Solomon's Private File #363
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 32 in this story, in the Spring of 2058.
Solomon's Private File #363 "Dinosaur Farts"
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I asked to see the King of Spain in private. After a lot of polite
things, I said, "I'm here, because there was some poison in your food."
He said, "Somebody is trying to kill me?" I said, "Or make you sick.
Strange thing about that is you aren't doing anything to justify it.
Actually, you don't do much at all." He laughed, and said, "There isn't
much for me to do, and my people prefer that. They don't even want to
think they have a King. You know all, so you know how it happened and
why." I said, "Your cook is from Catalonia." He said, "I tried to
encourage inclusiveness, not murder. There is a problem with this. If I
dismiss him, they will know it is discrimination, even though it is
not. If you and I say it was because he poisoned me, that could even
make things worse. Did he decide to do this himself?" I said, "He was
very willing to do it, but it's a conspiracy. Goes all the way up to
Senator Nachez, but he isn't the leader of it. Manuel Colon is." He
said, "Oh! I shouldn't be surprised by that."
I said, "That cook should no longer be employed here." He said,
"True. But I shouldn't be involved in politics. The Prime Minister
should be informed. I'll call her." He did, and she asked to be ported
to us, which I did. I gave her the time research on the issue. She said
to me, "What would you be willing to do about this?" I said,
"Practically anything not physically harmful. But I think you are
looking for something creative." Grins.
I said, "Attempted murder is a serious sin and crime. It's known I
protect Heads of State, so they are also guilty of irresponsible
stupidity." Laughter. I said, "Do you want this all to be public, or
them to suffer in relative silence?" She said, "Politically, it should
not be public, much as I dearly want it to be. All should see that we
prosecute all crimes, regardless of who commits them." I said, "I can't
give them an experiential consequence, because they haven't actually
murdered anybody. If I forbid them to never lie, they would say what
they did if asked, which would make it public, which you don't want.
That would also apply to any other visible consequence. Part of the
justification for applying a consequence is that the criminal should
know of it, and what it's for, and it must be related to the crime.
This means I can't really do anything that won't be noticed by the
public, but make them resign from public office, and not say why. That
won't do much to the cook, and the other people who don't work for the
government. But they DO need to be stopped."
She sighed, and said, "I understand. So it needs to be made public.
The best way is the big way, so there is no doubt." I said, "That means
I do it, and publish all the evidence. I think it would be a good thing
if I also published this meeting. Here is a crystal for review." They
read it, and agreed. I said, "Now we have to decide when. How much time
to you need to prepare the legal tangle?" She smiled, and said, "I
don't know that. We would need to see all the evidence. It shouldn't
wait for that. These people need to be stopped now, the cook most of
all." I said, "May I stop the cook myself?" They both said, "Please!"
And nodded to each other. I said, "Does he live elsewhere?" King said,
"He lives here, but he does have another home in his province." I said,
"That won't do. I will confine him to his rooms here, with enough
bread, water, and extra powerful hot sauce, to sustain him until he is
arrested." They looked at me strangely, trying not to grin. I said,
"Well, he's a chef. You know I have to do things MY way." Nods and
grins. I said, "And his television will only show gourmet cooking
programs in languages he doesn't know." More grins. I said, "And one
more thing. His toilet tissue will have some hot sauce on it, too."
They had to laugh. I said, "This extra discussion won't be made
public." They had some conflicted feelings about that. My turn to grin.
We hugged with love.
Hawk was laughing loudly, and Mom had to laugh, too. I made all the
information public, and gave it in a certified way to the appropriate
Prosecutor. The Senator resigned. The legal system is working the case,
slowly. The chef had a lot of bad words for me after he tried to use
his bathroom. I said in the air to him, "I could have done more, such
as show you when that happened, to the world. I don't expect you to be
grateful that I didn't do that, but it sure doesn't show much of your
intelligence, to act as you have to me, who can do much more to you
that you really don't want." He is practicing more self control now,
and NOT liking that one bit. Good.
A couple were leaving a restaurant late at night in downtown Chicago.
A man approached them, and then jumped and yelled. He grabbed himself,
and hobbled away. One said to the other, "I wonder what got into him?"
I said in the air, "The tip of the surprise opening of the switchblade
in his pocket, got into him. He got the point in his er, pointer." They
laughed. One said, "Up to no good? Thank you, Solomon!" I said, "Right.
You're welcome. Hmm, Hawk's husband doesn't need a vibrator. He's got a
laughing hawk. Have a good night." They laughed.
There was a Corps action in France. A big school was about to have
its boiler explode. The woman in charge didn't believe it, and demanded
to speak to me. I shifted in, and said, "Don't ever disbelieve any
member of my Corps! I transported all your students and staff to
safety. You may stay." I shifted out. She thought for a while, and then
walked sedately to the main exit. The blast caught her at the door, and
the stone lintel flattened her. They needed a replacement for more than
just the building.
I posted a video of that whole action, and my talking head piece
after that, saying, "We don't have enough Corps members to do all the
things we would want to do to help people. If you delay a Corps action,
you could be causing somebody else to die that we could have saved. Do
that, we might choose to save another, instead of you. No, I can't do
it all myself. I'm not allowed to. That's why we set up the Corps."
That caused a lot of comment. I was asked to do a show about it.
Greg played the post, and said, "She didn't believe the Corps member.
Do you know why?" I said, "Yes. My assistant looked young. She didn't
want to believe that one so young could be competent. She had a lot of
practice in that with her school. She viewed and treated her students
with arrogant contempt. Strangely, that attracted a lot of privileged
parents to her and her school, who paid a lot of money to have her
ridicule and demean her students, while teaching to them to do that to
others, and not much else of use. She even had that attitude to toward
me, being younger than her. That's why she delayed leaving the
building. She wanted to show me her lack of respect for me. Seems like
the building disagreed with her." I made the camera catch his odd
compound expression, as he said, "Wow!" We had to go to break. I said,
"Hawk is having a similar reaction." He could only nod.
Back from break, he said, "Did she know about the problem before?" I
said, "She knew about the boiler problem, but didn't believe it was as
bad as she was told. It made it through the Winter, and was about to be
shut down, when it kind of did it itself." He said, "You could have
fixed the problem." I said, "You know why I didn't do that. I fix
people, to fix problems. I also save some people from things, mostly
children, from dangers they didn't know about or couldn't avoid. I
should NOT fix problems that people create and should fix for
themselves. I should NOT save people from their own foolishness. If I
help too much, humanity won't progress, interfering with what God wants
for us."
He nodded, and said, "You've said that before. This time something
was added. The Corps can do more of this than you can, by God's order?"
I said, "Not exactly, but something like that. I'm too powerful. I'm
not just a part of this reality, I'm also outside of it. As God is too
powerful to interfere with his Creation, which is everything, without
causing extra problems, he uses my group and his direct servants for
that. I'm too powerful now, to interfere well, with too much directly.
So we have the Corps. I still do some things, but carefully chosen. I
can see some parts of the future change with what I do, and seeing
that, changes what I do, which changes what I can see. Yes, I KNOW
that's confusing! The Corps doesn't have that problem. Safer for the
future that they do most of the work here on Earth, and I do my work
out in the universe where I'm less personally involved, and so not in
the future time mess."
He said, "Confusing is right. I don't think we'll ever understand
this fully, but I think you've explained it as much as you can, that
can help us to understand it as much as we can. We should all remember
that you LOVE us, and will only do what is best for us, that God knows
and wants you to do." I said, "Exactly! Well said! In fact, I don't
have to do these shows now. You can do it all yourself!" He said, "Oh
no! Not that!" I grinned, and he looked conflicted. We went to break. I
kept grinning, and he had to chuckle.
Back from break, I said, "Galagos doesn't get much art done during
these shows, even if he doesn't watch them." He smiled, and said, "I
get it. Hawk's husband. Too much laughing?" I said, "Absolutely! When
they're hugging, it's like he's getting a massage." He laughed. I said,
"And with actions on the other side of the world, well, it's like they
have a coin operated massage bed." He laughed harder. I said, "I've had
to apologize to Galagos for that. You know about the Somali pirate
action?" He laughed again, and said, "Oh yes! Must have been some
domestic disturbance over THAT one!" Hawk said in the air, "It was!
Great, though." He said, "That was Hawk."
I said, "Change of subject. There's going to be a gang fight in
Spokane Washington. I'm going to do something with it. Want to watch?"
Chuckles. I did a direct feed, with audio. The two groups were fighting
over territory and girls. One of them farted loudly. They laughed at
him. Then one of the other side did, and he was laughed at. Then a lot
of them farted, playing a tune. Blue Danube, actually. Only one there
recognized it, and laughed loudly. Then he told them, "Must be Solomon
causing this. Farting to a tune! Ha!" Grins. I shifted in, and said,
"Did you know farts are made up mostly of the same gas you cook with?
Just don't go sitting on a stove. Your mothers will freak out. No
telling what your dinner will smell like." They laughed.
I said, "Did you know that cows fart an awful lot? Mostly silently.
If we could capture all that gas, with so many cows doing it, we
wouldn't need to drill for it." One said, "Which animal farts the
most?" I said, "Ever existed?" He said, "Yes." I said, "Supersaurous.
One of the biggest dinosaurs. Here's what it sounded like." I played
it. I said, "My father played that in one of his art shows, and said
something like, 'If one ever sat on a fire, we'd know about it if we
ever saw one of them on the moon." Laughter. One said, "Show us what it
looked like?" I said, "That wouldn't work. It was so big, if I put the
image in this park, all we would see of it would be it's big fat
stomach hanging over us, and legs like giant redwoods. Oh, by the way,
you wouldn't want to follow them too closely. Well, farts weren't the
only thing that came out of the back end." Laugher. I said, "They were
part of a whole ecosystem. Little dinos followed them, and ate what
they left. Well, it was conveniently digested for them. Insects ate the
rest, and some dinos ate them, and bigger dinos ate those. When they
could catch them. And what was left of them, fertilized the plants. And
the gigantic dinos ate the plants. It's all one big life circle."
I said, "In life now, as it was then, everything depends on each
other. When things get out of balance, very bad things happen. We're
all in this together. Bad happens to one group, other groups suffer,
too. It can't be helped. I think you've seen some of that." Some nods.
I said, "Everything works best when it works together, because more
good things can happen with more people doing it. Problem is, some
people might feel not as important as they want to be, in a big group."
They looked around and nodded. I said, "But if they give it an honest
try, they might discover that isn't as important as they thought, and
there's some fun involved, too. Maybe we should help them to see that.
Give them examples to follow?"
I smiled, and said, "Got hugs here! Come and get'em!" They smiled and
did, with my Ki set to lessen violence, and encourage cooperation. Some
They came into my arms. After all the hugs, I said, "Want to go tell
your friends and family you talked farts with Solomon?" They laughed,
and dispersed. I shifted out.
I said to Greg in the studio, "So that's how to let the gas out of a
some more. He said, "How you did that was amazing." I said, "Not
really. I was just being me. They knew I loved them. That's really all
it is. Eh, with a few farts." Chuckles. We ended the show. He said,
"There was more in that. Like your shows here. You played them like a
conductor to an orchestra." I said, "I wanted you to see, er, smell
that." He said, "Oh! The musical farts!" I nodded. I said, "That's
exactly what I did. I took complete command of the situation, and held
it. I let them go, when I could make them do what I wanted. That's the
only way to control that kind of situation. You lose that, or show
weakness, you could make it worse than if you hadn't tried to stop it.
And that's happened before in history."
He said, "Wow!" I said, "But I did more. I snuck in some things for
them to think about, regarding what they were doing, why they were
doing it, why it's bad, and what to do in place of it. Oh, stop with
the wows. You're a professional. Bigger vocabulary?" He looked odd, and
had to grin and nod. I said, "I don't do these things just to stop
what's happening, but to help stop it from repeating." He said, "Oh,
right. You fix PEOPLE, not problems." I said, "I try. Here's one. Try
to stop saying wow so much on air. Leave that to teenagers." He was
embarrassed, and said, "Oh, I see. Thanks." We hugged with love.
Producer called me and said, "You improve US, too!" I said, "And you
just figured this out?" He laughed. He said, "We discussed what you
said off air, on the after show. I think you intended that." I said,
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