Solomon's Private File #30
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 #30 "Guardian"
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At the Guardian executive meeting, I was silent. Then Ichi asked me,
"If they want to meet with you, will you do it?" I said, "No. Two
reasons. I see no benefit, and I don't want to." Nigel said, "But you
could turn him." I said, "Part way, maybe. Would only get him killed
and replaced with a hardliner. Might still happen now. Still, things
will get interesting. He sent somebody to the address on my driver's
license. Not a living place. He's checking my name out, and will find
nothing. He will be very confused, and suspicious, and really doesn't
want to be. He will need an explanation. When the time is right, I'll
put a note on his desk saying that I didn't tell him any lies, but I
wasn't responsible for him believing my false documents that I didn't
ask him to look at. That he should remember that I said I would never
trust him." Nigel said, "Wow! That will make him respect you even more.
Even love you!" Ichi said, "And that without another meeting.
Brilliant!" I said, "Please don't complement me for doing this dirty
work. It makes me feel sick." They hugged me with love.
Things happened as I said and we expected. The report from our
counterspy was interesting. The Director said, "He thinks you're one of
the most dangerous men he's ever met. Brilliant and skilled. Said we
should kill you. If we could find you." I said, "Here I am." He
chuckled. I said, "Going to tell him?" He said, "Undecided." I said,
"We don't need him in there now. My people are recording everything
that group does. Going to pull him?" He said, "Can't, without exposing
our operation." I said, "When you want to, we can manage it so there
aren't any problems." He said, "How?" I said "We could fake killing
him. Road rage incident. You could transfer then. Bring him back when
you bust the group." He said, "We might do that. I'll let you know."
He said, "Ivanna told me about your almost exposure highly
recommended applicant. Thanks. We've got him on the fast track." I
said, "What I'm here for. You're welcome. Got any ideas how I can get
Ivanna to stop embarrassing me?" He laughed.
The agent was briefed on his departure. He objected. He wanted to
stay, and help get me. His handler, in the meeting in a safe house,
said, "There is somebody I'd like you to meet." As the Hezbollah agent,
I walked into the room. I said, "I've seen surprised people before, but
you've got them all beat." It took him some time to recover. Then he
said, "Sir, that was the damnedest performance I've ever even heard
of!" I said, "Er, thanks. I hope he didn't notice how sick it made me
feel to do that." He said, "I know what you mean, but I'm sure he
didn't. In fact, he positively loves you!" I said, "And that's why
you're being pulled. His whole group is being er, replaced by others,
violently. In the middle of all that, they'll all be taken." He said,
"But we could have learned so much!" I said, "Not as much as what we
wanted THEM to learn." He said, "Wow!" I said, "We hear that a lot." He
looked even more surprised than even he probably thought he could, when
it dawned on him who was really involved in the situation. Then he
said, "Why?" I said, "That building they watched. Bad vibes. Decided to
work that a little. Why waste an action on only one goal?" He said,
"Wow! Amazing! Brilliant!" I said, "Not you, too! I've been getting
that from my own people. Embarrassing." He grinned and said, "Like
father, like son." I said, "Does it ever end with you?" He tried not to
laugh. I said, "I should be going. You've done very good and important
dangerous work for your country. Most will never know, but WE who do,
admire and love you for it. It's an honor to know you." I offered to
shake hands. We did, and I changed my disguise, and said, "This is how
I look in my office. Hmm, I'd better step back, before I get hit by
your possibly flying eyeballs." The handler almost laughed his head
off. The agent almost choked. I walked out, and ported to the office. I
still had a watch on him. He whispered, "What a man!" He had some
tears.
Ed offered to handle the rest of the action for us. My tears showed
him even more, how grateful I was for that. But those in the office
still had to treat me differently again. I had a private meeting with
them, with Ivanna. I said, "Please control yourselves. If you keep
showing those feelings in the office, I'll have to give up working
there. It's disrupting the operation. Please, or we're going to be in a
pretty pickle!" Their feelings took a tumble, and they smiled and
nodded. We hugged and kissed everybody with love. But it didn't end
there. Rumors flew around the building that Solomon was active as an
agent with the Bureau. One of our secs asked me if that was true. I
said, "How would I know?" She just grinned. I said, "If he does things
with the Bureau, it's probably like his father did. He does what he
wants, and drags the Bureau into it when he feels like it. In any case,
it better not make the news, or if it's true, it might stop." She said,
"Yes. I'll pass that along." I nodded, and went back to my office,
thinking lot of sheeshes.
I said to Galya at her next class with me, "You know about the
Guardian Gear." She said, "I do. All who qualify, wear it, but you." I
said, "I don't need it. Neither do you. But you will have them, anyway,
for pointing to technology to explain our abilities in offworld
missions." She said, "When?" I said, "When you make them." She said,
"Wow!" I said, "The final test of our class here. You know who is
practically all ears now." She laughed. I said "Why, is something you
might not have thought of yet. How to make a crystal function like a
machine, and be controlled by the mind of an Adept. Not one of us could
do it well, except Dad, and er, me. That's going to change, with you.
Oh boy, can your feel your mother's emotions all the way here?" She
said with a grin, "No, but I've got a good imagination." I said,
"First, new scanning info, and special 4th manufacturing tools. You
could have built them yourself over time, but why waste it?" I gave her
the crystal. She gave the usual wows in return. I said, "Now the
control specs and operation, and info on what has already been done,
such as the interdiction setups and how to modify them. And plans for
making some interesting things." A lot more wows. She said, "Now I see
how he used the 4th to protect his buildings!" I said, "Right. Make
your gear when you're able, and I'll show you how to set up your wrist
computer." 3 minutes later, she wore two rings, a wrist band, and
special belt. I said, "Having made them yourself, you don't need to be
told how to use them, but practice is important, so your body knows
well how to work with them. Now for the computer and com." We did that
mind to mind, with some more wows. She said, "I don't even have to wear
it. I can access it anywhere from the 4th." I said, "Yep, very
convenient."
I said, "One more thing." I had said that in the air, and not with my
body. Back with my usual voice apparatus, I said, "Virtual machines.
You now have the ability to create anything you understand, out of
matter. But you don't have to use matter for something you don't want
to keep. 4th planes can be used for almost everything in any scale,
from subatomic, to galactic, with any properties you can imagine, in
any level of complexity, and you can save them working, in crystals. I
made that transducer you heard my voice from, from 4th planes. I could
give you plans for some things, but I won't. I don't want to take away
from you the fun and learning experience of discovering and making your
own. Create! Enjoy! Show off, too. Yes, I want to appreciate what you
do."
I said, "This is your last Senior Adept class. You are one in full,
better, actually, than anybody but my mother, my sister, and me. And
you will surpass my mother someday." She said, "But I don't have the
4th math." I said, "You will, when you are able to understand it. Now,
with your academic classes, and your other duties, your main duty after
them, is to practice and perfect what you know. When you need me, I'll
be there for you. And next year, when we'll have a lot of students in
I suggest you go to your parents now, who want to absolutely smother
you in affection." She grinned, and tried to do that to me, first. A
very good try.
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