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Date: Wed, 19 Jun 2013 19:29:02 -0400
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Stephen's Secure Blog #188
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 #188 "Art In Progress"
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After lunch with Srinoy's parents, and Rose and Hawk, Srinoy and I
went back to the workroom. I said "A change. I don't want people
touching the hand, so I'll just limit that to the feet, for the peace
and love feeling." He said "I agree. The other places would be too hard
to reach. We don't want people climbing on it." I said "Now we do the
carving. I tell people I use forcefields for that. It's true, but they
think of them as slicing knives. That wouldn't work. I use a field
which is like a micro plane porting field. I create a 4th condition
which ports away anything which lies along a one to ten molecule thick
plain. No sawing or slicing, and it leaves the surface perfectly
polished. I program the entire operation, so if I want it that way, we
would have the statue done in one operation, and still surrounded by
the extra stone. Then I port the completed sculpture out of the
cocoon-like remainder." He said "Wow! I had to say it. You show it's
not enough to know the basic techniques, you have to know, invent,
actually, how to apply them. Your creativity is what allows you do
this, where we wouldn't ever have thought of that." I said "Yes, and
that's why I'm encouraging more creative thinking in all our students.
Your composing is part of that." He said "Yes, and I'll DO it." I said
"And you can publish it with a pen name, so all the world will be able
to enjoy it. I've written some best selling books that way." He asked
me which ones. A few times he exclaimed, "I read that one!" We hugged
and kissed, and discussed other things.
After a while, I said, "Calculations for the cut are done. Want to
watch and see if it explodes?" He poked me. I showed him where, and he
watched. I did the cut. No visible change. He said "It didn't explode."
I said "You didn't have to sound so disappointed." He poked me, and we
laughed. We stood in front of a large clean area of the floor. I ported
a half meter thick piece of medium hard plastic there. Then I ported
the sculpture to above it, still suspended. I said "One reason to do
the work in the spaceship, is so the temperature of the work will be
the same as it is here, to prevent thermal shock when it's ported to a
different place." I lowered it to the plastic platform, and it sunk
slightly into it, as planned. I said "I wanted it to rest on a slightly
soft surface, because the bottom contact points are rounded, and I
didn't want them to be crushed." He said "I see you have to think of
everything." I said "Actually, I could have died, not thinking of the
temperature and pressure differential, the first time I brought up a
gem from deep inside the earth. It exploded. Then I immediately
contacted Rod to warn him about that, who said it had just happened to
him, and he was going to tell me about it." he said "Wow!" I said
"That's what we said." We laughed, and hugged and kissed each other.
I said "Let's check it over. Tell me if you find any imperfections,
no matter how small." We couldn't find any. He said "Great computing!"
I said "Thanks. We got the biggest yield, with no problems. Now we can
make the base, to scale. This house is on a fifty meter thick piece of
basalt, over granite bedrock, and this room doesn't have a basement, so
I'm not concerned about the floor sinking under the weight." He said in
awe, "Absolutely!" We grinned at each other. I said "I have access to
mountains of this kind of jade, so if we don't like the base, we can
make lots more." I ported it to right next to the sculpture. It had a
step all around it, and then after that, going up, it had the carvings
on the front and sides. I said the "Step platform is to keep people
back a little, so they have to reach for the foot, without getting too
close to it. Also, it's a shelf for offerings." He said "Good idea!" I
said "Notice the top surface. It has depressions which correspond to
his er, butt." He grinned and poked me. Then he said "It has a hole in
it. A toilet?" I poked him, and said, "No! It's for nut play." He
laughed. I used a 4th hand to lift the statue over the base, and
aligned it, and let down. It settled in nicely. I went around back and
tried to shove the statue around, and it didn't move. I said "Solid
fit. Now to add the feeling. You touch this foot, and I'll touch this
one. Think feelings of peace and love, very strongly, and push them out
of your hand and into the stone, restricting that to the foot. Ready?"
He nodded, and we did it. Then I checked his, and it was perfect, and
he checked mine, and said the same. We hugged and kissed. Then I said,
"Can you reach them? He said "If I sit on his lap." I nodded, and he
did, and reached down to touch one testicle. I touched the other, and
we pushed our feelings of nut licking into them. I said "After we test
them, we'll have to take a little break. Ha! Rose is laughing." We
laughed with her. That's what happened, and we squirted really well.
I said "Now the robe. There, it's done. I actually stamped and molded
it, with 4th tools. Now I'm burnishing it. You don't need abrasives for
platinum. The metal is so dense and ductile, it doesn't abrade, but
flows." He said "I'm watching it with close object sense. I can can see
the atoms and molecules move, like a sea of flowing ball bearings." I
said "There is beauty in everything, if we have the right attitude to
appreciate it." We hugged with love, while we watched together. Then I
ported it to above the statue, and draped it around it with 4th tools
like it was cloth. I said "Now we do some real work. We rub the metal
all over with these cloths, until it glows." We did it, with our minds,
and with our hands, for hours, until just before supper. We were tired
and sweaty. I cleaned us up. We looked at it, in the simulated light of
day as it would be in the room in the Temple, and loved it. I said "WE
did it." He said "We did, and I love it. They will, too." I said "Well,
they'd better!" He laughed.
I said "Why don't you stand on the shelf, and see if you can reach
under the robe in front." He said "There is space, but I can't quite
reach them." I said "Good. Adults only. If they want to get the
surprise of their lives." He laughed. I said "Should we tell them?" He
thought for a moment, and said, "Oh, I don't know!" I said "We will
include a plug blocking it from the front, so after we tell Panchang,
he can decide whether or not to permit access." He said "Yes. Pass the
buck. Good idea." I laughed. I said "There is one more thing, but I'm
not sure I should do it. I can add a glow, just a little, so it can be
seen at night in the dark. What do you think?" He said "It would be
beautiful!" I said "I already know that. But would it make it seem too
mystical, and attract the wrong kind of attention?" He said "Right.
Don't. Somebody might say something about radioactivity, and we'll all
be in trouble." I said "Right. I didn't think of that. I was so wrapped
up in the art of it. You have been an indispensable help!" He swarmed
all over me in love and thanks.
Rose said in the air, "Supper time!" I said "Ha! Saved by the thorny
flower!" She laughed. We went to eat. Srinoy's mother said, "How is the
sculpting going?" I said "Finished. There is something you should know.
It is much better now, than if I had done it alone. Your son's help was
invaluable!" They were VERY proud, especially after Rose said, "I was
watching. It's true. He did contribute a lot, and significantly
important things. They are a great team. I love that!" Hawk said, "I
have to agree. They work together well. Might have gone a little
faster, if they had done a little less hugging and kissing." Rose poked
him, and we all laughed. The father said "May we see it?" I said "Of
course, but I recommend you wait until it's in its real home, tomorrow,
where it was designed to be, to have the full effect. First impressions
are significant." He said "You know best. I agree." I said "I just
thought of something. Actually, properly said, I noticed I didn't think
of something. The ceremony. It should be covered while they are
entering the room, and then unveiled." They all agreed. I said "To the
market!" We ported to their house in Bangkok, and took a taxi to the
market. We bought a lot of very pretty raw silk. Then we took a taxi
back home real fast, and spent the rest of the evening sewing it all
into one big covering. When we were done, I said, "They could use this
as a dust cover when they need to clean or do some repair work to the
room." She said "Good idea."
I said "I have a request. Until we give the statue away, I feel a
strong connection to it. I would like to sleep near it tonight. I think
Srinoy might like to, also." He nodded strongly, and said, "Seeing that
wonderful Buddha we made, as the last vision before sleep, well, I
can't say how that will feel." His parents said "Wow!" We nodded. His
father said, "That would indeed be a wonderful experience. Please do
it, with our love." Soon after that, Srinoy and I, with Rose and Hawk,
ported back to my house. We ported some of the Van beds to the work
room, and made ready for bed. I asked Srinoy in contact, for the last
night I would be with him, because the week was up and his father had
to go back to work, if he would like Rose and Hawk to join us in
sexplay and sleep. He was enthusiastic with his yes. Before we started,
I said "I know it's only a statue we made, but I feel what we will be
doing is dedicated to him in love, and that he will know it, and enjoy
our gift to him, wherever he is." Srinoy said "Yes. I agree." Rose and
Hawk did, too. We had a really great time under the loving and slightly
amused gaze of the statue of The Buddha, and I think of him in
actuality, in whatever reality he is in. I hope he enjoyed it at least
as much as we did.
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