Solomon's Private File #16
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 12 in this story, in the Fall of 2038.
Solomon's Private File #16 "Adept Raised Students"
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I said to Ed, before school started, "We are going to have some new
foster siblings this term, and it probably won't stop there. People
insist on screwing their gigantic Adapt brains out, and squiring out
new kids." He grinned, and said, "And I hope to do that someday,
myself. Er, the screwing part." I grinned back, and said, "Understood
as belatedly amended." We tickled each other. I said "How do you want
to divide the er, spoils?" He said, "You rule." I said "No! YOU are the
eldest. Sorry, you can't escape that. And I'll enforce it." I wiped his
tears. He said, "Better for the boys to share our room. It sure is big
enough. They need your example. All separate beds, but the whole group
together, or doubles with rotational sharing." I said "Get dizzy." He
said, "Not OUR problem." We grinned at each other. We told Kam the
arrangement, for if there were more girls, and she said, "I agree. And
Ed rules that, too. Thanks." We all hugged and kissed each other. We
knew Adept raised kids would not ever want to sleep alone, so we knew
we wouldn't really need the extra beds, normally, but might for guests
for sleepovers.
We greeted the two boys and two girls. The boys were Dad's, and one
of the girls was, with Grace. Ed explained the foster house rules to
them, including the sleeping arrangements. Then I said, "In house
management, after Tim and Mac, the eldest student in residence, Ed,
rules." Ed said, "In academics and psionics, Stephen rules here, and
for double Adept raised kids, elsewhere, too, even at school. He is the
first, and so the eldest, and he's got a lot of past Adept lives to
help him. And he's really hot." They had to giggle. I said, "And that's
going to be something of a problem. Stephen's boys have a very popular
feature." The boys really giggled, and the girls looked very
interested. I said "Remember, boys and girls don't mix at home. Don't
ask more, and you could be happy in a different way. We still have the
problem. With three nut sensitives in one bedroom, we are going to be
VERY popular for sleepovers." Ed said, "I sure wouldn't complain about
that!" I poked him, and we wrestled a little. The others grinned a lot.
I said, "That brings up another point. Er, besides those." More
giggles. I said, "We all like to sleep with somebody. Neither Ed or I
ever want to sleep alone. If either of us suspect it might happen, he
and I will sleep with each other. Make sure our guests don't play
favorites, or we will forbid all sleepovers. We are different people
who have come here to make, however temporary, a family, and in how we
live here, it's family first, with a whole lot of love. Got it?" They
did. I said, "Kam?" She said, "Same for the girl's side. We got it!"
They all agreed. Tim and Mac both sent me approval and love in contact.
I said, "We have a few days to get settled, before school starts, and
for you new people, I'm really happy for how happy you're going to be
there. A question; why do you new kids think you are all here, rather
than in another foster home?" They didn't know, but one. Daren said, "I
know. To learn from you." I said, "Well, there's kissing and hugging,
too." Some giggles. I said, "That's part of the reason. The most
important reason is I know and understand what it is to be you, better
than anybody else, not even Stephen, can. Only Kam and I can understand
who you are, and who you can and will be. I am the first." Kam was
nodding. They understood. We hugged with a whole lot of love.
I said, "Because of all that, I've developed some new training
methods for pre fully psionic students who were raised by Adepts. I
could do some things the teachers had never thought of, and didn't
think were possible to people at your level. We'll be testing those new
things to see which works the best, so they can be used for other
students in the future. Together, we will make all future graduates of
the school better than any who came before. Like?" They really did, and
swarmed all over me with hugs and kisses. Naturally, all the boys
sprouted boners, and the girls were hot, too. I said, "To our
bedrooms!" We went in a hurry, while Tim and Mac tried not to laugh. We
had an absolutely glorious time.
I had invited Pete and Mom and Dad, to monitor the briefing. After
our orgy, waiting out of politeness, or not wanting to be ignored, they
all said to me in contact how much they liked and approved what we had
said. After supper, Daren, said, "Sol, could we start on that new
training now?" The others echoed that desire. I said, "Who didn't
expect that to come up now?" Silence. I said, "Or that I expected it?"
Silence. I made a rude noise, and they laughed. I said, "Alright. I
know all about the education each of you have had. We start with PK.
Ordinarily, in our school, we do not show abilities to people who don't
have them. That doesn't apply to among ourselves, because our parents
couldn't hide their abilities from us. But it DOES apply to us with the
other students. I know you understand why." They did.
I ported a group of what looked like little toys to the table. I
said, "Any of us can use this exercise. Senior Adepts have better ways
of doing these things, but that's not the point. Exercising a part of
you to make it better, is good for the whole person, even if you can do
it better in a different way. Why learn to kick the living daylights
out of somebody, when you can shoot them full of holes, to make them
stop bothering you? Get it?" They did. I said, "Alright. What we have
here is a block, with a pin sticking up out of it. Oh, and I expect
these things to not be anywhere near a chair." Some surprised laughter.
I said, "Here is a small shallow cone of thin plastic, with a colored
design on top. That design is very important, or we might not be able
to see what we're trying to do. I put the cone on the pin. See how
easily it can move? The design on top allows us to see that. The object
of this beginning exercise is to make it move, usually spin, without
touching it with anything but your minds, using your PK, which I KNOW
you have. It may take a lot of tries to get it, and some might get
there sooner than others. That doesn't really matter. It's the practice
that counts. If you want, you can do it alone, to avoid distractions. I
did. Mostly because I, well, was alone. I'm sure not alone here, and
I'm VERY glad!" Daren said, "That's why I'm living here. My parents
live very near here, but they thought it would be better, for a lot of
reasons, for me to be here for school. I didn't agree before. On boy do
I now!" We all hugged and kissed. I said, "We have the best parents in
the world. We shouldn't ignore their wisdom." More agreement. I said,
"Want me to demonstrate the exercise for you?" They really did. I said,
"Using PK only." I made them all spin. I said, "I could do that very
soon after I came to school here. I hope you can beat my record. Yes,
the most pleasure a real teacher can have through teaching, is a
student becoming better than the teacher. Please give that to me, with
love." There were some tears.
They all wanted to try it right away. Kam succeeded first. Then Ed.
Then Aada, a Senior Adept, Kam's first roommate. Then Galya, who was
with us for the lesson. Then Daren, her younger brother. Then George.
Then Mary. Elise was having trouble. I said to her, "May I monitor you
while you're trying?" She said, "Please." I said to her from inside her
brain, after she said wow at my power, "You're trying too hard, and are
afraid of failure. Fix that, and you'll do it easily." I withdrew, and
she did it right away. I said "I knew you all could do it. A lesson for
you about me. When I say you can do something, trust me. Kissing is
extra." Some grins. I said, "Psionics is crippled by doubt. Remember
that. Here are some more cones. Different weights and features.
Practice however you want. I know you can think of other ways to
practice your PK. When you do, and it works, please share it, so we can
all learn together. But not ON each other. Personal privacy is
important. This is all from me on psionics at home this week. It gets
more interesting after this. I hope." Grins all over. We had a great
time sleeping in one big heap, on beds put together. After some really
intense partial and full orgasms.
I did the school orientation for the new students. It went well.
After that, Pete said to me in his office, "I think you should spend
some time at our office at the FBI, for useful experience, and to help
them to know you, in case you want to er, mess with them at some future
date." I said "Right. Good plan." He said "Ivanna will get you
started." We walked up the steps of the FBI building. She had her ID
badge on. Inside, they greeted her with friendly respect, and me, too.
They gave me a visitor's pass. We went up to the Director's office. We
were expected. I was introduced. He said to me, "Welcome Mist, er,
Doct, er, ah, what shall I call you?" I said, "I guess 'Hey you'
wouldn't work well. We have a problem. My name is public. What I'll be
doing here, isn't." He said, "Right. We'll have to use another name." I
said "The one I used at camp is available; Rusty Doads." He smiled, and
said, "You're father's idea?" I said, "Nope, mine. Got a good reaction
from him, though." He grinned, and said, "Good! Yes, we can use that.
Going to use a disguise? Your eye color, while not known to the public,
is distinctive." I said "Rusty has that eye color. I could use another
name. How about 'Jack B. Nimbol'?"
He said, "They'll know it's not real." I said, "Or that my parents
were way off kilter and cruel. Could be a useful ice breaker." He said
said, "I hope that's the last time I underestimate you, er, Jack." I
said, "Thanks." I looked at Ivanna, and she nodded. I said to him, "You
should know for emergencies, I have all the abilities my father has,
including memories of my past lives, except time exploration, a little
less in quality. For now. And I'm shorter." He smiled, and said,
"Including humor. Thank you for the information." I said, "One more
thing he and I have in common. I'm clergy. A Rabbi, actually. Full
equivalent to ordination. And I know the other religions as well. I can
act as Chaplain when needed." He said, "Good to know." I said, "Ivanna
manages our people here as their direct supervisor, but some of them
I'll be managing, too, in what they do in the office, and on missions."
He looked at her. She said, "Among us, the most powerful, the most
intelligent, and the most wise, rules, regardless of other factors such
as physical age. He is second only to his father, and is better than
his father was at his age." I said to her in a loud whisper, "If I ask
you not to embarrass me, would it work?" She grinned and said, "No." I
sighed in fake dejection. We hugged with grins.
The Director said, "If you go down to personal, they'll set you up."
I said, "Right. On our way." Going out the door, I said to Ivanna so he
could hear, "Would be nice if I had an actual chest to pin the ID on."
We could hear him laughing. I put on my disguise in the elevator we
were alone in. I looked three years older, taller, with darker hair,
and blue eyes. a little darker skin, too. Ivanna said, "I like it. Not
as much as the real you, but nice." At Personnel, they took my picture
and my new name. They knew not to ask for fingerprints, DNA, or retinal
scans. Our office there has special status. They had to smile at my
name. I smiled back. They gave me the ID, and a desk nameplate, with
Dr. in front of the name, and took my visitor's pass. We went to our
office. It was larger than during my father's time. We do it for all of
Homeland Security now. We usually have two or three interviewers there
from the school, and sometimes four, all day, but kids only work there
half days. There was a receptionist and two secretaries. I was
introduced. My name made them smile. I winked at them so they knew it
was made up, and I was in disguise. A lot of our people are now that
way there. I could tell they were intensely curious about what I really
looked like. I caught them glancing at me a lot. I grinned at them, and
said, "You know, that's not going to work." They were a little
embarrassed, but smiled back. Ivanna said, "Jack is the supervisor
here, when he's here, and some other times as well." I said, "I see you
wondering, what happens if Ivanna and I disagree on something? It won't
happen. We just don't do that." They nodded as if they understood it,
but they didn't, and knew they wouldn't.
I went into one of the offices, and put my nameplate on the desk. One
of the drawers was full of other nameplates. Mine would join them when
I left for the day. The first interviewee was ushered in, with his
file. I glanced at it. I said, "Were you told your whole person is
subject to examination here?" He said "I was. I thought I was going to
see a psychologist." I said, "And you are. Me. Ready for the
interview?" He said "But you're a kid!" I said "Who has doctorates in
psychology. Well?" He looked at my name plate, and had to smile. I said
ruefully, "I know! Well?" He nodded. While I was asking him the
questions on the list, I was examining his mind and brain directly. He
passed. I put my notes in the folder, and put it into an envelope and
sealed it. I handed it to the applicant, and said, "Please take this to
Personnel." He got up, and looked curiously at the envelope, as if he
wanted to know what was inside it. Another test. If he opened it,
personal would know, and he wouldn't be hired. I carefully kept my
expression neutral. He thanked me and went out. I watched. He didn't
cheat.
The next applicant was ushered in. Right away I sensed something
wrong about him. He was deceiving. I lightly checked his mind for his
identity. He was a reporter! He had no intention of actually working
for the FBI. I signaled the front desk to get security before he even
sat down. I put him to sleep, and erased his memory of me. I ported him
to the empty room we had for this kind of situation. I said on the
intercom to the secretary, "He's a reporter, investigating our hiring
practices. He doesn't remember seeing me. Security has been called
for." I let him wake just before they grabbed him. They escorted him
out of the building.
The next applicant was ushered in. She took one look at my nameplate,
and laughed out loud. I asked her to be seated. She said, "Is that
real?" I said "Is your name real?" It was like a slap in the face to
her, which made her really think. The rest of the interview went well.
Before she left, after she got up, I said, "What is real, and unreal,
is as real and unreal as the opinions about them." She froze in her
tracks, and looked really odd. Then thoughtful. Then she said with a
little bow, "Thank you." I nodded. She walked out. I called down to
Personnel, and said the name of the applicant, and said, "Please add to
my notes she will be delivering soon, 'Highly recommended'." I was
thanked for that. Ivanna, who was monitoring, with Pete, said, "VERY
well done! Not the same, but at least as well as your father." Pete
agreed. I thanked them.
If I was going to be boss of our FBI service, I should be so all the
way. I decided to set up automatic monitoring of the building main
entrance, and our offices, in an independent background process, so I
would always know what was going on. Dad was still doing it, so they
would assume I would, in taking over from him. I did more. I put an
alarm watch on all state governors and federal legislators and judges.
It was a stretch, but only a little, to set up so many mind partitions
for all that. It payed off well, when a Congressional delegation in
Yemen came under attack. I informed the Director, and CIA, too, of what
was about to happen. They took care of it, with only a little of my
help needed. DHS wanted to tell the delegation who saved them. Our
group had an executive meeting about it. Dad said, "We can't lie. Here
are our choices. We put a lid on it. We authorize the telling that one
of my students did it. Or, Sol did it." Ichi said, "Mysterious things
happened. Might be bad if we don't take credit. And doing that might
reduce future actions of this kind." Srinoy said, "Do we want them
wondering how many there are of us, increasing their fear?" Mom said,
"Right. Has to be Sol." She smiled at me, and said, "Who has already
come to that conclusion." I said a plaintive, "Mom!" They all chuckled.
I was hugged and kissed.
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