Stephen's Secure Blog #115
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 early Winter of year 5 of his
special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #115 "Disorganizing Crime"
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I said to my father, "Now we have to find a place for you to stay,
while your new identity is prepared." Tomba said "He can stay in here
in the apartment next to yours." I said "Thank you. That would be
best." I said to father, "If you leave it before your new appearance
and identity are ready, you will just have to keep your own. I think it
should take about two weeks. Do you agree to stay here?" He said "What
about food?" I said "They will serve you what they eat. They are very
healthy here, so it should do you some good." He said "What are you
going to do to my appearance?" I said "I haven't decided on the
details, because that depends on what your body will accept without too
much trouble. Your nose will be a little bigger, your chin and ears a
little smaller, your cheekbones more prominent, and your legs will be
lengthened. All that will take less than an hour of work, but there
will be some recovery time. Less than you imagine, actually." He said
"Who's going to do that?" I said "Chad is a medical doctor, and Tomba
is a very good nurse. I will provide the artistic touch."
I said "Now, tell me all about your financial trouble with the mob."
He did. While he was doing that, I was showing him pictures of the
people he talked about, for conformation. At the first one, he said
"How are you doing that?" I said "We are working to save your life. Now
is not the time for idle chitchat. Now, is this who you mean?" He said
it was. Then it was over. I said "Now to your appearance. I'm going to
put you to sleep. Do you accept this?" He said "What are you going to
do?" I said "I already told you. Are you going through with this or
not?" He said "Oh, alright." I made him sleep. I said to Chad, "I can
make all the changes I mentioned, without even breaking the skin, and
cause it all to heal in a few minutes, but he will still have some
significant aches for a while. I'll tighten his arches to change his
gait. I'll take some bone from his pelvis to lengthen his femurs, and
add to his cheekbones. I'll add melanin and a darkening chemical to his
irises. All that is relatively easy. Permanently coloring his hair
roots is another matter. I don't know if I can do that until I try. I'm
not going to attempt to change his fingerprints. Want to watch?" Chad
grinned and said, "Absolutely! Can I extend the invitation?" I said
"Sure." All the old seniors ported in. I said "Oh, we can have a party
after. Er, Nigel, not yet." They laughed.
I ported an empty large plastic milk container to me and said, "It's
for sterile working." I used 4th tools inside his body, and cut out
some bone from his pelvis, and ported the pieces into the container. I
sealed and healed the wounds in the bone, and stimulated it to grow
back in two weeks. I cut each of the femurs diagonally, holding them
apart against the muscle tension, and then shaped the excised bone
fragments. I separated the femur segments some more, and placed the
shaped bone parts in between them, and fused them all together. They
would be all healed in ten minutes. Then I shaved some bone off of his
chin, to make it less pointed, and added that to the bridge of his
nose, after abrading the bone a little. I healed it, and the chin. I
did the same with his cheekbones. I shaved some cartilage off the edges
of his ears, to make them smaller, and healed them. I tightened some
tendons in the bottoms of his feet, and healed them. I did all the
cutting and shaping with 4th tools, without breaking the skin. Then I
said, "Mostly done. Any ideas on hair color?" Chad said "I like it
blond." I grinned and said, "You would. Too easy to spot." He said "I
have to agree." Tomba said "Examine mine, and see if you can determine
the differences." I used my perceptions very carefully, and did just
that. I said "I can change one hair follicle at a time, but that could
take a while, even at automated speed. And it has to be all over, and
not just on his head. About an hour. He can use the rest, anyway. I'm
all finished the other parts."
I said "Any comments?" Chad said "I didn't know you could do all
that." I grinned and said, "Neither did I. But I tried, and I did, but
I couldn't have without your knowledge. Thank you. I say that, because
he is unlikely to." Tomba said "I think the world is very fortunate he
didn't have the opportunity to raise you." Pete said "I think we all
wholeheartedly agree." I said "Yes. Isn't fate interesting?" Nigel said
"When you get to run it, keep us in mind." I said "Well, if I actually
have one then, I will." Chad said "I have no doubt." Nigel said
"Agreed." Tomba said "Same here." I jumped in and said, "Hey guys, I'm
still here, and messing with his hair. Don't tempt fate. Er, oops."
They laughed. After almost an hour, it was done. I said "He should dye
his hair to match the new roots, when he recovers. Or I could just
shave him all over." Pete said "He can't be trusted to do anything
right. I recommend shaving." They all agreed, so that's what I did with
4th tools, except for his brows and lashes, which were dark enough. I
ported him to the bed in the apartment and said, "He will wake up very
hungry, in about 13 hours. I doubt he will enjoy the food here, and
somehow that doesn't bother me." There were some chuckles in agreement.
Then we did have that party in my apartment. I'm old enough, almost 15,
and big enough, not to have them thinking I'm too young, too much. We
all had a very good time in the link, and squirted very well. Oh, and
Lance, Tomba's boyfriend, joined us for that.
Then I went to work on the mob. That was going to be interesting, so
they all wanted to watch. I told Ichi, and he watched, too. I changed
my appearance with illusion, to have longer and red hair, green eyes,
freckles, a bigger nose, and I deepened my voice. In the Roxbury
neighborhood of Boston, I walked into a club, and went to the back and
up the stairs. Some thugs tried to stop me, but I just ignored them
while they bounced off my shield. I opened the office door, and went
in. The boss behind the desk said, "What the hell! I told you we
weren't to be disturbed." That was reasonable, because he was with a
rival boss, plotting how to take down another mutual rival. I said "I'm
not one of yours. You didn't tell me anything." he yelled, "Get out!" I
said "No. I'm here to pay a debt. I broke the legs of somebody who owes
you. I want him free and clear to do a job for me after he heals, so
I'm paying off his debt to you." He grinned, and said insultingly, "YOU
broke his legs?" There was another chair in the room. A heavy wooden
one. I picked it up like it didn't weigh anything, and broke it up like
it was made of paper. I said "Do you want to be next, or do we deal?"
His eyes were almost popping out. The other boss's, too. Then he took
out a gun, and I was there in a flash to take it from him, across the
desk, and disassemble the automatic, and drop the pieces on the floor.
Somebody was standing in the door behind me with a knife. The boss
nodded to him, and the man threw it at my back. I sidestepped and
caught the knife as it went past my side.
I said to the boss, "Do you realize that if I hadn't caught the
knife, you'd be dead? You really need better people. Do you want the
debt paid or not? You have a choice. Take my money and cancel the debt,
or I cancel it a different way, by taking out your whole operation.
That's a lot of work I'd like to avoid, but that's up to you." He
thought it over, and said, "Who's debt?" I said "Ransom Holmes. I know.
Don't blame me, I didn't name him!" He laughed. Then he said, "That
useless idiot. What do you need him for?" I said "Haven't you ever
needed a useless idiot to take the fall for an operation?" He said "Ah!
Wise." I said "He has the right look. Very noticeable. Easy to catch.
What's he into you for?" He said "$150,000." I said "I didn't have to
break his legs, but he had a little trouble with the truth, if you know
what I mean. Try again?" He gulped, and said "90, but there's
interest." I said "And how much of that is there? Reasonable interest."
He gulped again, and said, "10." I said "Fine. Cash alright?" He said
"Yes!" I started taking it out of my pockets all over, and piling it on
his desk. I said "You know how to check if it's real. I'll wait." He
had a UV light, and did that, and found all the bills he checked at
random were real. He said "Sure is a lot of dough for that idiot." I
said "Actually, it is, but the money doesn't mean much to me. I clear
millions a month, so that's nothing." He looked very interested and
said, "What do you do?" I said "Big corporations have a lot of secrets
locked up pretty tightly, including a lot of cash. The better their
security, the better I like the challenge, and they DON'T go to the
police. I have a very good team. Little jobs like this one here, I like
to do myself. Kind of like a fun holiday." He was feeling a lot of
respect, with his eyes almost popping out again.
I said "Are we clear now?" He said "Sure, but the chair?" I said
"Alright, I won't charge for the lesson." He accepted that gracefully,
while the other boss almost choked to death. I turned to leave, and he
called out to me, "If you need any help for a local job, get in touch!"
I looked back and said, "Thanks. I'll consider it. Oh, by the way. You
don't know what I really look like. If we meet again, I won't look like
this, and it will be different each time. Goodbye." I left the office,
and was allowed to walk out of the club without any problems. In an
alley, I ported back to the Temple, to see and hear them laughing. I
got a lot of hugs and kisses, and laughing comments about a free
lesson. I didn't mind that at all, and the love we shared.
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