Stephen's Secure Blog #410
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 Fall of year 12 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #410 "Rose In Action"
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Rose was very interested in my comment about how much she could
understand of my advanced thinking. After a lot of sex, we tried a
test. I said "My first really big discovery that required super genius
intelligence, was my 4th equations. It took about a 500 IQ to create
them, even though I boosted to 1200 to speed it up, and a little under
an IQ of 300 to understand them. Want to try?" She said, plaintively,
"Would it hurt?" We laughed. I said "No, it won't hurt the first time.
Or even the second, if you use a SMALL energy brain boost. Here's the
crystal. I'll watch." She nodded, and took and read it. We were both
excited by the results. She understood it, but with a lot of effort,
without the boost! She said "But I don't see the relativity
restrictions." I said "I didn't know them then. Here's a crystal of
them." She had to boost to understand them, but she did, and we were
even more excited. Then that changed. She said, "And your time
equations?" I said "Sorry, but that's far out of your range. At least
for now. Want to try the new Nagindra drive?" She said "Yes. Bring it
on!" She tried and failed. I said "Try this level of boost." She did,
and succeeded, and said "Wow!" I said "I agree." We hugged and kissed a
lot.
Hawk wanted to try the 4th equations. I showed him how to boost, and
recommended the most likely level for his success. He did that, and
succeeded. I said "That's all for now. We can try some more, both of
you, in a year or two." Chad said "Can I try?" I said "No. Sorry. You
can't understand it without a very strong boost, and with the age of
your brain, you should NOT risk it. And there's no need, now that at
least one other than me can understand it. Finally!" I cried, and they
hugged and kissed me.
We received a lot of inquiries about where the Van stations were. I
released a statement saying that I might discuss that subject on my
next CNN after broadcast show. They expressed some unhappiness at that
delay. Len expressed the opposite. He expects more viewers. Then
something entirely unexpected happened. Fox asked to rebroadcast my CNN
interview shows. I had a meeting with the president of CNN, where we
discussed it. He said "We lose some of our own rebroadcast revenues,
but gain promotional value, if the source and our logo is prominent." I
said "And they offer to share some of the revenue, which, depending on
the sponsors and ratings, could actually top yours." He grinned, and
said, "I'm glad I don't have to explain anything. I didn't know if you
would approve. What if they edit?" I said "Local stations might. The
network won't, if they know what's good for them, and the president
DOES. He wants to put a disclaimer at the start, and after each break.
I get approval. I told him it couldn't be content specific. He might
have added some wear to his dentures." He laughed. I said "If we all do
this carefully, the disclaimers can actually add to the draw of the
programs." He said, admiringly, "You aren't looking for work in this
industry, are you? I like my job." I said with a grin, "You're safe.
From me, at least. What did you think of the Masada ads?" He said
"Terrific! Some of the best I've seen. Oh, you did them, didn't you." I
said "Had to. The distributor's were, er crap. Would have kept people
away in droves. Fortunate that I had all the rights, so I could junk
what they did. Problem, though. They liked mine so much, I said no, but
they wanted me to do all of theirs." He laughed, and said, "I'm not
surprised."
He said "I agree with the deal, if you do the negotiations. We are
more interested in the current news, and not so much in old news. We
don't have many slots open for rebroadcasts. We do two for your shows.
They can have them two days after we air the live shows. That will put
them available during the week, so they might have to wait for the
weekend for an available slot. Gives me a little pleasure making them
have to sit on a hot property." I grinned, and said, "Maybe we should
include some Preparation H." He laughed well. I said "I'll tell them I
would be unhappy if they edit my shows, or try in any way to
reinterpret what I said. Their president wants me to stay happy with
Fox, on the chance YOU make me unhappy, which you came very close to, a
few times. Which he knows." He cleared his throat. I wiggled my
eyebrows at him. He tried not to chuckle. He said "What if they want
you to comment on your shows, or their comments about them, on their
network?" I said "They really do want that, already. No change there,
but I might issue short statements sometimes. To break on CNN,
naturally." He grinned, and said, "I like that!" I grinned back, and
said "I thought so." So the deal was made, and I did issue some
releases. Their cable networks that they wanted to air them, did, but
some local broadcast stations refused to broadcast the shows, after
some local sponsors pulled out. Chad arranged for some national level
sponsors to offer ads, and some stations did then air the programs. All
that worked, partially because we set up that some proceeds go to local
and national charities, and announced it. From those who were involved
in setting up all that, including the networks, I received some
comments about Machiavelli. I had to tell them I wasn't him. Some were
actually disappointed at that.
The four-armed people in power, the males, wouldn't let the girl
candidate go to Zander's school. Rose made contact with the girl's
mother, who was on the females' ruling council. She went. There isn't a
male candidate yet, but when there is, he is sure going to be
surprised! We like that.
Sharon called me, and said she was about to be fired from her job as
the Director of the Smithsonian. She said "Two of the trustees are
Southern Baptist Christians, and don't like our association with you. I
spoke up in your defense. And some members of Congress are pressuring
them." She gave me all the names. I said "I'll do some research, but
that's all for now. Don't be disappointed. They'll have Rose to deal
with. She's able to be a lot less nice than I am." She said "Oh! And
all your Native American art, and you're a Navajo. I didn't think of
that angle. We CAN'T dump you." I said "And they can't dump YOU if you
don't want to retire, or they'll really regret it. Actually, I suspect
they'll regret even thinking in that direction, if I know Rose." She
said "I don't know how to thank you." I said "Don't. We haven't done
anything yet. Er, amend that. Rose just left. Anyway, we are doing the
right thing, which just happens to be in your favor this time. But
with yourself, why don't you." She chuckled. Then she said, "Rose is
sending me images of what she's doing. I REALLY don't want to be on her
hit list!" I had to laugh, and said, "The most powerful female in the
galaxy, and a warrior. They don't stand a chance. Have fun watching.
Goodbye for now."
Naturally, I was watching. So were Ichi and Hawk. Then Pete and Chad
did. Then a lot of other Guardians did. Rose was absolutely terrific.
She roused a lot of Native American councils behind her and her
efforts. Rose used my past research recordings of the people involved,
to the most advantage, and threatened to make them public. Her Ki
fairly blasted them with her fierce anger. One Congressman actually
peed his pants. She didn't clean it up for him, even though I sent her
the program for it. All that worked very well, and they stopped doing
anything in the direction they had been going in, about the
Smithsonian. Then Rose did what I thought was a nice touch. She gave
them all my Christian religious music, on players they couldn't turn
off, only lower the volume a little. They were attached to the desks of
the people she had attacked, who had to resort to getting rid of their
desks, to have some quiet piece. Joy To The World, they didn't have
then. In more than one way.
Then we had a really big and fun party for Rose. She liked a lot, but
not just for the sex, but for the fact that she did some good on Earth,
and really liked doing it, being useful. Needed, actually. We all knew
how she felt, naturally, and she could feel we agreed with her. What
added to that, was the Native American Councils, and their people, who
were kept informed of what she was doing, saw her in a new light. She
wasn't just the wife of Stephen, she was powerful, and a leader in her
own right. A very effective leader. And she made them like it, too. WE
liked it. All that is what made the celebration so good. She wasn't the
only one who had tears. And love. A LOT of love. We shared a lot of it.
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