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Subject: +*+*+*+ Stephen's Secure Blog #358 "Universities in Tibet" +*+*+*+
Date: Mon, 21 Jul 2014 18:00:41 -0400
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Stephen's Secure Blog #358
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 Summer of year 8 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #358 "Universities in Tibet"
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Rose is pregnant. DNA says it's going to be a boy. He'll have some of
my subtle genetic enhancements. It's too soon to see what else, because
he isn't much more than a few unspecialized cells now. Naturally, we
are happy. We aren't celebrating it, because we couldn't possibly be
doing any more screwing than we already are, and have time for anything
else. And with friends, too. Dan, Chad, Pete, and Ichi, are almost
living with us. It's not official, and they still spend time in their
usual homes, but most of their home time is with us, and by "us", I
mean me, Rose, and Hawk. Rose's parents haven't moved in with us yet.
Their property adjoins ours, so it's easy to visit, walking, or using
the Port-All, and they do a lot. Cress splits her time between homes.
We have a lot of the school kids visiting all the time. Cress usually
manages that. We are a naturist household. Sometimes Cress forgets to
dress when she ports to her parent's place, from ours. I showed her how
to make a 4th shield which would act like clothes, which would be
automatically in place when she was there, unless she consciously
turned it off. It worked so well, the other kids wanted it too, so I
put it in a crystal and passed it around. It had a large catalog of
clothing to choose from.
Ivanna and Percy got married soon after we did. They expect to be
expecting soon. They plan to have more children, and by other men. I
doubt that any they select would have any problems with helping. They
want Hawk, first. Their household is naturist, too. We visit each other
sometimes. Other Adept couples are forming, and I expect most will
produce children. With the genetic manipulation of the stoned beds to
make psionics dominant, it's almost a sure thing all our children will
be Adepts, too. That could be one of the reasons for the increased
desire for children, over previous generations.
The US universities that are going to be in Tibet, sent me their
requests and plans for their sites. I met with them, and the meetings
went much like the one at UMD. After polite things, I said, "I've
reviewed your requests. I'll give you the kitchen sink, but all those
government! You do NOT have to throw all the shit at the wall you can
find, and hope that at least half of it sticks. Got it?" There was a
combination of shocked and embarrassed laughter. I said "So, what do
you really need? Oh, and remember, the land isn't free. True, it isn't
worth much now, but what did you think would happen to the value of it,
and next to those sites, with all this er, stuff on it? Oh, you did
know. Did you think you could pull the wool over my eyes? So you did,
if your sheepish looks are any indication of how baaaad you were." At
their variety of odd expressions, I said "Should I finish that off with
my wolfish grin?" There were some choking sounds. I said "By hook or
crook, we're going to shepherd all these proposals into one manageable
herd." Groans. I said "Hmm, how many of you didn't know that the hook
or crook saying came from the shepherd's staff? And a pruning hook,
too." Some hands. I said "Well, fixed that. Now, let's do the rest." We
did. I did the same at the other universities. Then I took the
proposals to the various government agencies in Tibet. The government
bought the land that it didn't already own, and set up hundred year
leases for reasonable rents. Then Pete and Jan set up another division
in Horizon Enterprises, to manage the financials as a subsidiary
corporation in Tibet.
I brought the documents back to the schools, and they had their legal
departments look at everything. That took only a week, because I told
them the first in, of the universities, got the best of me. And I got
some frustrated dirty looks from them in return. My big grin didn't
help that. Then I built everything we had agreed on. They are now over
there and setting things up. The archeologists are already working on
the list of sites I gave them, because the digging season, which is the
Summer, is very short there. Frozen ground isn't very cooperative.
They've already uncovered some spectacular finds. Unfortunately, there
were some pilfering issues. Madia volunteered to watch for that,
because of her interest in archeology, and corrected the problem. We
hugged and kissed a lot. She supervises it all, now, and lets me know
when the best time is, for me to add some gold to a find, to help fund
the country.
I asked some of the universities to work on some pilot soil and
hydroponics greenhouse projects, so we can increase the production of
human consumable plants. With my building methods, and free power, they
were happy to do that. Then I told them to figure out something that
didn't have any of my tech in it, so an ordinary farmer could build and
operate it. That's going well, and we are setting up an agricultural
bank to handle the financials for farming that way. Our boys and men
are in the Monasteries, so we are using girls and women outside of them
to manage the other things. They had really wanted to help, and are
happy to have some interesting things to do on Earth for a change.
Srinoy, Eli, and Lisa are in charge of everything, and have big offices
I built for them at Sera, and Lisa has another office in the Government
Center, where she is very respected.
In the American news, the excavations in the NorthWest have almost
definitively proven that the Proto Japanese were in North America
before anybody else. Ichi helped with that, and received a lot of the
credit for it, too, which we celebrated the usual way. Then I gave a
new SF series of books to Chad for publishing. After he read the
crystal, he said, "Wow! Great writing! The true story of how the Proto
Japanese from Earth became the Nagindra. They really suffered, but were
heroic, too, at times. I'll use the same pen name we used for the Attin
series. Oh, and great illustrations, too." I said "Thanks. Their story
should be told, and we get to make money and entertain our readers. We
all win." We hugged and kissed. He said "I'm getting comments
indicating that some people are suspecting, with your mention of how
far back your past lives go, that you could have written the Attin
books, and might even have been her as a real person. You knew that
would happen." I said "Naturally. I'm not going to acknowledge it for a
while. Maybe never. We'll just have to see how that cookie bounces." I
got poked.
Chad said "There is something else. A few people are comparing you to
Jesus, and it's not you who is coming up short." I said "Would he be
cross about that?" I got really poked. I said "Yes, it's serious. I
wish I could stop it, but even just trying, would make it worse." He
said "In my opinion, what makes it worse, is it's true. It's one thing
to try to refute something that's not true, but we can't attack the
truth, no matter how much it embarrasses you." I said "All I can do is
ignore it, if it isn't pushed on me directly. Or, maybe I could post a
sex video on the internet, with Rose whipping me, and Hawk acting like
hear in our minds, Hawk laughing wildly at that.
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