Stephen's Secure Blog #346
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 18 in this story, in the Winter of year 8 of his special
school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #346 "Paleo Presentation"
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The Jewelry of the Ages exhibit at the Met was well received. One
kind of art they had requested, caused some problems. They wanted real
copies of some lost art. I refused to make anything that could someday
be used in deception as a forgery. Sharon supported me on that, and not
because I threatened to stuff her office with more buildings, although
we did have some interesting "discussions" about that. I showed her
some videos of our evolutionary ancestors. She said "We can't show
that! Don't they do anything else but play with themselves?" I said in
amusement, "Evidently, not much. Except screwing." She said "Oh. You
must have left out a lot, then." I said "Sure did!" We laughed.
I had a meeting with the Yale professor. The Peabody Museum director
was there, and so was Sharon. After the introductions, the excited
director enthusiastically thanked me for the files I had provided about
what was in his museum. And kept thanking me, until the professor told
him to shut up for at least a second so I could acknowledge it.
Embarrassed, he did. Then he asked me, "What did the Ten Commandments
tablets look like?" I said "Do you think I know?" He said "If you
didn't see them in person, you could look and see." I said "They were
in more than one set. The first set er, kind of broke." He said "Moses
threw them down?" I said "Hmm, not exactly. Are you sure you want to
know? It impacts on religion and faith." He said "Please." I said "And
how much truth can you take?" He said "It's that serious?" I said
"Might be. And personal to me, too." He said "So, YOU were Moses. The
glow and hair, and saving a people."
I looked at the professor, and she burst out laughing. Then she
explained about my previous backhanded complement to her, and they all
laughed. I said "I was NOT a stone worker, and I didn't have any tools
with me to put what God told me on stone. My hands were an absolute
bloody mess. In climbing down from the mountain, I kind of dropped them
a little. Er, often." More laughter. I said "On the second trip,
Joshua, who was a FINE stoneworker, came with me, and made them. He
carried them down, too, and gave them to me just before we came within
sight of the camp. He needn't have bothered. My people were sick and
tired of being bored out of their minds, and many of them were having
an orgy, with people cheering them on and placing bets. They didn't
even notice me."
They laughed so hard, I was afraid somebody would get injured. They
quieted a little when I said, "Want to see the images you asked for?" I
projected them, of the various stone tablets. And the campsite, too. He
said "How do you do that?" I said "With a very strong mind, and some
other skills, one can do that by simply pushing the image from one's
mind into the air. Many in the Monasteries in Tibet can do it, but not
as well, yet. And they were surprised to learn that they could. One of
their lost arts, restored. And it was NOT uncommon in the past. Shamans
and priests of the old religions could do it, and they were often
chosen for the position based on that ability, which was usually aided
by drugs and drum rhythms. The duel of powers between Moses and the
Priests in Egypt, was with such illusions." There was a collective
"Oh!"
The professor said, "After all this time, it's surprising the story
of the Exodus is so accurate." I said "Er, not exactly. I take it that
your stoney silence is an expression of a desire for me to explain
that?" They chuckled affirmative. I said "I doubt that much of what was
written down then survived for long. Word of mouth did, but with a lot
of distorted versions. Until Daniel." The director said, "Of the lions
fame? [I nodded] He freed the Israelites. Oh, I see. You again!" I said
"You don't have to sound so disgusted at that." They laughed. I said
"Only a few wanted to give up their comfortable lives and return to
their homeland, so I wrote some Zionist er, motivation for that, which
worked, much to my surprise. I took all the old stories and firmed them
up with what I had seen in my dreams, which I didn't know at the time,
were from some of my past lives." They said "Wow!" I nodded. He said
"The lion story is true?" I said "People in the Bible didn't write the
Books and Gospels which were named after them, which was a common
practice in ancient times. But yes, it was true. In many of my lives,
including this one, I had a talent for communicating with animals." He
said "Joseph!" I said "I feel SO exposed!" They laughed.
To really change the subject, I made an image of a medium sized
raptor run madly around the room. That REALLY captured their attention!
My big grin made them laugh. I said "Yes, I can give you AVs of all the
dinos I have researched, including what looks like active cat scans.
Er, dino scans. Your problem, is what are you going to DO about them?"
The professor said, "You mean the public. They will know, eventually.
You've already shown them sculptures and paintings, but this is
different. Three dimensional, and not like animation. I don't have a
solution except just not commenting on that, except that you certify
accuracy." I said "Fine. But a delay in going fully public would be
appreciated." She said "I think we can occupy ourselves quite well with
them before letting other institutions steal all our thunder." The
director said "Absolutely!" I said "Who didn't see that coming?"
Laughter.
He said "What about early man?" Sharon burst out laughing. I said to
her, "Now you have to explain that." She laughed some more, and did
that, and they laughed. I said "And it wasn't just the males. With the
upright stance, came the shift of the female genitalia to the front,
for more er, convenient access. This resulted in the entire population
doing most work with just one hand." They laughed very well.
I said "Now we can talk about a collection, but not one in museums."
The professor sharpened her attention. I said "The first humans in
America were proto Japanese, starting about 40,000 years ago. At about
25,000 years ago, they were taken. What weren't taken were mostly
killed. Their population never recovered in America, and were absorbed
into newer populations. Here is what the slavers looked like." I
projected the image. I said "The humans were held as slaves for a long
time, until their masters died off in an interstellar war, and do not
exist today, but our human cousins do continue to exist, and look like
this." I showed them. There were some wows. The professor said "We
can't make this public. They would never believe the aliens are gone.
There would be world panic if they believed part of the story, and we
would all be discredited by the rest." I said "Yes. But the proto
Japanese being in America has long been suspected, and partially
authenticated. I can give you a list of sites which will provide more
proof. Well, one of my associates has a special interest in this area,
and has made one of his doctoral dissertations on the subject. So,
after more digging, you can go public with their confirmed existence in
America, but not the er, collection. If you want, I can ask my friend,
who is the foremost expert on proto Japanese, to confer with you. Oh,
he er, wants to." Sharon laughed, and explained, "They talk mentally
with each other all the time. Rose?" I said "Yes. Did it again." She
laughed some more, and said, "They're not good at keeping secrets among
themselves." I nodded dejectedly, and they chuckled.
I said "About other collection activity, well, it happened a lot, but
for animals and plants. Robots did it. Here is what one looked like,
and with its craft." I showed them the raptor collection. I said "It
wasn't entirely for museums. There are a lot of worlds out there that
have Earth's DNA all over them. In my past exploring out there, I had
wondered at some of the similarities I had found. Just too much of a
coincidence for intellectual comfort. Now I know more. I have yet to
see who was in charge of it. If I had a dollar for every wow I heard, I
could fill a bank." They laughed.
I said "So, now you know some things. What do we do next?" Sharon
said "We will update our early man exhibit, fully, after the Peabody
does." They nodded to each other. The professor said, "We request
everything you are willing to give to us, with the priority on early
man and early inhabitants in America. We would really like to know
where they all came from, and how." I said "In process. Some of it I
won't reveal, where it shows alien action." The director said, "It's
bad?" I said "Yes, and they will not ever do that to anybody ever
again. No more crashes like at Roswell. No more kidnappings and
experimentation. Nothing! NO alien ships may enter this system without
permission now, and we don't plan to give it any time soon." More wows.
The professor said, "Are all aliens that bad?" I said "Actually, only a
few types. And our proto Japanese cousins. Those former slaves now have
slaves of their own, of other intelligent species, but they don't know
we exist. Actually, some the worst people out there, originated on
Earth, and two kinds of them are partially my responsibility." Stunned
silence.
I said "I suspect you want to know about that. Oh, was I right!" Some
laughter. I said "A long time ago, the people on Earth at that time,
had a high tech civilization, and had even started colonizing near
space. Then there was a disaster, and most on the Earth died." The
professor said "I recognize that!" I said "Good thing the doors were
closed, or the whole State could be asking what you mean by that." Some
laughter. I said "Yes, published as fiction, like a lot of other lives,
but true. The first people who left for the stars eventually became
little pale large dark eyed pests, who experimented on us for thousands
of years, and destroyed extra talented people like me, whenever they
discovered them. They are called the Van. They didn't believe me, and
the whole world died." I cried, which they politely ignored. Not so
Rose, who ported in to hug me. I wiped my eyes, and said to the
director, "This is Rose, the second most powerful person we know of in
the galaxy, and the most beautiful, in my admittedly biased opinion. We
will be married in the spring." I did more in the way of introductions.
I said to Rose, "You told Ichi." She said, "I did, and I'm sorry. Er,
just like last time." I said "And the next?" She said "That, too." I
said to the others, "For us, giving knowledge to one of us who REALLY
wants it, is the second best gift of all." The director said "What is
the best gift?" I said "Ourselves. Well, we don't value objects. Love
is what we value most." Rose said "Ice cream is good." I said "Then you
can tell them why." She said "Don't think I won't!" She said to them,
"We who can see all, inside and out, without using our eyes, don't
bother to cover up at home. Yes, we are naturists." I said "Saves on
laundry, but not on heating." Some chuckles. She continued with,
"Eating ice cream can be a little messy. Drips and such." Sharon said
"I see where this is going." I said "Well, I think you have that
problem licked." They got it, and laughed. Rose said "You gave it
away!" I said "Oh, like you did with Ichi?"
Rose laughed, and said to the others, "Nobody should think they can
score on him." Sharon said "CNN sure knows that!" They agreed. Rose
said "That was nothing, compared what he did to the Russian music
people! My brother still laughs until he can't breathe, when he thinks
of that." I said "Which you just caused again." They wanted to know, so
I told them, and projected the picture. I said "After a few months,
they called and wanted me, and we said no, and why. They didn't take
that with the best of grace, and they demanded that I remove the
picture, which was still there, squawking at all who passed by. Well, I
didn't want the back of the picture to go to er, waste." Sharon said
"No! You didn't!" I said "Yep, I shore did! That human butt serenaded
them with the most human and juicy farts imaginable, for a whole hour,
before vanishing." They laughed really hard.
Rose said "The most amazing thing about that, and about all the bad
but very funny things he does to people, is that even with his terrific
sense of humor, they aren't funny to him. He doesn't enjoy or even like
doing it, but he does because he thinks he should, to balance things,
and to help them learn to be better people. That they are funny to us,
is so WE can learn from them, too. Well, who's ever going to forget
THAT?" The professor said, "I saw him in action at the Gallery. He
really is Enlightened." I said "Hey, HE is right here. If embarrassment
is your game, I aint playin!" Rose said "PLEASE, tell them about what
you did to the Chinese military in Tibet, and then why. Nobody figured
it out, so you had to tell them." I did, and they laughed a whole lot,
at the clubs turned dildos and then the naked soldiers. Then I said
"You can't hurt people very well with rubber er, sexual objects, and
the people you are attacking aren't likely to try to hurt you back,
while they are laughing at you. Worked, too. No serious injuries. And
being naked in that kind of cold, puts only one thing in your mind. Er,
warmth, and where to get it. They went home in a freezing hurry." They
laughed.
work to do, and here is is." I gave them a load of memory cards and
solid state hard drives. I said "Call on, well, next to me, unless you
want to get really friendly [laughter], when you want to give me more
projects to keep you more busy, so I can almost refuse." I said to
Rose, "You can almost hear their mental gears grinding." She said
"Well, who can be in neutral around you?" I said "Good one. Thanks." We
hugged and kissed. I stood, and said, "For your information, we all do
that to each other. Right. We don't bother with gender or orientation
issues. For us, love, and the physical expression of it, is all and
equal." We both hugged and kissed them with love, including me and the
director. He took it like a er, man.
Back at home, I said to Rose, "Maybe we should be doing more of this
together. The double-teem attack. Except for one little thing. This
embarrassing me you do, causes my presentation to grind to a halt, and
me to end things a little sooner than I plan to." This time Hawk poked
Rose, and Chad laughed. I said "Well, that's different." They all
laughed then. I said "It's not about me, it's the job first." Hawk
grabbed my nuts and said, "And this second and third." I said "No
argument there!" We smothered our laughter with loving kisses.
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