Stephen's Secure Blog #375
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 19 in this story, in Summer of year 9 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #375 "About Monsters"
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I did the third July 4th fireworks and love broadcast, and looked for
healing of autism. Another hour long interview was scheduled. Don
introduced me, and I responded with, "Another whole hour! Should I have
brought my own sauce for this grilling?" He laughed, and said, "That
won't be necessary." I said "Oh. Then I request a lot of garlic and
unfiltered honey." He laughed some more. I said "If I had known, I
could have done some marinading." He chuckled, and said, "Maybe next
time." I said "A question from last time, has a better answer now. I
looked for healing of autism, and found it. Gradual, but there." He
said "That's good news!" I said "I looked for an addiction cure I hoped
would be there, and it wasn't. Gambling." He said "You hoped?" I said
"Yes. I strongly disapprove of it, and for those who can't stop
gambling, it's harming a lot of people. I view the people who are
profiting off of their captive customers, as disgusting vampires who
are truly harming society." He said "Wow!" I said "That, too." He
almost choked. Then he had an idea, and said, "But real vampires, do
they exist?"
I sighed, and said, "Don, as soon as I said that word, I KNEW you
were going to ask that. Hey, stop looking like one of them." He
laughed. I said "My, what big teeth you have." He laughed some more,
and then said, "But you still haven't answered my question. Were you
trying to avoid answering?" I said "Who me?" He laughed some more. I
said "Er, did it work?" He said "No." I said "Er, do you mean the blood
licking bats of Central and South America?" He said "You were hoping I
would say yes, weren't you. No." I said "Now, was that nice?" He said
"So?" I said "Humans get sick from drinking human blood. An
evolutionary protection. People can't change biologically into other
animals, any more than they can survive a stake in the heart. But a
and said, "But aren't you a vegetarian?" I said "Now, but not in all my
lives." He said "You're still avoiding the issue." I said "But can you
guess why?" He said "Because there really are vampires?"
I said "Because if we keep talking about it, you might not have time
to ask really hard questions." He said "Didn't you just ruin that?" I
said "Well, I have to be honest, but we are still on the subject." He
said "Please answer it." I said "There are diseases that to the
unscientific mind could make people look and act like vampires and
werewolves to some surprised uneducated people. And there were a lot of
premature burials. Silver bullets are just a more expensive way to kill
people, and throwing holy water on people was probably the only bath
they had in months, and nothing more. There were and are no formerly
dead people who are afraid of crosses, who live in coffins and suck the
blood of pretty women to survive. There are some odd people who like to
believe they are vampires of myth, and do some dental work to look like
they think they should, and try to drink blood, and then have to throw
it up again, but they are just self deluded fools who are living a very
peculiar fantasy. There are no real blood drinking once dead vampire
people. Just some bats, and batty posturers." He almost choked. I said
"It's not healthy to try to choke back laughter. You might strain
something." He laughed. I nodded.
He said "You have a way with words." I said "I can take them away
aliens did?" I said, "I could, but I don't want to. Bad memories I
don't want to relive. How about a different kind of alien encounter?"
He said "Please." I said "A bunch of years ago, in my previous life, we
had some of my group watching for alien contacts. We tracked a
spaceship which landed in some woods in Maine. Our first responders
couldn't communicate with the alien that was outside the ship, when
they got there. I was called in to try my odd high pitch hearing, and
with a sound transducer and translator. In the mean time, we had
scanned the ship, and found that it was almost full of water, which was
reasonable, because the alien was a gigantic blue crab. That color was
the nicest shade of iridescent blue we had ever seen, and with a scan,
we discovered she was a female with eggs. She had landed in an
emergency on a water bearing world, ours, for some more water, but
miscalculated, and was too far from what she needed. We brought her
some samples of water to taste, and she chose one, and we filled up her
ship with that kind. She thanked us a lot, very graciously, and she
climbed back into her ship, looking a little odd to us, and took off.
As far as we know, she was the only one of her kind to ever land on
Earth. She was just passing by. We didn't find out where she was from,
and didn't understand her ship's star drive. We would have liked her to
have stayed and talked some more with us, but she was in a hurry to get
home to lay her eggs." We went to commercial.
When we came back, he said "That's a nice alien story. So aliens
aren't always bad." I said "What is good and bad to us, is a matter of
perspective. We are REALLY different. They might be doing something
right and proper for them, and it might be the opposite to us, and the
other way around. That actually happened with them, and started an
interstellar war." He said "Please tell us about it." I did, about the
crabs and the men with four arms. He said "So it was caused by a simple
biological and cultural misunderstanding!" I said "Yes. Tragic, isn't
it?" He said "Yes. Are there other kinds of aliens we are not
compatible with?" I said "Yes, but those who are very incompatible,
don't do much with each other. It's just not worth the trouble." He
said "What about diseases?" I said "There are standards, and we comply
with them, but diseases between aliens just aren't compatible with each
other. Smell, though, is a different matter altogether!" He said "So
Well, I suppose so. But I was asking about, er, odors." I said "Yes,
but in politeness, you have to get used to them. But that isn't all.
Some aliens look VERY peculiar to us." He said "In what way?" I said
"Well, remember the alien ships we sent back with the hippy graffiti?"
He chuckled. I said "They were fur covered centaurs. That wasn't so
odd, but wearing what looked like Sam Brown gun belts and cowboy boots,
and nothing else, sure was." He laughed, and said, "I can just imagine
that."
Don said "The blue aliens came here looking for you to stop a war?" I
said "Yes. They are from VERY far away, and didn't know that in our own
area of space, we are known for doing that; mediating interstellar
conflicts, but they suspected we could do some unusual things that
might help stop the war." He said "But you don't stop wars here?" I
said "I haven't been asked to, and it's an entirely different thing.
Interstellar travel is slow, about like sailing ships of two hundred
years ago, and that's the only way of communicating between stars they
have, too. And it's horribly expensive. It's VERY easy for people who
can port, to stop an interstellar war; just port their ships back to
their planets, until we get a chance to resolve the conflict, not that
we have usually needed to. The power we show in doing other things gets
them to REALLY listen to us. On the surface of a planet, it isn't like
that, and we can't fix societies, and wouldn't if we could. They need
to evolve from within. Even with what I did for Tibet, I'm not ruling
it, they are. We do not rule anybody." He said "That power. Doesn't
that make them afraid of you?" I said "It doesn't make them afraid of
us, because they see who we are, and feel our love. Are YOU afraid of
me?" He said "I see what you mean. I'm not in the least. I see
something else. When the people of Earth go out to the stars, because
of what you've done, we are going to be VERY well respected!" I said
"And that's one of the reasons we are doing it. We call it Preparing
the Way."
He said "Wow! I have to thank you for that!" I said "I have a feeling
that some won't feel that way." He said "True, but that's normal for
us. The diversity you like." I said with a grin, "I should be careful
what I say here." He grinned back and said, "Don't!" We laughed. He
said "Why are you doing that?" I said "With power, comes
responsibility. We do, because we can, therefore we should, but
wisely."
He said "I suspected that. Thanks. Change of topic. You've been in
discussion with some religions." I said "I have, and some of that
wasn't all that much fun." He said, "I can imagine! Have you talked
with those in Islam?" I said "Talked about Islam to those in it? No, I
haven't. It's very difficult to find anybody in authority to do that
with, because that religion, and the countries and cultures that are
involved, are so fractured into so many opposing groups with different
views and practices, I don't know where to start. If I speak with one,
will the others take offense and go to war? I do NOT want to be the
cause of that, added to what they are already doing to themselves. But
I do have a comment. Fighting a war is one thing, but terrorism is
something altogether different. I know this more than anybody, because
I was a terrorist myself in some past lives."
He said "Please explain!" I said "You KNOW I was going to." He tried
not to laugh. I said to the camera, "In old times, terrorism was a
common practice. You needed to make your enemy terrified of you,
particularly if they outnumbered you and had better weapons, if you
wanted to conquer more of them. Genghis Khan knew that very well. I
know that, because he killed me when he was 18, in a duel. Before that,
we terrorized many villages. He went on to do that to most of Asia. It
obviously worked. When you completely destroy a village, and torture to
death every man, woman, and child in it, the next village is much more
likely to surrender without a fight. It worked VERY well then, but in
these modern times of fast communication and travel, and modern
weapons, it doesn't work so well. Now it's only a political tool used
by desperate criminals who have nothing much to lose. That's right. I
said CRIMINALS, not warriors, soldiers, or anything else honorable. The
Prophet has charged us with the Allah given duty to protect the
innocent. Those who violate that sacred trust will NOT see paradise!
That is not subject to interpretation or expediency. You must not only
not harm the innocent, you protect them with your very lives! No matter
how they worship Allah, and however they name Him, the innocent are
still the innocent, and you are required to protect them. Those men who
are not PERSONALLY attempting to kill you, are innocent. ALL women who
are not soldiers who are not shooting at you, are innocent. ALL
children are innocent. You harm any of them, even by accident, what you
experience after you leave this life will make you regret that act
forever!"
Don said in surprise, "Very strong words!" I said "I'm not finished!
There is also a prohibition against suicide. Most religions have that,
so Islam is not unique in that way. It is NOT the way to attain
paradise, but the opposite. There is more. It has happened more than
once that an innocent girl, a child, was coerced into wearing a bomb,
and setting it off to kill herself and more innocent people. Making an
innocent kill more innocents is an absolute disgrace! You shame ALL of
Islam with that! You who do that are NOT acting for Allah, and you are
NOT of Islam, but you ARE a despicable criminal of the very worst kind.
I do not punish, but in justice, I can do something worse. Now hear
this! To those who make and cause suicide bombing to happen, I will
find you, and I will make you feel all the pain and suffering you have
caused, every hour of every day for the rest of your life, and you will
NOT be allowed to kill yourself for one month. By your agonized
screaming, you will be known as the cowardly criminals you are. Why do
I do this? The God I know has many names, and one of them is Allah. I
must be true to him and his will. Am I of Islam? I have been so, many
times in my lives. And in many other religions as well. Those who would
deny this, will know how wrong they were, when they face their
judgement when their present life ends."
Don was absolutely stunned. We went to a commercial. I said "I really
did it this time." He could only nod. I said "With power, comes
responsibility. That's not just a trite saying." He nodded some more. I
said "Now seemed like the right time for it." Len said in the air, "Did
you plan this?" I said "No. I trust myself to do what I should do, when
I should. Sometimes I don't even know who's will moves me, God's, or my
own." Dead silence. I said "Hmm, such silence. Convenient if I wanted
to hear a pin drop." They had to laugh.
We came back from break, and Don said, "You would really do all
that?" I said "Done it. Just now, in Pakistan and Afghanistan." I gave
him the names and locations. Don said to the camera, "When we have
verification, we'll break in and announce it." I said "So, what's the
next question?" He said "I'm afraid to ask any." I said "I'm not too
unhappy with that." He looked desperate, and then relaxed, and said,
"How's your family?" I said "Rose is great, and Sol, our son, is just
perfect, in our admittedly biased opinion. Did that give you enough
time to think of another question?" He laughed, and said, "Actually,
no. Alright, how did you do what you just did in those countries?" I
said "I had a light continuous scan web going on from an independent
compartment in my mind, looking for bomb type explosions. One triggers
a capture of the feelings of the victims, and another mind compartment
backtracks the bomb and finds the makers, and then implants the
feelings of the victims and the prohibition against suicide. It's all
set up to be automatic, so that it will happen even while I'm
sleeping." He said "Wow! Can your students to that?"
I said "Yes, some of my students can do that, if not quite as fast."
He said "Will they be doing that?" I said "They don't need to do it for
bombs, while I'm doing it. After I'm gone, it will be their decision
what they do in that area." He said "Do you want them to?" I said "I
don't rule them, but we do have the same ethics and goals. Hawk just
asked me why I didn't do it before. They wouldn't have done it if they
had thought of it, because they know I'm working on higher authority,
and don't want to interfere with what I'm doing or not doing." He said
near me can feel it. And one other did. Annoying interruptions,
actually." He said "Wow!" I said "I hear that then, too." He almost
choked.
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