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Subject: +*+*+*+ Solomon's Private File #1 "Wow!" +*+*+*+
Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2015 18:06:05 -0500
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Solomon's Private File #1
These stories about Stephen and Solomon take place starting in
1950's. Stephen wrote about his life in letters to a penpal, and then
in a secure blog, in case he lost his memory again, in the master
computer in his school for gifted students, which he started attending
in 2016 in a new incarnation, until his death. Now his son Solomon is
attending the same school, and is writing in his own secure blog for
his future incarnations.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Solomon is 10 in this story, in the Fall of 2036.
Solomon's Private File #1 "Wow!"
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I'm in a real school now! And a different home! It's all so new to me
and very exciting. I've never been to school before and I never lived
in a different home before, and I never wrote about myself before. I
think I should say why all this is so unusual for a ten year old boy
which is me.
years old and a super genius. So is my sister Kamala, who is nine. We
have been home schooled until now. My parents are the most intelligent
and powerful people in the galaxy. I know this because all our friends
say that. We have a LOT of friends and some of them are from different
parts of the galaxy and look like it, too. They are very powerful. My
parents are their teachers. I think my parents are the best and I love
them more than anything. I love my sister, too. I love a lot of people.
Dad said I should write about my life as it happens so my future
incarnations will know what I did and how I felt so they will know more
if their memory isn't complete. He did it, and was glad he did. Because
he's the smartest person in the galaxy, I should really believe him,
not just because he can't lie. I don't know if I can lie but I don't
want to find out by trying to. It puts faults in the mind which can
make you not as smart. It holds back psionics, too. I really don't want
any of that to happen to me! My family and friends have the emotion
psionic sense like I do, so we would know if somebody lied when what
they feel doesn't agree with what they say.
I'm glad we don't have to wear clothes in the foster home Kam and I
are living in near the school. We don't wear clothes at home and here
in the foster home because we all have the object psionic sense, and
can see and feel things outside and in, so clothes don't hide anything.
I really don't like my boner being squashed inside pants! We are called
naturists or nudists for not wearing clothes when we don't have to. Our
foster parents here are Tim and Mac. They were Dad's friends and
students when he was the first Stephen, and were his foster parents
when he was the second Stephen. They know a LOT about him, and I'm
going to be asking them a lot of questions about Dad. I think they know
that. There are four students in this home. Kam has a foster sister who
is eleven, named Aada. It means "noble" in the language of Finland.
They share a bedroom. My foster brother is 12, and is named Edgard, and
is from South Sudan. He is a rescue. That means he was discovered as a
candidate for the school but didn't have parents or relatives who could
give permission for him to come. Scholar Mgambe, one of our teachers,
asked him if he wanted to come and he said he really wanted to. He
doesn't have any other home but with Tim and Mac. When I found out
about that, I cried really hard for him. He held me and tried to help
me to stop.
Ed said, "Please don't cry, Sol. I like it here very much. I like YOU
very much. That's what's important." I said, "Alright. There is
something different about you. I didn't notice this before, but your
skin is warmer than mine is. I like that!" He laughed and said, "I like
that you like it, because I like your hugs very much!" He kissed me,
and said, "We don't kiss people very much in my country. It took me a
long time to get used to it here." I said "Good that it worked. I like
it a lot. We do it all the time in my family." He said "I know. We all
love your family." We hugged some more. We sleep together in the same
bed. We don't have to, but nobody in the school ever wants to sleep
alone. Boys and girls aren't allowed in each others bedrooms, so only
boys sleep with boys, and girls sleep with girls. Sometimes we
masturbate each other because it's stupid to do it yourself at the same
time another boy is right there and doing it too. If we don't, we will
be poking each other with our boners all night. Because of my nut
sensitivity, I'm popular with all the other boys who want to sleep over
and like to play with them because we can feel each others feelings,
and that feels terrific. I don't hate that at all!
Our school is special for geniuses with psionic abilities. It's kind
of a secret and you have to be invited. You can't apply. It's free for
students who actually get paid to come to it. Their parents get money
too, and sometimes a place to live if they want to be near the school.
Students who live far away from the school in Washington D.C. like I
do, live in foster homes near it and can go home on weekends and
holidays. How we do that is a secret. Some students who are old enough
can port. That means one second you are in one place, and the next
second you are in another place. The full name is teleport. It's an
advanced psionic ability. For students like me who are too young to do
it, we do something like it but different. We use Port-Alls. They are
like magic doorways. You go through one, and then you are in a
different room anywhere in the galaxy where the matching door is. Kam
and I use them to go home to our house in Window Rock Arizona on the
weekends if we want to. New students always ask how it feels before
they try it. They are disappointed because it doesn't feel like
anything at all. You are here and then you are there. That's all there
is to it. Almost. If you use a Port-All to go to a place which has a
really different altitude, the different air pressure can hurt you
because of the instant change. We have to be careful of that. There are
signs that warn of problems with Port-Alls where there could be
problems like that. The rest of the world doesn't know about them at
all, because of that, and because only an Adept can make them and
regular science can't understand how they work. Dad invented them when
he was a little boy as the first Stephen. He invented a LOT of special
things!
I just discovered it's very hard to concentrate on the mind interface
of my computer to write this while somebody is playing with my nuts! We
need to go help make supper. Ed sure got my attention for that! Next
time I'll write about the school.
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Grant
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