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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: +*+*+*+ Stephen's Secure Blog #139 "Second ConFed Conference" +*+*+*+
Date: 21 Feb 2013 00:06:17 -0600
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Stephen's Secure Blog #139
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 #139 "Second ConFed Conference"
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After another bunch of orgasms in my rooms on the ship, we had
another meeting with the same people on the station. I called it to
order and said, "I know you have some questions. I will answer some of
them today, and some at a different time, and some I might not ever
answer. First I'm going to answer a question you might not ask. We
suspected that what happened to me, would happen, and possibly worse.
How did we know this? First, it was evident to us by how your spaceship
was constructed and organized, that your military had taken on more
autonomous power than their civilian superiors realized or would have
authorized, if they knew and could do anything about it. Then, my
associates came ahead to your space and investigated. Here is what one
of your planetary heads of state said about you; 'are just as likely to
shoot, as they are to shake your hand and throw you to the ground',
when informed about my pending arrival. Other people were asked as
well, from the average person on the street, to scientists, and other
military people. Without exception, they ALL had the same or very
similar opinions, and predicted I would be abused or killed, and that
the same could very well happen to the crew of the ship which brought
me to you. I said before, you can't keep your own people from knowing
who you are and what you do. Some civilian authorities have already
been informed of all that has happened to me since my arrival at this
station, by my associates you haven't met. You know they weren't
surprised, and you know they are going to make some of that public, as
is their right and duty. But at my request, which I made well in
advance, they won't do that until I authorize it, which will happen
after YOU can show them some dramatic progress in cleaning up your act,
to balance the negativity which the media event will likely cause. I do
not wish the military arm of the Confed to be totally destroyed over
this, but restructuring, and redefining it's mission, should be the
overall goals. Before we move onto the next topic, and comments about
what I have just said?"
The first Admiral said like he was afraid, "There are MORE of you?" I
said "Have you ever known of an Ambassador who didn't have a staff? But
I think you mean something a little different. Yes, there are more who
have personal qualities similar to mine. We are a small group,
independent of any political or planetary allegiance, with our home on
the planet of your origin, but unknown except to only a few people
there. Our world is judged by the GC, being in their area of
administration, as Restricted. That means not advanced enough to have
knowledge of, or contact with, offworlders, and should not be shown
technology in advance of their own. My organization supports that, and
unlike the GC, we enforce that, and some would say to the extreme. I
answered your question, even though it wasn't on the pending topic. Are
there any?" The second Admiral said "Your communication system is not
evident. We know there are no unauthorized signals coming from the ship
or this station, yet you state that you are in communication with
people on the planet. How?" I said "Our methods are proprietary, and
are not open to discussion. You may now consider that particular
subject closed. Any PERTINENT questions?" There weren't any. I said
"This isn't going well. I commented on the fate of your organization,
and you have NOTHING to say to it?" Still nothing. I said "I REALLY
recommend you address the issues NOW, and I don't say that lightly."
Nothing. I said "I see you haven't learned your lesson yet. It's
advisable to cooperate with me. You have should have already accepted
that. Now you will understand the consequence of that failure."
I said "This meeting, and ALL that has happened to me here, has been
recorded in full audio and video, and broadcast live as it happened, to
the planetary authorities below. Here is an example." Ichi projected
into the room my encounter with the Marine on the ship. They were
absolutely stunned. I said "I told you they would know. I told you
everything but how. You have already seen my truthfulness verified. You
still didn't accept that the civilians are your bosses. YOU do not RULE
the Confed. They do. I strongly suggest that you act like you
understand and accept that, in a way that those you SERVE will believe
you. Case in point; WHEN were you going to inform the civilian leaders
of the Confed of the information that Captain Krack has returned with,
and about my diplomatic arrival? How long were you going to keep all
that secret from them? The military is not empowered to make political
policy, yet you have decided to take on that power, literally through
force of arms. I have given you every chance possible to reverse and
rectify what you have done. Even just to promise to change. I have
tried coaching, persuasion, and even threats, all to no avail. Even
now, there are still opportunities to start making changes for the
better. Is there ANY one of you who has the courage and will to step up
and DO it?"
The senior Admiral stood up and said, "I must apologize for myself
and my staff. All this is so new and astounding, providing us with
shock upon shock, I actually did not think that far in advance, to
notify higher authorities. I should have, and I accept fully the
responsibility for that error. You are correct. I, all of us, serve at
the pleasure of civilian authority, and my resignation will be tendered
immediately. Unfortunately, I don't expect it to be accepted, until I
have made things right among us. My staff will inform the President of
the Assembly of your arrival, and facilitate all requested
communications, including transportation to the surface, when your
accommodations are arranged. Your requested staff, Captain Krack and
his team, will be assigned to you for the duration of your stay, and at
the will of the Assembly. Is this satisfactory?" I said "Yes. While and
after those things are done, I expect there will be some time we can
put to good use, before we must leave for the surface. So, after you
instruct your people on what to do regarding me, I'll be available here
for more interesting discussions, if you like. In fact, we can keep
doing that now." He talked to an aid, who ran out to do the actual
work. Then he said, "Ambassador, can you give us a brief history of
your world?" I said "I have a personal problem with that. When I hear
that title, I have the urge to look around and think, 'Oh, there's an
ambassador here?' That title is so new to me, I'm just not used to it.
In fact I have a great many titles I'm not used to, being known and
addressed by all as Stephen. Yes, it's funny, to you military people
who wear your titles all over your uniforms. Even when I was in the
military myself, in my last incarnation, and others, I had problems
with that. So, please excuse my seeming discomfort with being addressed
that way."
I gave them the history they asked for, from the rise of the first
technological civilization, to it's destruction and the departure of
their ancestors, which they were VERY interested in, to the present
day, including in it what the Van had done to us. They took a while to
digest that, then the second Admiral said, "Can you tell us more about
our cousins the Van?" I said "Yes, but you will want to disown that
relationship." I told them. Then I said, "They are not now a threat to
anybody, and never will be again." The Senior Admiral said, "I suspect
you did something to them." I said "You suspect right. My organization
started about 70 years ago, during my last incarnation. We knew some
aliens were doing bad things, but couldn't do anything about it except
hide from them. Then one of us was captured by them and taken to their
master station in our system. From their point of view, if we permitted
them to have one, that was probably the worst thing they ever did." He
grinned and said, "I can well believe that!" Some laughter. I said
"There, he took over the station, and while severely injured, he
brought back the information we used to make and cary out plans to stop
them. When we went exploring outside of our system, we found the Van to
be practically everywhere, doing the same things they had done to us,
but more slyly, but still universally despised."
I said "Our plan was amended to include that situation, and was
completed not too long ago. There are now no Van in any other system
but their own, and in that system, only on their home planet, and they
will never leave it. Nor will anybody else be able to land on it. They
will remain isolated forever, or until they are extinct, and they do
not know how it happened to them, because they did not ever see who did
any of that, or experience the actions in any way. None of them were
injured or killed in any of the actions which resulted in the final
solution. We can give you the coordinates of the system, because we
know you will ask for them, but you won't learn anything by going
there, except to prove you can't land on the planet. Or contact them.
No intelligible signals are permitted them. We allowed Captain Krack's
team to examine one of them. They can make the information of that
available to you. The worlds of the GC know very well of the Van, and
do not miss them in the least, but do not know yet of our final
solution, and we request that you do not tell them."
There were a lot of wows then, and then some interesting expressions,
when they realized the implications. They knew then we really could
keep them out of the GC. Wisely, they kept silent about that. The
second Admiral said "You indicated that you have had reincarnations.
Could you explain that?" I grinned and said, "No, actually. We know it
happens, but not precisely how or why, because some of us remember our
past lives, which have been verified in record archives. I'm a little
different in that I don't remember just small fragments of past lives,
but my total recall memory extends to them as well, going back many
thousands of years. In case you're interested, most of those lives
aren't worth remembering, and some of them I do NOT want to remember,
and really wish I didn't." I stopped to wipe a tear. I said "With those
who know, I'm very popular with history museum staff." Some smiles at
that. The Senior Admiral said, "Something you said to me indicated you
have some significant information about Attin Lantos ReyMu you can
share with us." I said "We knew you would ask about that!" He couldn't
keep from smiling. I said "Yes, I do. An institution on the planet
below has some of the information, and is prepared to release it at my
authorization. If I live to give it. Which seems more likely now. Then
you will know a lot about her life, and even what she looked like."
The second Admiral was about to say something, and I looked sternly
at him and indicated NO. He chose not to say it. Instead he said, "What
do you think of our food?" I said "In this life, I'm a very picky
eater. In fact, it's so bad, I can't even look at what other species
like to eat, without wanting to lose my own food, if you know what I
mean. That's why I was pleasantly surprised here, that I actually like
it. Unfortunately, I'm sure my associates are going to tease me about
it, unmercifully." Angrala said "Yes, they do like to tease and
embarrass him. They think of it as their duty." I groaned. They
laughed. He said "Is your species genetically compatible with ours?" I
said "Theory indicates it is possible, but there is only one way to
find out for sure, and some of us intend to do that as often as we
can." There was some surprised laughter at that. He said "Do you
I said "I can't speak for my species, because they would view your
slight differences as being deformed members of their own species, and
not a different one. I and my galactic roaming associates, see things
differently, and I mean that literally. We pay much more attention to
the qualities of the spirit, than that which partially contains it. We
love who the real person is, irrespective of species or gender.
Although for physical activities, we are a little more practical, in
preferring the physically compatible. Well, who wants to kiss somebody
who's body temperature is high enough to burn you? And the chlorine
breathers, well, that stinks." They laughed.
The first Admiral said, "You said you are a Supreme Master of martial
arts. Can you explain what that means?" I said "It's not what we call
ourselves, but what you people do, so you should ask one of them to
explain it to you." I nodded to the First Officer. She explained it
well. He said then, "You indicated you are not the only one at that
level in your er, group?" I said "Correct. All our full members are.
The physical discipline of that, we feel is required for the beginnings
of our mental discipline. Good exercise, too. None of us are fat." A
few of them looked down at their own waistlines. The rest of us tried
not to smile or laugh at that, which was noticed with rueful smiles. We
were reminded it was time for lunch, which we adjourned to have.
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