Stephen's Secure Blog #217
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 #217 "Warning the Chinese"
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We had a meeting. Pete, Chad, and Tomba were there, and so were the
RedCloud family. Mr. RedCloud said, "The Navajo will stand behind
Stephen to the limit on this. So will most other Native American
Councils. We know it's the right thing to do. We can't turn back the
clock to repair what has been done to us, but we can't let our
suffering be for nothing. Now we can do something to help another
people not be destroyed in the same way. We must, or we acknowledge
that what happened to us should have happened. The world needs to know
that isn't true!" I said "So speaks a true warrior, of a warrior
nation." They all agreed.
I said "I'm building up a reputation, to use it in a multilevel er,
attack. I want all Buddhists united to free Tibet. I won't actually use
them for that, but as a threat to the Chinese Government. The next
level is to use it to build a power base which will influence the
Government in Exile to do what I ask. They are not going to like it at
all when I tell and show them they are irrelevant. The next level for
my emerging reputation, is public support of me as a person. I'm doing
that by strategically placed live performances. When they become too
disruptive, I'll do that via recordings. I don't want people hurt,
getting trampled. Chad, I think you might not dislike helping with
that." He grinned and tried to poke me, but I was too much out of his
reach. I stuck my tongue out at him. Tomba said, "Did you know that is
a sign of respect in Tibet?" I said "I dare you to tell them why." He
cleared his throat, and said, "During a time of religious
discrimination and suppression, some er, people were required to be
examined for possibly reciting the wrong texts, by displaying their
tongue to show that it hadn't been blackened by such outlawed
practices. Because that was done at the request and in front of people
in power, it soon became a sign of respect in popular culture." Mr.
RedCloud said "Wow!" I grinned and said, "I agree."
I said "This winter is a good time to start my supporters to begin at
a low level, asking for a free Tibet, and opening a dialog of how that
could happen, and what the results could look like. Native Americans
linking it to their own past would give that, and them, a lot of
credibility. Except for one thing. What's happening in Tibet has been
happening in the Amazon basin for generations." Mr. RedCloud said "Oh!
We have an expanded purpose." Hawk said "It's about time we had one for
real, instead of just opening up casinos and complaining about the
past." Rose said "Good. We can use that." I said to Mr. RedCloud, "Your
warriors are ready for battle." His love and approval could be felt all
over the room.
I said "This looks like it might be a new era for us. The time of
Guardian personal er, hobbies." Pete said "Not as I see it. We are the
Guardians of Earth and Humanity. ALL humanity, which includes societies
who have no other recourse but us. But we still can't come out in the
open as an institution, so it must look like individual activities." I
said "I sit corrected." Rose said "Not really. You made him say that."
I shook my head in dejection, and said, "It would be helpful if
situation managers didn't screw with other situation managers', er,
management. Not that they should stop screwing elsewhere." Rose grinned
and said, "We'll see about that elsewhere. Who didn't know what he did,
after it happened?" Cress raised her hand. Her mother hugged her.
I said "My next tactic is to tell those at the head of the Chinese
government that I'm going to visit religious institutions in Tibet, and
warn them about the consequences if their people try to interfere with
that." Mr. RedCloud said, "Isn't that likely to cause more trouble?" I
grinned and said, "If it were somebody other than me who said it,
probably. I will be confirming some of the stories about me, to them in
their offices at that time." He said "Ha! Stick it to 'em!" I said "In
effect, I will." Cress grinned and said, "Bring some diapers." We
laughed. I said to her, "Good one. In fact, I might just do that."
The President, Premier, Executive Vice Premiere, and three Vice
Premieres, had a simultaneous visit from my projection. It took a while
before all were alone in their offices at the same time. I made sure
they stayed alone, for the duration of my visit. It wasn't a complete
projection, because I wanted them to know what it was, without having
to take my word for it. Mostly to keep them from shooting at it and
hitting people in other rooms. My image faded away below the middle of
the chest. "Greetings. I am Stephen, visiting you, and other government
officials, at the same time, by image. I can do a lot of unusual
things, but my body can be at only one place at a time. I'm going to be
visiting Temples and Monasteries in what you call Xizang, soon. I
advise you to instruct your subordinates there not to cause any trouble
with my visits, or because of my visits. I will be very displeased by
their usual sadistic and bestial brutality, and will be most displeased
if any of that is in any way associated with me. All who have ever
displeased me, even in the smallest way, have learned to regret it.
Some are no longer available for you to ask them about it. Some
desperately wish they were no longer available. Some have improved
themselves, and have become friends. How you wish to be viewed by me is
in your hands. Choose carefully. Do you understand my message?"
The President said, "You can't come in here like this and threaten
me!" I said "I see you have a problem with reality. I just did what you
said I can't do. Have you discussed your problem with a mental health
professional?" He looked very angry, and then actually smiled! He said
"A point in your favor. Is it true what they say about you?" I said "I
don't know what you know about that, so I can't respond positively, but
those who have witnessed what you might have heard about me, know I do
not support lies, and they would be most careful, er, religiously so,
to be truthful, and I have informed them that my actions and words are
not secret. Did you think you were besting me in some way, in acquiring
information about me?" He grinned and said, "Another point in your
favor. I notice you have not met with anybody in Dharamsala, even
though you made sure they saw you." I said "I place my priority on
meeting with people who are relevant." He laughed. Then he said, "I
can't help liking you. Not at all what I expected."
I said "If you don't expect, you are not surprised." He nodded. I
said "The other people I'm contacting at this time have not reacted
nearly as well." He said "In your place, I would be recording this, and
those other meetings. So, I think it would be wise of me not to comment
on that." I said "I am pleased by your intelligence, and your
willingness to actually use it." He laughed again. I said "Would you
like the recordings to be shared among the people I'm presently
contacting?" He said "Yes, please. All information is useful." I
grinned and said, "Absolutely!" He laughed. I said "Please don't forget
my opening message. Despite our humor, that is very serious, and so
would be the consequences." He nodded, and said, "I agree. Thank you."
I said "I will inform you when I am ready to hold serious discussions
regarding my mission." He nodded. I said "Farewell." I stopped the
projection. The others were already stopped. Then a pile of memory
cards fell onto his desk, and he laughed. The others did not have the
same reaction. Possibly because of their crushed chairs.
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