Stephen's Secure Blog #397
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 20 in this story, in Summer of year 10 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #397 "Museums and the Van"
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I sent Rose on the mission to recruit the Tibetan girl I had
identified in the radiation healing, and to rescue a Han boy in rural
China. Four other new students were invited and agreed to come to the
school. One was Hopi. His people were very happy about that. After
checking with Pete, we assigned Mgambe and Minnie to the Scientology
headquarters. Mgambe would be in charge of all the Scientology Guardian
activities, with Pete as overall Master of Education for all of us,
except for Tibet.
The DA who had apposed me on a death penalty case, resigned, and
didn't sue me. Other DAs have become more cooperative. Some States have
considered removing the death penalty. Some victim rights groups said
some things in opposition to my position. I answered that with, "I
don't oppose people having to suffer the consequences of their bad
actions. And society does have a right to protect itself by keeping its
violent criminals away from the public. If that doesn't involve the
government killing the innocent, or possible innocent. Do you REALLY
want the executioners to suffer the damage to their spirits that would
cause, to satisfy your bloody thirst for revenge? There is a vast
difference between revenge and justice. If it would make you feel
better to know that somebody else suffers, doesn't that mean you aren't
much better than they are? I'm not saying you should forgive them,
although it would be much better for YOU if you did, and for those who
look to you for guidance, because closure doesn't require that. But it
would make it better. If you really need to cause people to suffer to
make you feel better, consider that death is an end to the suffering
that is imposed by life in prison. If you don't think prisoners suffer,
try it for a while, yourself. I love and care for you. I wish what is
best for you and your families, even though it might not be exactly as
you think you want it to be. In time you may come to realize this.
Please be at peace." That helped some, and didn't help others. I least
I tried.
Sol and Kamala are doing very well. Ivanna and Percy had their first
child together, a girl, and are ready to start their next one. Mine.
They asked Rose first, and she told me about it. She said, when I was
cautious about her possible feelings, "Do it. You should for the
advancement of humanity, and because we love them and want what they
want for themselves. While I'm not going to have children now, I can
still have Percy while you're having Ivanna. It's definitely not going
to be any kind of a sacrifice for either of us!" I said "Hmm, invite
them over now?" She poked me, while she as laughing. But we did, and it
was a lot of fun. It didn't take right away, but we won't be sad about
having to try again.
I decided to make some real movies of past things, including all the
techniques I had learned in the movie making I had done before. I
showed some of them to the family. There were a lot of wows. I said "To
be released after I'm gone. I don't want to interfere with the movies
our production company is still working on." Chad said "You did the
multiple dubbing yourself?" I said "Yes." He said "Good acting!" I said
"Thanks, but I just copied the real people. I knew what they were
feeling." Then I gave him some TV shows I had created. Musical
performances with some talking. He said "Wow, a million times wow!" I
around, and there were more wows. I said "PBS might like them, and CDs
and DVDs for pledge premiums. We release a few to them per year. Like?"
He said "Like! I'll do it." Then I gave him some more of them, but they
were performances and lectures in musical theory, composition, and
conducting. He cried and hugged me tightly. I said "I didn't think they
were that bad." He said "Shut-up while I'm emoting." Hawk had to laugh.
I said "I've got more things in the works, but I'll wait a few days for
you to recover." He sat up right away, and said, "All done! Give." We
all laughed. I gave him a series on art. More wows. I said "There is
another set I'm working on, but it will never be finished. I keep
adding to it. When my time is almost up, I'll give you what I will have
then." Rose said, "You want people to remember the actual you, and not
what people wanted you to be." I said "Yes. "My life and what I want
people to learn from it, and from what I said to people. An
autobiography, and my teachings, such as they are. Anyway, even without
that, I'm far from finished writing." Chad said "Good. We want all you
can give us. Besides your sperm." Hawk said "And puns." I said "Right.
I had a meeting with the museums and Nat Geo. I said "I've got things
for you. How much, and what kind, we have to decide. First off, why did
some native American cultures worship by blood letting and cutting out
living hearts? In fact, all throughout known human history, blood,
animal and human, and spilling it, was used to send messages to the
Gods. Why? Some say because it was recognized as a life force, but
would the Gods really want that, and why? Then there is the idea of
sacrifice. Something we possess that we give up, to show our devotion
to the Gods. That could be part of it. But the living hearts of our
enemies, and even entire sports teams? Who ever thought of THAT? Even
more, what could make a society tolerate that? Does any of that sound
likely, or even possible? Doesn't it sound insane? Well, what if it
actually IS insanity. What if that insanity was externally imposed? Now
making movies. I've learned a little something about drama. Why waste
it?" Some smiles and nods.
I said "For tens of thousands of years, the Van have been practicing
experimental medical things on us. Hundreds per year. Being without
much feelings themselves, they didn't consider ours. So, they didn't
bother much with anesthetics. They would surreptitiously snatch people
at random, using a neural disruptor, a stun ray, bring them to a
station in space, do their nasty work, while their victims were awake
and screaming, and transport the survivors back, with their memories
fogged and manipulated. It was those fragmented memories which were
used to create what primitive man thought of as their Gods, and they
aped the medical experiments in their worship." They were dumfounded.
Then excited, with comments like, "It fits! It has to be right! I
thought of something like that, but not so completely tied together.
Well done!"
I said "Now, should we make that public? Consider the reaction, even
though the Van are not around any more. And there is one more thing.
What started my action against the Van, was purely by accident in my
last life. One time, they picked me." They all said "Wow!" I said "That
really wasn't what I was thinking when I woke up on the examination
table." They made some odd noises. I said "I made contact with their AI
computers, and they switched allegiance to me. We took over the
station, and made things happen so that all the Van had to go into
their suspended animation pods. But I was stuck there, under the moon.
I was too big to pilot their shuttles. I had to port home, but there
were strange forcefields that would interfere a little with that. I
could send all the information I had copied from the computers, but I
couldn't know if that was received, because of that interference. I had
to port home, knowing I would probably suffer brain damage. I did, and
I did. A few months later, I was healed and had recovered my memories,
but not my Adept powers. I found out that all the information I had
sent mind to mind had arrived, and hadn't overloaded my students.
That's how we learned the languages of the stars. I have a problem with
telling all that to the public." Sharon said, "I think I can guess why.
Too heroic. And painful." I nodded.
I said "But some of what they are going to ask me, and have already
asked me, requires the telling of that to answer them. I do NOT want
people to worship me! But then, all that is part of human history,
which fills in an awful lot of gaps in our knowledge of it." The Yale
professor said, "The only viable solution is for somebody else to tell
the story." I said "I was alone there. But the person who presided over
my recovery, when I was brain damaged and without memory, might not be
as believable as optimum, because of who he is. Tomba, the now Abbot of
the Buddhist Temple in DC, who I had rescued from slavery some time
before, and sent him there to recover from his abuse. I'm his hero,
which he won't hesitate to tell you at even the slightest prompt. I
ported to the Temple from the moon, knowing I would need their care.
They did bring in medical personnel, but I never left the special
psychically insulated room, until I recovered, in case the Van could
detect me. But when I did recover my memories, and not my powers, I
wanted to die. For me, even though it was a very big glass, it was half
full for a very long time. I had lost my powers, and half my super
genius intelligence. I had been the best in the galaxy, and then to me,
almost nothing. Much less of a person than my students. But I didn't
kill myself, which I could have with a thought. Too many people loved
me, and would be heartbroken. And I was still the best situation
manager, and had already made important plans." They nodded yes to
that. I said "So I stayed. And met Zander the long toothed alien, and
the rest of my life happened. There you have it. What we should do
about it, is up for consideration. Except embarrassment." More nodding,
with some fleeting smiles.
Sharon said "All of us here, collaborate on and share the authorship
of the story. When we publish it, we say that you don't want to discuss
it in public, because it's too personal and painful." Nat Geo said
"There is one part of that you haven't said; the reason why they were
doing medical experiments on us." I said "If I tell you now, you might
not be in a good frame of mind for doing what was just mentioned. I see
that won't satisfy you. Ready?" They nodded, a little fearfully. I told
them. They were, as expected, horrified. Sharon said, "Makes you even
more of a hero. But that's not the problem now. How will the public
react to THAT?" I said "I think we shouldn't tell them. Not during our
lifetimes, anyway. I see what some of you are thinking. Don't give me
that right to know bull er, crap. The people who were directly affected
aren't with us anymore. Except for me, anyway. And it's personal to ME.
Do they have the right to know what I was doing when they took me? I'll
tell you anyway. I was alone in a jungle camp my friends and I had used
to go all the way with our girlfriends for the first time, cleaning the
area. Yes, we had practically screwed our brains out. Do they have a
right to know that?" Sharon said "It's not the same thing, but I
understand what you mean. Governments keep secrets, and they really
would with this one." They nodded. I said "And they do a lot of
screwing with us, too." They all laughed really hard in reaction.
Sharon said "I'm surprised Rose isn't here now." I said "Our children
are er, keeping a breast of things." They chuckled. I said "I take care
of the end er, result. Actually, I feel REALLY stupid now. I've been
physically changing diapers. I could have used my psionics to clean
just the deposits, while they are still wearing them." Sharon said "And
will you?" I said "Er, no. Physical contact is beneficial, if not as
convenient." They nodded. I said "Rose just told me she thought of all
that long ago, and what took me so long." They chuckled.
I said "Here are some sites that could use some fingers poking in.
Here is how all the peoples in the New World got there, and their
histories, including the alien influences, all which I'll be publishing
soon, after you stake out the sites. Except one. I'll release that when
the movies come out. The Nagindra books are real." They nodded. I said
"I figure the impact that knowledge will have, could be a little less
after they see the movies. In about ten years, I'll tell them the Attin
series is real, too, and the first ships that left for the stars
eventually became the Van. The second departure became the Atlana,
named after Attin. If you want me to blow your minds some more, I could
get up on the table and tap dance." Some chuckles. I said "I could
give you sites that have evidence for the Attin stories, but you have
too much now, to occupy yourselves. So, get to work! The faster you do
that, the more and better things I can give you to blow your minds so
much, you'll all have to wear big towels as turbans, to contain the
mess." Some chuckles.
I said "Here's a card of my encounter with the Van, and this meeting,
and other related things. If your proposal is agreed to, please create
something of it for the public, and let me see and cry over it before
it's released." They agreed to that. I hugged them with all my love,
and ported home. To changeable babies, and hugs with love.
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