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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: +*+*+*+ Stephen's Secure Blog #145 "Confed Cleaning" +*+*+*+
Date: 6 Mar 2013 20:20:53 -0600
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Stephen's Secure Blog #145
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, near the end of year 5 of his
special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #145 "Confed Cleaning"
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I made appointments to meet with every planetary president in the
Confed, in their office. They all went much the same. Krack, Angrala,
Grace, and I, ported to an unobserved nearby place, and then used
public transportation to go see the president. I said "Please play this
memory disk, which will explain some things." The President did. In it
was the Confed PA announcing that all Confed military installations
would be examined for fitness by his appointed special team, us, and if
conditions warranted it, some installations would be turned over to
civilian control if necessary, until desired improvements could be
made. My team was introduced in the video, and it was said that we were
authorized to take any action necessary to cary out this task, along
with any we appointed to assist us. I said "Here are the documents
which certify this." He looked them over, and then said, "How can I
help you?" I said "If things happen like they have in other places,
well, we will transfer all members of the Confed military who have
committed civilian or military crimes. As you can well imagine, some
installations will be rendered nonfunctional after that." He laughed.
We smiled and nodded. I said "On Misnok, the President had to appoint a
civilian force to manage Orbital Control, at our advance request. How
long would it take for you to do the same, and keep ready for the
ultimate eventuality?" He said "Basic crew for each station, in about a
week. Full crew, in about another three weeks." I said "We will be back
soon, to accomplish our mission. We request that this be kept secret
from the local Confed forces, or there could be some violence when we
start our work." He said "May I ask why this is happening now?"
I said "Yes. I am am Stephen, Special Envoy and Ambassador at Large
for the Galactic Council, which is another star organization similar to
the Confed, and for three of its most important and powerful planets.
When I arrived on a Confed ship, at Misnok, I was continually
mistreated in such a way as to guarantee war between our two
organizations, many times over. That, and other things, such as the
widespread corruption and abuse we er, uncovered, was brought to proper
attention, and it was discovered that there was no internal remedy
possible. I demanded a solution, or there would be unavoidable war, if
such a force as the Confed military entered GC space. One ship did,
unauthorized, actually, which my staff fortunately intercepted. I
proposed a solution. It was gladly accepted. With unbelievable joy and
relief, actually." He grinned, and said "No doubt." I said "We will be
using truth telling instruments, and other means, to determine who is
fit to serve. This is my plan, so I am charged to oversee it, but
Inspector Admiral Krack will be in charge of accomplishing it. We have
determined that he is just and honorable, and reliable, which was why
he was chosen for this position."
He said "What about arriving Confed ships?" I said "All ships
presently here will be processed in order, when we start the action. If
there are not enough approved crewmembers, there will be
consolidations. Empty Confed ships will remain in orbit until they can
be provided with approved crews. After we leave, all other arriving
Confed ships will be directed to go to Misnok, after required limited
servicing. Civilian passengers will be allowed to disembark, but will
not be allowed to communicate with their ship after that.
Satisfactory?" He said "Very. I'm going to have a difficult time
containing my own joy at this. And more, the rest of my people." I said
"I understand, but all this won't happen overnight, and there are bound
to be problems, expected and unexpected. But, we WILL make this work,
for the sake of our many billions of people who we all here serve to
the best of our various abilities." He stood and saluted us, which we
returned. He gave us permission to play recordings of our meeting with
him to the heads of the other planets.
After we had all those meetings, we started back at the first system.
I scanned the main station, and made a list of those who HAD to go, and
transported them to temporary exile. Then we briefed the most senior of
the remaining officers, and appointed him or her, the Acting Commander,
pending arrival of a more senior approved officer. Then we individually
examined the rest of the personnel, and transported some of them. Then
we did that to the other stations in order, and then the stations on
the planet. Some stations had to have civilian workers to operate them.
Then we examined the ships, one by one, the same way. Interestingly, we
found that most of the crewmembers were acceptable. The same for the
officers. We transported only a few, and then adjusted what was left to
balance the ships' crews to keep them all operational. It only took a
little more than a week, but too long for me, considering how many
systems we had to cover. I decided to leave the team, and do the
scanning by remote in a background process, and pass on the results
when needed. I put Andy in my place, which he was very happy about,
which he showed by kissing me all over, and having a really wild
recess. Lisa took Grace's place at Zander's school.
I kept all the GC contacts updated, and then had a meeting with Ichi
and the old Seniors. I said "I have a problem. I'm doing too much.
That's bad on more than one level. It makes too many people dependent
on me, which isn't good for them. Another problem it's causing is that
the more I successfully stretch myself and my abilities, the greater
they become, and the less able I am to resist being pulled to my next
existence." I said with tears in my eyes, "And I would really like to
be around to see my first child become fully psionic." Ichi said "And I
want you to. We all do. What you did with the chairs was amazing! 451
independent parallel 4th processes. Way above my abilities, like the
sun is to the moon." I said "I didn't know I could do that, until I
needed to. It was actually more complicated than just crushing them. A
lot of them had people sitting on them. Two of those people were naked
men. I had to make sure they wouldn't get their balls caught in the
crushing chairs." The sound of multiple pairs of knees slamming
together, made us laugh. Ichi said "The basic problem is we need
another telepath. We only have one, and he is in heavy demand for the
use of that, at this time." I said "There is only one other who has
that ability in enough strength to be partially useful, and that is
Rose, but she isn't able to control it, and we don't know when or if
that will ever happen. My child will probably have the talent, not that
I would wish it on anybody, but he or she won't be born for a while.
Not until I am 19, and that is final. Rose WILL have my firstborn."
Then I had an idea, and started crying. They didn't know why, so I
had to tell them. I said "There may be a way to improve Rose's ability.
Or kill her horribly. Or worse." Ichi said "We will not do that. Nor
will we tell her of the possibility, whatever it is. ARE WE CLEAR ON
THAT?" I stared at him in surprise. So did the others. Then Nigel
nodded in support. We didn't say anything more about it. We talked
about other things, such as how to manage the assignments. I said "We
just need more Guardians. Unfortunately, that takes time, and for the
Confed, it has to be humans, because of their prejudice." Ichi said
"For that, we need more people like Krack, who we can trust to know
about us. I don't see a useful solution for that." I said "Right.
Recruiting them would require even more of my time, because I'm the
only one of us known to them, and therefore would have useful
credibility." He said "To much time, considering how long it took to
get him as far as he's come, and we can't duplicate all that now,
anyway. You already proved only experience with us over time will work
with good people."
Then we talked about the Centaur problem. Ichi said "We are ready for
the final solution, for the planet in revolt. Stephen, your disguise
and personal projection techniques were instrumental in allowing that
to happen. Thank you very much!" He hugged and kissed me. I said "I'll
have to think up some more, right away." He laughed. I said "How will
you manage the home planet's reaction to that?" He grinned and said,
"Thanks to you, their own people will give the orders, while the real
ones are asleep. That will cause them some confusion when they wake up.
Then they will have some ghostly visitations, which will help convince
them of the error of their ways." I looked a question at him, and he
said, "Right. It won't work. But when we show them by force that they
don't have any choice, they will use our ghosts to rationalize their
acceptance. Future generations will accept all that as normal." I
jumped on him, and kissed him all over. Then the others did, and then
we had a really wild sexual celebration. While we were resting from
multiple orgasmic sessions, Ichi said "I like celebrations." We all
agreed.
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