Stephen's Secure Blog #121
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 #121 "A Pleasurable Visit"
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Ichi was playing with my nuts in bed, when Captain Krack called. I
motioned to Ichi to contact. I said, "Greetings. Stephen here. What can
I do to, er, for you?" He laughed and said, "I would like to schedule
another meeting." I said "Before we do that, I would like to discuss
something with you alone. I could be there in an instant, whenever you
are ready." He said "You mean, like now?" I said "Yes, but not exactly
the way you are thinking, whatever that is. Say when, and I'll be
there. But not exactly. Best to see what happens, before you press for
an explanation." He said "You have me intrigued. If you can do it now,
please be my guest." I said "In a second."
I showed up standing in from of him in his office on his ship, fully
clothed, while Ichy was playing with my nuts at home. I said to Captain
Krack, "You asked about the pictures we showed you. They were projected
images. What you are seeing now is the same thing, being mentally
controlled in real time. By me, while I'm in bed at home, with a
friend's hand doing something very nice to me." He said "Wow!" I said
"Well, we already did that." He laughed. He said "Are you doing this to
shock me?" I said "No, for fun. We like sex a lot, but not to do it to
confused myself there a little." I said "No problem, it happens a lot
with us. Our sexual activities, and other people being confused, but
not usually at the same time. This is a first for me." He said "Me too.
Can I touch you?" I said "My image? Well, you can try, but you wouldn't
feel anything, and neither will I. But if you do touch, to keep things
congruent, you could try it in the same place where my friend is doing
it." He grinned and said, "I'll pass." I said "Suit yourself."
I said "About the meeting. You have some questions for us. We will
not answer them until I am allowed to speak with your Psychologist
alone, in order to determine what the impact will be on your people.
The matter is personal to me, but it involves something you would ask.
Being personal, her professional ethics would ensure confidentiality.
If we determine you should be told, it will be told ONLY to you, and
possibly with a binding agreement of confidentiality." He said "What
kind of binding?" I said "Well, not ropes. We can discuss that if the
situation comes to that. Oh, and if you're interested, I have not
visited your ship before this way. It doesn't work all that well when
groups do the visiting, and we think it's not the absolute hight of
politeness." He grinned and said, "I don't know what it is, beyond
fascinating the first time. I can see you won't tell me what you would
discuss, because if you did, you wouldn't need to discuss it." I said
"It's going to be bad enough for your psychologist to know it. Not bad
information, which it isn't, but the impact of it. Unfortunately, it's
not something any amount of intelligence on my part can judge. That's
why I need her help. If I do tell you, you will really agree with that.
Remember, we don't lie. What is your decision?"
He said "You can have your meeting." I said "Thank you. It WILL be
private, even if there are attempts to make it not so. In fact, those
who might be doing that, could be damaged by how I would ensure
privacy." He said "How would that be allowed under your code of
ethics?" I said "Against an unethical activity, where warning had been
given not to do it, thus relieving me of some responsibility for those
who made the informed wrong choices?" I said with a grin, "Well, you
could test that and find out. But I should warn you that I would inform
those who sustain injury, that you were informed it could happen, and
still ordered them to do it." He grinned painfully, and said, "Thus
trapping myself by going against a super genius situation manager." I
said "And don't think I didn't know you switched the comms, and why. I
made them, therefore I feel what happens to them." He said "You are
full of surprises!" I said "So it has been said, and of less savory
items, too." He laughed.
I said "Those who are ethical and honest with us, usually experience
less surprises than others." He said "I deserved that. Old habits die
hard." I said "I would like to die hard." He laughed loudly. Then he
stopped suddenly, "Will you choose?" I said "I will live in this
existence until I must not." He said "That is an unusual way of
expressing death." I grinned and said, "Yes. If that's what I did." He
exclaimed "Ho! Another mystery. When will you be available to meet with
Angrala?" I said "In person, any time after 20 minutes from setting the
time. We don't bow down to immutable schedules. And as you now know,
with multiple mental processes, I can effectively be in more than one
place at a time. Very unfortunately, real sex will only work with a
and she'll contact you with the time. Thank you for your interesting
Goodbye." I killed the projection, but could still see him almost laugh
his head off. I could also hear Ichi laughing just as much, causing
some very nice vibrations where he was grabbing me.
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