Stephen's Secure Blog #104
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 after
2018, 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 14 in this story, in the Summer, after the end of year 4 of
his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #104 "Grace and Mgambe on Posintan"
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I asked Grace and Mgambe what they would like to compete in. While
Mgambe was thinking carefully about it, Grace said "All of them!" I
said "I feel the same, but we have to be careful not to overdo our
welcome by being TOO good. That's why I might not compete again. If I
made an honest effort, in the games that I could do, I would never
lose. That's not real competition, and definitely not good
sportsmanship. There is a time issue as well. We can't spend too much
time on this, which is just to get you GC citizenship, and there are
others on the list for that, too." She said "Kopdit. Do they allow
mixed genders in unlimited?" I grinned and said, "I don't know, but we
both would like it if they did." She grinned fiercely back. I said
"Wait a min, and I'll check." I ported to the venue on Posintan and
asked a GM, "One of my people, a female, would like to compete in
unlimited against a male. Is that allowed?" He said "To my knowledge,
that has never been done, but it isn't forbidden in the rules. Do you
think she is capable?" I said "I sure wouldn't want to tell her she
isn't!" He laughed. He said "In that case, I look forward, with great
interest, to her match." I grinned, "Me too!" We both laughed, while I
was telling Grace in contact to look around where I was, and check out
the matches for techniques. Then I said, "We'll be back soon, and find
out. Thank you. Farewell." He said his, and I left to find an
unobserved spot and, ported back to my house on Zichesshich.
Mgambe said "I could be a spear chucker for real." I said "Do people
actually call you that?" He said "Not any of us, but it did happen in
the US, and believe it or not, even in my own country." I said "That's
stupid!" He said with a smile, "You won't get any argument from ME!" We
hugged him, which he also didn't argue about. He said "But
realistically, I would have to use a lot of Ki to stand a chance, and
that wouldn't be fair." I said "What about a bow?" He said "With an
arrow? My people did use them, as recently as 50 years ago, but they
weren't very good. We didn't have the right materials for a very
efficient bow." I said "If you want a bow, I can lend you one which is
like those which were the best ever made on Earth." He looked and felt
very hungry. I had to laugh. So did he and Grace. I ported it to me. He
stared at it and said, "That little thing?" I said "Careful! Them's
fightin werds!" Grace said, "Oh, now we're in an old western." I said
"Not even close. Mongol, of the time of Genghis Kahn." He said "Oh!
That's more like it! Where did you get it?" I said "I made it." He just
stared at me. I said "Like I used to do then." He said "Ah! I
understand. One of your past lives. Looks, odd, though." I said "That's
because it's an unstrung hero." They laughed and hugged me for the good
pun. I strung it, and that made it look more like a real bow, because
without the string, it was curved in the opposite direction than how it
was when strung, and the ends pulled back and towards each other with a
LOT of pretension. Being very flexible made that possible, which was
caused by laminated layers of horn, sinew and rawhide, and much less
wood than one might think, which was scarce in Mongolia.
I said "How far do you think it will send an arrow?" He tried to pull
it, and then tried harder, and said "1k." I said "Double that." He said
to the bow, "I love you!" I said "Hey, I made it." He said "But you
already know I love you. She doesn't." I said "She?" He said "You know
she is. I can feel it." I said "Right. I was just going to loan it to
you. I changed my mind. She's yours to keep." He said "A gift?" I said
"Not exactly. I made it for somebody. It turns out to be you, and she
knows it. She's yours, because that's the way it is." He said "Wow!"
And I had trouble saying thank you while his lips were kissing me all
over. And because we were in my house living room, and were unclothed,
he had a lot to cover with kisses. That led to boners, and so, with
Grace, we had a fun and happy recess in the link.
After we rested and cleaned up, we went outside and I set up a
practice range, and showed him how to use it well, with the arrows I
had made for it. Then I took the other one I had made, and went back to
Posintan, to the archery venue and said to a GM, "Greetings. I am
Stephen." Before I could say anything more, he said through a big
smile, "Welcome Honored Sir! It's very good to see you. Are you going
to compete here?" I said "Er, thank you, but no. Not me. One of my
people would, if this bow would be approved. You see, like all of my
people I would bring here, we love each other, and because I made this,
and the other one he is practicing with, he would like to use it in
competition to honor me. It is constructed of natural organic material.
No synthetics. Not even the glue. I made it like they were made about a
thousand years ago, and using tools of that time. We are not as big as
your people are, and this bow fits us better." He said "That's very
interesting. Would you be willing to demonstrate its effectiveness?" I
grinned, and said "Who's the target?" He laughed.
We went to an unused range, and he said, "The closest target." I
nocked the arrow, pulled back the string, aimed, and led fly, all in
one smooth but very fast motion, and the arrow went through the exact
center of the target. His eyes, all three of them, almost popped out of
his head. I said "You see why I'm not competing. It wouldn't be fair."
He said "I do see, and respect you for that. Your friend?" I said "From
a few hours, to a day of recent practice on the bow I gave him, to
supplement the few hours he spent learning to use a bow, about three
years ago. While he will have a good chance of winning, it should be a
good competition." He said "That short of time? Your people must train
VERY hard!" I said "Yes. Of seven billion of my species, there are only
about fifty of us, depending on level of training, in our group,
because that's all who could survive the training. And we have members
of other species as well, including yours, as new students." He said
"Wow!" I grinned and said, "We hear that a lot." He laughed. I said
"Another of us this time, is a female, who is going to compete in
Kopdit unlimited. She has only just seen a match for the first time.
Would you like me to hit another target?" He said "The farthest?" As
soon as he said it, the arrow was in the air, and then hit it dead
center, and I hadn't taken my eyes off of him. He said "Wow!" I said "I
am probably the best archer now living, at least with the bow I made
myself. I REALLY should not compete, or even let competitors know
somebody is so much better than they could ever hope to be. It wouldn't
be good for them." He said "Yes. You are correct. Thank you."
He said "I know they are too big, but I would like to see how you do
with one of our bows and their arrows." I grinned and said, "Oh, a
test! You know I can't refuse something like that." He laughed, and
said, "That's what your reputation led me to believe. I'm glad it was
accurate." There was a bow there, and it was taller than I was.
Fortunately, due to their relatively short arms, it didn't have a draw
which was too long for me. But it was too strong. So, I pumped up my
muscles, and added some Ki to them, and nocked the arrow and pulled
back the string, and let go. The arrow landed right next to my other
one. I said "I didn't put it in the exact center, because I didn't want
to damage my arrow." He said "But your eyes were closed!" I said "Well,
I already knew where the target was, so I didn't have to look at it
again." He said in amazement, "That's beyond me!" I said "I'm sorry."
He said "Don't be. Are the others you would bring here as good?" I said
"He who would compete here would not be able to use this bow, and I've
been practicing archery for many years, and he hasn't. None of us will
compete in sports or games where were are sure to win. Not only is that
bad sportsmanship, it takes all the fun out of it. It's the risk of
losing which makes it exciting." He said "You could hold back and let
others win sometimes." I looked straight at him and said, "I know you
aren't seriously suggesting that disgusting thing. We try our best
within the rules, and more rules we set for ourselves in not using
special abilities which might give us an advantage. No true competitor
wants to be LET to win." He said "I'm very sorry, but I had to know.
You are the best competitor I know of, in all meanings of the word."
He said "Er, what special abilities?" I said "We can manage our
energies so as to use them to enhance some of the things we can do.
It's a martial arts thing. You see this arrow in my hand. I will not
can strike with that force, too. I invented a game which uses that
force, but I would not use it in any other competition. It's not
against the rules, but would surely be if known. There is more. We can
SEE that force, so any one of us would know if another used it." He
said "I have heard of externalized Ki used as a real force, but have
never heard of such power and control of it. You are indeed a Master!"
We bowed to each other. He said "Will you be competing again in the
near future?" I said "No, and I don't know If I ever will. Sadly for
me, but I have advanced too far to do that in good sportsmanship now. I
can only guide others." He said "It is sad for all who have met you or
know about you. I wish you well. I authorize your bow to be used by
your people in competition here." I said "Thank you." We bowed, and I
went to get my arrows, and then left to a secluded spot and ported back
to my house.
Mgambe said "I can't use the bow at all like you can. That was
fantastic!" I said "Thank you, but you shouldn't have used up that word
so soon. I can do all that on galloping horseback, too. Ask Rose or
Hawk about that if you want to. When your life depends on your ability
to use the bow and ride a horse, you try to do a good job of it." He
said "I'll bet!" I grinned and said, "I did." He poked me. We laughed.
We ported to the ship, and ported that to Posintan Orbital Control. I
told them the ship's info, and before I could say anything more, the
controller said, "Welcome back Stephen!" I said "Do you have a
competition between controllers to recognize me the fastest?" He said
with a grin, "Thank you for the suggestion." I said "Er, can I take
that back?" He laughed. I said "I have two others of my kind with me,
Grace and Mgambe, who are very interested in competing." He said "Good.
Will they win?" I said "If I were sure they would win, I wouldn't bring
them here. Bad sportsmanship. They have to believe they will, so they
can be their best, but they are not so superior as to make that a
certainty. That they have only practiced the sports they will compete
in for a few hours, should support that uncertainty." He said "Will you
bet on them?" I said "I do not bet. My agent did that for me in my
Stumak match, without telling me. I don't actually approve of betting,
but I would not want to influence any responsible person's choice of
what they do." He was serious and said, "I understand. Sometimes I
agree with that. And sometimes I'm glad I have a real job." I said "I'm
glad for you. I have them. I teach, and I do art." He said "I have seen
in the news what you donated to the museum. Good work." I said "Thank
you." He said "You are cleared to land, with auto-control starting in
five minutes." I said "Acknowledged, and set to auto." He said "I wish
your people good fortune in their competitions." I said "Thank you."
We landed and registered in the same hotel, and I called
Passinchance. He was delighted to hear from us, and was available, and
would meet us at the MedTech, which we went to, and got the Certs. We
went to get our people accepted into citizenship. Then we went to the
Kopdit venue. Grace had her uniform with her, and she was approved by
the GM, and went to change. I said to Passinchance, "Grace isn't me. I
don't know if she will win. I don't even know her chances, and she has
had less time to review the sport than I did." He said "I understand.
I'm not betting anymore. I have more than I'll ever need, and it's
foolish to risk that in useless greed." I said very seriously to him,
"You have matured. I like that." He was embarrassed, and mumbled his
thanks. I gave him some love.
Grace came out of the dressing room and into the matt area. I said to
Passinchance, "Grace is a fierce fighter. This is a test to see how
well she controls that." He said "Teaching, I see." Mgambe said,
"That's Stephen. Always teaching." I said "Sometimes I sleep." He said
to Passinchance, "Always. That's when he teaches love." Passinchance
said "I wouldn't disagree with that. I have felt his love. Oh, and his
current embarrassment." I said "Maybe we could watch the match?" We
did. Her opponent was a giant of his kind, and reacted to her flow of
Ki. I said to Mgambe in contact, +She will win.+ We grinned at each
other. Passinchance said "She's going to win, isn't she. Your grins
tell me you can see it." I covered my mouth, and he grinned back. When
the start of the match happened, she rushed her opponent and performed
a hip toss from the rear so cleanly, it looked like he helped it along.
Then she went to the mat with him, and almost strangled him with his
own arm. He submitted. Grace got up and was declared the winner. She
looked to me, and I signaled she should do another, which she asked the
GM for.
I said to Passinchance, "Now the real test. This next opponent has
seen her in action, and has felt her Ki. This is going to be
interesting. Some others have that opinion as well." He was of average
hight, but still much taller than Grace, and solidly built, but so was
Grace. He had good Ki, too. Grace played him well, acting like she was
going to rush him, to force him into a position she could predict and
take advantage of. She took an outside arm over her head and down to
the mat, and his body had to follow, landing with a thud. She held the
arm in a lock just long enough to get three points, and then backed
off. He got up, but his Ki was uneven. He rushed her, which was a bad
move in that state. She dropped and planted her feet in his stomach,
and leveraged him up and over. He had to flip to avoid landing on his
head, and landed on his back, losing some wind. Then she grabbed him in
a choke hold from behind, and he submitted right away. They got up and
bowed, and Grace was declared the winner. I signaled complete and good
job, and she nodded, and went to the locker room. I told Passinchance
how the fights went, and he was amazed and said, "I didn't realize
there was so much of the mental involved." I said "It is so in all
personal competition. She did well, and I told her that." He said "In
your secret special communication?" I said "Hand signal." He laughed.
On the way to the archery venue, we discussed the matches. Grace was
very happy with my positive comments. She also wasn't too sad about the
winnings she earned. The same GM was there at the archery range, and he
asked for the bow to show the other GMs, and asked me to tell them how
it was made. I did, and they were amazed. So was Passinchance. He said
"But he's only had a few hours to practice! Even though you people are
the best trained athletes in the galaxy, I still don't see how he has a
chance." I said "Is that the professional agent I hear, helping his
competitor to doubt himself?" He looked properly horrified, and said,
"I deserved that. Stupid of me!" I said "Yes it was, but he does have a
good chance. The bow loves him." He looked very confused. I said "It's
difficult to explain, but all things react to and absorb emotions and
feelings from people and animals, and the bow is made from mostly
animal parts, too. I made it with my own hands, with love, and I gave
it to him with love. That adds up, and he can feel it, just like you
can feel my love when I let it out." He said "I think I understand it
as much as I am able to, and that isn't much, but thank you for
explaining." I said "You're welcome."
Describing an archery contest is an exercise in making something
interesting into something boring. Mgambe won. His score wasn't
perfect, which was good for us. He said at the end, with excitement,
"It was like she was doing it all herself! I was like her puppet, and
she pulled the string, and not me." I said "That's how it is, with a
weapon who is one with you. The Samurai have their soul, the katana.
You have your bow. Don't neglect her, and she will always love you." He
nodded in wonder.
We said our farewells to Passinchance, with the promise to come again
soon, and went back to the hotel. I said "Anybody want to celebrate?"
Grace said "Check if Rose and Hawk are available?" Mgambe said "Good
idea." They were, for a short while, and ported in. We all undressed
and piled on the very big bed, and had a really wild time with lots of
great orgasms among us. We rested, and then cleaned up, and our guests
ported out in a happy but slightly tired mood. We sat and hugged for a
while, as loving friends should do very often, with love.
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