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Solomon's Private File #150
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 20 in this story, in the Winter of 2046-2047.
Solomon's Private File #150 "More Dust, and Mali"
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The PM of Thailand asked to see me. He said, "Our floods. Can you do
nothing about them?" I said, "So little, it would make no useful
difference. If I remove all the water, where would I put it? The ocean,
if I could actually port something that isn't a solid, yes, but what
about where it was, where some of it was actually needed? If I started
playing around with floods, I would cause greater disasters with that.
It's strange, but of all natural disasters, floods, and the damage they
cause, are the most predictable, preventable, or simply avoided, but
people don't seem to have the desire to do that, except when it's
actually happening, and then when it's over, they resolve to do it, but
then don't see why they should when it's not flooding, until there is
another flood. The science involved is well known, and has been since
ancient times. Water flows downhill. It's heavy, and can make small
spaces bigger. It can carry in it things that can break other things.
Dirt absorbs it and becomes loose, and then part of the flow. If you
block it, the flow will still continue until it either breaks the
blockage, or goes over the top of it. The damage floods cause is
greater than the cost of protecting the people and property from them,
but that seems too rational to act on."
He said, "I didn't expect you to say that." I said, "Is any of it
untrue?" He sighed and said, "No, it isn't. We could build high
concrete walls to contain the rivers, but then we couldn't use the
rivers for fishing, travel, or commerce." I said, "Yes. There is a cost
for everything. The riverways are complicated natural systems. Man
wants to regulate them to his will. That just won't happen. The more
you try, the greater will be the cost of that failure. Moving water
pays no attention to the hands in it that want to stop it. Except to
take them along for a deadly ride. China has discovered that with their
great dams. They have actually affected their weather systems, and for
the worse."
I said, "Your people want me to help. I can't do it well, not this
time for this thing, but will they believe me? They won't want to, but
at least you can tell them you asked. I love them, but I'm not all
powerful. Sometimes the natural order of things must prevail, for the
good of all." He said, "I think I understand. If you could, you would
not destroy typhoons or cyclones?" I said, "Correct. I don't know if I
can stop them, but I wouldn't try. It would seriously unbalance the
weather system to where it couldn't be predicted, and that alone will
cause more damage. I have to care about the whole world, and not favor
one part of it, at the unpredictable expense of another. Would you like
a recording of this conversation?" He said, "I do, please. May I make
it public?" I said, "I intended that." We smiled at each other, and
bowed.
I asked for a meeting with the PM of Iceland. After polite things, I
said, "Europe is going to need a gigantic dustbin." He smiled and said,
"Volcano?" I said, "Yes, and a big angry one. If it were a nose on a
person, it would drown him, after blasting all around him with
explosive sneezes." He chuckled. He said, "I hear you are good with
sneezes." I groaned and grabbed my chest and said, "Did I really
deserve that?" He grinned and said, "No, but I couldn't resist it. Good
story. Well told." I said, "That eases my pain. Here's the bad guy." I
projected a map, and showed him where. He said, "Can you stop it?" I
said, "Yes, if you want to send practically your whole island to the
moon." He nodded. I said, "Sometimes I can help a little, but I must
NOT make it worse. If what I would do would cause more death than if I
hadn't interfered, I would die. Would be a shortage of world helpers
then." He said, "I think I understand more now, the risks you take.
Don't do that." I said, "Do you expect me to obey you?" He said, "No."
I said, "Good." We shared smiles. He said, "Can you do anything about
the ash in the air?" I said, "I can port solid things. Sometimes a
large volume of them in a kind of container. Can't port that much air
into space, for Earth's balance. Porting one particle at a time would
be a little tedious. Hmm, there may be a way, but I won't know until I
test it. Want to watch me do that now?" He said, "Oh wow! Yes!" I said,
"Got a wood burning fireplace around I can play with?" He said, "My
There was already a log in it. I said, "Too bad it's windy outside."
He said, "No car in my garage now." I said, "Alright. Here's a bowl and
a shovel. There's some ash. Let's get to work." We did. In the garage,
I said, "I've made a temporary room of force walls. The bowl is inside
of it. I'm shaking it all over, so the ash will float in the air. I can
make these force walls assume any shape, and have any properties I
want. Suppose I make a wall that air doesn't notice, but that ash can't
get through it?" I did that, making it light blue. I swished it around,
and said, "Notice the wind?" He said, "Yes, And I see the problem. You
have created a very good filter, but the ash eventually blocks the air
from getting through it." I said, "In real life, and as big as it would
need to be, that would also then catch animals, too." He said, "Yes. We
couldn't have that. I don't see a solution that is feasible." I said,
"A gigantic windscreen wiper wouldn't work well." He grinned and said,
"I was thinking that!" I said, "Oh, then you must be very intelligent!"
We laughed.
I said, "There is something possible, but I don't know if it would
work on the scale needed, or be safe for birds and things. I could add
a setting to the wall that it should teleport what it is set to feel,
someplace else, and nothing else. I don't know if it would actually
work that way for real. A fully active self cleaning filter. Here's a
target sealed container for what could be ported." There was a clear
box on the floor. I said, "Now to move the new filter around." I did,
and the new box filled up. I said, "Good so far. Now to start over with
the ash in the big room, but with bits of paper blowing in the air,
too." I moved the filter around, and the paper wasn't even touched. I
said, "Wait! Not time to celebrate yet. We don't know at what speed it
will work. If too slow, it would be useless. I'm going to program the
filter to move at thousands of KPH around in the room. Watch for any
airflow as indicated by the paper. The room's walls will protect us
from any sonic booms." He nodded. I did that, and faster than we could
see, the room was clear of ash. I turned to the PM and said, "Would you
like your fireplace and chimney cleaned?" He let out a big woop, and
and jumped all over. I said, "You must really like your fireplace." He
laughed, and he rushed to hug me. I said, "Right. More than I thought."
More laughter. He said, "Yes, please clean it." I said, "Done. I've
just told our lead engineer, and he's jumping around, too. There are a
LOT of possibilities for this idea. We knew of the effect, but thought
said, "Yes. But your experiments were inspired. That helped." I said,
"Oh, you know our engineer?" He laughed.
I said, "When the time comes, what would you like to do with the ash?
It's your country's resource. Would make a great addition to concrete.
Or fertilizer. Or I could compact it into building blocks. Bricks and
things. There is an old saying, 'if life gives you lemons, make
lemonade'." He said, "I understand. How much time do we have to think
about that? I said, "About nine days should be about right. But I can
store the ash anywhere in space, so no real hurry. But I need your
official permission to clean your air of ash when the volcano spurts."
He said, "You will have it, as a public announcement as soon as I can
make it." I cleaned everything up, and we ported back to his office.
The announcement was made. There were no understandable complaints.
More hugs.
Percy said, "You'll need more than that for the volcano." I said,
"Right. Two part filter screen. One for rock ash. The other part
filters out sulfur gasses. Then I'll break that up and return the
oxygen to the atmosphere, and put the sulfur somewhere." He said,
"Good. Too bad we can't give these things to the public." I said, "For
everything, yes. But then, no other planet has people like us." He
said, "Some compensation. Your pans are wonderful. I set up some
automatic wear tests, and so far, they beat everything that's ever been
on the market, and are still going strong. Wish we could make them
sandwich, but it would make them not last as long. Here's some for
testing, and we can include that design in the lists of specs. You know
we can't make them use any particular design, and there will be a lot
of competition among manufacturers. No exclusives." He said, "True, but
the first to copy your very own Solomon original design, will make a
mint." I said, "That's why we're publishing them. Great incentive to
push to be the first, fast." We grinned our faces at each other.
The volcano did erupt on schedule, and I had a large filter dome over
it, which was very much noticed and marveled at. It's still going, and
will probably be doing it for two more months. I told them that, but
they didn't care much, because it wasn't causing any problems where it
was.
I walked into a house where the leaders of an Islamist extremest
group were, in Northern Mali. I asked to speak with them. They agreed.
One said, "Aren't you afraid we will kill you?" I said, "Do you want
to?" He said, "No. But if I did?" I said, "If the air were pink, would
you breathe it?" Some took a while to work through that. Some had
smiles. One said, "Agreed. Why worry about what is not? But pink?"
Chuckles. I said, "I've ruled nations according to religious law. It
never worked well, and that was when those laws actually made sense in
the world as it was then. In the past, until relatively recently, a
nation had two mostly equal rulers. A King, and a Priest, if not always
with those actual titles. That is how it always was as far back as
there were people who weren't quite people yet. When I was the original
Solomon, I saw that to rule a nation was different from ruling a
religion. Religions almost always want to force their will on people,
where good governments want to manage and protect their people from
other nations, and insure their physical well being while enabling a
good economy. Even though I was devout in my faith, I sometimes had to
oppose my Priests in order to do my duties as King. If I had done all
that they wanted, my kingdom would not have lasted as long as it did. A
King must be just and wise. A Priest doesn't care about that, but only
that his will is done, and often as disruptive as possible. This makes
people suffer and die, because there are always some who just don't
care that much about religion, in managing their lives, and oppose such
strict actions regarding it. Priests want to kill them, or send them
away, but a King is king for ALL his people. So, there is always
conflict."
I said, "In a time after the first Solomon, I was a Priest and a
Prophet of God. The King did not obey the word of God I was directed to
give him. I complained to God too strongly, and I was then made no
longer his Prophet, and directed to train my replacement, who killed me
when he was able to. We remember past lives for a reason. We are to
learn from them. From that one, and others, I have learned that God
doesn't want us to force people to obey his laws, but they must do it
of their own free wills, or it is false obedience, and they are not
with God in that. But why do some people still need to force others to
their own beliefs, that they often violate themselves? I have found
that it is not as they want to think it is. What they crave is power
over others, and use religion to justify acquiring it. Such people are
not men of God, but of Shaytan. Some people disagree with this. It
should be no surprise that it is those very people who do that the
most. There is another part to this. Is Islam a religion so bad that
people have to be forced on pain of death, to obey it? In a way it
actually is so, BECAUSE of that. You will not make the world all of
Islam, because you make Islam bad in the eyes of others, with what you
do in its name. You will only make misery and death, and rule desperate
and suffering people for a while, until you are dead and NOT in
Paradise. I have seen what happens after death, and spoken with those
who were waiting for their judgement. Well, I'm a researcher. I have
seen some of what happens to them after judgement. Murderers of the
innocent do suffer for it, like I did in many of my lives."
I said, "Yes, I have done what you are doing. I used religion to try
to gain power. I killed many innocents to do that. Sometimes I truly
believed I was right. Most times I fooled myself into believing I was
right. A few times I knew I was doing it just for power, and I must
admit it, perverse pleasure. For that, and other things, I suffered
probably more than any other soul has EVER suffered in all history. I
remember all my lives now, in perfect clarity, and I have to remember
all that suffering I endured, and all that I caused, like it is
happening all my waking moments in this life. I fear for you that you
are creating in you, what happened to me, and that you will suffer
greatly for it. I can't desire that for you, for anybody. Please don't
make me a failure in this. Please think about the path you are creating
for yourselves in this life and after it. There are always consequences
for every action, someday. That is the universe as God has ordered it.
We all live it, even if we do not remember our past lives as I do. We
are all responsible for what we do. Best we do good, for if we do bad,
we will truly suffer for it."
I said, "I could say that I have said all I planned to say here
today, but that would not be true. I did not plan what I would say, or
even that I would come here. I no longer do much planning of these
things. I just do them. I don't know if it's my will, or that of God.
It's no difference to me now, as I am wholly His. Please accept my
love, and His, to show you the truth of me I give you, for you." I did
a local love broadcast, and God joined us, and stated a very clear
message to them, which they understood. I ended it, and they were in
absolute awed shock. The leader said, "You ARE a true Prophet!" I said,
"I can't deny it. My life is not completely my own, but I cannot deny
Him, nor can I want to. But I have His complete love. That's not so
bad. I think I should go now. Be well. Be with God. OUR one true God."
I stood and bowed, and ported home.
There were a lot of people waiting for me, crying. I said, "Don't
cry. Hmm, that didn't work." Some trembling smiles. We hugged and
kissed with love. Mom said, "You didn't give them recordings. Too
strong for the public?" I said, "I don't know. Just didn't seem right.
I think we should go with that for now." She nodded. We all shared our
love.
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