Stephen's Secure Blog #107
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 #107 "Projected Recruit"
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I was making more art for my gallery after the Tsuriss museum
director took a lot, and monitoring the usual things I kept watch on,
when I noticed something unusual happening at the Bureau. I asked Pete
to pull the girl we had there doing the examinations, saying, +He just
walked into the building, and is headed to personnel. He is so close to
having his third eye fully open, being in the same room with a full
Adept could shock it all the way open. Almost positive of that if I
were there in person, which is why I'll use a projection. That should
cause him to ask questions I can answer my way. He shouldn't work
there. I'll try to send him to Tomba.+ Pete said +Why not to us?+ I
said +Have we ever had a full Adept adult who wasn't already bound to
us, enter our school, or even know our secrets, but Shan?+ He said +I
see your point. Tomba first, and then see, right?+ I said +Right. If he
goes. That depends on the interview. On the application he's filling
be a profiler. Stupid TV shows! Worse thing to happen to real
psychology.+ He laughed, and said, +I'll monitor, and tell Tomba.+ I
said +Thanks. He's on his way here now.+
He was escorted in by the secretary, who was only a little surprised
to see me, knowing to expect the unexpected, and put the file on my
desk. I said "You were told your mind and body would be subject to
examination while you are in this office?" He looked at me strangely,
and said, "Yes sir." I said "What is strange about me?" He said "You
look like you are not an adult." I said "That is normal for this
position, which employes young geniuses. It is also not what is most
strange about me to you. Tell me." He didn't. I said "I am a
psychologist, having three doctorates in the field, and more experience
in it than you would think possible. You CAN tell me." He didn't. I
said "Do you expect to work here, if you don't answer my questions?" He
still didn't answer. I said "Do you think you are the first to work
here who has some special mental abilities?" He looked really
surprised. Then he said very hesitantly, "I don't feel anything from
you, like I feel from other people." I said "A good start. I know you
don't. Expand on that." He relaxed a little, and said, "I feel emotions
and objects. My senses tell me you aren't there, but I see you."
I said "You are correct. I'm not here. This is just a projection. If
I had been here, your special abilities would have reacted in a way
which would have caused some difficulties for you. That's why I asked
the regular interviewer to leave, and took over. If she had stayed, you
would have had the same problem. I can project my image better than she
can. Any comments so far?" He said "You really did examine my mind like
I was warned about, but not like I expected. I thought there would just
be questions." I said "We can do those, but you should know now they
are just window-dressing." He nodded and said, "Can you help me with
the abilities I have, which are unreliable?" I said "Yes, but you
wouldn't want to do what you applied for. You would become so
sensitive, that being near a truly criminal mind would hurt you, and
too much to enable you to do the job properly. That's going to happen
soon, even if you don't receive help with that. It's why those of us
who are like you, don't take a more active role here." He said "I
understand, but had hoped otherwise. I want to make a difference, with
what I was blessed with." I said "You WILL make a difference, just by
being who you are, and who you can become."
I said "Were you home schooled?" He said "Yes. How did you know?" I
said "Because if you had been in the regular school systems, we would
have found you years ago, and you might now be behind this desk part
time, poking into people's brains, or doing other more important work."
He said "Wow!" I said "We hear that a lot." He was too amazed to laugh.
I said "I have a suggestion for you, if you are willing to listen." He
said "I am." I said "We have a friend who is like us. He can help you
with your special talents, which you really need. Tomba. He's the Abbot
of the big Buddhist Temple here in town. No, we are not part of any
particular religious group, but we do use some of their local leaders
for ethical guidance. Tomba has been involved with us from before he
ever heard of Buddhism." He said "He would help me?" I smiled and said,
"It would not occur to him, not to." He smiled and said, "I get your
point."
I said "You might faint the first time you see him, or feel sick.
Don't worry about it. It will be caused by what he calls your Third Eye
opening fully, what we call becoming fully psionic. I'm using this
projection for you, so you wouldn't experience that unprepared." He
said with a smile, "I never thought in my wildest dreams I would want
to thank somebody who is not here, for helping me by not being here.
Thank you." I said "You're welcome. Humor is a good friend. Keep him
happy, and you will be comforted even in the worst times." He said "Is
that from Abbot Tomba?" I said "Actually, I just made it up." He
laughed, and I joined him. I said "Tell him Stephen sent you. He will
know what to do. Oh, and you can give him that comment about humor,
free and clear." We stood, and he said, "I will. Thank you for all you
have done." I said "You're welcome. Sorry about not shaking your hand.
It won't quite work this way." He laughed, and left.
I went to the secretary with his file, and said, "We should hold
this." She said "He doesn't qualify?" I said "If he comes to work here,
it will be in this office." She looked really surprised, and said, "So
that's why you're here! You knew." I said "Partly right. I'm not here.
This is just a projection. I'm not in the area, and this is something
new I'm trying out." She slowly reached out with her hand, and I
grinned and said, "Leave me some secrets for another time, please." She
laughed. I went back to the office and killed the projection, and the
previous occupant ported in. The secretary looked through the door, and
saw her, and laughed, and said, "Welcome back, I think." She received a
grin in return.
I said to those in contact with me, +I like him a lot. What I worry
about is if he becomes one of us for real, will he accept limits on
what he can do to help people? Those who came late to us, like Nigel,
have had problems with that.+ Tomba said +I understand your concern.
One instance of wrong exposure can ruin much of what can be done on
humanity's behalf.+ Pete said +I've been through this with parents a
lot. If he does come to us, I'll do my best to help him to understand
and accept it.+ I said +The best place for him might be Zander's
school. Anyway, whatever happens, I'll be available to scare the crap
out of him if needed.+ They laughed. I said +I'm not going to monitor.
Let me know if I can help.+ They agreed to do that. We exchanged love.
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