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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: +*+*+*+ Stephen's Secure Blog #143 "Museum Multi-Tour" +*+*+*+
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Stephen's Secure Blog #143
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 Spring of year 5 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #143 "Museum Multi-Tour"
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The President of Misnok asked me to a meeting to discuss the
embassies he was assembling. We reviewed the personnel. I said "They
seem alright, but I couldn't know more without invading their privacy.
However, there is a way to er, encourage them to give permission for me
to examine their minds." He said "Go on. This could be interesting." I
grinned and said, "Not really. I can offer to give them the language
they need. I would need to examine them to learn how well they can take
one or more of the methods I would use." He said "Good idea, both ways.
Can you do that to me?" I said "Yes, but is it necessary for you to
learn a language you probably won't need?" He said with a grin, "I
already know things I don't need. I just want to experience the
process." I said "Alright. There are different ways we have to do that,
and different procedures in them, to adjust for the capabilities of the
student. One way is I could transfer the entire knowledge directly into
your brain in one big lump, all at once. That's something of how I
learn. But, you would die horribly." He said dryly, "I think we should
avoid that one." I said "Another way is to do that direct transfer
slowly, and in segments. That usually involves some pain. Another way
is imprinting while you are temporarily unconscious, with it set to
integrate over the course of two weeks, mostly in the background." He
said "I'll take that one. Less restriction on my duties. How long does
this imprinting take?" I said "Seconds." He said "Can you do it now?" I
said "Yes. The usual way we do it is with a programmed automated er,
instrument, which I invented. Being that I understand the process
better than anybody else, and that I have the ability, I can do that a
little better with my mind, directly, at the same time I'm examining
the mind for compatibility." He said "I'm ready when you are." Then I
said to him, "How do you feel?" He said in surprise, "All done? I
didn't notice a thing! Oh, wait, what language is this?" He noticed my
face splitting grin, and laughed. I said "It isn't fully integrated
yet, but when it is, you won't forget the language over time, which
happens with other learning methods."
I offered the language to the prospective embassy people, and gave
them to the ones I approved. The people I rejected were replaced, and
some of those were replaced, until all were acceptably honest and
skilled. I said to the president, later, "When Angrala returns, she
will be able to provide this service to you, using our regular device
method. And she, and any of the other Guardians, can examine and report
on the quality of any of your government workers, but only when there
is consent. On my planet, that is part of the hiring practice in
national law enforcement, but they don't know the examination is
directly mental. Oh, and what we do doesn't look at thoughts." He said
"Can you do that?" I said "Full telepathy is very rare, even among
Adepts. I have only known of two people who had that skill. One killed
herself, and the other is me. I keep it turned off almost all the time.
I hardly ever need it, even in times of deadly action. Knowing other
people's private thoughts makes me feel very dirty and ashamed. As a
young child, I really struggled with that, until I learned to control
the talent." He said "Wow!" I said "The Confed PA wants me to do what I
did for you, for his own embassy workers. Want to tell me why I
refused?" He said "Assuming he knows you can do that, it means you want
the GC Assembly to see how bad they are." I said "Not exactly. To see
them as equals." He laughed his head almost off his shoulders.
I said to the PA in a meeting, "At least one of your people will need
the language. I can help with that." He said "How long would that
take?" I said "Depending on the ability of the student, up to a month,
but my er, treatment, which starts the automatic process, would take
seconds. My Guardians and I do this often on my world, and on other
worlds. We have a technology which enables this. One of our teaching
methods. Some of us can do this directly." He said "How many would you
treat?" I said, "As many of your embassy staff as are capable of
learning this way, that I approve of. Some would be damaged, if I
didn't select carefully. And some I might not want to be in the same
room with. In fact, I wouldn't want to even be in the next room over,
from any of your head of mission candidates." He looked sad and said,
"That bad?" I said "You didn't know?" He said "Being as we are now, we
don't draw the best people." I said "Change can take time. Political
systems have almost more inertia than a neutron star. Unfortunately,
your diplomatic corps is locked into advancement by seniority only,
irrespective of merit. That causes the most incompetent ingratiating
corrupted schemers to rise to the top, like scum on water, and smell
just as bad." He laughed. He said "Sorry about that, but your way of
making the terrible, sound so er, unappetizing, gets to me." I said
"Well, if I have to say it, I might as well put some creativity into
it." He said "I have only admiration for that."
I said "As I see it, your major USEFUL job in this is currency. I had
to sell some of my art supplies to create spending money here, while I
have billions of credits in the GC system. The two organizations aren't
going to be much good for each other until useful commerce starts, and
that requires an exchange rate to be established, and eventual full
galaxy wide standardization. Since I'm the only er, merchant who has
sold and purchased in both systems, I can tell you the values are about
as identical as daily fluctuations can make them. That was another
reason I had for my activities here. To determine that." He said "More
and more, I see how much of a disaster this could have been, if you
hadn't involved yourself as you have." I said "That's the only reason
why I'm doing it. Duty. I sure don't like or want to get involved with
any of this, and it has severely disturbed my plans for me, my
Guardians, and the progress I had envisioned for the galaxy. I might
have to live longer than I planned." He said in shock, "You don't want
to live?" I said "Want, is largely irrelevant. I remain in corporeal
form only by force of will now. At any time, if I'm not careful enough,
I can be pulled into my next existence. There is just too much of me to
be fully compatible with this realm." He said in wonder, "I didn't know
you were so advanced!" I said "Well, I don't broadcast it on every
wavelength. Until you, only my own Guardians knew. They can feel it. I
had planned to last for 15 more years. Hoping I could. I don't know how
that will work out now, because events are forcing me to develop faster
than I had anticipated. Anyway, I'm sorry I burdened you with that. Let
me know when and where, for the language lessons. Oh, I won't be
traveling with the ship, so my instant availability should remain." He
said "Thank you. I'll do some scheduling and let you know."
I made some arrangements, and something unusual happened, after I
gave all concerned the necessary languages. I had the people of five
museums; of Earth, Zichesshich, Tsuriss, Posintan, and Misnok, tour
each other's museums. The tour of the Smithsonian was difficult to
arrange, but we did it. All the curators and directors who were invited
had to be sworn to secrecy, but they were eager to do that, for the
educational adventure I offered them. On Zichesshich, Hissssner joined
us, and on Posintan, the President joined us. Rose was with me, too. We
used my ship for interstellar transportation, with local porting to the
museums from space, to avoid showing too much of what we could do, and
to avoid possible immigration complications. They loved it, and I loved
it a LOT for me and for them, which they couldn't help noticing and
smiling about. My light sculptures were popular, and they all wanted
some for their museums, but we had to tell them about the exclusivity
arrangement. Despite that, Crintaj gave them all miniatures as gifts,
which Sharon had to keep at home. We all had an absolutely great time,
and I think I'll remember it as one of the best times I ever had in all
my lives, which I told them, which caused a lot of moist eyes.
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