Stephen's Secure Blog #134
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 15 in this story, in late Winter of year 5 of his special
school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #134 "Misnok Meetings"
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Wantune just sat there, digesting some possibly bitter medicine. 14
minutes later, he started calling the other Guardians to come to a
meeting. A little over an hour later, when they were all there, he
called me, and I ported over. I said "Hello. It's nice to see you all
again." I gave them my love. Even Wantune reacted favorably to that. I
said "There are some things you should know, to help you with your
thinking. I and my fellow Guardians, are NOT interested in interfering
with you and your Guardianship. We are not interested in ruling
ANYBODY. Not even each other. However, we do like helping people when
they need and ask for it, if doing that won't cause harm. Now on to
something else. I work fast. Yesterday I bought some land and built a
grand house. All of that took less then fifteen minutes, and that was
because I took my time. The only thing which can slow me down is the
speed of other people. That's why I need to prepare your government
officials for what's going to be happening, as soon as possible,
because each one of them will take precious unrecoverable time. Your
help will be invaluable in this, and benefit many billions of people.
Let us discus how we can help the galaxy avoid war."
Through subtle actions, such as who I looked at and when, and my face
and body language, I made it so Wantune was in charge of the meeting.
He was aware of it, and really appreciated it, and that wasn't lost on
a few others. We had a very good and productive discussion, and we made
some good plans, which we started to put into action at once. It was
decided that we would split up for wider, more time effective,
coverage. I said about that, "I like that a lot. Teamwork really lifts
everybody up, more than any one person can do alone. With our special
abilities, collaboration actually improves them. A synergetic effect,
if you will. And it's fun, too. Who doesn't like fun?" There were
smiles at that. We decided to keep all this a secret from the Confed
authorities until the ship arrives and tells them. So, the first order
of business was to see the President of Misnok, who knew about the
Guardians.
I went with Wantune. We knew we were being recorded. The President
said to me, after introductions, "Your rank is difficult to
understand." I said "That reflects the difference in languages and
cultures. I have been appointed by the leaders of the three most
powerful planets in the Galactic Council, to act as a Special Envoy and
Ambassador-at-Large, in helping our two interstellar organizations
discover and have relations with each other in peace. We feel that
planets to planets, who naturally have their own peoples' interests at
heart, are better able to do this together, than the political and
military structures of the Confederation and the Galactic Council." He
grinned, and said, "I have to agree with that. Ours are just as likely
to shoot, as they are to shake your hand and throw you to the ground."
I grinned, and said, "The GC is likely to dither ineffectively, until
events push them into a panic, causing interesting but harmful
disasters. My world is an example of that. We have suffered the
predatory attentions for thousands of years by a species the GC had
sworn to stop. They didn't. My world is still unable to have
interstellar contact, which as Guardians, we support. Yes, we are not
members of the GC, and have no allegiance to them. However, I am well
known personally to those in power on the planets I represent, and
known very favorably to their public as well, as an artist and
sportsman. That was deliberate, I should tell you. You are bound to ask
why I was chosen to represent them. First, because your Confed ship
made contact with my planet first, and I learned their language.
Second, those officials who appointed me, know I am a Guardian, who
trains other Guardians of other species, and have some abilities which
can aid in this situation. Third, they know I am absolutely fair and
truthful, which has been demonstrated many times. Forth, they know
something of history which you don't know yet. It will come as a shock
to you. Ready?" He said "Ready."
I said "The people who prayed on us, called the Van, and on most of
the GC worlds, are no longer a threat. I and my Guardians have removed
them from all their stations and put them back on their planet, and
sealed them off from the rest of the galaxy. Only the leaders who
appointed me to be here know that now, not the GC. Now the shocking
part. That species left their planet of origin after a disaster. A
little before your people left." He said "Oh!" He thought for a little,
and said, "Do you know which planet?" I said "Yes. Mine." He said "Oh
my God!" Wantune said "He's been hearing that a lot." I grinned at him,
and gave him a playful nudge. He grinned back in real companionable
friendship. I said to the President, "Let us know when you are ready to
continue." After a while, he said, "Thank you for your information! I
know you speak the truth, or our Guardians would not be supporting you.
I see why you are uniquely qualified for your position in this. How can
I help you?" I said "Advice wouldn't hurt, but we would also like to
anticipate problems in advance. I will be on the ship when it arrives
with the news, and it will be assumed that I traveled with it. There is
a possibility that I might be treated with a little less than perfect
hospitality by the suspicious and militaristic hierarchy of the Confed.
They can't harm me directly if I don't allow it. But, observing that,
would expose something of who I am, which they should NOT know." He
said "I fully agree with the last, and wouldn't argue about the first
part. In fact, their policy would dictate that they withhold the
information of your arrival and what it means, for political and
military gain." I said with a grin, "Oh really."
The president laughed. He said "I like you, cousin. Yes, we can do
something about that." I said "Thank you. There are things we can do
which can help you. All which happens around me will be recorded, and
any other items of public interest, and can also be sent anywhere, in
real time as it happens. They won't be able to detect it, or stop it.
Would you like to see an example?" He grinned and nodded. I showed them
the attacker with the knife, and the action with his boss, as Rose
recorded it. He was impressed, and said so. I said "Well, we have some
fancy computers, like the one on my wrist." He said "I didn't mean
that, but I understand." He said to Wantune. "All that, and he's
modest, too. It's no wonder people like him." I cleared my throat, and
they both laughed. I said "One of my friends just told me I should show
you another fight. I told her I didn't need any more embarrassment,
which everybody likes to give me." He said "Telepathy?" I said "No. A
different form of voluntary communication, which we can do in different
ways. Our way of doing things isn't easy to describe with language.
What good would labels do, when you don't understand what they refer
to?" He said "I think I see what you mean, but you obviously wanted me
to know you do it, probably because I would eventually discover it by
observation. Thank you." Wantune said "That's new to me, too. I had
guessed they had some way of observing each other, even before one of
his people told me. Now I know more. Strangely, given who I am, I feel
privileged to know." The President said "I feel the same."
We discussed more things, and made contingency plans. Then he called
some people and scheduled some meetings with them. Then I said, "There
might be some problems with how the crew are treated. Specifically
Captain Krack, and Ship's Psychologist Angrala. They are my friends,
and know about me, and support what we are planning. They are your
citizens, but are under the authority of the Confed. If the worst
happens, we can remove them from danger, very er, mysteriously. One way
I can help protect them is to demand their presence at any negotiations
between the two sets of planets, because they have the most experience
and knowledge of what is involved." Wantune said "Angrala is one of
us." The president said "You do present complications. They may have to
resign the service, but we will have public support on their side. You
can be sure of that!"
Then it was time to leave. I said "What do you plan to do with the
recording of this meeting?" He said "I will erase it. Too dangerous to
keep." I said "If you allow me to do it for you, it will be completely
unrecoverable." He said "Please." He began to reach into his desk, and
I said "Done. All erased." He stood up, and said with a smile,
"Interesting." I said, "You know something of my world, and my species.
You know something of me. Now you will know the most important part of
who I am." I held out my arms to him, and I hugged him with all my
love. He was in shocked awe as were were leaving. Wantune whispered to
me, "What did you do to him?" I said "My love can do that to people.
You will experience it yourself when your possible reaction won't
interfere with our mission today. Ichi said something about that to
you, while he was horribly embarrassing me." He said "Oh, so you were
watching." I said "Like he was watching me. We told you about that. No
operational secrets. And no, I didn't tell, or even ask, him to meet
with you, and when he decided to, none of us knew what he was going to
say, just that it would be the right thing. Was it?" He said "More and
more, I think it was. I should have known better than to judge you and
your people by our own standards." I grinned and said, "Shouldn't that
apply to everybody?" He grinned and said, "Please, one step at a time!"
Next, we met with the Chief of Intelligence. We discussed much the
same things, very satisfactorily, and we left. Then I said, "We should
eat something. Until our next operation, we are on our own time, and
therefore have privacy. But anything which happens which will affect
our mission, or Guardians in general, will automatically be monitored."
He thought that over, and said with a wry smile, "Just when I think you
are going to do what I want, which we both know now I shouldn't, you
take it a way." I said "I understand, and I'm sorry, but 'best for all'
isn't just a throwaway phrase with me." He nodded in fake dejection. I
laughed, and he couldn't keep from smiling. I said "Would you like to
be the first of this world to be invited to my new house?" He said
"Yes, absolutely!" I said "Among my people, that would be considered to
be one of my notorious stupid questions." He laughed. I said "Ready to
port?" He was, and I ported us to my front door. I showed him the
grounds first, and he was impressed. Then we went inside, and he was
REALLY impressed. I said "This is a copy of my house on another world.
All the art is mine." I showed him the rest of the place, including the
gym and the pool, which he liked a lot. I said "Angrala likes it a lot,
too. She is staying on that planet where we have an other species
school, and they use my pool for recreation, and to have group sex
after. It's a LOT of fun." He wasn't able to comment about that, which
I thought was very interesting.
Back at the kitchen, I said "This is the nutritional provider, a new
invention. It's programmed for all known species. It's activated by
touching this contact, and voice controlled. If you ask for advice, it
will give it after analyzing your body and its actual needs. Or you can
ask for anything you want, prepared any way you want, and if it can, it
will do it for you, from elemental sources. There is a master control
for parental supervision. So, want to try it?" He looked a little
nervous, but touched the plate and announced what he wanted. The door,
which was actually a forcefield, vanished, and what he selected was
there. He took it out, and I ordered what I wanted, and we went to the
table, which provided us with utensils. He said "Wow!" I just grinned.
We ate, and he loved the food. After we finished, he said, "Such luxury
can be addictive." I said "Ready for a shock?" He looked cautious, and
I had to laugh. I said "All this isn't for me. All I need is a place
out of the weather, healthy food, and people I love. I don't even wear
clothes at home. Most of the time I sleep in the bed I was raised on,
at home near our school, with whoever is available for company. We do
our own cooking and cleaning. This house is for guests, and meetings,
and to establish residency to further our goals. I can purchase
anything I want, or make anything I want. But I don't want things. All
I live for is love. Giving and receiving. Come, I'll show you." We
stood, and hugged with love. I ported us to the living room, and eased
us onto the couch. We sat hugging, while he cried.
I said to him very seriously, "You are the best fit to be their
leader. When you learn to LEAD, instead of command, they will have no
doubt of it. When you give them the love and respect they want and need
from you, you will receive much more from them in return. Together, you
can be much better than you can ever be apart. This is the first secret
for advancement from your present level. You can't be all you can be,
until you can GIVE all you can give." We hugged some more. I said "I
think this is enough for today. We can take only so much at a time.
Would you like me to port you home?" He said "Yes please. That would be
best." We stood, and he said, "Thank you for showing me the way." I
said "You're welcome. You can be sure there will be more in time." I
ported him home. I went to work on the blue diamond, and some other
stones and jewelry, and sculptures for possible auction. I noticed I
liked doing that very much, and liked that I liked it.
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