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Date: Fri, 17 May 2013 18:31:23 -0400
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Stephen's Secure Blog #175
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 #175 "House Visits"
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I said "Would you like to visit the first house I built?" They said
yes, so I ported us to the house on Zichesshich. I said "We are on the
planet Zichesshich now, which hosts the Galactic Council. My student
Zander runs our school for other species here. This is what he looks
like." I projected an image of him. I said "He's actually a very nice
person, like most of his people are. They take pride in their self
described beautiful teeth. I make fun of that a lot, and he laughs very
easily, even though to us he sounds like a boiling over teapot." They
chuckled. I said "He's also my agent for selling my art, which pays for
his school. All the art in this house is mine." We went on the tour.
They were really amazed. I said "I copied the design of this house from
another I had been in, so it wouldn't draw too much attention for being
out of place, and modified it to my needs. I put in the basement a
little while later." They were really impressed by the kitchen. The
mother said "All this, just for one person?" I said "Actually, it's for
a lot of people. The school here uses it, or used to before I built the
city, and I use it for meetings with the museum and government people,
and as a temporary way station when I rescue a child, before taking
them to the school. I also used it for making some kinds of art which
are not compatible with my bedroom at home. This large kitchen is for
the caterers to use. If I eat here, I use the nutrition creator. It can
make anything it's programed for, from the basic elements. Nothing
living is used, but it is exactly replicated down to the atomic level."
They said "Wow!" I said "I had to invent that, or we couldn't have a
multi-species school here. All the different food requirements would be
impossible to satisfy, at any reasonable cost. Who could afford a chef
for each student? Most of my inventions come from a need to do
something. Although some suspect that my own food preferences might
have had something to do with this one." They laughed, and hugged me.
Then we went in the bedrooms, and they loved the mosaic in the
bathroom. I said "That was my first mosaic in this life. This blue
light is part of a cleaning system. You walk through it, and you are
instantly clean and dry, and so are your clothes. It's programmed for
all the species I know, and it can be set to do hair styling and
shaving, too. Any adept can program it for his or herself, and it
remembers each person. If you want to try it now, and if you have
makeup you would like to keep on, tell it that before you do it." They
went through the light, and jumped. Srinoy laughed. I said "It even
cleans teeth, which Zander really appreciates." They laughed. The
mother said, "The tickle?" I said "I wanted something to show it was
working, and to help wake people up in the morning. Do you think I
should remove that?" She smiled and said, "No, please leave it in." I
said with a big grin, "That's what EVERYBODY says." They laughed. I
said "A female Ambassador, who looks like this, asked me if I could
make it do a lot more of that kind of thing. Well, she was lonely,
after I rejected her advances, not that I wanted to, believe me! Their
soft fur on my naked skin is FANTASTIC! For all humans, actually. Oh
yes, that species is sexually compatible with ours, and we all want to
reaffirm that as much as we can." They really laughed.
I said "I told her I wouldn't make anything which could reduce or
replace what people can and should do to grow closer and express love.
Her face had an interesting mix of feelings on it, of disappointment,
lust and respect." They laughed. The father said, "Why did you reject
her?" I said "She tried to seduce me to influence me for political
reasons. It really frustrated her when she discovered if she had showed
she wanted me for me, even a little bit, and not for that, it would
have happened instantly. The sad thing was, she actually did feel that
way. She wanted me a lot, but acted for the wrong reasons, and so lost
me." He said "Weren't you frustrated?" I said "No. She isn't the only
member of her species, and I care much more about helping people to
become better people, than having indiscriminate sex. And she would
have wanted to go all the way. I would not. I had decided that in this
life, Rose would be my first, and when that should be, would be her
decision." They looked at me with a lot of respect and love, and hugged
and kissed me, which I didn't object to in the least.
We went to the basement, and they were impressed by the gym, and
astounded by the pool room. The mother said "This is simply beautiful!"
I said "Thank you." Srinoy said, "I think it's the best pool room,
ever." He hugged and kissed me. Then we went to my galleries, and they
were even more impressed. And impossibly more so, when I told them what
some of the materials were. Then we went back to the living room, and I
said, "Well, er, did I pass?" She looked at me very seriously, and
said, "I expected a very manly decor. I had forgotten you are a superb
artist. All this shows your art well, because your house IS art. I love
it!" I had some tears when I hugged her. I said "Outside is just hot
sand. On another planet, I built the same house, but in a forest, so I
added some sports areas. I decided to do it on a bigger scale at the
city. Now we will go back there and see it." We ported to right in
front of my house. I said "There are about a thousand Guardians in our
explored area of this galaxy. I built the city with them in mind, and
we have meetings in the big Guardian hall. Because of all that, I
thought my house here should be larger and more grand, fit for the
Master Guardian to host parties in. So, I did it." The father said,
I grinned and said, "If you have any suggestions to make it better,
please share them. I made this specifically to impress. The more the
better. Some of those Guardians are a little too full of themselves."
He laughed, and clapped me on the back. We went inside. The grand
entrance, the gigantic receiving hall, the enormous ball room, and all
the other rooms were decorated with regal sculptures and ornate
fixtures, and my paintings, naturally. My galleries had even more of my
art. The kitchen was just as impressive, as was the dining room. The
bedrooms were beautiful. Then we went to the music and performance
room.
Srinoy was immediately drawn to the grand piano. I nodded at it, and
he sat down and played some Liszt. We applauded, because he was
terrific. His mother said, "Do you play?" I said "I'm learning, yes.
Most instruments. How about the violin?" She said "Please." I picked it
up, and checked to see if it was in tune, and then played part of the
Carman Fantasy. I was lost in the music. When I was done and looked
around, I saw all their mouthes open in astonishment. I said "Did I
through her tears, "No! Not badly! Magnificent!" Srinoy came to me and
gave me a big hug, and said, "The best EVER!" I said "Oh. Well, er,
thank you." The father said, "How long?" I said, with a lot of
embarrassment, "Ah, er, a few weeks." I said to Srinoy, "Maybe we
should go over there and close their mouths for them, before something
starts building nests in them." He laughed almost hysterically. His
parents had to laugh, too. I said to them, "It's not as strange as you
might think. I've inherited extra special hearing, which runs in my
family. I have total recall, which means I don't forget anything I've
seen or heard. Our physical training gives us extremely good
coordination and dexterity. Our mental training gives us super
concentration. And I'm an artist. All that combined, makes me something
of a musician when I want to be. So you see, how I play isn't something
special."
His mother grabbed my shoulders and dragged me to the chairs and made
us sit facing each other. She said very strongly, "Stephen! Why do you
teach people the psionic techniques you have developed?" I said "So
they won't be lost to them when I pass over." She said "I thought so. I
want you to think of your music the same way, and your art, too." I
said "But I can't perform in public, or make and sell any of it on
Earth. I can't be known and have publicity. It would be very bad for
all of us if I did." She said "I understand and accept that, but are
you going to live forever?" I said "No. I see your point. That good?"
She said "YES!" I rubbed my ear, and said, "Alright! You aren't the
first to yell, I mean, tell me something like that, when Rose and her
family discovered I could sing." A crystal fell into my lap, and I
laughed really hard. When I could, I said, "We record memories in
crystals. Hawk recorded me testing my voice when I was twelve. Rose
just dropped that recording in my lap." Srinoy laughed loudly, and his
parents grinned. I gave it to Srinoy first. He had tears when he was
listening to it. Then he gave it to his parents and explained how to
read it. She said "Saying you can sing, is like saying your magnificent
city is an anthill." I said "But ants can't sing." She almost hit me. I
ducked and laughed, and so did she. I said "In all my previous lives, I
couldn't sing worth anything, so that came as a surprise to me when
they convinced me to try, and that really pleased Chad when I sang with
him later. That was the only thing my best friend didn't like about me,
because he is a very good singer and all round musician. Anyway, I
shouldn't sing seriously until my voice finishes changing. I don't want
to abuse it." She said "Yes, I can agree with that." I said "I can
record solo instrumental pieces, but things requiring accompaniment
will be a little awkward. Which big orchestra would want to keep it all
a secret for fifteen years?"
Then I thought, "Oops!" They did catch it. He was about to say
something, and I shook my head slightly. She said "Then do it in
fourteen years." I said "If I am able, I just might do that. When I get
time, I'll ask Chad about it. Oh. Well, Rose beat me to it. I do NOT
have any privacy!" Srinoy hugged me and said, "Don't act like you're
complaining. You could stop that with a word." I poked him, and said,
"And no respect, either." He laughed. I took them through the rest of
the house, my galleries last. They were amazed. She stopped at THE
painting, which was still drying on its easel. She said "And who are
these?" I said "I have an unusual talent." They laughed. I said "Oh.
Well, I mean REALLY unusual. Sometimes when I'm in the mood, I can
paint the past, even the past of other people, things I've never seen
before. Er, museums like me a little for that." I dodged Srinoy's poke.
I said "This painting is my first of the future." She knew right away
who they were, and said, "Fine people. They will make you proud." They
all hugged me.
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