Stephen's Secure Blog #252
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 Winter holidays of year 7 of his
special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #252 "Homeland Conference"
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Hawk and I did a lot or research, and found out Mr. Ahmed Khanten,
the big break me in half guy, is in very BIG trouble. I ported him to a
meeting with me, at my house on Allguard. Naturally, he was amazed by
the porting, and really appreciated the quality of my living room. I
thanked him for his complements, and said, "I don't need this, but when
I make something, I do my best. I host some very important people here
in meetings." He said with a grin, "Any of them more important than you
are?" I said "Some want to think so, which is why this house is built
to impress. We've done a lot of research on your problem. Some of what
is going on, will shock you, and some will make you very angry. Please
prepare for that. Do you want it all at once, or little by little?" He
said, bracing himself, "Give it to me straight." I said "Two of your
employees are steeling from your company and are using that money to
support terrorist activities. One of them is your brother in law." Rage
filled him so much, he vibrated, but he controlled it well. I fed him
some calming feelings. After a while, I said, "Ready for more?" He
nodded. I said "They made some deals with the mob to help them with
their goals, without telling the mob the real reason." He thought a
little, and said, "We can work that angle. Tell them the truth, and
they'll have murder in mind."
I said "I'm impressed. Really impressed, that you can think that
well, so soon after what I told you." He looked very embarrassed. I
said "I guess that could be why you've succeeded in business so well.
But, the deaths of the real criminals won't clear you with the feds,
but make it worse. They need a target. Only you will be left then.
There are some possibilities we can work on. One of them could involve
you, if you are willing." He said "What is it?" I said "Feds love
undercover stings. If you wear a wire, undetectable, of course, and get
your brother in law to bring you in on the deal, that would unsettle
two birds at once. Get the bad guys, and clear your name and maybe make
you a hero. I suggest you avoid the hero part of that, for now. No need
to make you a target of terrorists. That ploy has two issues. You
agreeing to do it, and the really big one, can you pull it off." He
said "I see the problems. Can I say terrible things like I mean them?
Can I keep from ripping them to pieces?" I said "There is another
issue. We HAVE to have permission from the feds to do it, or they can
use what you say in your role, as if you really meant it, against you.
No, they can't turn on you after they agree. We will be recording
everything that happens, including them agreeing to you going
undercover. It's a very unwritten rule in the spy business; never trust
your handler. Always cover your er, butt, in case higher ups need a
scapegoat." He said "You really know about this!" I nodded.
I said "I'm going to be talking with some in the government about
this today. Do you authorize me to discuss that proposal with them?" He
said "Yes. Please do." I said "You have the most difficult job of all
of us. Trying to act normally, as if you never met with me today. I
don't know if it's possible for ANYBODY to do that, given what you know
now, but you have to." He said "I know. It's going to be tough. Very
tough. Hmm, I could be sick." I said "Good idea! This is going to sound
strange, but I like working with you." He said "Why strange?" I said "I
didn't want it to sound that I liked that you're in this mess so that
could happen." He laughed, and said, "Sometimes you think too much." I
said "So I've been told, and in more than one lifetime." We discussed
some specifics of what we might do, which would involve him, and then I
said, "Remember Hawk?" He grinned, and said, "I sure do!" I said "He's
angry about what's being done to you, and practically demanded that he
work your case. He's Navajo, and is sensitive about people being
persecuted for being of a minority." He said "Wow! Please tell him I
would be honored." I said "I did." Hawk ported in, and said, "We're
going to beat this, even if we have to beat some bastards' heads in!" I
looked sideways at him, and he said, "Er, metaphorically." I said with
a grin, "Yes!" Hawk said, "Please excuse me, so I can get back to
work." He ported out.
I said "Ahmed, he left, because there is something personal we need
to talk about." He said "I know. My family. I've been trying not to
think of it." I said "You will have to, if you are going to be honest
with them. And you will need to, after it goes public. The government
will want you to keep this from them until then. No matter what
happens, your wife can find something in this to, I have to say it,
hate you, if she wants to." He cried, and said, "Yes, I realize that."
He cried some more, and I hugged him. He said, "She could hate me for
not telling her as soon as I knew about her brother. She could hate me
for not warning him. She could really hate me for tricking him into
confessing." I said "It may take her a long time to understand and
accept that you did the best you could for her and your children, but
that IS true. You ARE doing this for them, and the country they are
living in." He said "It's going to be hard for her to choose between
her brother and me." I said "YOU ARE THE FATHER OF HER CHILDREN. For
many, that wins over everything. There is one more thing you have to
face. She might know what her brother was doing. Wait! We don't know
said, "How?" I said "If I ask her in person, if she knows anything
about the problems at your company, I will know." He said "I have to
know. Let's do it!" I said "It's not that simple. Just asking the
question, tells her some things. More, because of what I will have to
tell her before the question, which is, not to tell anybody, not even
her family, about my visit and the question. Will she be able to obey
that? What if her brother asks her if anybody asked her about your
company?" He said "I see the problem. What is your solution. Your IQ
tells me you wouldn't pose a problem you didn't already have the answer
for."
I said in the air, "Rose, have you been telling?" She said "No I
haven't. I approve of him. Better let me ask her, woman to woman. I can
do the inhibition just as well as you can." I said "Deal!" I said to
she will agree to in implanted command which would prevent her from
telling secrets, until removed. It doesn't cause any damage. Don't
worry, Rose can charm the scales off a snake." He said "Wow!" I said
"Absolutely! We should do that now, if you don't mind." He nodded. I
said "Let Rose handle it. Her abilities are similar to mine, and she's
a whole lot better looking." She ported in, and kissed me, and said,
"But I like snakes." I said "I'll do the car illusion." She nodded. She
said to Ahmed, "Ready to go?" I said "And return here. I might be out
with with the feds." She said "Right. Let's go." They went. I monitored
her.
I ported to our office at the FBI. I had my ID on. I went out to the
secretary, and after friendly greetings, said, "Is the Director in and
available?" She said "I'll check." She called, and said, "In about ten
minutes. That alright?" I said, "Sure. Thanks." I went back into the
office, and chatted with Minnie, our interview trainee. She didn't say
much, being totally in awe of me. Then I went to see the Director. He
wanted to know why I was interested in the case. I told him everything.
He laughed at the breaking in half part. After that, I said "I've
examined him. He is completely innocent, and very loyal to this
country. He has my support. Oh, and there is a new development. His
wife is clean, but she is volunteering things about her brother. She
doesn't know anything about the case, but is worried her brother is in
with the wrong people, and is up to no good. She is very correct. Rose
is handling that." I reported my research. He said "Your involvement
puts things in a new light. Can I get Homeland in on this? They are the
lead in this case." I said "Sure. More people I can push around. That's
all I need right now." He laughed, and called somebody, who would be
coming right over.
The Director said, "As if pushing around a whole country isn't enough
for you. Don't get me wrong. Personally, I hope you ruin them. It's
State who are upset about that. They want to discuss it with you." I
laugh. We talked about a lot of things while we were waiting. Then a
man came in. We stood, and were introduced. I let the Director tell it.
The DHS man said, "Thank you for your information. We'll take it from
here." He got up to leave. I cocked an eyebrow at the Director, and he
nodded. I said "Please wait. We aren't finished." The man turned around
and said, "This is our case, and we'll take care of it." He made to
walk out, and I grabbed him with a 4th hand, and said, "I asked you to
wait. I have some things to say. I suggest you listen to me. If you
agree to do that, I will release you." He tried to struggle, but didn't
say anything. The the intercom sounded, and the secretary said,
"Director of Homeland Security on the private line."
The Director picked it up and, and then said, "On speaker." A new
voice said loudly that his agent should do everything I wanted, and
that was an order, and consider it all top secret. Then click. I said
to the agent, "Ready to listen now?" He nodded, and I let him go. He
drew his gun. I ported it away from him. I said to the director, "He
pulled a gun in the office of the Director of the FBI. I have a
recording of that. He disobeyed the Director of DHS. Hmm, would that be
treason?" I said to the agent, "WELL?" He said "I've heard about you
freaks. You should all be shot!" I said "Interesting. There is a
problem with that. We can't be shot. That's one of the reasons why we
are called freaks, by people who enjoy killing people. But, freaks who
have been protecting this country, and the entire world, for years,
mostly from attacks from space. We are the only people who can do that,
and all humanity owes their lives to us, many times over, the people
you call freaks. You need us a whole lot more than we need you." The
Director said, "His people have saved the lives of many of our people,
and YOUR people, when they've been captured. If you had had your wish,
many of us, including ME, would be dead, and that doesn't count the
alien attacks they've stopped."
I said "You have a choice of two ways to go, which you have made for
yourself. Do your job well, as ordered, or be locked up practically
forever." He didn't answer. I said "If you had actually tried to shoot
me, you would have been brought up on charges of attempted murder, and
other serious offenses. You owe me for preventing that. And saving your
life. If Buddhists had found out about that, you wouldn't have survived
to go to trial. They view me as a living Buddha." He said "I'm a
Christian! I don't believe in that shit!" I said "Irrelevant. What's
important is, THEY do. Hmm, Catholic?" He said "Yes." I said "NO you
are not. You were going to murder me." He said "You aren't human." I
laughed, and said, "I am more human than you are. I have never killed
anybody in this life. I don't lie. I don't cheat. Or steal, or covet,
or commit adultery, or act unjustly. I do not worship idols or other
Gods, like you do. I am more of a true Christian than YOU are. AND you
can ask the Vatican about that. Yes, they know of me. I remember my
past lives with total recall, going back 74,000 years. I have been
three Christian Saints, which has been verified by Vatican records and
authorities. There are two more things. It is I who gave my love to the
world. At that time, my hair changed from blond to this snow white." I
stood, and said in a big voice, glowing, "Who in the Old Testament had
his hair turn white, and who sometimes glowed, after receiving orders
from God? I know very well the Ten Commandments! Do you?"
He collapsed to the floor in hysterics. I went to him and hugged him
with all my love. He looked up and said, "Francis?" I said "Right. Did
you know I was the first ever to have that name? My father made it up,
Francesco, as a nickname, because he was in love with France. Er,
actually, French women. I never liked it. But when I took to the cloth,
I took that name as a penance. You are the first to know that, about
why I chose that name." He said "Wow!" I said "Yes, I hear that an
awful lot." He giggled. I said "You know, this saving my people gig, is
getting a little stale. When I got the hair and the glow this time, I
got the order to free Tibet. You might have heard something about
that." He said "So that was you." I nodded. We got up. He said "Sorry
for how I acted. I realize now you could have easily had me locked up,
but instead you tried to save me from myself. I think that, more than
what you said, convinced me." I said "But I'm still a freak. My
students and I are like that to ourselves, when we discover something
new we can do. By the way, it's not magic, but real science, but
operated by some mind talents." He said "I can accept that." I grinned,
and said, "Good. You'll have to." He laughed.
The director said, "That's amazing! I didn't know about that life." I
said "Well, I try not to mention those which are er, sensitive with
some religions. Unfortunately, some at that ceremony who saw my hair
and skin color change, and the glow, who felt the contact, too, made
the connection. So the cat ended up nowhere near the bag." They
laughed. Then we got to work, discussing the case, and what we would be
doing about it. Then I said to the agent, "Want to meet with my client
now?" He said "Where is he?" I said "At my house." He said "Is that
safe?" I grinned and said, "Absolutely! I didn't say which world it's
on." His jaw dropped open in surprise. Then I got a surprise, when the
Director asked if he could come, too. I said "Sure, if that won't cause
a problem with your staff." He grinned and said, "I'll tell them I'm
going to your office, and might not be back for a while. They'll
understand." We went to my office. I said to the secretary, "Ah, er, we
aren't going to be here for a while." She grinned and said, "Yes,
Stephen. I understand." I grinned back.
I ported them to my house, and made the introductions. Ahmed said
said "We have a lot of buts, too. Hawk and Rose, in that order,
volunteered to help with this case. I was planning to do it alone,
because it's not the kind my group is usually involved with. Here's one
of those buts. But, we like and respect Ahmed, and I er, WE intend to
see that he's not served unjustly by this problem. We know what it's
like to be treated badly because of being different. America is the
very last place that should happen!" I got a lot of respect. Ahmed
added some tears to that, which were noticed. We did a lot of planning,
and even placed some phone calls. I had to tell them we used a special
relay for that.
I said "We have some limitations on our abilities. Ethical ones. We
can't act against people unjustly. Cooking the books is bad, but that's
not enough to justify reading his mind. Planning a terrorist attack,
is. Knowing of a terrorist attack, and refusing to tell about it, might
be. Just giving money to those who do, isn't. We can compel all wrong
doers to always tell the truth, but it will be obvious they don't want
to do that, when they have to, which would cause serious problems in
court. We will be harmed if we violate those limitations. So, we have
to trick them, in a way which will be usable in court. Our advantages
are, besides the usual, we can see and record anything that happens,
without detectable er, things, and we can protect the people on our
side. Oh, and one other thing. We can impersonate anybody we want to,
perfectly. One of our goals should be to make Ahmed a hero. We know he
is, but we should make it so his family knows, and if necessary, the
public, to counter any sensationalist press. He's a REAL and loyal
American, and I will be very annoyed if he's thought otherwise by
anybody." We made some more plans, and the meeting broke up, and we
transported our guests back where they belonged, with other meetings
set up for later.
Rose, Hawk, and I, undressed as usual, and lounged around, and
talked. Hawk said, "I feel good about this, more than I thought
possible. I like helping individuals who deserve it." Rose said "We all
do, and that's one of our problems. Most times we shouldn't do it, so
they won't become dependent on us." I said "We know that, too. Hard to
resist, though." Rose said, "When you're hard, you don't resist." I
said "I could try." Hawk said, "You can't." He was right.
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