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Date: Fri, 01 May 2015 19:02:45 -0400
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Solomon's Private File #27
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 14 in this story, in the Spring of 2040.
Solomon's Private File #27 "Dad's Exhibit"
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Mom said to me, "The Director of the Smithsonian is retiring. Let's
go see her." First we looked at Dad's work in the different buildings.
He had a lot of art and mineral displays there, and was their display
illustrator, too. We were in disguise. We discussed things silently in
contact. I said, "His illustrations really capture the attention, but
without distracting from the theme. I bet it wasn't easy to do that."
She said, "I agree. He couldn't be the full creative artist then." I
said, in the Native American museum, "I really like the sculptures.
They look almost real, which I think is more due to the dynamic poses
than to the realistic imagery." She said, "Good critique." Then there
was the section on him. His blue suit was there, and his violin, and
his precious metal damascus flute. I said, "Not a good picture of him.
Not as he would have made it." Mom was looking at me with some odd
feelings. More, when she looked back at the display. More pictures, and
in 3D. There he was on the Road to Sera, glowing in the love broadcast.
In another picture, he was looking like a man of love to his very young
children and his wife. In another, there he was with his violin in
front of an orchestra, playing his trademark encore, looking with
absolute love at his wife. There he was at the the end of his ballet
performance, covered in glowing lights. There he was, grinning his face
almost in half, trading piano improvisations with a prodigy in a PBS
pledge drive.
While she was still staring at the new and improved display, I said,
"The changes won't be noticed until we're out of the area." After a
while, she said, "Yes. Well done. I like it! Might give Sharon a heart
attack, though." Her feelings were much more intense than her words.
Full of love for Dad, and some for me, too. We went to see the Director
in the Castle building. We were in disguise. She was expecting us.
After we closed the door to her office, we dropped the disguises. We
said hello. She said, "I just received a call. Somebody changed the
Stephen exhibit. Any idea er, who?" Mom pointed a silent finger at me.
I looked the other way, like I was looking at who she might be pointing
at. Sharon laughed. Mom said, "I didn't know he was going to do
anything, until after he did it. Right. Entire blame is on him." I
said, "Nobody saw who did it." She said to Mom, "Show me?" After some
time looking, she said, "What do you think?" Mom said, "Improvement."
Sharon said, "Not blame, credit. Authorized?" They looked at me. I
said, "Your decision. I don't care. I just care about people seeing him
how he was. There was one painting I wanted to make, but it would have
needed too much of an explanation." She said, "Against that wall." I
made a picture of Dad on the ground in front of a sick Tibetan child,
with tears streaming down his face, getting ready to heal her from
radiation induced leukemia. Mom and Sharon had tears, too. Mom said,
"Accurate. I was there." Sharon said, "We'll make room for it, and the
description." She said to me, "Very good choices. Very good art, too.
Thank you VERY much!" I went behind her desk, and hugged her with love.
After she recovered, said said to me, "What other art do you do?" I
said, "Beyond classes, and for that display, I don't. I don't have any
reason to, interest included." She said, "What do you do with your
time?" I said, "Mostly devising new teaching methods, and teaching
unsuspecting victims with the results, research, Guardian work,
including supervision, and orgies." She had some really odd
expressions. My grin at that, didn't help. Mom tried not to laugh. Mom
said, "Don't let his twisted humor fool you. He's made significant
contributions to our knowledge of psionics and its history, approaching
the level of what Stephen did. His research into brain function, may be
even more significant. His teaching methods are inspired. We actually
enjoy watching him at that, and we ourselves are learning knew things
from that, and about ourselves as well. From his research and
explanations, we understand more now of how Stephen did what he did,
more than Stephen did. Yes, Sol has been filling his time very well,
and with truly important things." I said a plaintive, "Mom!" The amazed
Sharon had to laugh at that.
She said, "And here I was going to ask him if he could do some
illustrations for us when we need them." I said, "I thought you were
retiring." She said, "I was seriously considering it. I'm getting
older, and had less interest in this job than I thought I should have."
I said, "Everybody's doing it. Blaming me for everything! Soon they're
going to blame me for being a kid. Er, oops!" She laughed, and said,
"Well, yes. I have more interest now. And I'm not that old, yet." I
said, "Well, it's not as if you have to push a gigantic gem Castle out
of your office ALL the time." She laughed well, while Mom was poking
me. I looked at Mom, and she nodded. I said, "I'll do it, but there are
going to be issues. I'm not to be known to the public. I can use a
disguise, but a kid doing illustrations here with the same techniques
Dad used, and I have them all, well, people WILL make the connection."
Mom said, "It's not so bad. They already know you exist, and are
involved with life. Been said on CNN. Knowing you do some work here
shouldn't be much of a problem, because they won't know in advance WHEN
you do it. Trying out new disguises could be interesting." I put on my
out there Mohawk, and said, "Like this one you told me not to use for
the gallery event?" She said, "NOT like that one." I removed it, and
showed her my face splitting grin. They laughed.
I said to Sharon, "I'll work for YOU, not for your bound to be
inadequate replacement. Oh, and for your cats." I stroked the lioness
sculpture of Dad's she had on her desk, and it licked my hand. I said,
"Ah, she approves." They stared at me, and the lioness, and back again.
I said, "What, you don't agree?" Mom cleared her throat, and said,
"Fine." Sharon said, "I'll start the paperwork. We'll need a picture
for the ID." I said, "How about this disguise?" I was the wooden
Pinocchio. Sharon, trying to be serious, said, "I don't think that is
the best way to avoid too much attention." I said, "But you do get me,
no strings attached." I looked behind me at the dangling strings, and
said, "Oops!" They laughed. Then I was a normal boy my age, with dark
brown hair and hazel eyes, even the shadow of a starting mustache. I
had slightly darker light brown skin. Actually, I looked faintly
Navajo, which Mom recognized. She said, "Good. Use that one." I gave
Sharon a picture of me as that one. Then I put my first disguise back
on. So did Mom. We said our goodbyes and walked out.
Back at home, I said to Mom, "I know." She said, "So ambiguous." I
said, "You used me to change her mind about retiring." She said, "Yes.
Object?" I said, "No. I like it." She said, "I didn't expect you to
change the exhibit, and so forthrightly." I said, "We Guardians know
not to beg for refusals." She said, "You were right. Being raised by
Guardians has given you more of an insight to that than we expected.
Something else. You know things you haven't experienced." I said, "Dad
gave me a lot of stuff directly, but a lot more than he realized came
with it. The Buddha gave me some things, too." That one really
surprised her. To her questioning feeling, I said, "Dad wasn't the only
one who got the time management things in that touch." She digested the
implications of that fast, and said, "Got plans for you." I said,
"Probably. They don't do these things without good reasons." She said,
"Good for them, maybe not so good for you." I said, "I wasn't asked. If
I had been, we know I would have said yes." We hugged and kissed with
love.
Galya came for her next 4th lesson. I said, "First, Spaceball. Played
it before?" She said, "No, I haven't. We're going to do that now?" I
said, "Sure. I'll port us to an empty arena." We arrived in the locker
room and changed into protective gear. We came out and saw that Ed was
there to act as the referee. We set the gravity to normal. The force
screen dividing the court, came on. I touched it, and it wouldn't let
my hand through, but would let the ball through it. I said to Galya,
"Rules. Hit the ball only with chakra force from the chakras in your
hands. How you move about the court is your business, but no 4th is
allowed in the game. You score by striking your opponent with the ball.
The screen blocks our force, and could rebound it, so you'd better not
jam the ball. Handicap; I'll use only one hand." I made an illusion of
a big hand and arm coming out of my chest, and slapped it down, and
said, "Not that one!" They laughed.
We took our positions, and the ball was in play. She couldn't hit it
at all at first. Then she gradually got better. Then she was doing
well. Then there were four balls flying all over, and she was having a
LOT of fun. After an hour, I yelled out, "Null G!" And then we were
floating in the air. Not for long. Soon we were streaking along,
bouncing from wall to wall, hitting the balls all over, using chakra
force and PK to propel us. Then we stopped, and sunk to the floor, and
the gravity came back on. The dividing screen vanished. I went to her,
and said, "Good work! Well done!" She was so tired, she almost couldn't
say, "Thanks." I said, "Now for the 4th part of the lesson. All we do
with it is possible because we use the energy in the 4th. We can use
that directly if we want to, to power equipment, and ourselves.
Crystal." She read it, and knew what I wanted. She wasn't tired
anymore. She had taken energy from the 4th, and used it to add energy
to her body.
I said, "Naturally, that's not fair for sports competitions, so we
don't use it for that. And we don't use it too much for anything. It's
not good for our bodies to come to depend on it. Not healthy at all.
VERY good for emergencies, though. A REAL lifesaver. That's how we
power the world love broadcasts, and when we have to heal somebody in
person, when we don't have enough life force energy to do it without
that help." We went to the locker room, undressed, and went to take a
shower. We could have used the blue light station that cleans
everything instantly, but we like to take showers sometimes. It just
feels nice. More, when friends you love help each other. No playing
around, though. Shower rooms, even regular bathrooms are very dangerous
places, full of hard protruding objets and slippery floors. You fall,
you could crack your head open. We did use the blue light to dry off,
though, and to style Gayla's hair. It's very programable. It even
cleans teeth. I had it trim my hair a little. You might wonder at our
sharing a locker room and shower. Naturists don't have body modesty, so
it doesn't make sense to have separate facilities.
Back at school, I said, "Do more review and practicing what you know.
The next lesson could be a little interesting." She said, "That doesn't
say much. They're ALL interesting!" I said, "Well, to me, too." We
hugged and kissed with love.
At the next lesson outside, I asked Galya, "How did I make Moses?"
She said, "Really interesting! Yes, I want to learn that. But I don't
have any idea." I said, "Here is a half meter cube of quartz. What
would you do if you wanted to take a smaller cube of quartz out of it,
but without breaking it?" She said, "The 4th. Hmm." Then a little clear
cube appeared in her hand, at the same time the big cube exploded. I
had protected us with a 4th shield. I said, "What are the lessons in
this?" She looked really embarrassed, and said, "One is, the shield.
ALWAYS on for experiments!" I said, "Right. Happens every time at
first. Yes, to me, too. We REALLY learn that lesson well that time."
She giggled. She said, "I visualized the shape I wanted, and ported it
out, but it exploded." I said, "Play it back in very slow motion." She
said, "Oh! The stress was too much. Then how?"
I said, after porting the experiment to us, "Remember the rock and
the wall splitting it? Well, this rock is held in a vice. What will
happen if I do the same thing now?" She said, "I see now. It would
force the two halves apart by a tiny fraction of a millimeter,
instantly, but that would be enough to really damage the rock under
pressure in the vise." I said, "Correct. What if you set your proposed
wall to not be solid, but to port a number of molecules of matter away
from either side of its plane of existence, such as 20. And then
activate it? Go ahead and try, if you want to." The rock split nicely
in half, and the parts fell out of the vice. I ported in another big
cube, and nodded to her. A smaller cube appeared in her hand, and
nothing exploded. I said, "Note the surface. Perfectly polished, better
than can be done any other way. Sharp edges, too. Great for faceting
gemstones, and with much less waste." She said, "Wow! I see. Amazing."
I said, "I agree. Dad invented the technique."
She said, "But where did those big cubes come from?" I said, "Same
place all the things I ported here came from. Even the little toys we
used for beginning PK training. Elemental porting. Not the same use of
the word. Porting individual atoms into place, from basic elemental
sources." She said, "Wow!" I said, "Not that difficult with some fancy
programing. Expecting a crystal now?" She grinned, and said,
"Absolutely!" I said, "This one has some source locations, but you can
use others, and basic design procedures and parameters." She read it. I
said, "This one has scanning programs and assembly programs. This one
has chemical formulas for materials, some not existing in nature, you
might want to use, and a lot of sample patterns to play with." She read
them all in turn, with a lot of wows. I said, "Next lesson might even
be more amazing." She said, "I don't know how that can possibly be!" I
said, "I do." She had to laugh. I said, "Practice. Then we'll see." We
hugged and kissed with love.
Pete said, in the education meeting, "You're giving it all to her?" I
said "Sure. Why not?" He said, "I didn't know a non S Kid could learn
some of that." I said, "Mom did, from Dad. So did Ichi and Srinoy." He
and Ivanna looked at each other in speculation. I was trying not to
grin. Then Ivanna said, "What is the next lesson?" I said, "Slow
learner?" They got it, and had to laugh.
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