Stephen's Secure Blog #365
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 Winter of year 9 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #365 "Sax and Violins"
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Father Paolo said, "I don't know how I can play so well, after so
long not playing." I said "It's er, hard to forget old habits, when
you're thinking about sax." They laughed a lot, with Hawk being the
loudest, again. Rose said "We've seen this before. The instrument fits
you so well, it's like it almost plays itself." He looked in surprise
at her, and said, "I think you're right. It's amazing!" I said "It's a
sax. Hmm, it's not something you can put in your pocket. When it's not
in your mouth, where do you want it?" He said "I can keep it?" I said
"You have to. I made it for you, and it wouldn't like another to play
it." He stared at the sax, and said, "It has feelings?" I said "You
know the answer to that. Much of what I make does, and most so when
it's for somebody I know." Rose and Hawk were nodding. He stroked the
neck of the sax, and exclaimed, "Yes! It loves me!" I said "Naturally,
but doing that won't make it longer." More laughter, with Hawk almost
collapsing to the floor.
Rose stood, and said, "Please excuse me." She ported away. I said to
the others, "We do all kinds of work helping people in a lot of
different places, that we don't make public. Sometimes we need to be
there in person." The music department head said, "Would you tell us
what she is doing?" I said "Only a little. People are not good at
keeping our secrets. She has gone to rescue a child who has great
psionic potential, who is about to be killed because of that. No, I'm
not going to tell you where, or any more about it, except that we watch
for these things, and more."
I said "So, Paolo, where do you want the case and contents to be? Oh,
and yourself, too. It's very late for you. You're eyelids are drooping,
and not even fantasies about sax, are going to keep you awake for er,
long." Laughter. He gave me an address in DC, and I ported him there.
Hawk left, too. I said to the group. "Jumping all over the world,
doesn't help biorhythms much." The head said, "And with you?" I said
"Adepts can regulate their own biorhythms, consciously, with training."
He said "Can anybody be an Adept?" I said "Like anything else which
uses the body and mind intensely, the student must have the talent and
aptitude for it, and there are degrees of that. For example, how many
martial arts students ever reach tenth degree black belt? Or something
more in keeping with this department, how many students who study the
violin, ever develop perfect pitch?" He said to the class, "The
important thing is to recognize our talents, and develop them with hard
work." I said "And not so much sax and violins." They had to laugh. He
said to me, "Have you hugged Father Paolo?" I said "Yes, and the Pope."
He nodded in understanding. The students wanted to know the
significance of that. He gave me an enquiring look, and I nodded. I
opened my arms, and he motioned a student to me, who I hugged with all
my love. He helped him away. I hugged the other students in turn, and
then the head. Then I said farewell, and ported home.
Rose, with my arm around her, said, "He's really good." Hawk, with my
other arm around him, said, "And he would play an instrument we can
make puns with." I said "Convenient, for sure." Rose said "I'll ask our
clergy contacts for good jazz musicians. Bound to be some." Hawk said
"Eli plays the banjo, and he's very good." I said "I didn't know that.
But is he clergy?" He said "Only a Lay Minister." I said "Oh, that sax
thing again." Hawk poked me, and said, "You owe me; I set that up for
you." I said "And what do I owe you?" He wiggled his butt against me. I
said "Oh, screw you!" He said "Right!" And so I did. We three did a lot
of other things, too. It was a lot of fun. Ichi ported in, and we
included him in the fun. Then Grace and Mgambe. We had a lot of very
good fun, and a whole bunch of orgasms. It's great to be us.
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