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Stephen's Secure Blog #343
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 Winter of year 8 of his special
school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #343 "First Visit to Met and Yale"
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The Vatican called me with information for where the full size Last
Supper should go. I made it and ported it to that room. It was in a
nice frame. I watched them hang it up. I left a message for Father
Paolo to let me know if they wanted good pictures of any other damaged
or lost Vatican art. I offered the picture to the Met, and they took it
gladly. Then I got a call from my contact there.
I ported to see him. I said "We could have done this in a call, but I
like to see the unusual expressions I cause in person." He gave me one,
and laughed. He said "We examined the picture, closely." I said "This
is a surprise?" He laughed again, and said, "We can't figure out how it
was taken." I said "It wasn't taken. I gave it to you. I see that's not
enough. Material objects can't go to the past. Only my memory has the
information. I looked at the painting on the wall, down to the
molecular level. The whole thing. Then I created some chemicals to make
the exact colors which would work on the paper I was going to use, and
then applied them to the paper in full detail with my mind. So, it's
not exactly a photograph, but an ultra high resolution mind-print. The
glass is special, so it won't let pass destructive frequencies." He
said "Thank you for the information. Part of that explanation causes me
to ask, can you directly perceive frequencies other than what is for us
visible light?" I said "Yes. All western science knows of, and more.
Useful in looking at art made by other intelligent species who don't
see as we do." He looked a little odd. I said "You can disregard that.
No? Well, you didn't think my teleporting was restricted to just one
world, did you?" He looked REALLY odd. I said "Right. Talking in person
is much more interesting." He laughed.
He said "Perhaps you could assist us in some things, with your
perceptions." I said "I could, but probably won't. I have to prioritize
my work. I only have so much time, before I will become unavailable. I
think from your needs and point of view, it would be better I spend the
time I have for art research in finding what has been lost, that only I
can do, while your instruments can do what they do for you." He said
"When people of Earth reach the stars, they will find in the major
museums some of my best work. Those they meet will already have known
of us as good, peace-loving, and artistic people." He looked even more
odd. Then he said, "I don't know what to say about that, but thank
you." I said "You're welcome. I don't see the Jewelry of the Ages
exhibit." He said "We have so much, we are creating a larger space for
it, which should be ready in about a month, which will give is time to
promote it. Your manager said we could use your name for that." I said
"Fine, if you give my name back in good condition." He said
"Absolutely! Cleaned and polished, too." We grinned at each other.
He said "Some of us have visited the Smithsonian. They might have
space for other contributors, if they construct a new building." I said
"Hmm, too much?" He said "With what I saw of your work, not in my
opinion!" I said "Got a list?" He laughed, and said, "You're
intelligence! We are working on it." I said "Let me guess. It's often
finished, until somebody finds something else they can't live without."
He laughed, and said, "You DO know museums!" I said "In a way, I AM a
museum, with all my past lives, and time viewing. I know the feeling. I
will never have enough time, even with multiple mental processes, to
explore even a small part of what I can see and remember. However, I
might already have some things you might want. So, the list. Gimme!
Now!" He laughed, and then made a call. I said "You want to know why
I'm so eager. I LOVE museums." He said "I don't feel too badly about
them myself." Some papers were brought in. I said "You don't have to
give them to me. I can read anything I wish, anywhere in the world, in
less than a second. I can also read binary information too. Yes, that
means I can read a computer file, even while its still on a disk or
card." He said "Wow! I said "I agree." He laughed. I said "Some things
you can have for free. Some you will have to talk to Chad about, but
wait to scream until you are alone." He laughed some more. I said "Here
is a list of what I can give you now. Here is a list for you and Chad
to yell about." He thanked me. I said "If you have a room I can port
and I'll fill it now." He did, and I did.
I said "Wait! Don't go running off yet. I sympathize. Special
projects and commissions. Consider them. Everything from gigantic
buildings, sculptures and mosaics, to the microscopic. I can make Mount
Rushmore look small, and a grain of rice look big, in almost any
medium, specializing in things you can't imagine. This is REALY the
right place to collect odd expressions." He almost choked. I said
"Well, think about it. My next stop is that veggie place. You know, the
Peabody Museum." He laughed. I said "I hope they shell out a lot for my
stuff." He kept laughing. I said "Maybe you and they can be podners in
this." He laughed a lot more. I said "Sure doesn't take much for you to
laugh." He nodded. I said "Good thing language is reusable." He tried
not to laugh, when he said, "I agree. We'll let you know about what we
can do together. Thank you for all you've done and are about to do." I
said "Odd. I was thinking about a bathroom." I said farewell through
his laughter.
I had a meeting with the Yale professor. She wanted to have the
museum director with her, but I said not at the first private meeting.
After polite things, I said, "You have questions about other than the
professional." She looked surprised, and said, "I should have known.
Would you tell me about life after death, and reincarnation? Is there a
God?" I told her what I told the Pope in public and private about it.
She thanked me a lot, and then said, "All time as one. You really are
part of God even before you get there for good. You aren't just able to
see part of the past. You can see it all. The future, too." I said
"People with brains can be a little annoying, when there are secrets
around." She laughed, and said, "An unusually worded complement!" I
said "I can see all of the past, but not all at once. I need individual
viewpoints. I have seen part of the future, but from this reality, it
is too variable to make much sense. I don't want to go public all the
way with this, because people would demand I research crimes, which
would be damagingly painful for me, and criminals would desperately
want me dead. That could become inconvenient."
She said "Only that?" I said "I can't be killed, but I sure can be
annoyed. The people around me would be in danger." She said "I see, and
agree. This means we can't tell people how really accurate your er,
observations are." I said "Not until I die." She said "That will be a
VERY long time!" I looked at her very seriously, and said, "No it
won't." She looked absolutely horrified. I said "I shouldn't be here. I
am just too much, and I have a job waiting. I'm on really borrowed
time. After my tasks are complete, I will be gone. I have to say I
would be REALLY upset about that, except they do have a kind of sex
there."
She almost choked. I said "Don't be so surprised. There are more
people alive now, than all the population in the history of the world.
Where do you think the extra souls come from?" She said "Wow!" I said
"Often, I hope." She laughed, and so did Hawk in my mind. I said "If
you want, you can tell people I certify the accuracy, and they can
believe that or not as they want to, because no matter how well I
explain it, which I'm not going to, it's still just my word." She said
"True. If you are willing, we'll do that. Even with what you do to the
Catholic Church, if they say you don't lie, the world SHOULD believe
you." I said "Only the uneducated would believe that Church about
ANYTHING." She said "Oh. You would know better than anybody. We won't
use them as a reference." I said "So, because my time is limited, I
have to prioritize, and be VERY efficient. I have 34 independent mind
compartments researching some past timelines. Other compartments are
organizing that data for various kinds of presentation. Yes, you can
say it."
She laughed, and said, "Wow!" I said "I could do more of that, but
I'm doing a lot of other things at the same time." She said "Can you
tell me about them?" I said "I have watches set on a lot of things that
I'm monitoring. One of the biggest is monitoring the interstellar
traffic of three large star empires, to prevent interstellar war."
After she recovered from that, she said, "And have you?" I said "Yes,
often, when I was an ambassador, and after that. Know what the worst
thing about being an ambassador was?" She said, "No, please tell me." I
said "Wearing those stupid formal clothes!" She laughed really hard. I
said "It's not funny. I couldn't even hug my friends. Well, my medals
got caught in their clothes." She laughed harder. So did Hawk, probably
remembering that.
I said "Just for that, I'll give you some work. I looked at your
museum. What I mean by that is different from what others mean. A mean
looked at the WHOLE thing, inside and out, down to the atomic level. On
these memory cards are my critiques of what is there. All on display,
and all in the archives. And for a little extra, all that is on any of
your school's property. That should keep you busy for a few moments.
Covers some serious maintenance issues, too." She wasn't able to say
wow. I said "Here I'm trying to be helpful, and all I get is strained
silence. I'm SO under appreciated." That, and my overly dramatic
expression, made her laugh. Then she said, "Is one of your doctorates
in Psychology?" I said "Four of them, yes." She said "For once, I'm not
surprised. You played me like I play my flute." I looked her up and
down, and said, "I'm trying to figure out where I should place my
fingers." She laughed really hard.
I stood, and went to a clear place in the office. I took a silvery
bag out of my shirt. I unfolded it and shook it out. I pulled an
impossibly big box out if it, and put it on the floor. Then I took the
box by the sides and pulled up, and it grew taller. I pulled on it in
different directions, and it grew wider. Then I tapped on the box, and
it fell away in sections, to reveal a two meeter tall crystal of gem
quality imperial golden topaz. While she was staring at it openmouthed,
I gathered up all the box parts and folded them all small, and put them
in the bag, and crumbled the bag up impossibly small, and put it back
in my shirt, where it stopped existing. I told her what the crystal
was, and that it was a gift. While she was recovering, I said, "You
might need a bigger display case." She almost strangled. Then she said,
it interesting. I don't get to do that very often. I suggest you make a
list of mineral specimens you would like to have. As long as you don't
mind where they come from. Right. Some of them, you can't show the
geographical location, without a star chart."
She said "Thank you! I'll have that list made. Should I assume that
not all will be so inexpensive?" I said "Put the size you want on the
list, and a reasonable price. I don't want to make your institution
poor, but my charity can really use the money. Try for a good
compromise. Do well, and I'll tell Chad not to haggle, which will
really annoy him." She laughed. I said "Have you seen my box Sharon
has?" She said "Yes, it's beautiful!" I said "Thanks. I mention it,
because I can enhance minerals like that, and better, for interesting
displays, if you might be interested. For instance, I have a gem
quality very light green tourmaline crystal a little smaller than this
one, that I plan to cut a spiral channel around it, and have miniature
gold and platinum people doing some mining in it." She said "I want it!
But I have to ask the museum director about how to justify it." I said
"You REALLY have some work to do! Make a list of the most important
cooperated. We said our farewells, and I ported home.
Chad was there, with Rose and Hawk. He said "We were well
entertained. You did play her emotions like a musical instrument. WELL
DONE!" I kissed him thanks. Then Hawk demanded one. I did it, and then
kissed Rose. Hawk said, "You're still watching the ships?" I said
"Sure. Not as hard as it sounds to her. MUCH harder, is my watch on
Tibet's border, but I didn't want to have to explain why to her." Rose
said "I want to see the one with the miners before you give it." I said
"It's going to have more in it, off the groove in little rooms.
Dioramas of everyday life." She said "I REALLY want to see it." I said
"Now?" They poked me yes. I ported it to stand in front of us, on a
slowly rotating platform, with lights shining into the crystal from the
bottom. They stared at it for a long time, absolutely entranced. Then
Rose turned to me like a fierce animal, and snarled, "You are NOT going
to give that to anybody!" I said "Easy there, Rose. It's a duplicate. I
would NEVER keep something like this from you." She kissed me in
apology. We all sat sharing love, for long time.
Then a very large clear quartz crystal appeared in front of us with
hollow spaces in it, looking like a tall asymmetrical building, with
people doing all kinds of things inside it, from children wrestling, to
families eating supper. Even domestic arguments, in precious metals,
and psychoactively moving. They said "Wow!" I said "I suppose I should
offer COPIES of that to the offplanet museums, with their own species
in it." Chad said "And without the active feature, to our museums, too.
The Met, for instance." I said "I might. After they get all the other
things they want." He said "Good idea." Rose said "He has a few." I
said "Got another. I just put a realistic color jade and gem large
miniature of the Smithsonian Castle in her office." Rose said "Going to
take some work to get it out of there." I said "That's why I put it on
a wheeled cart. Will just fit through the door, sideways." Hawk said
"She's making some noises." Chad said "You could have put it there
after hours." I said "But I didn't want to block her entrance." He said
"Just her exit?" I said "As it turns out, yes." They chuckled.
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