Stephen's Secure Blog #173
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 16 in this story, in the Summer after year 6 of his special
school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #173 "Thai Food"
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The food came, and we ate. It was a big assortment of dishes, and
almost so hot with spice, I thought the plates might start crying. None
of that went into my mouth. I removed the capsaicin as soon as it got
near me. Then it tasted terrific, which I said. The main dish was
something called Pad Thai. It was a kind of light stir-fry over wide
noodles. There was a commotion at the door. A man fell. He got up, and
tripped again. After the third fall, he gave up and left. Srinoy said
boyfriend of one of the waitresses. He was coming in to make trouble
for her. I gave him a little help to change his mind about that." His
parents were surprised. I said "We don't interfere with cultures, but
when we witness something wrong and hurtful, we can't be who we are as
loving human beings, and not do something to fix it. IF we can do it
without being discovered, and in accordance with our ethical
restrictions. You might be wondering how I knew about this issue. My
emotion sense. The waitress was very worried about a personal issue.
When she saw him, that became intense fear. When he saw her, his anger
turned to rage. I know more than enough about human nature to predict
what was going to happen, if I let it. So I didn't." They were amazed.
Srinoy said "I felt those things, too, but I didn't make the
connection, and if I had, I wouldn't have thought to do anything about
it. Should I have?" I said "I have thousands of years experience with
relationship problems, and you are at home here, and I'm not, so I'm in
mission mode, which means I watch and analyze everything within about a
two kay radius. I do what is right for me, and you will do what is
right for you. He had a knife. It's not with him now, but in his
bedroom, with the blade impossibly twisted on itself. Oh, and he's
naked now, because he punched an innocent person who was in his way.
He's running. He pushed another person. Now he has an erection. He
pushed another. Now he is covered in er, sexual words, which will
require a lot of scrubbing to take off. He got the message, and is
trying to be careful now. He noticed when he made that decision, some
of the bad words went away. He is crying, crouched in an alley now."
Srinoy said "I understand! You couldn't do anything against him until
he did something bad, and only enough to make him stop it, and to
motivate him to do better. That's what our ethics allows. I never saw
it in action like this before, and it's working! Thank you very much
for the lesson, Master Teacher!" I said to him, returning his bow,
"You're welcome, Advanced Student Srinoy."
His parents were beyond amazed. Srinoy said, "What would you have
done next?" I said "That would depend on what he did, but I probably
would have ported him to a prison cell. If it was something worse, it
would be to cell which had some rough sex starved inmates. The words on
him had some er, invitations." His father burst out laughing. When he
could, he apologized. I grinned and said, "No problem. My way of
describing things sometimes makes them funny. I wouldn't have allowed
him to be, er, poked, but being chased around the cell, terrified until
the guards discovered what was happening and rescued him, could help
teach him a lesson. We don't punish. We can only stop, prevent
recurrence, and educate. But sometimes that can be worse than what the
legal system would use for punishment." He said "Can you describe one
of those?" I said "Yes, but please believe me when I say that when you
know, you would wish you had not asked that. How about a crime only an
Adept can detect and correct? Some Adepts turn to the Dark, and use the
energy of other people to increase their abilities. Some even do it
just to be cruel. The victim feels tired and sick, and could die. All
Adepts of the Light are charged to stop those people, because nobody
else can. When we find one, we take away their powers, permanently. For
some, that is a fate worse than death. I know this very well, because
in my last incarnation, I suffered a brain injury in escaping from the
Van after they had captured me when I was 15, and lost my adept powers,
and half my intelligence. I was still a super genius, but like I was
blind and deaf, and helpless. I went from being the most powerful, to
the least. I did recover in time, but not until two years before my
death, when I was old and infirm. I almost killed myself many times. I
didn't, because of love."
They were all amazed again. Then his father said, "Lost half your
intelligence, and still a super genius?" I said "Correct. I was er,
unusual." He said "Wow!" Srinoy radiated brotherly pride. He said "What
is it now?" I said "Among us, it is very impolite to ask another about
what special ability or intelligence might make him different from
others. We do everything we can to eliminate possible causes of
negative feelings, because we would all feel them as our own. There is
something else. In our kind of Adepts, intelligence is variable, and
can even be multiplied for short periods of time, even in many parallel
processes. We don't have any regular way to test and measure that. All
we can do is look into a person's brain and mind, and estimate what we
find, at that moment. I have not allowed anybody to do that to me. An
older boy tried to do that to me without permission, which is an almost
unforgivable er, very bad thing, when I was twelve. He got quite a
surprise when I blocked it." Srinoy said "Wow!" He said to his parents,
"We call that an inventory, and nobody else can block that." I poked
him and said, "And how many have tried, or even wanted to?" He said "I
apologize. I made a mistake. Nobody I know of wanted to block that." I
grinned and hugged him, and said, "You were too used to thinking of me
as being the best in everything. Careful of patterned thinking. It can
trip you up like a big cosmic foot." He said "Right. Thank you." He
said to his parents, "They say Stephen uses everything to teach with. I
have to say, I do believe it."
His father said, "Even in his sleep?" I groaned and said, "Not
again!" Srinoy said, "All regular people ask that, and all who know
him, know that he does. If you haven't felt it yet, you will. He even
broadcasts it in his sleep. Love. All who sleep with him, and that is
practically all of us, learn about love from him. How to give it and
receive it. In fact, they all envy me, that I have him as a brother,
and can learn from him every second I am with him. If you want to know
how he loves, there is this. He could be with the girl he is going to
marry, now. Or a thousand other girls and women who are in love with
him, and some boys too. I mean REALLY in love with him. He could be
doing the art he loves. But he is here because he wants to make you
happy for me, that I'm doing so well, and am having a really great
time. He does this because he loves. He loves everybody. We all like
that. We love that. We want to be like that. Like him. But a little
darker." I laughed a lot. I poked him, and he giggled, and hugged me. I
said to them, "I use that technique a lot; putting a funny twist on the
end of something serious and heavy, to make it nicer." They nodded. I
said to Srinoy, "Did you know about my skin preferences?" He grinned
and said, "Cress told me." I said to his parents, "This is the lightest
I've ever been. I don't tan, just burn. I'm very annoyed by that, and
wish I were at least as dark as you, but preferably darker. We don't
always get to have everything I want. I'm here like I am, because Chad
pleaded with me."
His father said, "Who is Chad, and can you explain the rest?" I said
"Yes, but it's a little strange." They laughed. I said "In my last
life, when I was just developing my psionic abilities, I met Chad in
summer camp. I was 11. He was 10. He fell in love with me. He's
bisexual, not that he knew it then. He became my best friend, and my
first student in psionics. We married our wives in the same ceremony.
Our two families lived together. My son married his daughter. When I
was old and ready to go onto the next life, Chad came to me in tears.
One of our great grandchildren was dying. His mother was dead, and his
father had abandoned him. We took over his care, and he improved a
little. Then his spirit left his body, which then had only hours to
live. Chad knew I was looking for a sign to help me make my death
decision, and pleaded with me to reincarnate into the boy, and heal him
from the inside, which was the only way I could do something that
extensive. It also worked with a prophesy we had. So, we set up the
procedure, and I programmed my mind to do what needed to be done. We
expected it to take years. I laid down next to the 2 year old boy, and
died, willing my spirit into his body. I woke up 8 years later, with
absolutely no memory, just as was supposed to happen, in a Buddhist
Temple, run by another childhood friend, Tomba, who tutored me very
well, so I could start in our special school in the Fall. I didn't know
anything about my former life. When I was 12, my memory came back to
me, which included a lot more memories of my past lives, too. I had
been Stephen Holmes. Now I am Stephen Chad Holmes, and I look almost
exactly as Chad looked at this age. Oh, and parts of this are secret
from some the rest of us, Srinoy, so please don't spread it around." He
looked at me in awed surprise, and said, "I won't!"
His mother said, "Who would believe him?" I said with a grin, "All
who know him. We don't lie." She said "Oh, I forgot." I paid for the
meal. They objected. I said "In many cultures, it is customary for the
one who is of highest status at the table to pay. If you don't want to
agree with that, here is a another reason. I hardly ever get to spend
any money, and I have much more than I will ever need. It pleases me to
spend it on people I love. Please let me have that." They couldn't
refuse that. His father said "You argue well." I wiggled my eyebrows at
him, and he laughed.
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