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Subject: +*+*+*+ Stephen's Secure Blog #201 "Naadam Festival Setup" +*+*+*+
Date: Fri, 19 Jul 2013 19:00:51 -0400
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Stephen's Secure Blog #201
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 #201 "Naadam Festival Setup"
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The Naadam Festival manager called to tell us he was amazed by our
performances in the videos, and started laughing, trying to say, "Feed
him one board at a time." I said "Well, that did seem to be a little
excessive. I think part of one board might have been enough." He
laughed some more. I said "So now you know we are strong and can handle
animals. If you need volunteers to help set up the festival, we are
available." He said "We do need help, but are you sure you want to?" I
said "We know how to work. For us, that's much better than not working.
Why let life pass by one, when one can be IN it, helping to make it
happen?" He said very seriously, "A philosophy I admire. If you come,
there will be work. One of our people who sets up the tents is injured
from a fall off a horse, and can't work. I suspect you know how to do
that." I said "If they are like what I lived in before, I do know. We
will come right over, as soon as we stop wasting time in talking." He
laughed and hung up.
On the way there, Srinoy said, "Great opportunity to get everybody to
like us, so they won't resent you after your show." I said "I'm glad
you saw that. There should be many opportunities where we can help with
a smile. For you, it might be a little difficult for them to adjust to
your age and size. I can't act as your protector every minute." He said
"I know. That just makes it more interesting." I laughed and hugged
him. I said "As always on a mission, we will be monitored. Rose and
Hawk will be recording everything, just like they have been doing. Does
that bother you?" He said "I thought it would, but it doesn't bother
you, and I think I know why. Love. It makes me feel extra loved. I
don't need protection, and I don't have any secrets to cover up. None
of us do. So I like the feeling of being monitored. It's a family
feeling. Oh! Rose just gave me a virtual kiss." I said "Let's slow down
a little, so something else will go down before we get there." He
giggled.
We met with the manager, and he assigned us jobs. We started in the
stables, repairing them from the last year's festival, and then
bringing in feed. There were some widened eyes when the other workers
saw some of the dogs helping me by bringing me tools when I needed
them. More eye popping when they saw how strong I was, and real
astonishment when they noticed that of Srinoy. Then I was asked to help
with the traditional tents. I left Srinoy, but kept a watch on him,
mostly so I could discuss things with him later. Some of the workers
knew something about the tents, but most were completely helpless. With
me directing them, we set them up really fast, and with only a few
minor repair issues, which I fixed myself, teaching them how it was
done long ago. They were amazed.
Srinoy was having some problems with the other workers in the
stables, after I wasn't there to act as a possible protector, but he
was handling it well, and soon they were treating him like one of their
own, but sometimes joking with him about being short. He laughed with
them. We stopped at sunset, and the workers went home, and Srinoy and I
met with the manager. He said "You both did VERY well. I almost
couldn't believe it, but they accepted you foreigners like you were
born here." I said "Knowing the language helped." Srinoy said, "So did
smiling a lot. Even at the bad jokes." The manager laughed. I said "We
liked helping, and we like the people. In fact, since we've been here,
we haven't met anybody we didn't like. Yes, we liked the ranch manager,
too. Even though that took a little bit of work." He laughed again.
Then he said, "My people are going to have a surprise when we bring the
horses in, and they see you." Srinoy said, trying to look serious,
"That should be interesting." Then he couldn't keep from giggling.
He was right, naturally. The next morning, the ranch manager brought
some of the horses in, in a trailer. He was surprised to see us there,
but glad, and smiled really big, when we waved to him. Everybody was
amazed at how well the horses behaved. The ranch manager couldn't stop
grinning. The festival manager came out to watch, and grinned, too, as
each horse came out of the trailer and bowed to me. I asked it to go
where I pointed, and it did. They all did, with no fuss, unlike most
times after such a trip. Srinoy was in the stable, putting them in
their stalls. They liked him, and all the men knew it. By then the
workers suspected we were something special, and were a little in awe
of us.
Then they knew. One of the workers somehow nailed his hand to a post,
and was making a lot of noise about it. I went to him, but the crowd
around him wouldn't let me through. I said in my command voice, "Step
back so he can receive medical attention." They did, automatically, and
were surprised it was me who said it. They started to come back, and
Srinoy held them off with some more muscle then they expected. I said
to the nailed man, "I'm going to stop the pain." I did that, and he
stopped screaming. I said "Now close your eyes." He didn't. I put him
to sleep, and kept him in place with 4th tools. With more 4th tools, I
removed the nail, making it look like I did it with my fingers. Then I
examined the wound. Nothing major was damaged, but a tendon sheath was
cut. I repaired it with healing energy, and then healed the wound,
making sure there were no microorganisms in it. I gave him an invisible
tetanus shot, just as a precaution. I let him wake up, and said to him,
"Your hand is fixed now. Here's the nail. I suggest you don't put it in
your hand again, because, well, it hurts." He was amazed and didn't
believe me. Then he looked at his hand, and shouted, "It's healed!" He
kept saying that, and jumping around and showing it to everybody. I
went over to him and grabbed his shoulders and said, "Alright, we all
know it's healed now. The horses don't care about that, so we have some
shit to shovel. Want to help me?" He looked like he didn't understand
me, so I dragged him to the back end of a horse, with two shovels. I
shoved one in his hands, and started shoveling shit with mine. He got
the message after a while, and joined me at the work.
During the lunch break, which was mostly flatbread with some veggies
and yogurt, the workers were stealing glances at me. I ask one of them,
"Ah, er, is something on my face?" Before he could say anything, Srinoy
said "Your nose!" I said "Yes, and I'm glad. While your nose is just
fine, it would look out of place on my face." He said "True, but your
ears already do." I said "In that case, maybe I should try one of
yours." I reached for the one closest to me, and he blocked me. I said
"Well, maybe the other one." I reached for that, and he blocked me
again. Then I tickled him, and with that distraction, I did manage to
get near an ear, before he blocked me. I said "Seems to be more trouble
than it's worth. I guess I'll just have to keep mine." I looked away.
Then I flashed my hand to his ear, and actually touched it, before he
blocked my arm away. I said "Ha! I almost got it." He said "Be glad you
didn't. You would look even funnier with three ears on your head." They
laughed. I said "Oh. Right. I should have thought of that." They
motioned to the others to support him, and they all said, "Yes!" I said
"Is it my ears?" That confused them, and I couldn't help laughing,
which Srinoy and the others joined.
Back at work, I occasionally touched an ear, looking thoughtful, and
those who noticed, grinned, and I grinned back at them. Then the second
batch of horses arrived, and the same thing happened with them, except
with Grey, who was very glad to see Srinoy and me, and showed it. I
told him, so all could hear, "Grey! It's great to see you again!"
Srinoy said the same, and we stroked him. We led him to the stable, and
made sure he was comfortable. The other workers nodded, assuming all
the horse's strange behavior was because they knew me already.
At sundown, while we were getting ready to leave for the day, I said
to Srinoy so all could hear, "You sure is isn't my nose?" We all
laughed and hugged each other, as good friends. In the manager's
office, we discussed the day. He said "Can you heal other things?" I
said "I never know what I can heal, except when I try. Some things I
can't, like injuries to the brain, and some diseases. Mostly just
simple injuries, and that, usually very soon after they happen. Don't
you go getting injured just so you can test that!" He laughed, and said
he wouldn't. Then I gave him the list of things we would demonstrate.
The act. He said "Wow! Srinoy, too." I said, "Well, we have the
clothing for him, so we might as well use it. Unless you want him to go
out there naked." He laughed. Srinoy said, "I wouldn't mind, unless
somebody tried to get milk out of me." The manager really laughed.
instrument, and said, "Before we start, place this near the microphone
so I can announce to the audience what I will be doing, and some
explanations. Don't worry, I won't tell them what we used to put in our
hair." He said "And what was that?" I told him, and he and Srinoy
practically laughed their heads off. I said "Hey! It worked. Women can
smell that stuff much better than men can. They noticed, and knew we
noticed them noticing us, and we did have a lot of fun making more with
their help." They laughed a lot more. I said "It's not funny. It's just
how things were." The manager said, "I understand. Different cultures
think different things are normal." I said "When you don't have much,
you use whatever you have." He said, "But that, I never heard of." I
said "Who's going to admit it to an outsider?" Srinoy said, "And which
historian would dare to put it in a book?" I said "Me." They both
stared at me.
I said "It's not published yet. I'm waiting to show it to the museum
director before I do that." The manager said, "That will be
interesting." I said "I hope nobody expects me to demonstrate it." They
laughed again.
Back at the hotel, Srinoy said, "Great idea using your face." I said
"Well, I talk better that way." He giggled and poked me. I said "You
played along very well. We had to do something to look like regular
people to them. All I have to do now to remind them we are real people,
after we do something special, is touch my nose or ears. Conveniently,
I usually have them with me." He giggled, and then said with a kiss, "I
like them just fine." I said "Let's go join Rose and Hawk and make some
hair tonic." We did just that, but it squirted on lot of places, and
not just in our hair.
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