Stephen's Secure Blog #146
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 Summer, after the end of year 5 of his
special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #146 "Really Alien Guardians"
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I ported to a door on a Confed planet. Its Guardians were in a room
behind it, very surprised at the sudden existence of my gigantic life
sign and aura. I pushed the door buzzer. After a while, a short furry
person came to answer it. He was wearing loose shorts, with a long fur
covered tail sticking out of one of the two leg holes. He had long
upright ears like a rabbit, and had green fur over most of his body.
Each of his eyes had three eyelids. He had three long fingers, and a
central thumb on each hand. His feet were similar, but with four toes
and no thumb, with rounded nails but not claws. I said in his native
language, but in a register lower than they use among themselves, "I am
Stephen. May I come inside and meet with you? Oh, and you can speak
normally to me, because I can hear in the same range that you do." He
said in his high range, "I am Pizlocher. What would you like to speak
about?" I said "You already know things about me, just from my
presence. I have information to give you about coming events in the
Confed, which I am causing, and I am a teacher, looking for students.
And I'm proving that I can hear as I said I could, Friend Pizlocher."
He grinned and said, "Please come in and be welcome, Master Teacher." I
did, and sat where directed. He said to me, "Our President informed us
about your intentions regarding the Confed military. That is welcome
news, but we were doubtful that it could be done. Your presence has
removed most of that doubt. Thank you."
I told them what we were doing, and why. Then I said "On some worlds,
their Guardians provide verification of fitness of government
personnel. You might consider doing some of that in the future. Are we
ready to discuss some other things now?" There were a lot of grins at
that. I gave them one of my own. I said "The first thing I want to
discuss is something I found out about in the Confed which makes me
angry. You might imagine that such a state for myself, can be very
dangerous to other people. So, I will try to be calm while I discuss
this. In the worlds of the Galactic Council, which is a group of star
systems similar to the Confed, we do NOT allow species discrimination.
In fact, there are no member planets which have inhabitants who look
anything like I or the Atlanans look like. But I, even being an
outsider there, was always welcome on every planet I visited, and was
not discriminated against by any of the moderately intelligent
inhabitants, even in feeling. In fact, even the criminals treated me
just as badly as they treated their own people." They laughed, and I
said, "I like that we can share our humor. I hope it doesn't bother you
that I often express myself that way." They assured me it wouldn't
bother them. I said "But when I came here, even the people who look a
lot like me, which they should, having originated on my planet, treated
me as badly as they would have treated you in my place, and for much
the same reasons. From my point of view, that is a mental illness which
HAS to be cured, or there are going to be a lot of problems in the
future."
I said "I'm cleaning up the Confed military, but that won't last if
they don't remove what has caused them to be as bad as they are now.
Prejudice against other people causes the practitioner to have feelings
of superiority and power, making action on those feelings inevitable.
That has been the root cause of their abuse, even of their own people.
I have told this to the Confed PA, but he is almost as helpless a baby.
And not nearly as cute." They laughed. I said "I'm still pushing this
idea on them, and have some support among the best of the Confed
military, few as they are. There may be ways your people can help. It
won't work if nobody volunteers for service. It will be very rough in
the beginning, I'm sure. But, I think the end result will be worth it.
Any comments on this topic?" They felt favorably, and would think about
it.
I said "Next, is teaching. Am I correct that you wish to know
something about that?" Some VERY big grins beamed at me. I said "One of
my students has teeth which are much longer than yours, so grin all you
want, because you don't scare me." They laughed. I said "Would you like
to see an image of him?" They did, and I showed them Zander. I said
"He's not the violent type, just like most of his people, which is very
fortunate. He is running my school for offworlders. My own school is on
a Restricted planet, which isn't allowed knowledge of offworld people,
so we can't host students of other species there. Before I discuss that
more, please tell me what you know about me now." Pizlocher looked
around, and decided to speak for his people. "You can teleport. You are
the most powerful psionic Adept we have ever heard of. You are a
fighting master. You are genuinely friendly, and are full of love. And
we don't find you as ugly as most other species we have met." I said
"Well, thank you for the last part, I think. We have two
classifications of students. Adults who are adepts or who will be
adepts, and children who have the intelligence and psionic potential to
accept our advanced training. I sense your disappointment, but there is
nothing I can do about that. Advanced training, which includes
teleporting, and many other things which have gravely dangerous
physical manifestations, MUST have special mental control training,
before psionic abilities develop to their fullest. Let me give you an
example of that technology in demonstration. This ring. See the light
it emits? When I will it, it emits a laser beam which is capable of
cutting through 4cm of steel. It is fully mentally controlled, just
like my arm is. Would you trust yourself to wear this ring
continuously, even when you sleep?" They understood, and would not. I
said "Some of our adult students now wear the ring, and the other ring,
and the older model belt, all mentally controlled. But none of them
have been able to take the next step, which includes teleporting. And
that applies to all species, including my own. I still hope, though."
I said "We have trained one adult Guardian of the Confed worlds. An
Atlanan. Well, she was on the ship which made first contact with us,
because of a premonition they had about that voyage. She is presently
on my Military er, repair team. Eventually, she will run a school like
mine, on her planet. Now, I could go to every planet and offer to teach
them, but I'm not. It wouldn't be fair to the other species which
occupy less planets. So, I'm choosing by species, and not by planets.
Do I hear any disagreement about that?" I got a big "NO!" I gave them a
big grin in return, and they laughed. I said "In case you're wondering
how somebody with such small ears can hear so well, well, so am I.
Nobody else of my species can hear the frequencies you use, but those
in my direct family. A mutation, probably. But I do wish I could wiggle
them as well as you do." They laughed. I said "Back to teaching. We
will teach only one adult Adept of your species, as far as they can
advance, and that will be the youngest and most intelligent candidate
possible. That person can return here and teach the rest of you. We
will teach any child which we qualify, with no restriction in numbers.
There is this. We do keep secrets from our students, and share them
only when they are ready for them, because advancing before completely
ready can cause the death of the student, and of others. For example,
what would happen to the student who couldn't control his porting
enough, and ported into airless space in his sleep?" Horrified feelings
were broadcast. I stood and levitated, and then sat down. I said "I
learned how to levitate in my last incarnation, and once did it in my
sleep, and scared some friends almost out of their skins!" Laughter. I
said "I was lucky the window wasn't open. Or that I hadn't turned on
and sliced everybody up with a laser. We have better training, now."
Pizlocher said "Incarnation? You remember yours?" I said "Yes, going
back more than 70,000 years. With total recall." They all said, "Wow!"
I said "I hear that a lot." They laughed. I said "Here is a list of
young student candidates." Pizlocher said "How?" I said "Please excuse
my immodesty when I tell you how. Among us, it's impolite to emphasize
our differences. My psionic senses can encompass an entire world, and
that's without the use of our advanced technological augmentation. And
with my multiple mental compartmentalized processes, each being a super
genius in intelligence, I could do that, and process the information,
while I'm meeting with you." More wows. I said "All of my advanced
students can do this, or something very similar." More wows, and some
hunger. I said "Most probably, some of your children will be able to do
it too, and much more, in about four years. But, I don't expect you to
give me your children just on my word alone. So, there are some things
we can do to make the decision a little easier. I can teleport. It's
part of our mentally controlled advanced technology. We can also do
that to objects and people. I could port all in this room to another
place in an instant, but unless I ported the chairs with you, you would
fall on your tails when you arrive." Some laughter. I said "Well, in my
last incarnation, when I invented this technology, I was the only one
who could do that. So, I invented a way for other people to do it too.
You step through a doorway, and out of another one far away. I could
demonstrate that before I leave. I would set one up so that your
students could come back here any time they wanted to. I will have it
keyed to allow only our students and adepts to pass through without
escort. The other thing I will do, if you like, is take you to the
school so you can see it for yourself, and meet the students, who might
surprise you with their diversity. Being who you are, you will know the
truth of it. There is one more thing about the school. We do NOT allow
any interference with the school or the students. Some politicians have
tried to do that. They risk disqualifying the student. Any comments?"
Pizlocher said "All you have said is thoughtful and well reasoned.
When can we visit the school?" I said "They are in morning session, so
we can do it now, if you wish." He looked around and felt their
desires, and said, "How many of us will you allow?" I said "All here,
if that is their wish. I have just told Zander, of the big teeth, and
he is eager to meet with you. Oh, and be prepared to be hugged by two
very playful and loving boys." They all smiled in anticipation. I said
"It's hot there. I will extend my personal shield so that if you are
close to me, you will be at the temperature you are accustomed to. Do
we go now?" He said "What about language?" I said "Do you speak the
common Confed language?" He said "We do." I said "So do they, now.
Another benefit of our learning technology. We can learn a language in
minutes, by direct transfer of knowledge." A lot of wows. I said "We
are going to Zichesshich, which hosts the headquarters of the GC. I
will port us to the large meeting room in our new school building.
Please gather around me." They did, and the next instant we were there.
Zander greeted them, and took them on a tour. They were very impressed
by the facilities, and the technology, but simply astounded by the the
students. Their diversity, and the love they could feel all over the
place, had them in awe. That wasn't made less at all, when Splidnt and
Ginging hugged them. They saw me grinning at that, and they had to
laugh.
When it was time to leave, Ginging said, "Stephen, have you hugged
them yet?" I said "No, not yet." He said "But you HAVE to!" I said "If
they want, I'll do that when we get back to their world." He looked
very disappointed, and said, "But I want to SEE it." I said "And that's
the reason. You know how it affects people the first time. They should
be home for that." He looked thoughtful and said, "Yes, that's true."
Then he brightened up and said, "Can I come with you then?" Splidnt
said "Me too!" I grinned at him and said, "Who didn't expect THAT?" He
laughed. I said "If our guests, and Zander, approve, you can come."
They did, and the boys ported with us back to the planet. I said to
Pizlocher."Here is a comm which will connect to our comm center on my
planet. Ask for me, or any other of us, and it will be transferred,
with no time lag except caused by excited breathing." He smiled and
said "I like your humor. We'll call, and soon." I said "Now if you
love. The boys helped him to sit down. I did all the others in turn,
and they received the same help. Then I said "Farewell, all. It's been
a great pleasure to meet with you, and I hope to expand our association
together in time." I and the boys ported back to the school. They were
crying. Ginging said "That's so beautiful. I love seeing it." Splidnt
nodded his agreement. I said "I'm not too sad about it myself." They
hugged me, and I gave them my love, too.
So went my recruiting, a planet or two a day, when I had time. It was
so successful, we filled the school practically all the way up, with
adults first, and then slowly with children. Zander loved it so much,
he didn't notice he was practically working his teeth off. I loved that
he loved it.
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