Stephen's Secure Blog #383
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 Fall and Winter of year 10 of his
special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #383 "Masada Preview"
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I did some more work on the Masada project, and then scored it. Then
we showed it to some sample audiences and at some festivals, and it had
mixed reviews. We took that criticism, and made some changes, which
were actually not that big a deal. Then we showed it around some more,
and they loved it. There was a lot of buzz about it, mostly because I
was so much involved in it. A big movie distributing company offered to
distribute it, which was the only real way to go for a successful
mainstream movie. Chad laughed in their faces, at the financials and
rights they offered. They didn't take offense, and negotiated some
more. Chad used that to shop around, and had a lot of offers then,
which he brought back to the first company, who gave us what we wanted.
They would distribute for a percentage of the gross, but we retained
all rights and trademarks, and we had final approval on all
advertisements. Any violations on their parts, and we walk, and never
use them again. They really sounded like they were in pain over that
part. Made Hawk laugh, as usual. We were right to demand that. What
they wanted to use to promote it was horrible. We made some ourselves,
and they received a very good response. The distributor liked that so
much, they wanted us to do that for other movies they were working
with. We had a meeting.
I said "Our ads are the result of a consulting psychologist, a social
psychologist, a sociologist, an anthropologist, a marketing and
business expert, and a world famous artist. If you hire all those, you
can achieve what we did. Be cheap, you get cheap. I do not support
cheap." The CEO said "Please give us their names, so we can see if they
can work for us." Chad and the director laughed. Chad said "You already
know. All those experts are Stephen. He's a lot more, too. And no, you
can't have him. He has other work to do. Find your own experts. They
won't be as good as Stephen, but at least they have an example to try
to follow." Hawk was REALLY laughing in my mind. The CEO and his staff
were unhappy with that, but resigned to it. The movie will premiere in
Israel, in a limited way. Then New York, and the rest of America, and
then the rest of the world, starting in the new year.
I offered a private screening to National Geographic and the B'nai
B'rith. They accepted. We did it at the Nat Geo movie room. They had
invited a lot of special guests, including most of the Israeli embassy.
The Secretary of State was there. So was our director. So was Sharon of
the Smithsonian. We made sure to have a lot of boxes of tissues
available. It was that kind of movie. It started, and the audience was
captivated through the whole thing. They used up a LOT of tissues. They
had a lot of praise for us. Then they had questions. President of Geo
said, "First, thank you for the site in Egypt you gave us. It's going
better than we ever hoped! We noticed your early man exhibit you have
updated for the Smithsonian. Can you do something like that for us,
too?" I said "And real life movies, too. But there is a problem. I
refuse to perform sexual surgery on them. Yes, they had gonads, and
couldn't keep their hands away from them, too." Some laughter. I said
"If they hadn't invented clothes, they probably wouldn't have had hands
free enough to invent anything else." More laughter. I said "They made
Bonobos look like Priests in comparison. Er, sorry, Paolo." He laughed
with the rest. I said "If you're interested, we could set up an
appointment where I could show you the possibilities. And if you want
He said "Can you give us a complete species family tree?" I said "I
can, but I won't. Not yet. There are some things which are better left
undiscovered now. In ten years, maybe, if I have and take the
opportunity to prepare the public. Ah! Speculation would be so unwise,
as to be detrimental to all. Don't worry, I'm in process with things
which will really capture your attention, for the prehistoric Americas,
to be released sometime next year. So, don't worry if I'll forget you.
Not that you would let me." Some laughter. I said "A little teaser. I
know why they worshiped their Gods by cutting the hearts out of
people." One said "And piercing their foreskins?" I said "How many
males here, wish he hadn't mentioned that?" Some laughter. I said
"That, too. There are standard anthropological reasonings for that, but
there was much more to it. So if you're dying to know, well, you'll
just have to wait for your next incarnation. So don't die. Just wait."
Some chuckles. The party wound down, and we left.
At the private meeting with Nat Geo, the president said, "You can
tell me." We knew I knew what he meant. I said "You've already guessed
correctly some of it." He said "Aliens." I said "Those pesky little
critters really messed with us throughout our history, for two reasons.
One is now public; to kill people like me who could discover what they
were really doing. The other reason, which was why they were here in
the first place, is the stuff of nightmares. Literally. I have to go
very carefully in slowly revealing that to the public, or we will be
ruined as a people." He said "I should say wow, but I expected
something like this, after the governments admitted to having the alien
things. I still can't believe they actually did that. Your doing?" I
said with a grin, "Depends on how you view it. The President of China
did it first, because he thought that was what I wanted. He learned the
hard way, that what I want is a good thing for all." He had to laugh.
Then he laughed some more. I nodded.
He said "Medical experiments." I said "Yes. Horrible ones. But the
reason for them is most horrible. If you can think of it, you would be
too demented to be let out of a lockup." He said "Then I'd better not
think of what I'm thinking of. Did they actually change us?" I said
"No, not in any way, except to retard our evolution a little. They
needed to have more intelligence to understand what they were after,
and to succeed, than they had, or ever would have. They had stopped
their own evolution, and had even regressed. None of them had an IQ
over 122, and had almost no creativity. The tragic paradox is they
could have achieved what they wanted, if they hadn't needed to." He
nodded.
He said "No other aliens did bad things to us?" I said "Depends on
what you mean by bad. Not as a policy, no, except once, that I know of.
But then, classifying the Van as aliens, is open to some controversy.
They originally came from Earth." He said "Wow!" I said "Ha! Finally
got it from you!" He had to laugh. I said "No more for now, but you
should see why I'm not going to give you a complete history now." We
talked more about their exhibit, and I showed him illusions of what I
could provide. We made choices. I said "Now we get a little strange."
He laughed. I waited for him to stop, and said, "I can make all the
changes now, almost instantly, if you want, if you tell me where to put
what I would replace." I cupped my ear in anticipation. He said "Oh,
alright. Wow!" I nodded, and he laughed. We did that.
He said "Can we use you in advertisement?" I said "I have two
opinions on that. The personal one is, I really don't need the
embarrassment. The other, more powerful one is, do what is best for Nat
Geo and the public. But really please, don't use my picture. I try to
not help people to worship me." He said very seriously, "Lost cause." I
said "But I have to try." He said "But at least this time, it's
somebody worthy." I accused, "Have you been talking to my brother in
law?" He laughed. I said "He's laughing harder. Yes, we maintain a
light mental contact all the time. It's something of a requirement for
us, my students and I. We are too powerful to risk a brain fault making
us lose control. If one of us becomes irrational beyond control or
correction, two of us die; the one who is sick, and the one who killed
him, who would be destroyed in the process. We will NEVER give the
public any reason to be afraid of us." He said a silent wow, and shed
some tears. I hugged him with all my love, and then said, "Call me when
you need to. Farewell." I gave him a hard drive of early man videos,
labeled on the outside, and ported home.
Rose said "Think he will tell?" I said "I don't know. If he does, it
will save me some work. If he doesn't, I will do it my way when I want
to. You see, what is the right opportunity for him, isn't for me, and
vice versa. We are different people in different settings. Whatever
happens, I will make it work." Hawk said "Now I understand more of how
you work, and why you've done some of the things you did. I have to say
wow." Rose said "I suspected some of that, but still, I have to agree."
I said "I don't." I got poked. We laughed with love.
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