Xref: news.nzbot.com alt.fan.prettyboy:18643
Path: news.nzbot.com!spool1.sonic-news.com!pull-news.sonic-news.com!news.glorb.com!newsfeed1.swip.net!news.astraweb.com!border6.a.newsrouter.astraweb.com!not-for-mail
Subject: +*+*+*+ Stephen's Secure Blog #191 "Angrala's School" +*+*+*+
Date: Wed, 26 Jun 2013 18:09:22 -0400
From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
Newsgroups: alt.fan.prettyboy
Reply-To: +Grant.
Organization: .
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1
Content-transfer-encoding: 8bit
X-No-Archive: yes
Lines: 222
Message-ID: <51cb6693$0$24638$c3e8da3$26f9d57d@news.astraweb.com>
NNTP-Posting-Host: a0db5771.news.astraweb.com
X-Trace: DXC=nO[kb5^Td_kK;GKPh8BJfdL?0kYOcDh@jF1a2?4mSBXiII8EEF=VVZo]JePKYMDORi5SMQMUGl_De4D1hD:_CPfc3Wi]kFZJ`5b_0_4R:ARmBe
Stephen's Secure Blog #191
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 #191 "Angrala's School"
START Page
I called Angrala, and got her answering system. I scanned the planet
and found her, and saw that she was alone and not doing much. I
contacted her and asked to visit, and she said I could, so I ported to
her office. She stood up and we hugged with love. We sat, and I asked
her how things were going. She said "We managed to get some of the
students from the list you gave me. They are doing well, academically,
with the study crystals and wrist computers. Two of them are ready for
the first crystal, but it won't accept them." I said gently, "Why
didn't you call us about it?" She said in dejection, "I suppose I
didn't want to be told we aren't good enough." I said "Your species is.
Two of your children we rescued have gone past the first crystal. Let
me check if there is a flaw in the one you have. There isn't. Which
students?" She told me, and I checked them. I said "Have they been
having regular contact with their parents?" She looked up with some
hope, "Yes, and you think that's the problem?" I said "Possibly. One is
expecting a call soon. We'll listen in, then."
I said "What about facilities?" She said "The government is
providing. Grace gets everything else we need. Your food machines are
really appreciated." We talked about other things for a while, and then
listened in on the call the student took. Angrala cried. I was angry.
At the parents. I said to her, "Call them and ask for us to see them
now." She did, and they said we could. I ported us to their living
room. They were very surprised. Then the father said, "You don't look
like Stephen." I said "I agree. I'm still not used to the change. At
least I don't burn in the sun as much as I used to. It happened when I
was giving my whole planet my love. I drew too much power to me, and
this is what happened. But my voice changed a few days before that,
when I was singing, and slightly damaged my vocal chords. They healed,
but I sound like somebody else now. Rose, my future wife, is NOT
complaining, though." They smiled.
I said "What do you think the purpose of our school is?" He said "To
teach people to be like you." I said "Not only is that not true, it's
impossible. We are all unique individuals. Perhaps you mean, learn to
develop all his potential, which can include some of the special
abilities I have?" He said "Yes, I meant that." I took out a thick
string, and tied a knot in the middle of that, and held it stretched
out in front of me. I said "Please imagine the smooth flowing of
thoughts along the string. See the knot? That represents a fault in the
process which prevents clear thinking. Those are caused by negative
emotions over time, lying, and prejudice. A very important part of our
training is to remove those knots, and prevent them from forming, so
our minds can be clear and in control. If we didn't have that, what we
would try to do with our special abilities would likely kill us, and
others around us. To be who we are, we need to be without those bad
things in ourselves. I am not able to lie. I was raised that way. If I
did lie, my abilities would become unreliable, because of that knot in
my mind, and when I teleport, it could be into airless space. But I
can't lie. It's just not in me to do that." I looked at Angrala.
She said what we had prepared, "My associates and I had a little of
this mind training before we met Stephen and his people. But, we were
stuck at a level they would call very basic. We had too many knots in
our minds. Bad feelings and prejudices, and wrong ideas on what was
important. He showed us how to improve, and over time I did, with a lot
of help. I'll never be as skilled as he is, because I started too late
in life, but I am much better than I was before."
I said "All that is true. She has improved a lot, because her
experiences with the Confed had opened her mind to more possibilities,
and had weakened her prejudices, but some faults will always remain,
because they are too firmly attached to her mind to be removed. The
others have had a more difficult time of it, but they are slowly
improving. Our training technology has a safety feature built into it.
It won't work with people who have too many knots, faults, in their
minds. When your son was accepted, were you told that no interference
with the student was allowed, and if it happened, the student could be
expelled?" The mother looked afraid, and put her hand to her mouth. I
said "There is a reason for that, which we just explained. Your son has
too many faults in his mind for the training to be accepted, and YOU
put them there! He was examined before selection, and didn't have them
then, which was why he was selected, which is why we look for children
to train. We know not to do anything which will case them. That leaves
you, and your frequent contact with him. What have you done to him to
cause this? Your son has hate in him now, and deceit, where there was
none before. Hate and deceit are incompatible with advancement in our
mental training. Why is your need to hate so strong, that you would
want to harm your own child with it, perhaps for the rest of his life?"
His mother cried, and his father tried to be angry, but his guilt
didn't support that very well.
I said "There are always consequences for bad actions. What will your
son think of you, for crippling him forever?" Then the father cried. I
said "The damage you caused, you might be able to repair. If it's
possible, only you can do it. Do you want to try, or is your hate too
important to you?" He said "Can you help us?" I said "WE, you and we,
can try. Tell us what you said to him that caused him to change." It
was very hard for them, but they did. It was prejudice against aliens,
and they pressured him to learn ways to kill them. I said "We do not
kill. Tell me, would you ever trust somebody as powerful as me, who can
destroy entire solar systems with a thought, who COULD kill?" That
really woke them up. He said "Is that true?" I said "I can't lie, and
I'm always willing to prove that with a detector. We can wait for you
to get one, if you need to. The Confed Assembly didn't want to.
Cowards." He tried to smile. He said "That bad?" I said "Don't buy a
used vehicle from them." He almost laughed. I said "I recently found a
star empire which is ruled by Adepts at the level Angrala was before we
met. They use terror and murder, and they enslave other species, just
as they were enslaved by the race which took them from my planet about
25,000 years ago. Do you know what they do when they find a child with
such a high potential your son has, who might grow up to be a threat to
them? They kill them, and their parents. THEY KILL CHILDREN!" I cried,
and Angrala comforted me, with some of her own tears. She said to them,
"He IS a teacher." They nodded.
When I could, I said, "Rose's job now is rescuing those children, and
taking them to one of our schools. I removed all the special abilities
from the telepaths who were hunting them. We are training students from
the people they enslaved. In about ten years, they will change their
empire for the better, peacefully. Oh, by the way, to those adepts of
the Nagindra, YOU are the aliens, and would soon be their slaves, if we
had done nothing, as they are more technologically advanced, and
expanding their empire. We will not let them enslave any more people,
and we are working to take their power away from them in a way which
they won't know is being done, and can't blame any innocent people for
it. Your son could be doing such important work in the future, to
improve the lives of many billions. Maybe. Has it ever occurred to you
that there are a great many species in the galaxy, and that any one
species is SEVERELY outnumbered, no matter how fast they reproduce, and
if that one gets too many of the others angry, well, do you understand
how completely stupid that is?" They looked very surprised. I said
"Right. Be nice or you die, eventually. I'll tell you something else.
You know how badly I was treated when I first came here. It was all
over the news. Well, it was actually much worse, and many times they
would have started a war with the GC if I hadn't stopped it. After
things became a little more er, civilized, I visited all the other
planets in the Confed. Without exception, those aliens treated me with
open friendship, very unlike what I received here. How could I not like
them? They have many students at our school now, and they are very
popular. None of your families would send their children to a school
which was run by an alien, and which had a lot of alien students in it.
Do you know what that means? Those other species will become more
advanced than yours, and all because of your own irrational and self
destructive hate and prejudice. Comments?"
The father said, "If our son had succeeded in learning the skills you
have, and had kept his hate and desire to kill aliens, would you have
done something about that?" I said "You know we would. That is one of
our duties, being of The Light. We would take away any anybody's
special abilities, who would abuse them. If such a person would try to
fight that, his brain could be severely damaged, which would reflect on
the one who caused it. We MUST protect the people, ALL people, from US
at all costs, and we would sacrifice our own lives to do that. The
people who don't have our abilities must NEVER have real cause to fear
us, or being so few in number, we would not survive what would happen.
Do you understand?" They looked at each other, and nodded. He said "We
do now. We realize what is best for our son is best for our world, too.
Please send him back to us, and we will try to show him how wrong we
were." I said "I have a request. I don't think I can go through this
with every parent. It hurts too much. I would like to give those who
need it, a recording of what we have done here. Will you allow that?"
He said "Would you do that anyway, if we didn't give our permission?" I
said "No. It would not be in accordance with our ethics. You are not a
public servant doing your work, so we can't violate your privacy, like
we did with what the Confed did to me." He said "It would be
embarrassing and painful for us to know that others could see us as we
were. But, yes you may show them. We want to do everything we can to
help our son, and the other children in your school, become like YOU. I
don't mean only in skills, but as the kind of person you are. THAT is
the best goal we can think of for him. I see Angrala agrees. Oh, and
you're embarrassed." Angrala said "We all think that's cute." He
grinned, and said, "And you have to put that in the recording, too." I
said "Revenge is a bad thing, too." They laughed. A crystal dropped
into my lap. I said "Oh well, Rose agrees with you. This is the
recording, and it's in there."
I said "There is one more student who has failed to be accepted for
mental training, so far. We need to get to work on that, which now will
be easier, with your help. Thank you very much. Before we go, I have
something to give you, of me." I stood and held out my arms, and he
came into them. I gave him all my love. Then his wife. I said "That is
what was holding Angrala and her associates back, and is not now. You
can't be all who you can be, until you can give all who you are in
love. We will send your son home tomorrow. Goodnight." We ported back
to the school. Rose ported to me another crystal which included the
love hugs, and it included the love in it, too. I thanked her for such
a good job, and gave it to Angrala. She said "I'm very sorry to have to
put you though all that." I said "We do what must be done. Before
coming here, I told Admiral Krack about the Nagindra, and how I took
away the adept powers of their telepaths. Would you like a copy of
that? It's a little amusing, maybe." She said "Er, sure." A crystal
appeared in my hand, and I gave it to her. She read it, and almost
choked. I said "CALL me when you need me. Don't wait a second. I'm
going now, to thank Rose for the crystals. And you know what else." She
was grinning as I ported out.
END Page
--
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Grant
|
|