Stephen's Secure Blog #207
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 #207 "Leaving Mongolia"
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We went to the festival manager's office. He was in. I said "Our
teaching is done. We have taught them all we can in the time we have
available. All they need now is practice to perfect what they have
learned." Srinoy said, "Already, they are three times better than they
were in the festival." I nodded. The managed said "Wow! I didn't know
that could be possible. Master Teacher in truth!" I bowed, and said,
"They know something of that now." Srinoy said, "It should help them
remember the lessons better." I said "I gave some of them some of my
bows. They will keep them. All the rest of my things I'm leaving,
please give them to the museum. When it's not raining." He said "Thank
you, I will." I said "We are going to see the director of the museum
next. We will be available directly, at our hotel room for one more
day, and I will be available by message transfer for two months after
that." He said "Will you be here next year? I want you to. Please." I
said "I don't have plans to, but if it furthers one of my primary
goals, I might. I have yet to decide if I should avoid becoming famous,
like I have always preferred, or actually seek out fame, which I would
really dislike, to use it to help me with my task. The problem is, I
don't know if that will help or harm it."
He said with interest, "What is that task?" I said "I just don't know
how the Chinese government would react in which way to my possible
fame, when I work to free Tibet." He said "I think I understand. That
is an enormous task!" I said "It was not of my choosing, because I
didn't think it was possible. It has been chosen for me, so I must
succeed." He said "Oh!" I said "All the major Buddhist Temples in the
world have been notified of that. Most already knew of me. Mongolia was
my start. I leave here going south, visiting Temples through China, and
then into Tibet. Then into northern India. Next year I will talk to the
Chinese government, and maybe do something a little stronger." He said
very seriously, "I would not want to be them, if they refuse you."
Srinoy said, "Yes. I don't want to tell you what he might do to them,
but imagine them feeling all the hurt they caused all those people, all
the time, even in dreams. They would kill themselves." I said "We made
that mistake the last time. In the future, we should deny them that."
Through his tears, he said, "I really hope you don't have to do that."
I said "I agree." I said to the manager, "I am love, but sometimes love
must be stern, to create more love from hate." He was too shocked to
speak, but nodded. We said our farewells.
The museum director was happy to see us. I told him about the
equipment I had left. I gave him some memory cards and said, "These
contain recordings of our performance, and of our teaching after it.
These contain direct transfers from my memory, of my life as a Mongol.
This contains my book I plan to publish. There is a big crate outside
which has things of interest for you. Would you like us to bring the
things in for you?" Srinoy said, "Yes he does!" I poked him, and he
giggled. The director said, "Yes, please!" So we did. One thing was a
copy of the painting Sharon had on her previously naked wall behind her
desk, and other paintings. And a copy in bronze, of the Mongol
sculpture the RedClouds have, and a lot more bronze sculptures, and
some in colored dental clay, too. Then there were weapons and armor,
and cooking utensils, and other everyday Mongol items of the period.
Everything was labeled and discussed on paper. Last was a list of what
was already in the museum, all discussed and cataloged correctly. He
was overwhelmed by it all. I know because he said so. I said with a
Srinoy said. "Right. Too much. He gave you enough to keep you busy for
years. You are not allowed to die before you finish that." He looked
strange at that, and had to laugh at Srinoy's failed attempt to look
serious and mean.
I said "I can be reached at the hotel for another two months, even
though I won't actually be there. In an emergency after that, you can
use this." It was a little button in a larger button. I said "Push that
button and say my name, and it will connect to me wherever I am,
directly. Push it again to turn it off. It calls a computer in a
communication center, which will transfer you. If you don't tell it who
to connect to, the person who is on monitor duty will speak to you to
help you." He said with a grin, "Anywhere in the universe?" I poked
Srinoy before he could say anything, and he laughed. I said "I don't
know, because it hasn't been tested that extensively. There would be
relativistic time dilation effects to contend with, with relative
position velocities over a significant percentage of the speed of
light." He made a silent wow. I cupped my ear, and he almost laughed. I
this. It will work if I am on any planet or moon I've already been on,
and on any space ship which has been built by people of Earth in the
last 70 years." I looked at Srinoy, and he said, "Right. That should
cover it." The director had some interesting emotions coming from him.
sentences."
He gulped, and said, "Have you been to other planets?" I said "Would
you really believe me if I said I had, and didn't offer proof?" He
thought for a while, and said, "I would like to think I would." I said
"The way we will be leaving you, might become more known about in some
circles, because of my shortened traveling in China I'll be starting,
but please keep it a secret. I'll say this about it. That method is not
held out my arms. He stood and came into them, and I hugged him with
all my love. Srinoy helped him to sit down. We backed up, and I said,
"Farewell." We ported to our hotel room.
Srinoy poked me and said, "You just can't resist a museum worker!" I
said "You know it!" We hugged and kissed. We went down to the lobby. I
said to the clerk, after telling him who I was and the room number, "We
have reserved it for a long time, and paid it all up. We won't be
staying in it much, but all calls to it will reach me wherever I am.
Don't worry about how. They just will. Test it now, if you want." He
did, and I answered it out loud, and he was really surprised to hear my
voice from the phone, too. Srinoy said, "He doesn't lie." I said "We
are all set now?" He said "Yes, sir." We left and went to the Temple.
Our friend the Monk, now a Lama, was waiting for us at the entrance,
with an uncontainable grin on his face. I said to Srinoy, "Look who can
see our auras." Srinoy ran up to him and hugged him. I was a little
slower, and hugged him too. We went inside, and to a room where the
Abbot was. We sat, and had some milk tea. He said, after the usual
formalities, "I thank you for all you have done for this Temple, and
all of Mongolia." I said "It was truly my pleasure, and my honor." He
said "What happened in Thailand has been told all over. We know better
than to have a ceremony for you." I said "Er, thank you. I'm very sad
that it happened, but some things don't always work out in the best
way. But I did learn, so no more gifts which would require such a er,
contradiction of how I have to be." He said "I understand, and know it
silvery sphere again, and produced another finely carved jade bowl, and
gave it to him, and said, "Something of my own carving, but a little
more. Unlike any other bowl I have ever made, this one has cavings
specific to the country it is to be in. My love is in it, too." He
accepted it with tears.
The Lama escorted us to the entrance. There, I said to him, "I have
seen that some of you wear a carved image of The Buddha around their
necks, but you do not. Would you tell me why that is?" He said "I do
not have one. I am without money, and I would not have one which is not
good enough to be worthy of him." I said "I appreciate that. I would
feel the same. You do know what I'm going to do about that, don't you?"
He looked very embarrassed. Srinoy poked me. I said "Do you have a
picture in your mind of how it should be?" He said "Yes I do, Master."
I said "Grab that picture and shove it at my mind." He did, and I made
it for him, and a gold chain to hang it from. He bowed, and I put it on
him. I said "When you touch it to your head, you will feel my love for
you. So will others, if you want to share that. I love doing this,
almost more than anything. Thank you for allowing it." I bowed. Then we
walked away, with tears in our eyes. When we couldn't be seen, we
ported to my house on Allguard. Rose and Hawk hugged us.
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