Solomon's Private File #152
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 Spring of 2047.
Solomon's Private File #152 "Bhutan"
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After a week, the CIA China assassin came back to see me. I said,
"You're looking better. There has been some action on that situation.
Want to know about it?" He took a while to decide, but said, "Yes." I
told him what "Sol" did at the Chinese Embassy and at the CIA. He said,
said, "Still seeing his wife in your mind?" He said, "Yes." I said, "We
can do something about that. A little hypnosis to make that memory a
little less distinct and demanding. Then a few weeks of therapy.
Agree?" He said, "You're the expert. I have to agree." I made like I
was hypnotizing him, and used projection to put him to sleep. I did
what I planned to the memory. Then I implanted some mechanisms that
would enhance my planned therapy. I woke him up and told him about some
mental and emotional exercises he should be doing before our next
meeting, then we practiced them. He left feeling better and more
hopeful for the future
Bhutan was making noises, mostly in jealousy of the now prosperous
Tibet. I ported to the office of the PM, in Thimphu, by appointment.
After polite things, I said, "There have been some interesting public
comments in this part of the world." He tried not to smile, and said,
"I think I know of some of them." I said, "For the issues that they
were about, are there possible solutions?" He said, "There might be." I
said, "Do you fully believe they are possible, and more, may become
actual?" He said, "I know truthfulness is required with you. I think
some are possible, but may never be actual." I said, "I have to agree.
But there are things that haven't been said that could be actual. Wow!
What a change in feeling!" He had to chuckle.
I said, "First, a gift. There was a fire in 1827, in your ancient
capital, Punakha. Many documents were lost. If you will assign a place
to receive my time research results, I will give it all to you." He had
tears, and said, "A most precious gift that I did not expect! Thank you
very much." I said, "If you know me, you know it's the unexpected that
I like the most." He grinned and said, "I do believe that!" I said, "I
have a kind of small thing to say about me. I had a life here. Yes, in
one of my lives, I was of this country. No, I was not anybody famous,
just a Lama." He said, "Would you tell me the name?" I said, "I'm
sorry, I would not. I try not to do that. I should not accept honors or
blame for the good and bad I did in past lives, because while I have
learned much from those lives, I am not now those people, and am not
responsible for them, but I remember some of the Monasteries from that
time, and see that some now are in need of repair, more than might be
apparent. I offer my services for that." He looked impossibly happy,
and said, "You can do what your father did in Tibet?"
I said, "I have the same skills my father had, but being a different
person, I have different thoughts and feelings about how to use them. A
true artist doesn't copy the art of another, and a person who is to
restore a thing, doesn't put himself into the work, but enhances the
art that is already there. I see you feel some disappointment. Well,
there is a lot of that in life." He had to chuckle. He said, "We have
studied your father very extensively, and have studied you. I have to
say that you are like him in some ways, but unlike him in other ways. I
wasn't sure about that until now. I would not trust somebody who was
trying to copy his father in all things, or one who was determined not
to copy anything. You know what we would like, I think more than we are
comfortable in expressing. I will trust you to use your fair judgment
in helping us as much as you think is wise and desirable. You will,
anyway, but I thought you would appreciate our expressed agreement." I
said, "I do. You are wise, if a little embarrassing." He chuckled.
I went to the different Monasteries and discussed with them what they
would like to have me do. I didn't do most of that, which would have
been copies of what was in Tibet. Instead, I restored lost documents
and art, and repaired buildings that they couldn't do themselves. I
also repaired some roads. None of the structural repairs involved the
use of precious materials or 4th protection. There were some complaints
about that. I said, "If you had suffered as much as Tibet had suffered,
things would be different here. But you didn't. I am not my father, and
this is not a task that has come from God, such as what my father was
required to do for Tibet. You have more than you had before I did this,
which is more than most countries have had of me. I am finished here,
now. The future has many possibilities. Good things may come to those
who earn them. Farewell." That did leave them with some frustration,
but mostly of the silent kind.
George said to me, "Problems. Candidate in Romania. Mother won't let
her come to the school. Wants her for Gypsy fortune teller business.
Girl wants to come, and is making a big fuss." I said, "New term is far
off." He said, "Yes, but we can't wait with this one. Letting it go
public would be bad for all." I said, "Alright, I'll look into it."
When the time was right, I ported to meet with the girl alone. I said
to her really wide eyes, "I'm Solomon, and while I'm here with you, we
won't be disturbed. I hear you want to come to my school. Why?" She
said, "So I can learn to be like you!" I said, "That's not possible."
She was really surprised and said, almost in tears, "Why can't I?" I
said, "First reason is we are all different. You can't be like me, or
anybody else. All you can be is you, but that's a lot, and that
includes some of the unusual things I can do. Second reason is, it has
to be a secret. We don't want our school and students to be exposed.
Jealous and fearful people would keep trying to kill us, if they knew
who and where we were. You make too much noise about this, or cause
your mother to do it, causing people to know about you, we can't take
you." She said, "Oh!" Then she said, "But I want to go! Can you help
me?" I said, "I can try. Your mother has to give permission, and keep
quiet about it." She said, "She won't." I said, "That's true for now,
but the next class doesn't start until the Fall. We have time to help
her to understand things better."
She said, "True. How will we do that?" I said, "Your present
abilities. Do they work well when you are angry or very sad?" She said,
"They don't. I understand! I will be like that." I said, "Yes, but she
could know if it wasn't true. She has the same abilities you have, but
hugged. I said, "Tell me what you think we can do about that." She
said, "You will make it so that I seem angry and sad to her, even when
I am not. And I will not use my abilities when asked, but will look
like I try, and they won't work." I said, "Very good, but that is only
a small part of it for you. You will have to act that way in all that
you do. You can't laugh or have fun, even when you are not with your
mother. She might find out about that. A very difficult thing for you
to do, for such a long time." She thought about it for a while, and
said, "I don't know if I can do it, but I think I should try. You will
talk to my mother?" I said, "Yes. Will be something very interesting, I
think." She laughed. We hugged with love. I said before I left her, "It
would be best that you don't tell her that we've met." She nodded,
trying to hide her grin. I put a little crystal in her skull that was
programmed to fool her mother into sensing she was angry and depressed.
I walked into her mother's establishment. She recognized me, and was
very surprised, and then she started screaming about me taking her
child away. I prevented the sound of that from escaping the room, and
sat down in front of her and waited. Eventually she wound down. I gave
her polite greetings. She didn't say anything. I cupped my ear, and she
had a slight smile. I gave her a smile in return, and she said, "I
greet you." I said, "In all of the history of our school, and the other
schools we helped start out among the stars, we have never taken a
child from a parent who didn't want us to." She said, "Oh." I said,
"And we require our students to honor their parents, if doing that
doesn't cause harm to people and the school." She said, "You don't
lie?" I said, "That's right, and you can feel that I'm not lying." She
said, "True. I want her to stay and work with me." I said, "I
understand that very well, but it won't happen." She said with some
alarm, "What do you mean?" I said, "She just won't do it, now that she
knows about the school and her acceptance. Even if we don't take her,
because she knows what could be hers, she will never do what you want.
I think you know this, but don't want to accept it." She said, "I will
make her work here!"
I said, "You know that's not possible. You make her sad and angry,
that will block her abilities. You know what you would do in that
situation, if you were her. Yes, she would kill you. Yes, I smile, but
it's because she's a lot like you, in that." She had to smile a little.
I said, "You have a hard choice to make. She will not work for you. You
can keep her here, and try to force her, and she will hate you, and
probably turn into a very evil and dangerous person, if you live to see
that. Or you can let her go, and she will continue to love you, and be
a part of your life, but will not ever work here in this kind of thing,
but do great things for a lot of people, but in secret. I'm sorry that
you can't become important as her mother, but our people need to be
secret, or jealous and hateful people will try to kill her and you."
She said, "But you are not secret." I said, "I didn't have a choice in
that. My parents caused my exposure. But my wife and daughter are
secret. I do NOT want them to experience what being open to the world
does to me. Nobody knows were we live, or even how to contact me.
Almost all of our people are secret, and agree very much with the
necessity. If you don't agree to that, we won't accept your daughter."
I said, "I think there is something you misunderstand about us. We
have no personal desire to take your daughter, or any other qualified
student. We don't need them. We have more than enough to keep our
school in operation. We do this because we know it is best for her, for
you, and for the world. One more thing. We pay students who come to our
school, and their parents. We do not ever want them to sacrifice their
ability to live a good life to be with us." She sighed, and said, "I
know you are good people. I shouldn't have accused you of being bad.
May I have time to think about this?" I said, "Absolutely. Months
before the next term starts. Please keep all this a secret, for your
own safety, and hers, and ours." I said that with Ki reinforcement. She
said, "I agree to that." I offered to hug her, and she accepted. More
Ki reinforcement.
I ported back to her daughter. I said, "We had a meeting. She's going
to think about it. Don't push her, okay?" She nodded. I said, "Your
sadness projection for your mother is working now. You can turn it off
and on by thinking a strong desire for that to be so. Practice it now,
so I can see you can do it. Oh! Very good!" She grinned, and we hugged.
I pushed the mission report to George. He said, "I wouldn't have
thought of the fake emotional broadcast. Wow!" I said, "Going to be a
little work to remove what that deception does to her clarity of mind,
but I think it might be worth it." He said, "Probably. Well done."
I ported to Sharon's office at the Smithsonian. I said, "My father
didn't do something for you that he should have. Want me to?" She said,
"If you will tell me what the heck that is!" I said with a slight
smile, "Even if I didn't say, would you still want it?" She made like
she was going to throw a book at me. I said, "Funny you should choose
that weapon. Founder's files were lost in a fire. Want replicas?" She
said, "Oh! I see what you mean. Yes we would, very much!" I said, "More
was lost then. Got a room available?" She told me where. I said,
"Filled it. I suspect there is going to be some interest there." She
said, "You've got his understatements! Give them back!" I said, "Nope.
Mine now." We hugged with love.
State asked for a meeting. She said, "One of our diplomats attending
an international meeting in France is accused of a crime." I said,
"Wait. If he did it, no help from me." She said, "Already suspected,
with some disappointment." I said, "You know I can't play favorites. We
can leave it at this, or proceed." She sighed, and gave me the info. I
checked it out. I said, "Problems. It's MUCH more complicated than you
know. Yes, he did something like what was described, but not nearly as
bad, but it was a setup. He was pushed into it, deliberately. CIA
wanted his help. He refused. They tried to make him give them something
they could use to blackmail him, and it blew up. Victim was pressured
to tell, but said way too much, and a lot of it isn't true. Local CIA
agents tried to fix it, and made it worse, so they cut her loose. She
can't find them, so her only target is your man, and she's royally
pissed."
She took a while to think that out, and said, "Did she know what
would happen with him?" I said, "Only that he would get a little rough
if she hinted that she liked it. She ended up giving more than a hint,
and the language barrier helped it go too far. Maybe I shouldn't have
said er, 'ended up', right then." She smiled. Then she frowned in
anger, and said, "They aren't supposed to go after my people without
approval!" I said, "Right. I'll be discussing that with their Director.
And I'm going to be discussing it with the French authorities. Then
I'll question the victim with a lie detector of my own, but very
carefully. It's not my policy to expose spies." She said, "Why?" I
said, "If I did that, I would have to expose them all, and the
democratic countries would be hurt the most by that. And most of them
would be killed, and they're only doing their patriotic duty. It's
their supervisors who are most to blame for the bad things they do."
She said, "Hmm, I hadn't thought that far. Thank you. Report after?" I
said, "Right."
I ported to the Director of the CIA in his office, and told him what
had happened. Then I said, "State is REALLY pissed off with you." He
sighed and said, "I don't blame her. What are you going to do?" I said,
"I don't expose spies. So to the agents, nothing, but they should be
reassigned before she fingers them. It's their supervisor's fault. Do
what you will with him. I'm going to explain something of this to the
French authorities, and question the victim with my own lie detector.
Diplomat was played. He should have known better, but he isn't much at
fault, criminally. Career isn't going to recover from it, though." He
nodded and said, "I'm sorry it happened. I hope you can help the
situation in a way that minimizes problems in public." I said, "My
intention, but I can't guarantee it."
I asked to see the Paris Chief of Police, in confidence. I ported to
his office. I explained what had happened, even showing time dive
videos. Then I said, "They weren't acting against France. It was for a
meeting with other diplomats. And they acted against policy. American
State Department is angry about it." He said, "I've met the Secretary.
I wouldn't want to be anybody she is angry at." We shared nods and
smiles. He said, "You will not expose the spies?" I said, "I have to be
fair. If I did, I would have to expose all of them, including yours,
and you actively spy on your friends, in affairs of State, and in
commerce, more than any other friendly to America country." He said,
you are correct. This complicates things. There is a victim. Very
vocal." I said, "He did do things against her will, but wasn't fully
aware that they were. She knew what to expect, and was there to enable
blackmail, a criminal enterprise, which she knew. I propose to question
her with my own lie detector. But not as me, telling her the thing
comes from Solomon, and is infallible. Oh, well, you know I can't lie.
It actually is, to its known limits."
He said with interest, "What are those limits?" I said, "If the
person truly believes the lie, with all the mind, it will not indicate
a lie, but it the light might flicker a little. The instrument reads
critical pathways in the brain that work to indicate these things. If
an insane person believes he is your dead emperor, it won't show a lie,
even if he isn't short." He smiled and said, "Now I know it's really
you." I sighed, and he chuckled.
They brought the victim in to perp room. I was alone with her. He and
others were behind the mirror, and it was all being recorded. I
introduced myself to her in Italian accented French, and I looked
Italian to her, and very handsome. She was very attracted to the type,
and it showed. I said, "I have been asked to discuss with you the case
of the American diplomat. I understand that you feel bad about reliving
it, but your help would very much help me in my work." She said, "I
understand. I'll help you. What's that?" I said, "This is a new kind of
lie detector. It comes from Solomon. It does not fail." Her eyes opened
really wide, and she looked a little sick. I said, "Please answer yes
or no. Thank you. Did the diplomat ask you personally to visit him?"
She didn't want to, but she said, "No." I said, "Did the person or
persons who asked you to visit him say it was for sex?" She said,
"Yes." I said, "Did they say rough sex was expected?" She said, "No."
The detector lit red. I said, "I think you know what that means." She
said in dejection, "Yes, they told me. But not that bad!" I said, "Do
you know English well?" She said, "No." I said, "Did you know that he
didn't know French well?" She said, "No, not at first. But after a few
moments, I saw that." I said, "So, is it correct, that you two had
difficulty in communicating with each other?" She said, "Yes, that's
true. I see where you're going. It's true he might not have understood
all my objections and thought I was acting." I said, "But there came a
time that you think your screams should have made him aware of that?"
She said, "Yes, I do." I said, "But he may have become too involved to
stop?" She said, "Yes, that's possible, but still, he did hurt me
against my will."
I said, "I have to agree with you. Unfortunately, this makes the case
very difficult to prosecute. One more thing. Did you know why the
people who sent you to him, did that?" She really didn't want to, but
said, "Yes." I said, "He's a diplomat. An important man. For such,
there is always the possibility of blackmail in situations like this. I
must apologize for asking, but was that so in this case?" She sighed
and said, "I have to say it, yes." I said, "I'm very sorry, but I have
to tell you that we can't continue on this case. You were harmed in
committing a crime, that you knew could happen. Do you understand?" She
said, "I do." I said, "What do you think we should do now?" She said,
"I don't know." I said, "You have been very public about this. We have
to do something for the public to resolve this. We have two choices. We
can prosecute you for attempted blackmail, or you can say to the public
that you were wrong to accuse him, and that it didn't happen as you had
said, that it was an unfortunate misunderstanding. Our government and
their government prefer this. What do you think?" She said, "He will
not be punished?" I said, "He already has been. His career as a
diplomat is destroyed, and his supervisors will be told all about it."
She nodded and said, "I will do as you advise. Then I will be free of
this?" I said, "I expect that to happen, when my report is reviewed.
Well, it's what they all want. You and they know if we charge you with
the crime, this situation will become much worse for all." She said, "I
agree. I think I can trust you." I said, "You can. And please be
careful that you do not place yourself in a similar situation in the
future. The ending could be much worse for you." She said, "I see that
you care." I said, "I do." She said with a tear, "Thank you." I stood,
and put my hand on her shoulder, and walked out of the room.
I said to the group, "Satisfied?" The Chief said, "We will drop the
charges and return the bond and passport. He will leave the country?" I
said, "I think, not fast enough for his comfort." Smiles. One other
said, "And those who set this up?" I said, "You know I must be fair.
They will regret they ever set foot in your fine country." They nodded
in approval. One said, "Why are you involved in this?" I said, "My
group cares about good diplomacy. This really wasn't good for anybody.
I saw that it was going to become worse, and people would be hurt that
didn't fully deserve to be, and only my intervention could resolve
this." They nodded in agreement. One was about to say something, but
stopped. I said to him, "All here know." He said, "Your office here
told you about this?" I said, "Yes, one of my sources. I am informed
when there are matters of psychology in bad situations, because I'm the
best with it." He said, "I saw. I really believe that!" More agreement.
The chief said, "Your lie detector. May we keep it?" I said, "Yes.
Sure. But remember that it is only as good as the skill of the
questioner allows it to be." He said, "I saw that. Remarkable!" I said,
"I should be making and giving my own report now. Are you finished with
me?" He said, "We are. Thank you very much for your help!" I said,
"You're welcome." We shook hands and hugged all around. Just before I
ported away, I said, "One more thing. That lie detector can't be turned
off. Farewell."
I ported my full report, including videos, to the relevant
departments. At home, Mom poked me, while we watched his reaction. He
looked at the detector as if it had bit him in a very tender place. We
were watching, and laughing. Hawk in my mind, the loudest. The chief
tried to pass it to somebody else. They all refused it. More laughter,
including from Galya.
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