Stephen's Secure Blog #404
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 Winter of year 11 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #404 "Another Politician"
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There were a lot interesting things said about my latest rant on CNN.
Some were nice and supportive, and some were nasty and even life
threatening, and some tried to misquote me, which CNN jumped on with a
lot of well heeled feet. I responded to comments about my statement
about making America into a backward country, with; "Of all developed
countries, America isn't anywhere near the top in education, especially
in math and the sciences, general health care, care for the disabled,
and even in the general standard of living. America used to be at the
top of those lists. You aren't just making the once great America
backward, and reversing its standing in the world, you have actually
succeeded! You Conservatives must be very proud of yourselves for such
a job well done, but not so much you are tempted to rest on your
laurels. You are working ever harder to make America's decline even
more rapid. Now about the word I used, backward. You didn't like it.
Truth hurts, doesn't it. You want America to be in compliance with a
one thousand seven hundred and eleven year old often contradictory
document which was selectively put together to help an Emperor of
ancient Rome rule with a new State Religion, which I helped to create
in past lives, which has been often purposely mistranslated. If THAT
isn't backward, you don't know what the word means. So, there you have
it. If you want to show me some evidence and facts which go against
anything I have said, come and present it to me on one of my news
interview shows. I wonder if anybody actually believes that will ever
happen."
That statement drew even more comments of the same kinds, but nobody
agreed to face me in public. Well, there was Bill Maher. He called
right after the broadcast, almost speechless. I said "This is a first.
Somebody I know calls me, and is too excited to even squeak at me."
Then he squeaked, because that was all he could do. Then he moaned, "My
show is on hiatus, and won't be back on air for a month! How could you
DO this to me!" I said "Very well, thank you." He actually gurgled. I
said "Hey, I love you and what you do, but I don't and can't make my
schedule around you. I got my first politician approval request, and
had to strike while the iron was hot, and after Don gave me the
opening. So stop complaining. You know you love it." He sighed, and
said, "Right. Sorry. I do love it." I said "Must have been the weed
affecting you." He laughed. He said "I hope they take you more
seriously than they do me." I said "Oh they have! Judging by the number
of death threats. Want to hear one of my replies I'm getting ready to
send out?" He did, and I told him, and he said, "Even better! But you
didn't use the F word." I said "Just give me a chance. You know it'll
come. When it does, well, at least you didn't trademark 'fantasy'." He
laughed. I said "I don't want to use YOUR word too often. They might
start thinking we're the same person, and I don't even smoke." He
laughed some more, and we ended the conversation.
A Democrat wanted my approval. He was considering running for
congress. I did the same interview with him, porting him in at his
request. It didn't go well. He made confused and contradictory
statements, and volunteered unasked for opinions. He was too full of
himself to notice my negative reaction to that. At the end, I said,
"Have you told anybody you were going to do this?" He said "Yes, all my
staff. Some didn't like it. Said you wouldn't approve me. Advised me
not to do it." I said "Why didn't you take their advice?" He said "I'm
the one who's running for office! I make the decisions." I said "Did
you tell anybody else?" He said "News release should be out now." I
said "How would you like me to make the results public?" He said
"Anyway you want to, is fine with me." I said "What if the result is
negative?" He said "I figure if you approved a Republican, I can't
lose." I said "Your local TV stations are reporting your statement." He
said "How do you know that?" I said "I can access the transmissions
directly with my mind. My manager is receiving requests for information
already. He's annoyed, but that's not unusual." He laughed. I said
"I'll send the announcement, with my decision, tomorrow, to the news
services. It could be just approval or disapproval, or include
appraisals like I did for the last one, or a recording of this entire
interview. What would you prefer?" He said "Did you offer those choices
to the other guy?" I said "No, only when to announce it." He said
"Everything but the recording is fine." I said "You should know, which
is in the specifics, that if it is disapproval, and I'm asked for the
recording, I may provide it." He said "Yes Right. Won't happen.
Thanks." That ended the interview, and I ported him back to his office.
I asked for a meeting with Len. I said, after porting to his office,
"I've interviewed another political candidate. A Democrat. He thought
he had it made." Len said, "Let me guess. A perfect slimeball." I said
"He wasn't perfect." He laughed. I played the recording. When it was
done, Len said, "Wow!" I said "Confirmation of your judgement." He said
"Absolutely! What are you going to do about it?" I said "I'd rather not
release the full recording, so other applicants won't know what
questions will be asked, so they can't prepare for them. But I think I
might have to. If I just say I disapprove of him, he will demand to
know why. And then to dispute that, he'll demand the recording be
published. Somewhere along that, some of his staff will desert his
discussing doing the same thing, right in front of the candidate, who's
about ready to explode. No, I'm not actually violating their privacy.
Their glassed in strip mall office is open to the sidewalk. Anybody
outside there can see and hear their er, discussion." He grinned at my
understatement. I said "Oh no, one did it! He said to his soon to be
former boss, that his only chance now is to beg me not to release my
decision. He fired the guy. Later, I should ask the aid if he wants my
recommendation on his resume. The slimeball is still fuming. If he
doesn't ask me to stop my announcement before tomorrow afternoon, I'll
do it in full, like the other one. And let the potato chips crunch
where they may. This guy should NOT waddle for office." He had to
laugh.
By the time I was ready to make the announcement, I still hadn't
heard from him. So I made it. I listed his name, district, party, and
what he was running for. I said "He came to me for possible approval,
against the strong advice of his staff, he told me, who said he
wouldn't be approved. That is one of the reasons why he isn't. Such an
office he aspires to, is run by a team. Its leader can be no better
than the staff, and a leader who is unwilling to accept good advice,
will be dangerously incompetent. That he assumed I would approve him
solely because he is a Democrat, illustrates that he values egoist
wishful thinking over research and fact. I do not approve of him for
any elected office, and warn people that even those who want to be
dominated and emotionally abused, when they aren't being ignored,
should not seek employment with him. However, I do approve of his
staff." I listed their names, and said, "And I recommend their gainful
employment as wise and competent people, who I think should be
available soon, if not immediately." I read that off to Len, while I
was sending the email, and he laughed his head almost off his
shoulders. I said "Going to run it?" He laughed again. I said "I should
take that as a yes." More laughter. I said "If I charged by the laugh,
you would be taking a second job." He laughed again. I said "Brother to
They ran it right away, as breaking news. There was a LOT of comment
about it, but hardly any of it was critical of me. Fox really ran with
it, saying it was proof that I'm fair, and with a great way with words.
They were the only news people who couldn't keep from smiling. I called
their president. He said "I expected your call." I said "I just wanted
to tell you that I enjoyed the irrepressible smiles your reporters
couldn't keep off their faces, when they reported on that
announcement." He laughed, and said, "So did I. A big surprise, and
funny, too. How did they take it at CNN?" I said "I'll tell you if you
promise to keep it to yourself." He laughed, and said, "That bad? I
agree." I said "The producer I read it out loud to, had hysterics. So
bad, I had to hang up, rather than attempt a discussion with him." He
laughed. I said "Right, like that." He laughed some more. I said "I've
got a different one for you, if you don't repeat it." He said "Agreed.
Shoot!" I said "I think you might have wondered how I keep CNN in such
tight rein, that they do what I want. You. I threaten to switch
hysterical with laughter. When he wound down, I said, "I'm working on
some projects to offer some networks. What won't work for PBS, you will
have the first go at. No, I'm not going to tell you now. Not even if
you have a bib handy." He laughed. We concluded our conversation.
We've been trying, and finally it happened. Ivanna is pregnant with
my son. We are all very happy about it. Grace came to me. She said "I
heard. Congrats. Gave me an idea." I said "But you can't make Ivanna
pregnant." She poked me. I said "I get the er, point. Why not try it
with a gay boy? Double trouble. Interesting experiment. Could do
artificial." She said "Good thought, but if natural, limited time." I
said "Ask Rose. Really want to go against orientation?" She said "With
you, no negative. Never had. Link will help." I said "If Rose is with
it, I think part of me already voted." She said with a grin, "Noted."
Rose agreed, and we did a foursome with Hawk, often. Within two weeks
she was pregnant with a girl. There was a lot of other interest then. I
had to serve notice that I wouldn't do it with anybody under 18, and if
straight, preferably after they had already had one with their
committed, and it wouldn't go public that I was the father through
having sex with them. Some more couples formed soon after that, which
made Hawk, and even Rose, laugh. Chad, more so, actually. He said "They
could have used your deposits. It's YOU they wanted." I said "They
should know they didn't have to go that far for that." He said "Right,
but with us, natural conception is almost the only way to go. The
combined spirits DOES matter to the child." I said "No proof of that,
but I wouldn't be surprised if it's true. But I feel so USED." He said
"That's because you are." We laughed.
So, I did it a lot. Rose didn't complain, because she often got the
male part of the couple. I did push for the first set of guardians to
have natural children, and I think that will happen. Chad does have
their deposits in storage. But there was a problem. Chad said to me, "I
can't keep your semen in stock. Same for mine. I think they've figured
it out, beyond our popular looks." I said "Bound to happen, but not
public so far. Think they will be disappointed their kid doesn't have
white hair and glowing skin?" He said "Actually, yes. Probably not be
too sad for what they actually get, though. We were really cute
babies." I said "Why did you keep your parents from me?" He said "You
could have looked. Now, too. Well, they weren't a big factor in my
life. I made it clear to them early on, after I went to the school,
that I was going to be responsible and rule my own life, and they
couldn't do anything about it. They went to Dr. Knot. He told them
about you. They agreed to let YOU raise me, as the only one who could."
I couldn't even say wow. My tears flowed. We hugged with love.
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