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Subject: +*+*+*+ Stephen's Secure Blog #163 "Big Screwup" +*+*+*+
Date: Fri, 19 Apr 2013 18:36:22 -0400
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Stephen's Secure Blog #163
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, after Winter holidays, of year 6 of his
special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #163 "Big Screwup"
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We decided on my house on Misnok, because we were used to that model,
more than the new one on Allguard. Hawk said he was going to be just a
support helper the first time. Rose and I didn't complain. We had our
favorite foods, all feeding each other. Then we sat around and hugged
and talked, trading places a lot. Then we went to the bedroom and did a
lot of foreplay, slow and gentle. Then Rose and I assumed the
missionary position, and I entered her slowly. It was terrific! So was
Hawk's hand on my nuts. I stroked, in and out, very slowly, very much
against our body's urges. Then faster and faster, and then we stopped.
Then more stroking, than stop, three more times. I was stroking Hawk
with my love at the same time, and he was just as hot as Rose and I
were, when I did our last thrusting to climax. We all had wild and and
intense orgasms at the same time, all without the link. We rested,
almost drowning in love. Then we did it again, the same way, with the
link, with Rose having two orgasms. Then we had to sleep.
Four hours later, we tried some other positions, and finally had a
wild finish. After resting, Hawk asked me to screw him. We all expected
it, and I didn't have a problem with the idea, except it was like I
expected. Not as much fun for me, although he liked it very
enthusiastically, so it was great for all of us, because we shared his
feelings. Except for eating and sleeping, and some swimming, that was
mostly all we did for a week. Then we decided to do it in the link at
the highest intensity we could take. We did, and I added love stroking
to the both of them. At the impossibly intense finish, we all fainted.
When we woke up a few seconds later, I said "Wow!" Hawk said "Wow!"
Rose said "I think you are saying that for something I don't know
about." Hawk said, "Your aura. It's bigger." She said "Well, at least
it's not my waistline!" We laughed. I said "May I inventory you, to
check for damage or improvement?" She said "Please." I did. I said "May
I share the information with Hawk?" She said "Always." I said "I told
your parents you might develop more, and be better than Ichi." Rose
said, "I remember." I said "Well, it's not 'might' anymore." She said
"Wow!" Then she hugged me almost in half. I said "Don't ruin me before
I can tell you how much!" She laughed. I said "IQ 232, and still
improving. You have full telepathy, and in control. We should do some
skills work on that today. All your other abilities improved, too."
They said "Wow!"
I said "Hawk, your turn." He said "Please." I did, and said, "Rose,
take a look." She did, and said, "Brother, you improved, too! IQ 222!
Stephen! You knew this would happen!" I said "Not for certain, but I
suspected. Using psionics, which was the link, at very high intensity,
does something like what I did to Cress to stimulate her abilities. It
doesn't give you something you wouldn't develop in time. It just
hurries that along a little. It does take a little out of you, though,
so we should eat something now. No, not that!" They laughed.
We did eat, and it was a lot, which surprised them. But my grinning
didn't. Then I taught Rose the finer points of telepathic therapy, with
Hawk the very willing subject. I said "We'll have to tell Pete and
Ichi." Rose said, "Can't we wait a little?" I said "I know what you
mean, but you know we should." She sighed, and said, "Yes, do it." We
all connected, and I contacted Pete, and asked if we could bring in
Ichi, and did. I said +Rose and Hawk have improved their abilities.
Here's the new stats, for the record.+ I gave them. They gave wows in
return. They wanted to know if I did anything to make it happen. I said
+Well, that depends on how you look at it. Or in this case, how you
screw it.+ They laughed. Ichi said +So it was a super high intensity
link which helped them along.+ I said +It has opened up some third eyes
when they were almost ready to, so I'm not surprised, except in the
amount of improvement. But, I do have to tell you we wouldn't have done
any different if we knew it would or wouldn't happen. They didn't know,
and it sure wasn't on my mind right then!+ We all laughed.
The next day, Rose said, "I'm remembering one of my past lives. The
one with the stone. His childhood name would translate to 'Feather in
the Eye'." Hawk said "That's a new one. So the language isn't like
modern Navajo?" She said "Something like old Hopi and Navajo mixed
together." I said "Well, when you think that life is ready, make some
crystals of it. I'll paint him for you and the rest." She said "I'll do
that." We hugged and kissed.
A week later Rose's father called us and asked for a conference. We
ported to his house. He was alone with us. He said "Stephen, the Tribal
Council is asking for your help. There was a murder. Three murders,
actually. Most of a family. We don't know who did it, and we're
desperate, because we think it could be one of our own people." I said
"You know we do some work for the Federal Government, in law
enforcement. But, it's only in certifying their members, and rescuing
them when they go missing. We don't investigate crimes other than the
psychic, or have contact with criminals. They want us to, and they
don't want us to. The reason is that when we work on a case, we take it
over completely. That means everything, including the final disposition
of the criminal, which might not be compatible with the legal system,
or even legal itself. What we do, and how we do it, isn't recognized by
science or the Court. One more thing. We don't punish. We stop and
prevent, which can look like a harsher punishment than the Court would
meet out, or less, and we do not accept interference of ANY kind. On
those conditions, would they still want our help?" He said "We could
ask them. They are in session now. Port us there?"
We walked out of the men's bathroom, and met Rose, who came out of
the other one, and went into the Council Chamber. Hawk's father said he
told us about the request, and that we had conditions. I was asked to
state them. After some debate, they agreed to them. Then I said, "Rose
will lead the investigation. The Speaker said "But we asked for you,
being the best." I said "For this, Rose is the most qualified, in skill
thunder, "DO YOU DOUBT MY WORD?" That I had lightenings coming out of
my extended fingers, might have contributed to the dead silence which
followed that. I said casually to Hawk, "Think that was a little too
much?" He said "A little." I turned to Rose, and she said, "Maybe. Pink
would have been nicer, though." And she made some pink lightenings come
from her fingers. Hawk said "I favor green." And he made green
lightenings. I said "Oh, how about we do a rainbow?" So we spread apart
a little, and exchanged all different colors of lightenings between us.
I thought it was quite beautiful. Then Hawk said "They're watching us."
Rose said "Maybe we should stop and see if they're ready to say
something now." We did stop and then listened. Their father was tying
very hard not to laugh. The Sherif said "I don't care which of them
leads, I want them all." The Council was quite relieved to agree to
that.
We went to the Sherif's office. Rose said "Where are the bodies?" He
said "In the cooler in the local funeral home." She said "On the way,
brief us on the crime." He cooperated without hesitation. It was a home
invasion at night. Four in the family, asleep. Mother, father, and nine
year old daughter, dead of knife wounds in their beds. Two year old boy
was unharmed, and slept through it. All discovered when the father
didn't show up for work, and his brother checked up on him. That was
the bare facts of the report. Rose said "I want to see the baby, too."
Rose and Hawk went to where the bodies were, and I kept the Sherif in
the waiting room. He said "It's not right that she should see that." I
said "I agree. It's not right that anybody should see that. In fact,
it's so much of a problem, that Hawk is watching Rose carefully, and
will tell me right away if she needs treatment. I'll help her if she
needs it, which is why I'm out here, because I can't let it affect me
in case she needs me. It has to be her, because she is the most
sensitive of us, in picking up emotions from bodies and objects. We all
do what we must." He looked at me with more respect then, and said, "I
apologize for misjudging you." I said "No problem. It happens a lot
with The People, from others, and with our little group even more,
because of our unusual abilities." He said "Like with the lightenings."
I said "Like that. Sure did get their attention." He chuckled and said,
"I think it was more how casual you were about it, that impressed them
the most." I grinned at him, and said, "Then maybe we shouldn't tell
them that was absolutely the least we can do." He said "Oh. Right."
Rose and Hawk came out. They didn't look or act any different, but I
knew they were hurting. We stood together and hugged, and I helped them
separate their feelings from what they had seen and felt. They relaxed.
I said to the Sherif, "All their bad feelings are in me now." He
nodded. Rose said "Now the baby." He was staying with his uncle. We
went there. Rose held the baby and said nice things to him, and gave
him love. She and I discussed which memories to reduce, in contact, and
she did a good job, and gave him back. We went outside. I said to the
Sherif, "He didn't sleep through it. We have his memories of it now."
He said "Wow! Now I understand more about how you will suffer for this.
If I had known, I wouldn't have asked for your help." I said "No, you
would have, and you would be right." He nodded. Rose said, "Now the
scene of the crime." She said to the uncle, who had just come out, "No,
you can't come with us." He tried to, anyway, and the Sherif had to put
his hand on his gun, to stop him.
We went to the house, still barricaded with yellow police tape. Rose
and Hawk went inside. Some time later, they came out, and Rose led the
way into the brush. About a K later, she pointed into a bush, and a
knife came floating out. I took a plastic evidence bag out of my
pocket, and the knife floated down into it. I said "It has the family's
blood on it, and the fingerprints of the killer. Don't tell anybody."
He nodded. I put the bag into a brown paper bag, to conceal it. We went
back to the Council hall, where they were still in session. Rose, Hawk,
and I, discussed what to do, in contact. Rose said she was strong
enough, and accepted the responsibility. She was working on the
resolution while we walked into the hall. They saw us, and all went
quiet. Rose said "We know what happened, and why. Before we end this,
please require the family who has the baby, to bring him here." We
waited in silence. Soon, that was done.
Rose said "Give the baby to me." They refused. Hawk used a little
physical persuasion, and gave her the baby, and she gave the baby to
the Sherif's wife. Rose said to the aunt, "Did you know he saw what
happened in his parent's bedroom?" She looked all wide eyed and afraid.
Rose said to all, "We were called here to resolve this issue, but we do
not punish. However, we do enable what is fair, which some people think
might be like justice and punishment. I will do this now." Her hands
rose up and glowed. She said "The person who committed the murders, has
the memories of what happened. He will relive them every hour of every
day of his current life, WITH THE FEELINGS HIS VICTIMS HAD WHILE THEY
WERE BEING MURDERED. He will feel all their pain and terror, just as
they felt it, like it is real, and happening to him. Beginning now."
The uncle screamed horribly, and fell to the floor writhing in agony,
still screaming. Then after two minutes, he sobbed uncontrollably.
All the other people in the Chamber were absolutely stunned. Rose
said "Here is the murder weapon we found in the brush. It has the blood
of the victims, and the fingerprints of the murderer on it." I held the
plastic bag up, and handed it to the Sherif, who took it like he was a
robot. Then Rose pointed at the aunt, and said, "She drove him to it.
She couldn't have children, and wanted one so badly, she pushed her
husband beyond endurance, which he alleviated with murder. She didn't
know he was going to do it, but was very glad to accept the results.
She shares some blame for what happened, but didn't tell him to commit
murder, so we are unable to take any action against her, beyond
commanding them both to never lie, and to answer any and all questions
which are asked of them. What you do with the both of them is now in
your hands. I am finished, and will never discuss this case again. We
will go." We left the building, with Rose's father tagging along behind
us, still in shock. When we could, we ported away. Their father and I
were in his bedroom.
When he noticed who was missing, he nodded, and said, "You stayed
behind to explain." I said "Rose really did lead the investigation, and
she decided on the resolution, after some silent discussion, and
implemented it herself. What happened, was obvious to us. Why we did
what we did, was to satisfy some legal issues, and to set up the er,
punishment enabling scene. If they aren't careful, he will kill himself
soon. Why Rose? My oldest remembered incarnation was as a woman, and
because of that, even though I was the world's foremost expert on the
subject, they wouldn't believe me when I warned them about the disaster
they were about to cause, which did happen. I am still very sensitive
to the inequality of women. The People have it more than the general
society of the US. Rose had that job, to help reduce some of that.
There is one more reason. The People should not depend on me to do
these things. I will be the artist, but not the Shaman or policeman.
That's important for many reasons. One of them is that Rose will
outlive me, and she will be the best of our group then, and its leader
when one is needed. They need to respect her, before that happens.
Comments?" He said "I have, but are better not said, except thank you.
For everything." I said "You're welcome. I would guess the Council
won't be terribly eager to have us do this again." He couldn't help
grinning, when he said, "That, and not the criminals, either! The
sessions are televised by the local community cable station." I said
"Well, we had those goals in mind. Now I go to help them heal. On, and
one more thing. We did it, and for a whole week. It was glorious,
naturally. And we aren't finished yet." He looked really funny just
before I ported away.
Rose said "He still looks funny. Great way to manipulate his emotions
away from depressing things." I said, "And you?" She said "Your program
worked well. I can remember it all, but it doesn't affect me much,
after the memories aged automatically after I gave them back to him
with the emotions." I said "So you are alright for a little exercise."
She said "No. Not at all. A LOT of exercise!" And that's what we three
did, with some really glorious finishes. But not finished, ever.
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