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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: +*+*+*+ Stephen's Secure Blog #66 "Meeting With Hissssner" +*+*+*+
Date: 29 Aug 2012 17:30:01 -0500
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Stephen's Secure Blog #66
These stories about Stephen began was when he was 10 years old, and
moving to a new part of the country to attend a special school for
gifted students, in the 1950's. This was from a time before computers
would fit on a desk, and when people communicated with friends in other
countries by actual letters sent through the postal service. He wrote
225 of them to a friend. He stopped writing to his penpal, but found he
still wanted to record his life, in case he lost his memory again, and
wrote 30 entries in his first logbook. Then he wrote to an artificial
intelligence called Geenee, in the master computer in his school for
gifted students, which he started attending in 2016. Now it's 2018 and
later, and he's continuing to save his memories in a secure blog.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stephen is 13 in this story, in the Summer, after the end of year 3 of
his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #66 "Meeting With Hissssner"
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In the morning, after some great sex play, and after breakfast, and
after hugging Tim and Mac with a lot of very thankful love, Mgambe,
Grace, and I, kitted up and ported to my house on Zander's planet. I
showed them around while we waited for Zander to pick us up. They loved
the bathroom mosaic, and the new art in the gallery. Then Zander came
in, and without Hahchet, which he noticed me not asking him about. That
made us both grin. I introduced him to Mgambe and Grace. I noticed his
question and said, "Right. There's more of us. And with the amount of
sex we do, I think we'll have most of them on the market." He tried not
to laugh. I said "Right. Don't laugh. You need to get real busy to try
to catch up with us." He was embarrassed, and still laughed. I said
"That reminds me. I didn't convince you to enjoy our linked sex play
just for fun. Do you think I ever have just one reason for what I do?
You are going to be teaching, and being otherwise responsible for
genius children who are figuratively living with their skins off, who
won't give a millionth of a credit for society's stupid rules about
sexuality. They ARE going to do it. The most you can do is regulate it
a little. You need to get over your embarrassment about that, or you
aren't going to last, which will make them not open themselves up to
learning as they should. Hard work needs release. All things must
balance. Do you understand?" He projected more embarrassment and some
frustration, and then resignation. He said "Yes, Master Teacher. But
you are still very frustrating at times." I said "Good." He said "To
which?" I said "Yes." We grinned at each other.
I said "We didn't discuss the command setting, did we." He said "I
noticed that after you left." I said "Should we fix that now?" He said
"This lesson will be a lot easier to take. I hope." I laughed. "To set
an imperative command into the brain and mind of another, when there is
just cause, you connect to the mind, and you push your mind into their
brain as you do in the inventory, and you speak aloud and inside them
both ways, and project your words at the same time, with a lot of
force. You need to make the commands exact, complete, and logical, or
they might not be understood as you want them to be, by the
subconscious mind. If you do it well, the commands should last a
lifetime. Negative commands, prohibitions, work better than positive,
action, commands. The subconscious doesn't think well. Just be aware
this won't work on an Adept. Got it?" He said "Yes. The important part
is just cause." I said "Right. If not, it puts you on the fast track to
the Dark Path. Only do it to protect somebody or something very
important from something really bad. Was I just, in what you saw me
do?" He said "Absolutely. You did the minimum that could be done to
repair the situation, to the best outcome for the most people." I said
"My friends here haven't been told what happened. I'll give it to them
now." I did, and they said "Wow!" Mgambe said in awe, "A new kind of
suspended animation." We laughed. Grace said "Great box! Oh, and good
job with that bastard." We laughed again.
I said to Zander, "I plan to ask Hissssner for a favor. I would like
to have him arrange for a meeting with representatives of the Tsuriss
he might know about." He said "Do you have a particular reason you
would share?" I said "Yes, then. After I ask to be made a citizen of
your planet." He said "I think I should say wow. The honor is ours." I
grinned and said, "We'll see about that." He laughed. I said "Is there
anything of my art I should be bringing with us today?" He said
"Nothing you can't port to your magic box, except the portrait, which I
assume you will present when you deliver the dinner service." I said
"Yes, if they ever decide on what they want." He said "I understand
your frustration." We went into his flyer, and got off at the
President's house, and were escorted inside to the art room. He wasn't
there then, so I showed Mgambe and Grace around the room. When we got
to the odd color painting, I said, "Shift your perceptions down the
spectrum a little, and you will see it better." They must have, just
before they said, "Wow!" I said "I gave the President an adjustment
crystal so he could see it that way. He likes the painting a lot better
now." Hissssner was just entering the room then, with his Chief of
Protocol, and said, "Yes I do, and thank you." I made the
introductions. He said "You have a surprising amount of variance in
your people." I said "I like that. Makes things interesting. When
Mgambe and I engage in sport swimming together, we wear very little. He
in white and me in black, for contrast, and when we can, we stand very
close together. We get a lot of appreciative stares, and not just
because we are more er, healthy looking than average." Grace said
"Absolutely!" They laughed. I said "And no. When we have children of
such different color parents, they do not have stripes." Hissssner and
Zander laughed. I said "As an artist, I wish they did." More laughter.
I said "But I plan to keep trying as often as I can." They all laughed
at that one.
I said "There is a large ferocious feline we have which does have
beautiful stripes. Would you like to see a sculpture of one?" He said
with a grin, "You know I do." I said "It's big and heavy. My friends
will take it from Zander's flyer." They got the hint, and went out and
came back with it in a wrapping. They put it on the table Hissssner
indicated. I pulled off the wrapping, and everybody just stared at it.
Then there were a lot of whispered wows. It was a 33cm long sculpture
of a pouncing bengal tiger, with the rear paws only, on the stand, with
front paws and claws extended, and a really mean looking scowl on its
open fanged face. It was made of true to life multicolored diamond. I
said what it was made of, and described the actual animal. I said
"Would you like to hear the sound it makes?" Hissssner said "Yes." I
played it through my computer. Made them jump in fright. I said "A
fearsome and dangerous beast, which has been known to kill people.
Actually hunt them. Not to eat them, though, unless they are really
hungry. We taste bad." They laughed. I said "Sorry, but I'm not going
to let you try to prove that." They laughed really hard. Hissssner
actually had to sit down, before he fell down. I said in a loud whisper
to Grace, "Think I should charge for my humor?" She said "How could you
put a value on such a priceless gift?" I said "Very carefully." More
laughter.
I said to Hissssner, "Are there any Tsuriss you know of on this
planet?" He said "Yes. The ambassadors to our planet, and to the GC." I
said "I wonder what they would think of the tiger." He grinned and
said, "I don't have to wonder." I said "I would like to meet them. I
have a special reason." He said "I can arrange that, but the reason?" I
said "I'll tell you, but first I have a kind of request to make." He
said "Please do." I said "I think it's possible you might want to have
me make your State Dinner Service. I see a problem with that. It should
come from a citizen of your planet. Can you make me one?" He said "That
issue has been brought to my attention, but I didn't expect you to
propose such a solution." He looked questioningly at his Chief of
Protocol, who said, "Mr. President, I will speak on this from two
viewpoints. In regard to the service order, it won't fully appease all
the critics, but then, nothing will. I say the idea is sound, for what
it does help to resolve. The other viewpoint is political. To have such
an artist choose OUR world to be a citizen of, is priceless to our
prestige. Furthermore, to have it be for such a good person of power
and honor, WE should be privileged to grant his request." Hissssner
said to me, "I think he likes you." I said "Well, I like him too, so
we're even." He said "I have the power to grant your request. I will
have the documents prepared. I have enough information of you for that.
Now, the Tsuriss?"
I said "I, and some others of us, helped a GC starship in fatal
distress. A Tsuriss, Surrhaa, was the Chief Engineer we assisted in
repairing the ship. We became friends. In our last contact, she made us
honorary Tsuriss, and members of her clan. We would like to get to know
her people better." Zander said, "Was that when you flooded the ship
with your love?" I said "Yes. I couldn't help that." He said "I
understand." He said to Hissssner, "I was on that ship, and would not
have survived without their help." Hissssner said to me, "So it's true.
There were some wild rumors about that." I said "Wild is nice." He
laughed. Zander said, "Sir, I don't know if you are aware, but the
Tsuriss do not adopt outsiders often. In fact, it's extremely rare."
Hissssner said "It's going to be an interesting meeting, which I would
like to witness." I nodded agreement. I said "If you can provide Zander
with a comprehensive report on the nicely wild rumors, I would
appreciate it, so my students can check their predictions on it." He
said "I'll ask for that, to satisfy my interest, too. You will separate
true from false for me?" I grinned and said, "That could be difficult,
but I might try." He grinned back.
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