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Date: Wed, 29 Jan 2014 19:28:01 -0500
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Stephen's Secure Blog #284
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 17 in this story, in spring of year 7 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #284 "CNN Producer"
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I got a call from the producer at CNN. He said "Thank you very much
for your consulting help." I said "You're welcome." He said "I'm not
sure about thanking you for your large document on the psychological
and sociological reasons for the development of religions, and the
processes. You gave us a LOT of work in reediting most of the episodes,
to include much of that." I said "Should I say I'm sorry?" He said "No.
It really impressed all of us. I just wish we had it sooner." I said
"Well, I didn't know you should have it, until I saw what you sent me."
He said "I understand. Don't mind me. I'm just a kvetch." I laughed,
and said, "I know the feeling. You need to do your best. The artist. I
do understand." He said "I know you do. Is there anything you don't
understand?" I said "Sure there is. Er, when I discover that, don't
expect me to go announcing it to the world." He laughed.
Then he was serious, saying, "Thank you very much for the crystal
Mogan Dovid." I said "Ah! Ashkenazi." He said "Right. Some generations
back. The accent still shows, sometimes. I hope you have securely
archived your life which concluded at Masada. Nobody has anything about
that but what Josephus wrote." I said "Everything I share with anybody,
is archived, and a lot more. I haven't published a book on that life
because that situation ended after I did. After we all did. I didn't
want to add conjecture to complete the story." He said "I understand,
but I wish you would. Really." I said "I'll consider it." He said
"Thank you. I mean it."
He said "If you agree, we WILL credit you with your consulting, and
specifically with your scholarly paper." I said "Alright, if you don't
link me too strongly to anything too controversial. Personally, I
wouldn't mind that at all, but as a responsible religious leader on a
how is it going?" I told him about it, and he laughed a lot. He said
"So there might be an announcement soon." I said "Wouldn't it be
interesting if a cable TV news crew happened to be present in Tibet
when that happened?" That really got his attention. He said "Wow! If
only that would happen. We can be available for our planned trip in a
week and a half. The network execs jumped at the chance. But if there
is breaking news, we would more than jump on THAT story, with almost
everything we have, and with your help, we would have an exclusive in
the beginning." I said "Yes. I would like that." He said "Wow! I don't
know what to say." I said "Well, that's never stopped you before." He
laughed. He said "I have to love you." I said "They all say that.
Embarrassing." He said "Take it like a mensch!" I said "I'll take that
under consideration. When I'm sleeping." He laughed.
I said "There is a problem. Where should your accommodations be in
Tibet? I don't want you in a hotel, and you would NOT like the
primitive, to Western standards, dorms in the Monasteries." He said
"Why not in a hotel?" I said "You would draw too much attention from
the er, establishment that way, and cause some disruption, which nobody
needs to have in even their temporary homes." He said, "Your wisdom and
forethought continues to astound me." I said "Don't mensch-en it." He
laughed. I said "I can build a house in seconds, but where to place it
involves issues. I can't do it in a city, and out in the country won't
give you a feel for the life there. And one other thing. Anywhere
within five to twenty klicks of a Temple or Monastery, and my comings
and goings WILL be noticed. Some of the people will sense my aura, and
it's a little, er unique." He said "So I've heard. So, how will you
solve this problem?" I said "There is one Monastery which is in the
capital, Lhasa. With their permission, I will build a house for us
there. They will know not to bother me while we are there, and I can
remove the house after you leave."
He said "Sounds good. But, that raises a question. When you are not
doing that, where do you live?" I said "With how I travel, that is
complicated. I have residences in a lot of places, and actually use
them when it's convenient. When I marry, though, I will have a steady
home, hopefully not known by the media and the public at large." He
said "Do you live on other worlds?" I said "If I did, do you expect me
to admit that to somebody in your position?" He said "No, but do it
anyway." I laughed, and said, "I think I'll pass on that. For your own
good." He said "A Jewish mother, already!" I said "I've been a lot of
things, but not that. Not that I would mind." He said "You have been a
woman?" I said "My first incarnation. That set up a bias, and I have
not been one since." He said "Would you tell me about that life?" I
said "It's being published, but as science fiction. The 'Attin Lantos
ReyMu' series." He said "Wow! I read the first two, and I've been
waiting for the next. You are a VERY good writer!" I said "Thank you.
Some of that life has been verified by er, external records. Would you
like to have the rest of the series, before they come out?" He said "I
would LOVE to!" I said "Only if you don't breathe a word of them to
anybody else. Not even punctuation!" He laughed, and said, "I agree." I
ported a memory card to him.
He said "Thank you. Er, how can you do that, without seeing where
it's going?" I said "I can't. Don't worry, I don't invade people's
privacy unless it's absolutely necessary, but you're right. I have to
see the destination, before I can port anything to it, and I can see,
by various means, practically anything in the galaxy, down to the
subatomic level, almost instantly." He said "Wow!" I said "I agree." He
laughed. I said "Unless you have anything more to discuss, I should get
back to work. And no, I'm not going tell you what that is. Or if it's
sexual." He laughed really hard. We said our farewells.
With permission, I ported to the Abbot's office in Jokhang Temple, in
Lhasa. After polite things, I brought him up to date on events. He was
very happy. Then I said, "I have a request. I have invited CNN to tour
the country with me, to show the world how it is here. We need a place
to stay for that, because even with my instant transportation, they
can't commute. Too much of a difference in altitude from what they are
used to. They would get sick. So, they need accommodations for a week,
but it can't be in a hotel. That would attract too much of the wrong
kind of attention to them. I could create a house in the country, but
that would not show them how life is here. So, I thought I should build
a house on the grounds of a Monastery, and you know I thought of
Jokhang for that. What is your opinion?" He said "Your house HERE?" I
said "I can't tell if you think that is good or bad, but it's just a
temporary thing." He said "We would be honored!" I said "Oh, so it's
not a bad thing." He almost choked. Then he said, "Not a bad thing at
all! Come, let us confer with the Abbot of the Monastery, and establish
a place for it." We went, and that Abbot was very honored, too.
Embarrassing. We selected a place near the entrance to the Monastery
grounds. I said "It would be completely self contained, and protected.
And I can remove it after we are finished with it." He said "May we ask
that it not be removed?" I said "But it would be sealed." He said
"Still, it is of your making." I said "You do know how to embarrass a
guy." He grinned, and said, "I see that is true."
I said "Would you like me to make it now?" He said "Absolutely!" I
tested the ground, and found it stable. I created a very big silvery
dome, and then allowed it to thin out and vanish, revealing the house.
It was in the style of the other buildings, but made of different
colors of jade and crystal. While they were staring at it in awe, I
said, "Because you wanted to keep it, I thought I should make it look
nice." They both agreed it was more than nice. I said "Would you like
to visit for a while?" They really did. I said "May I invite Rhamcha to
accompany us?" They agreed to that, and so did Rhamcha, and I ported
him to join us. He said "I like it a lot!" I said "Well, I've had some
practice. Thanks." He laughed. We went inside, and I showed them
around. They were amazed at the art all over it. I said "I'm an artist.
That's what I do. Making houses is extra." Rhamcha said "For you, just
bigger art." They agreed.
They liked the mosaics in the bathrooms. They wondered where the
water came from, and where it went. I just looked mysterious, and they
laughed. I said "You might wonder if I prefer to live like this. The
truth is, I don't care. I do this for show. All I really need is a
place out of the weather, and friends to keep me company. My true home,
where I was raised, is a shared bed in a modest apartment in America,
near my school, but I'm hardly ever there now. Usually, I spend what
little time I have for rest, where I keep my art workshop." I nodded to
Rhamcha, and said, "I've been there. Truly amazing, but I have to say,
this looks er, more beautiful." I said "I try to improve." One said, "A
goal for all of us." I said "Yes, and when Tibet is free, I will
provide some of my advanced students to help that along. We will do
that to all of Tibet, and in no other country on Earth, and the world
will come here to learn." I said that when we were leaving, and they
had tears in their eyes. I hugged them all with love. Then I ported
with Rhamcha to Sera.
In his office, I said "Well, that went well." We grinned at each
other. He said "Srinoy has been keeping us informed about your
activities. You have become very popular, and a little controversial."
I said "Just a little, I hope. There have been many requests to
increase that, which I have declined." He said "As I know you, I
believe you have some disappointment with that requirement." I said
"Absolutely!" We laughed.
In my living room with Rose and Hawk, Hawk said, "We are all
disappointed that you can't get to be as controversial as you want to
be. The world would benefit from that." I said "Or tear itself apart."
Rose said, "There is that." Hawk said "I'd LOVE to see you and Bill
Maher compete with humor and politically incorrect comments." I said
"So would he and I." Rose said, "Torture for him not to have you. Just
what he most desires, the head of a religion who thinks religion is the
worst thing man ever invented." I said "He can take it. He's got weed."
They laughed.
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