Stephen's Secure Blog #405
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 21 in this story, in Winter of year 11 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #405 "PBS Naked Speed"
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I said "Chad, I've got two things. You might not be expecting them.
Ready?" He said "That bad?" I said "Depends on how you look at it. I
would like to do PBS again this spring." He said "Good. I know how much
you like it. We have a lot to give them for premiums and content." I
said "Right. The second thing I'm not sure how you will take. I don't
even know how to tell you." He said with a grin, "Are you asking me to
beat it out of you?" I said "With what it is, the opposite would work
better." He said "Now you've got me. I have absolutely no idea what it
is." I said in a rush, "A Buddhist video game!" His jaw dropped almost
to the ground. After a seemingly long time, he said, "Really?" I
nodded. He said in wonderment, "How did you ever come up with that
idea, and HOW did you make it work?" I said, defensively, "Well, I've
done a lot. But not a video game. And I didn't want to promote actual
violence like most do. How do you want to see it? Play the game, take
it all at once in a crystal, or see the promo I made for it?" He said
"Push me the promo." I did, and he said, "Wow! If the real thing lives
me?" He laughed. I said "I made it for all platforms, even phones, and
it can even update its status from each platform the owner uses.
Different languages, too. Some versions will have to go through the
platform owner's vetting, but I think it'll pass. I'll take care of the
updates as long as I'm around, but I'll leave the code for others to
continue it." He said "Hand it over, and I'll get to work on it, after
I tell PBS they can have you."
Bill Maher went really wild about me on his first show back from
break. Well, I was there, in the starting interview spot. He said "I
finally have you!" I said "My wife says that often." He laughed. The
rest of the interview was mostly tame, talking about what I said on
some CNN shows. Then he said, "I've been saying religion is a fantasy.
I think I've heard you say something like that, too. Is it really a
fantasy?" I said "God isn't a fantasy, but religion, as organizations
that are based on books that were written from dreams and fantasies,
when not deliberately invented, and deliberately modified and
mistranslated for political reasons, all to rule people, can't be
anything else but a fantasy. It's worse, actually. Much of the practice
of religions today has very little to do with what the often reluctant
founders of them stood for and intended, and that's deliberate, too.
People USE religion to force their will onto other people, and if that
doesn't work, to justify killing them. I don't know why they think God
would ever want that, but He absolutely does NOT. Those who believe in
Jesus should know better than that. Doesn't this prove they are doing
this from a fantasy, and one they can't even get straight?" He said
"Wow!" I said "I hear that a lot, and you would be REALLY surprised at
who from." He almost said wow again. Our time was up, and he went to
the panel. The lone conservative there didn't have much to say about
it, even though they tried to provoke her. I think Bill was annoyed and
disappointed at that. Afterward, alone with him, I said, "Now you
really know why I shouldn't be on your show. Nobody really wants to
oppose what I say when I'm there." He said "I realize that now. More
intelligent of them than I expected." We laughed together.
PBS was very happy to have me for the spring pledge week, and made
the nationwide porting schedule for me. Before the event, they ran the
history of Tibet miniseries. Then I started in Boston, and ported all
over, doing live promotions, meeting with the people of PBS shows,
commenting on some of my shows we gave them. This time they asked for
more live performances. I did some singing by myself, and with my own
music, and with other people. They had rounded up some VERY talented
children all over the country, who actually wanted to appear with me at
the PBS studios. I loved it, and them, and they knew and loved that,
too. We all had a lot of fun. Like before, I gave them some gifts which
had my love in them.
In one discussion, I was asked if I had some more programs for PBS. I
said "I have a lot of programs ready, and a lot in the works, but some
might not make it to PBS, or any broadcast network." She said "Why is
that?" I said "I've been doing some video research into the past, on
the ancient people of the Americas, how they got here, and their
history. Much of that shows more of the bodies of people than might be
accepted on American television. People of the world, past and present,
didn't dress for, well, repressed American prudes who would be
titillated and scandalized by them in their usual lack of covering,
that much of the rest of the world isn't concerned about. Yes, in most
of human history, and still in parts of the world, children were
commonly naked, and in warm locations, adults, too. In showing them
going about their daily lives, I would have to modify the recordings to
comply with some misplaced morality. I refuse to change reality for
such a ridiculous reason. For any reason, actually. There is nothing
wrong with nakedness. Some say it's to protect children. That's false.
It's to protect the parents who don't want to have to explain plain
reality to their children. Those children who are old enough to notice,
already know all about what the parents want hidden from their little
eyes."
She said "Some might say that the Bible says nakedness is bad and
shameful." I said "Actually, it doesn't say that. It says that some
people felt that way, but in most references to it, it doesn't say
anything negative about it at all, except as an indication of poverty,
and sometimes it's even positive for it, such as support for praying
while naked. As Francis, I actually did that, and conducted some
services naked. I left my father's house completely naked, and it was
in broad daylight. Thank goodness it wasn't cold!" She chuckled. I said
"One more thing. Some people equate nakedness with sex. That's stupid.
Clothes are designed specifically to make people MORE sexy and
desirable. And that's easy to prove. Visit a naturist resort. The way
most of the people who go there look, well, sex would be the furthest
thing from your mind." She laughed very well. I said "On the other
hand, ancient people had er, hands, and they had no reason or desire to
keep them idle. I'll put it this way; if they hadn't invented clothes,
they might not have had their hands free to invent anything else." She
went almost hysterical with laughter. I said "Caused me a lot of
trouble. In some places and cultures, I couldn't find a home family
scene where all the people had their hands above their waists at the
same time. I had to make composite pictures for the museums to use in
displays." She laughed some more. I said "Strange things parents in
America place their protective priorities on, for their children. In my
opinion, if they put as much effort as they do against nudity, to
protecting them from ignorance, disrespect, prejudice, and hate, their
children would grow up to be better people, and America and the world
would be a much better place." She thanked me for my comments.
There weren't as many negative comments about that as Chad hoped for,
which I thought was funny. In another discussion, I was asked, "You've
had one event for ice skating, and one for ballet. Why haven't you done
more?" I said "And one for golf and basketball. In all those I did my
best. I'm an artist. I don't need to repeat myself." He said "But you
could earn more money for charity if you did them again." I said "They
could watch those things on TV or DVD. I earn more for charity doing
other things. New things." He said "What about a martial arts
demonstration?" I said "Did that at Shaolin, which was seen on CNN, and
a little at my last gallery event. Now that I'm not teaching it
anymore, I'm not interested in doing more of it in public." He said
"But why?" I said "It's not real for me anymore. I can't be hit unless
I let it, and if I do, I won't be hurt. I can move faster than the eye
can see, and all that is without using any Adept abilities. Sadly for
me, I'm beyond martial arts now. I really enjoyed teaching it." He said
"But isn't that violence?" I said "With violent intent, yes. For
exercise and as a form of art, it isn't violent, and it's actually
beautiful, like ballet. Good for meditation and health, and for
disciplining the mind, which is why it's required in my school."
He said "Could you demonstrate your speed, which you said is faster
than the eye can see?" I grinned, and said, "Isn't that like asking an
invisible man to show his tan?" He had to laugh. He said "The cameras
won't show it?" I said "I don't know. A special high speed camera
would." He said "I have the urge to say this; can you move faster than
a speeding bullet?" I said "I refuse to wear a cape while flying!" He
laughed. I said "In some circumstances, I can move fast enough to avoid
being struck by a bullet, or even catch it. I've done both." He said
"Wow!" I said "I've thought that." He chuckled. He said "Is there any
way you can demonstrate your speed here?" I said "Sure. I can leave
fast. Oh, alright. I have to stand for this. You know I can port. That
doesn't change my body position, just my location. If I stand in front
of you, and port to behind you, my back will be toward you. Got it?" He
said "Yes." I said, speaking from behind him, facing him, "It's a good
thing this mike is wireless." He turned around. I said "A replay would
show I didn't turn to face you." They looked at it, and it showed I was
right. I said "One more thing. I'll do a kick. Hold out a pencil." I
kicked it out of his hand, and into a wall, so fast he couldn't see it.
He said the usual wow. We sat back down.
He said "How do you do it?" I said "Very carefully. No, that's not a
joke. That kick, if I hadn't moved perfectly, and hadn't trained my
body so hard that nobody in history has ever been as physically strong
as I am now, it would have separated my leg from my body. Reattaching
it would have been a little tricky. That's the secret for moving at
such high speed. Ultra fast reflexes, and an ultra strong body, and
complete control. Physics REALLY doesn't make it easy! You can say it
now." He said "Wow!" I said "Absolutely! One more thing. I had to hold
the mike in place, and the transmitter, too, or they would have been
ripped off of my clothes by the air resistance, and inertia, when I
went behind you. And my eyes were closed, or they could have been
damaged." He said, suppressing a wow, "But your clothes don't appear to
be damaged." I said "I noticed that. I made them to withstand fast
movement, but you might have heard the slap of them on my limbs. And
even if they had been damaged, I could have ported new clothes to me in
an instant." Our time was up, and I moved on.
The rest of the event went well, and people got a lot of what I
offered for premiums. Chad and I had a meeting with the president of
PBS afterward. I said "Chad thinks I wasn't outrageous enough." PBS
laughed. He said "Going to stop by next year? You know you love it."
Chad said, "Is that why you had all those kids involved?" He said
fun, and that was the reason why I did this event. Almost the only
reason. I'd like to think it wasn't a bad thing." They both assured me
it wasn't.
At home, Chad said, "Your game is selling well. A big hit in China."
I said "The President wanted to endorse it. I said to him that might
hurt the sales. Got a sad laugh from him." He said "True, though." I
said "Rhamcha is mystified by the whole thing. Not Reting, though. He's
really pushing it in his Monastery." Rose said "I didn't expect that.
Did you?" I said "I didn't think about it either way, but he's the most
westernized of the Abbots." Hawk said "His Monastery is very popular
with foreigners. Your Western level conveniences, probably." I said
"And they relate to him better. I think it's a good thing."
Rose said "Is she?" I said "Yes." Dan said, "A secret?" I said "No.
Rose was asking if Kamala is really an incarnation of the Dalai Lama.
She is." He said "Oh. What about Sol?" I said "He's not the Dalai
Lama." He said "That's not what I meant!" He couldn't reach me to poke
me, or he would have. I said "I don't think we should try to see his
past lives at any time. It's not the same kind of situation. Let him
have his privacy. If he remembers any, someday, and he wants to tell
us, that's fine. Until then, and after, he's still just our Sol." There
were nods all around. And love.
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