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Stephen's Secure Blog #324
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 the Fall of year 8 of his special
school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #324 "Meeting with Universities"
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At the appointed time, I ported to the meeting at the University of
Maryland, where the other invited universities were in attendance. They
all rose and bowed to me, which I returned. I grinned and said,
"Somebody's been talking!" There were some chuckles. I said "I've made
a crystal to bring you up to date on current developments." I passed
them around. Even the people who had met me before, had some wows to
give. Then it was time for questions. One said "I think we understand
what you want, and my university will be willing to be involved." I
grinned and said, "Willing?" He said "Alright, enthusiastically,
desperately eager." There were chuckles and nods of agreement. One said
"How do we divide the er, spoils?" I said "Well, I could build an
I said "The only fair way is a lottery of the major cities. UMD will
get Lhasa, because they are more familiar with my methods, and I want
them near one of the Monasteries I started my teaching in first. But in
compensation, that is not the most populous or advanced city in Tibet,
which is a VERY big country now. While our non Tibetan students might
like big city nightlife, at present that is not what most people might
want it to be, even in the largest cities. Language issues. So, it
might not actually matter where the facilities are located. But I do
recommend being near to a major Monastery, where my teachers are, who
might be able to provide some assistance in emergencies, along with
their usual teaching." One said "They can teleport?" I said "Those of
my own school have a variety of talents and abilities, but we strongly
desire that to not enter the public awareness. However, there has been
some progress in some of our students in some Monasteries, and some
might be able to do that in time. That can be made public. A useful
inducement to come and study there, don't you think?" They did think.
I said "Those of you who have agricultural preferences can be
positioned near such areas of interest. The same for hydrology,
geology, and other fields. All I will build for you will be
ecologically isolated and self contained, so the environmental impact
is not a major concern. I will even consult on design, if you want. The
individual beauty of your buildings can serve as a factor in the
students' choices. But don't go too wild with that. When I've asked for
ideas, well, there were some unusual developments." With a lot of
interest, one said, "Such as?" I said "Some of my constructions are
self cleaning. That was never needed more, than in the Pavilion of
Love." Some big grins and chuckles. One said "Can you explain how you
make those things?" I said "Yes and no. Yes, I can describe some of the
processes, but no, I can't describe the science that enables it. There
are no useful words for that which we would have in common." I rose up
into the air, and said, "I can manipulate the energy of my body that
modern science denies exists, to change the property of the matter of
my body so that it is less effected by the gravity of the Earth, but
does that really help you understand how I do it?" I floated back down,
and said, "That's actually much more difficult to learn than porting,
because it requires very advanced knowledge of math and physics, and
the natural ability to perceive those energies, to a high degree. If
wows were kilowatts, what I do could power the world." Some good
laughter.
I said "If you want a basic understanding of the source of much of my
unusual abilities, google 'chakra'." I spelled it for them. I said "And
'Third Eye'. We call that psionic now. Almost all that I do has been
known about and done before in history, not that I was aware of that
when I invented much of this. For me, as a scientist with a
stratospheric IQ, that made a BIG difference. Before, it was hit and
miss over time, with people who had the requisite talents. I made it
into a real science, and developed it into a technology, and developed
modern training methods for it." One said "Your IQ?" I said "In my last
life, I fudged on the tests, to not show it above 200. That I could do
that, and get away with it, on Dr. Einstein's advice when I was four
and told him his famous equation was stupid, should tell you it was
much higher. It's higher than that, now." One said "You haven't
published much." I grinned and said, "Under which name?" They
understood. One said "Would they fill a classroom?" I said "A few of
them, yes. And all kinds, from odd fiction, to poetry, to history, to
math, physics, psychology, and much more. Some will not be published
until after I am gone. I just don't need the embarrassment. Or the
controversy. Now, too. More on Tibet?" One said "We will be setting up
offices in Tibet, to learn the area and culture." I said "Here are some
crystals on that." I passed them around. One said "This will
revolutionize education!" I said "Well, that's the point, isn't it? We,
all of us, intend to make that a reality. But only in Tibet."
One said "That's what I don't fully understand. You do it in your own
school here, so why not all over?" I said "Because it's a secret here.
If it came out in the open that our school was doing it, we would be
mobbed, and would have to shut down. I'll tell you, the US government
would be REALLY upset by that." He nodded. I said "To have regular
students and the world know about this, it needs to be in a place which
won't interfere with it. For reasons I think you can figure out, that
is only in Tibet." One said "I still don't get it." I said "A little
help here." One said "Parents would demand the government regulate the
technology to ensure their little darlings aren't hurt by it. They
can't, because they can't understand the technology. Everybody would be
spending all their time trying to figure it out, and not learning
anything."
I said "And something else. They would demand it to be used more than
it is safe, which the built in safety feature won't allow. And that's
based on intelligence and talent, which, as everybody knows, each
little darling has the most of, in inverse proportion to actuality,
creating sure evidence of nonexistent political favoritism, resulting
in regulations which would make it impractical to use." There were
comments of wow and well said. I said "The American education system is
based on an arbitrarily appointed intellectual equality, in which a
false mediocre common denominator is established as the round hole.
Those who fall below that, and above that, are the square pegs which
have to have their corners cut off to fit, to enable the desired social
and educational conformity of that round hole. I will NOT support that
in Tibet! Students will learn and work to the best of their abilities,
to make the best of their abilities."
That rant earned a lot of applause. One said, "Even without your
technology, we would want to join you in Tibet, because of your
position!" I said "Well, so would I, or any real college educator, I
think." They agreed. I said "For those of average intelligence, there
is little benefit to my crystal tech, because they can't use them often
enough. So, we will prefer to accept the best students. Yes, there will
be some average students. That can't be helped, because it will be free
to Tibetans who qualify for a standard college education. But for
foreign students, we can afford to be picky, and eventually, because of
the demand, we will have to." They nodded. One said "And that should
make the degrees worth a lot." I nodded. One said "We will have to show
the amount of study in Tibet of our own students, on their
transcripts." I grinned. They smiled at that.
One said "Were you Machiavelli's father?" They laughed. I said "No,
sorry." I explained to the others, "They keep trying to link me to him
whenever I show evidence of what is attributed to him. I did meet him a
few times when he was in government, but only socially, and I doubt he
would have remembered me unless he was gay. Well, I was kind of pretty
then." One said "Were you gay?" I said "Back then, there were no such
artificial distinctions of sexuality. I was mostly straight, but wasn't
adverse to experimentation. Something of a bisexual, I suppose, in
modern terms. Well, I was an artist. Some things never change." They
smiled. I said "No, I wasn't them, but did learn some from their work.
Oh, now you have to explain." He did.
I said to the new people, "Have you been told about the trip to
Tibet?" They had. I said "Want to reduce some of that er, jealousy?"
One yelled "Yes!" And then turned red in embarrassment, to the ensuing
laughter. I said "Before we go, you need a briefing. You must not treat
me there with anything but the highest respect. They think of me as
something like a God, and they take their religion, and personal
status, VERY seriously. I see some questions. My unusual creations and
method of transportation got me noticed, but are not the cause of their
reverence. It is my spirit as shown in my love and intelligence, and
how I treat people. Many of them have the ability to see that at a
glance, even before they actually see me with their physical eyes, and
they can't be fooled. I had to stop a riot my first day there in
public, when a police officer called my passport a fake. Most of the
crowd had never heard of me, and didn't know who I was. So, please be
careful, and don't touch me in public, unless I initiate that. Or
anybody in a monk's robe. Most people there simply don't understand
American egalitarianism, and would be seriously offended by that. Here
is the bow. The degree of bend, and the level of the hands is
different, depending on the relative status of each person. As
foreigners, they won't expect you to understand much of that, but they
will respect you a lot for trying."
I said "Tibet is at a very high altitude. That makes my method of
transportation unhealthy for most people. Who needs blown eardrums and
damaged eyesight? So, for short visits, I will give you something which
will maintain your normal air pressure around you, and a comfortable
temperature, too. Well, the people are warm there, but not much else.
It's evening there, but the people who I've just asked to meet us, are
ready."
I said "I see you want to know how I did that. I used different
methods." I created a transparent half image of me, and said, "And here
is one of them." Then I let it fade. I said "Some in the Monasteries
can do something like that now, but are not able to include sounds with
it. That may come in time. Ready to go?" I stood, and they did. I
handed out the pendants. I said "We will now port to just outside an
art school I'm supporting." We did that, and it went just like before.
The owner was there, still proud to show off her school. The new people
were very impressed. Then I said, "Now for something completely
different. The Monastery I recently rebuilt with modern conveniences.
But, the Road to Sera, first." I ported us to the start of it,
including the art school owner at her request, and we walked to Sera.
They were amazed and in awe. I said "The language you hear is Tibetan,
but everybody understands it in their own native language. Don't ask me
how it works. I don't actually know. It just does. Useful when I sing
in different languages in concerts."
We stopped at my pavilion. I introduced Rhamcha and Reting. After
that, I said to Reting, "I see you are having a little trouble with
American English. Want an update?" He said "Please, Master Teacher." I
said "Done. We'll do Chinese later, if you want." He bowed, which I
returned. I said to the others, "He can take it like that, instantly,
because he already knows some English, and because he has well
developed mental skills. For almost everybody else, it could take weeks
to integrate, and might involve some discomfort." He said "I can feel
the difference." They noticed how much clearer his speech was, and had
some wows for it. Rhamcha said "We feel that way, almost continuously
with The Master Teacher." I said "And sometimes, so do I." We all
exchanged smiles.
I ported us to just outside the new Reting Monastery. I illuminated
the whole area. We wandered around the buildings, and went into some of
them. There were a whole lot of wows. Each time somebody said that, I
made the lights a little brighter. When it was noticed, they all
laughed, and then explained why to the Tibetans, who also laughed.
Reting gave a running commentary on how I made the things. In one of
the apartments, I said, "This touch plate controls the light. Tap to
turn it on or off. Move your finger up and down on it to control the
intensity." I asked them to try it, and they were impressed. I said
"All the controls for what I build, operate without moving parts to
wear out or break. What looks like a glowing ceiling, isn't. The light
doesn't come from anything material. There is one more thing to this,
which isn't in the instruction crystals. Abbot Reting, please try to
control the light with your mind. Address the room with your projected
desire." He did, and only part of the ceiling lit brightly.
I said to all, "That requires some uncommon abilities and skill.
Something which can be used to motivate study in the room's future
inhabitants." Reting said, "Indeed! Thank you, Master Teacher!" I bowed
in return, and said, "Your surprise and pleasure is more than thanks
enough." We grinned at each other. Rhamcha said "He uses everything to
teach something. That is why he is called The Master Teacher." I said
"I've been called much worse." They laughed. I said "This is the
cleaning station. You walk through the light, and you are clean, even
your teeth and clothes. If you don't want it to remove makeup, think
that while you pass through." They all tried it, and jumped, and
thought my explanation was interesting. One said "There are
possibilities." I said "For those without hands, or good friends,
maybe." That stopped him in his tracks. Many tried not to laugh.
I said "There is a problem with the toilet. Not that it doesn't work,
but that it does. Life in a Monastery is very restricted, by ancient
rules which were established before bathroom plumbing was invented.
There is a rule against er, depositing personal waste into water. There
was a very good reason for that, if you like nice water to drink. While
the reason for that rule no longer exists here, the rule still does.
So, what is in the toilet bowl is not water. It is perfectly safe,
however, and it will never leave the bowl. I notice your relief, Abbot.
Should I be disappointed in your doubt of me?" He said with a grin,
"Only if you choose to be." I said "Good one! I don't." We bowed. Then
we went out and to the Pavilion of The Dharma. Reting described it. I
said "What he didn't tell you, is that it is his absolutely brilliant
idea. The floating, and the invisible steps, and the purpose. All I did
was add some art and engineering."
They all looked at him in admiration. I grinned really wide. I said
"I really like taking my turn to embarrass somebody." That didn't help
him. They took the stones and went up the invisible steps. They loved
the Dharma stations. I had to explain about the noise suppression. One
said "After the basic idea, you designed and created all this in
seconds, something you never did before, and without making any
modifications after it?" I said "Yes." The Abbots nodded. He said "What
a mind! I have no doubt that your intelligence is beyond our
understanding." They agreed with him. I bowed. Reting grinned. I said
to him, "You have been avenged." They laughed.
We went out to my pavilion on the road, and sat. I said "I think in
my offer to rebuild this Monastery, there was a mention of a road.
Would you like us to discuss it now?" Reting grinned, and said, "I was
wondering, but no longer. Please, Master Teacher." I said "So, what
colors?" He said "Green." I said "Should it have a different color
border?" He said "Yes. White." I said "How about imperial green jade,
with flecks of gold in it?" He said "Yes! Oh, please excuse my
excitement." I said "No, I won't. It's appropriate." He laughed at my
grin. I said "Flecks of silver in the white borders." I looked at him
is if I expected another outburst. He laughed. I looked disappointed,
and he laughed harder. The others chuckled. I said "Lights on tall
posts, with tops like the roof of your idea." He said "Good. I like
that." I said "The road won't follow the current road exactly, because
of the way the ground is. Ready?" They were, with some obvious
excitement. The road appeared in place, vanishing into the distance. We
were not all that near to the city. I said "It is protected, so it
can't be damaged, even by an earthquake." Reting said in awed
amazement, "It's beautiful!" I said "Well, you should thank yourself
for that." He laughed. We went over and walked on it. I said "I see you
notice that. The road and the air above it will always be clean and of
a pleasant temperature."
We went back to the pavilion and sat. I said "I make these things by
porting. You know I can port myself, and other things and people. Well,
I don't have to port ALL of an object. I see some of you are beginning
to understand a little. I can port any object I can perceive, and I can
do that down to the level of individual atoms. Basically, I scavenge
the atoms I want, from various places, and port them into position to
form the chemical structure and shape of what I want. It is MUCH more
complicated than that, and requires a lot of math and designing, but I
think you get the picture now." Their nods showed they did. I said "It
really is a science. Is there anything more we should discuss now?"
There wasn't. I stood, and so did they. I said "Before I port you back,
I will give you something of me." I held out my arms, and university
people came into them one at a time, for all my love. The Abbots helped
the new people to stay upright. Then I ported them back to UMD, and
ported their pendants away from them. Eli said in the air, "I LOVE it
when he does that!" The Abbots laughed. I ported us to Rhamcha's
office, where Eli was waiting for us. Then I hugged all three in turn,
and we said our farewells, and I ported away.
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