Stephen's Secure Blog #413
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 12 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #413 "Bill's Homeland Insecurity"
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There were a lot of noises about my excursion with billionaire Bill.
Some of that had us laughing. Then Homeland Security called me in a
secure way, and said they had orders to raid Bill's home and take the
offworld samples. They weren't told why, and there was no warrant. It
was an indirect order from the President. I told them, "I expected
something like this, and was watching for it. After 74,000 years, I've
learned to always expect the worst from those in power." He said "That
means this is partially a test of us. You always have multiple reasons
for what you do." I said "President was under severe pressure from some
important members of Congress who wanted some action against ME, and
thought this was their opportunity." He said "Got it all recorded?" I
said "You bet the President's ass I do." He laughed. I said "I'm going
to let it happen, and record everything. But it's not going to be Bill
they find at his house, but me looking and acting like Bill. His staff
won't be real, too. I won't place them in front of guns, and humans
dressed like strange aliens." He said "I don't feel as bad now. Thank
you very much!"
I went to Bill, and told him what was about to happen. He said "I
should have expected this. I'm ashamed I contributed to their
campaigns." I said "From my viewpoint, you should be, even if this
hadn't happened." He grinned and nodded. I said "You and your staff
need to be somewhere else while this is happening. I will NOT risk any
of you, while this plays out." He said "I have a vacation home. You'll
send us?" I said "All on this property, and any of yours who show up.
While you are vacationing, please don't communicate something that can
mess with how I'm handling it. In the meantime, we can be reviewing the
shows I made about our little adventure." He laughed, and said, "Sure!
Why not?" He liked that I had included some of our verbal byplay. He
said "I don't come off half bad, against you. I like it. You have my
official approval for all you've shown me." I said, "Thanks. What CNN
doesn't show right away, I'll give to Fox. You should know that I've
copied all the pictures you took. The whole camera, actually. So, if
they want yours, as you, I'll give it to them, minus my batteries.
Anything else they take, I'll replace like new, and I'll do the same
for anything they damage, AFTER I record it all, and you come back and
guide the local media through it." He laughed, and said, "I shouldn't,
but I LIKE this!" I said "I have to admit, a part of me feels the
same." We grinned and hugged.
I was alone in the mansion when a call came in. I answered it as
Bill. He introduced himself as a special agent with the local FBI, and
said, "Homeland security forces took our vehicles, and are heading out
your way. I don't know what they want, but I can make a guess. It's not
right. I thought you should know." I said as Bill, "Thank you very
much. I appreciate it. Stephen warned me this could happen." He said
"He knows? Good! Please keep safe!" He hung up. I passed that on to
Bill. Then I got a call from the same agent. He said "Bill told me you
know what's about to happen. Good! You know what it's about?" I told
him. He said "The bastards!" I said "Actually, for two of the
Congressmen, that's literally true." He laughed well. I said "It would
be interesting if the local police arrived at Bill's place at the same
time." He said "Yes it would. Ah, I need to make another call.
Goodbye." He heard my chuckle before he hung up.
That's what happened. Blacked out minivans, and marked police cars
arrived at the gate to Bill's property at the same time as a local news
crew arrived. The DHS agent in charge was really upset by all that.
Having police guns pointed at him, and his identity questioned on
camera, could have caused that. He managed to convince the police not
to shoot him and his people, but refused to explain why he was there.
He ordered the news crew to stop recording and transmitting, but the
police wouldn't let him enforce that. Then they broke down the gate,
and wouldn't let the police and the news crew inside, while most of
them drove to the house. Right away, they encountered a maid, and she
screamed loudly, they roughed her up while gaging her. I, as Bill, went
to see what the trouble was, and they grabbed me roughly. I demanded to
know who they were and what they were doing in my house.
The leader said, "Where are the Moon and Mars samples?" He said "You
criminals better go. My house is alarmed. The police should be here any
minute." He said "They're already here. WE are the police. WHERE ARE
THE SAMPLES?" I said "If you were really the police, that would be
printed on your shirts. You're lying!" He hit me, backhanded on my
face, and said, "Homeland Security! Where are they?" He said "Not until
you show me some ID." He said "I don't have to. I can do whatever I
want to. If you don't tell me in the next few seconds, I'll beat it out
of you, and then tear apart your house even after we find them." He
backhanded me again while his men were holding me, and yelled in my
face, "TELL ME WHERE THEY ARE!" I said "On the island in the kitchen."
They frog marched me there, and found them.
He said "Open them! I want to see if the stuff is really in them." I
said "If I do, it will ruin them for science. They need to be opened in
a sterile lab, to keep them from being contaminated." He hit me again,
knocking me to the floor. He ordered his men to open the containers,
which wasn't easy. He looked in them, and said, "Don't look like much.
All you, they were never open, got it?" There was a chorus of "Yes
Sir!" He said "We got what we came for. All back to the vehicles." They
all left, including the agents holding the maid. They left in their
cars. I went to the door, and motioned the police and the news crew to
come in. The maid, still crying, and I, holding my bruised face, told
them what had happened, including the agent opening the containers. The
police offered to have us checked out by a doctor, but we declined. The
police offered to have an officer stationed on the property for a few
days. I declined, but with a lot of appreciation. We shook hands, and
they, and the news crew, left. I brought Bill and the staff back from
the vacation house. I said to them, "You all saw in my projections what
happened. Bill, please scratch your face, just a little." He did,
grinning.
I said "Now I'll heal that." I did, and said, "Now you can be
truthful when you say that I healed your face, when they ask why there
are no bruises. We met right after it happened. Ask me to fix your
door." He said "Stephen, please repair the damages here." I said "Good.
Done." He said "Those bastards contaminated the samples!" I said "They
did. Not that they're ever going to admit that. Got it recorded,
though, and the scientists will know, even if nobody told them. If you
and I go get some more, we will be sure to keep that a secret, won't
we? At least for now. I've got plans. There WILL be consequences! Hey,
well. I said "I'll be going now. You WILL be safe. I'll have a
background watch on everybody in this house. It won't invade your
privacy. I won't see or hear anything unless something bad is about to
happen. Then I will NOT let it happen. You WILL be safe. At least from
laughter.
The local news report went world wide. The president of CNN called
me, and said, "I know you now. I'm sure you've got it all recorded." I
said "Right. I'd like to see if the agents deny opening the containers,
which the scientists will be able to determine as soon as they open
them." He said "How?" I said "They will have Earth air in them, and at
close to sea level pressure. Mars has much less air pressure, and a
different makeup. Moon has none. They WILL notice the difference
immediately." He said "I see. What if the agents say they were already
opened?" I said "That's when you broadcast the video I will have
already given you. And that they didn't show identification to Bill,
and beat him." He said "They did THAT!" I said "What's more, I've got
recorded evidence of the whole plot; showing who did it and why." He
said "Heads will roll!" I said "I would rather you had not said that.
You wouldn't, if you had actually seen that happen for real." He
gulped, and said, "Sorry. Stupid figure of speech." I said "I used to
play something like polo with them." He said "Wow!" I said "Well,
that's what they would have said." He laughed, and then tried to
apologize. I said "Don't. I made it funny to cut the tension."
I said "I've got videos of our space trips. I think you might want
them, and all set up with commercial breaks, too. Well, I'm learning.
What you don't show, I'll give to Fox. Oh, would I be seeing a pained
expression if I were there?" He laughed, and admitted it. I said "On
your desk now, and labeled, including the raid on Bill's house. I
request that you draw out what you release of the raid and my
investigation as long as you can, in dribbles, to let those involved
have more rope to, er, strangle themselves with their slimy tongues.
Also increase your boob tubers' attention span, not to mention your
ratings." He said "I'm REALLY glad you don't want my job!" I said
"Actually, me, too." He laughed. I said "I'll be available for comment,
after I brief those who would question me, but I will tell you
personally, there WILL be consequences!" He said "Good. Thanks. I'll
call a meeting, and we'll review the recordings, and plan our strategy.
Thanks for all you do."
Rose said, "Polo with heads." I said "And not too far away in
distance and time, a game on horseback, like that a little, with an
inflated goat skin. No sticks, though. Have to use what's available.
When you don't have much, you don't waste anything." Hawk chuckled, and
said, "Like for hair gel." I said "Right." He said "Let's make some."
We did. It was a lot of fun, which didn't surprise us at all.
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