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Solomon's Private File #403
These stories about Stephen and Solomon take place starting in the
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 33 in this story, in the Winter of 2059-2060.
Solomon's Private File #403 "To Join The GC"
START Page
I shifted unnoticed to near an office building on a planet of upright
lizard looking people. I walked into the lobby, and the people there
stared at me. I used the elevator to go to one of the upper floors. The
four other people in it moved away from me. I said to them in their
language, with a smile, "Don't be concerned. I don't usually bite
people." One said, with curiosity, "Not even your enemies?" I said, "I
prefer to not have enemies, and not just because my species isn't
equipped very well for biting in combat." He said, "That I noticed. And
no claws. You look defenseless." I said, "I like it that way." He said,
"ARE you defenseless?" I said, "You would have learned more by asking
why I like to LOOK defenseless." They grinned, and one said, "Correct.
I believe you are not defenseless, and like people to discover that as
you choose." I said with a grin, "I like interesting times." Chuckles.
The door opened, and I walked out with my questioners, and into their
office. One turned to me, and said, "You are here to see one of us?" I
said, "One, or all, as you wish." Another one said, "I wish!" Grins. We
all took seats in a large office. I said, "You oppose your world
joining the Galactic Council." One said, "You are from them?" I said,
"I am not. My group is independent of any planetary or galactic
government, and my world is considered not advanced enough to have
other species contact. So, why don't you wish to join them?" One said,
"We prefer to go our own way." I said, "All prefer that. You have some
specific reasons why that is more important to you than it is to most
other worlds."
One said, "We would learn more of you, before allowing you to learn
more of us." I said, "That's fair. By that we usually mean, you're
right, but I don't like it." They laughed. One said, "You do well with
words." I said, "My weapon of choice." Grins. One said, "Why is your
species not advanced enough to have other world contact?" I said, "We
don't have FTL drives, and we're too barbaric." One said with great
interest, "How so?" I said, "My people are killing each other in
personal violence and war, more than all the people of all the worlds
in three star associations together, and for irrational reasons. Other
worlds who know of my world, fear we would do the same to them, if we
could." He said, "Are they correct?" I said, "Yes. I and my group are
working to reduce that. It's NOT fun." Nods of sympathy.
One said, "How is it that you are able to leave your world?" I said,
"My group is of people of many worlds, and we do not favor one over the
other. I see the question. What I'm trying to do to help my world, my
group does for groups of worlds. Now to my question." One said, "We
feel we will be taken advantage of." I said with a grin, "That's not
possible!" That caused them to think. He said, "The other worlds
wouldn't do that?" I said, "Some of their people would try, just as you
know you would, but they would not succeed." He said, "Would we?" I
said with a big grin, "Not if you don't try."
They thought some more. One said, "I think you want us to join, and
for your own reasons." I said, "That's one of them. The GC could use
more people of intelligence in it." They tried not to grin. He said,
"And?" I said, "And people who have more life in them. The GC is not as
dynamic as it should be. It's stagnating. The founders and political
leaders are too long lived. By the time they react to anything, the
need for that is long passed. They so dislike trouble, they refuse to
see it. YOU go looking for it." Grins and chuckles. I said, "Just as my
group does." Nods of understanding. One said, "You like us." I said
with a smile, "I hope that's not a complaint." Grins. He said, "You
believe it would benefit us to join them, and it would benefit them." I
said, "But you will enjoy that MUCH more than they will." More wide
grins.
I said, "There are three major worlds of the GC. Zichesshich is the
founder of the GC. The people look most like you on the outside. They
are very long lived, and slow to er, motivate. Great sense of humor,
though. They don't like to fight. I know, so sad." Chuckles. I said,
"But they can, very well. They are known mostly for academics and
administration, and some technology. They think well, and express it
more than some prefer." Chuckles. I said, "Tsuriss is a world of people
with fur, divided by large clans in competition. They have no world
government. They are quick to anger, and quick to fight, but mostly as
individuals with some clan support. They are competitive and risk
takers in exploration and trading. They value honor, with a little too
much pride. They consider friendship to be for life, and defended with
life." Nods. I said, "No sane knowledgeable person wants them as
enemies. In war, they will fight insanely until they win, or all are
dead. We should avoid that. Posintan is a world of competition. I see
you've heard of them." Nods. I said, "Biologically, they are er,
strange, with three sexes. No, if you want to know how they do it,
don't involve me in that." Laughter. I said, "They compete in
everything, from sports to employment. They have the most effective
government, because only the true best of them are in it. They bet on
the competitions, too, which is taxed, as are the winnings of
competitors. Their only major tax, which I think is the fairest ever
created. They view fairness and honor in competition and life, to be of
the highest importance, and value that in others. They don't get along
well with those who don't, and can be aggressive in that. You will like
them."
One said, "We already do. BIG people, but very honorable. A few of us
have won, and they liked it!" I said, "Yes. I like them, too." Grins. I
said, "So, you should see that you have a place among the GC. You're
different enough to add to the society, but not so different so as to
cause it to fail. How it will benefit you, is you are running out of
challenges. You still need some, in your current stage of development.
I would not recommend you join the GC, if it would harm you, and I
would not recommend the GC accept you, if it would harm them. Although
they and I might have different understandings about what constitutes
harm to them." Big grins.
One said, "I have remembered that we have not been as polite as we
should have. We don't know your name!" I said, "I am Solomon." They had
obviously heard of me. One said, "You are known for wisdom. We see it's
true." I said, "Is my embarrassment issue also known?" Grins. He said,
"You competed on Posintan." I said, "Yes, as a child. I was injured."
He said, "Older, you helped them with a new species, and you helped
that species, too. Knowing who you are would have helped us in the
beginning of this, to accept your words." I said, "That's not my way.
That would be unfair influence. You should make your decisions based on
what is presented, not on the reputation of the presenter." Nods of
respect.
One said, "You are not defenseless." I said, "What is more dangerous
than an idea?" One said, "I'm not sure." I said, "Not having any."
Grins. One said, "Your duel on the world of the giants. You struck only
once, calculated to cause yourself an injury. Our analysts believe you
could have won against any fighter we know of. Are they correct?" I
said, "Are you trying to make me more embarrassed?" They laughed. He
said, "So it's true." I said, "What was most difficult in that fight,
was not the fight, but in convincing him to accept my planned ending.
And slowing my movements down so much, to allow them to be seen." I
said to one, "You know something of that." He looked surprised, and
said, "You're a Master of Masters!" I said, "I was something like that.
Now, those I've taught, teach them." He said, "But I don't feel your
Ki." I said, "Only my close friends are allowed to feel me." They
laughed. I said, "I said that to the same statement in a mission when I
challenged a convention of a Guild of Assassins to individual combat."
He said, "How many?" I said, "In the convention, 7,000." He said, "How
many remained?" I said, "I only fought a few, before they didn't want
to do any more of that." They laughed loudly.
I said, "Now in that place, there is no Guild of Assassins." Nods. He
said, "Your mission. Did you use Ki?" I said, "Not in the fights. I
could beat them without it, just using my body and awareness. That they
knew that, added to the defeat of their Guild. And that somebody was
going to blow up the whole planet in revenge for an assassination. I
prevented that, and told them after the fights." He said, "A REAL
mission!" One said, "Is that world near ours?" I said, "None in this
part of the galaxy will encounter that star empire. VERY far away." He
said, "You won't tell us where?" I said, "You would try to go there.
Don't deny it." Grins. I said, "They are in advance of you. You
wouldn't survive it. I care about you. I wouldn't like that." One said,
"Thank you, but you know we will still look." I said, "I knew that
before I told you about them." He said, "So we won't find them, but
looking will be good for us." I said, "Did I ask you to be
intelligent?" Loud laughter.
One said, "Do you have a recording of any of those fights?" I said,
"And if I did?" He said with a grin, "We would ask you to show us." I
said, "Projected against which wall?" Bigger grins. I showed them the
fights. They were amazed. One said, "You didn't show us what happened
after the fights." I said, "I noticed that. No." Nods. One said, "Do
you know who does the healing broadcasts?" I said, "Yes. And to the
next question, yes they are of my group. My father was the first to do
that, and all who do it now, learned from him and those he taught. You
have crystals with his symbol on them. He gave them to all in the
galaxy when he passed from this life the final time." They said, "Wow!"
I said, "I hear that a lot."
One said, "Are you able to do that?" I said, "I can do healing
broadcasts, and I have." He said, "Can all learn to do that?" I said,
"Very few have the ability to learn what enables them to do that. About
one in a billion in each generation. When we find people who qualify,
we invite them to come to one of our schools. Their identity is kept
secret. No, I won't tell you if any of your people are in our schools."
Smiles. I said, "If you look in the broadcast, you might sense
something of the personality of the broadcaster, and you can feel the
change when God enters it and does the healing." He said, "So it really
is God doing that part, and not the broadcaster?" I said, "Yes. Those
who do the broadcasts can heal individual people, but not replace lost
limbs, or repair brains. And really not so many people at once, and in
so short of a time. The first time my father did a world broadcast,
there was no healing, and he died. God sent him back with a mission. He
was allowed to die when that was successful. We have more skill now.
Oh. I should tell you that I, and all of my group, including the
broadcasters, are unable to lie. We ARE able to use humor, though."
Smiles with awe. I said, "In working with those of Zichesshich, my
father had to invent new chairs to keep them from falling out of them,
they laughed so hard at his humor." Grins. I said, "The humor I'm most
known for, politicians don't want to hear." Bigger grins. I told them
about my first politician save, and they laughed.
I stood, and said, "I think now is a good time to end this. I ask you
to keep this meeting a secret. Well, who would believe you?" Smiles. I
said, "For friends, I offer my personal love." I helped them to sit
after the hugs. They were still in a daze when I walked out and into
the elevator. One rushed to go down on another elevator, and arrived at
the street level before mine did, but he didn't see me leave it. I
wasn't in it. I had shifted away. He asked around, but nobody saw me
leave it, even though I was seen entering it. He reported that back to
his associates, and they all had strange smiles. One said, "He is
holy." Another said, "And very likable." Another said, "A great
fighter. And VERY wise." They nodded in agreement.
Mom said, "VERY well managed! I like your reasoning, too. GC needs
them, not that they're going to like it." Grins. She said, "Going to
show it to their Ambassador?" I said, "No. You are." Bigger grins. She
saw him by appointment, and said, naming names, "Some of your people
didn't want your world to join the GC." He said through his grin, "Now
they do. What did you do to them, and how well did they heal?" They
laughed. She showed him the recording. After he recovered from that, he
said, "Your son is more wise than I suspected. I can't argue against
anything he said. He didn't fight them, and still he won. Words are
indeed a great weapon for him." Mom said, "He called it a weapon, but
he's really more of a healer than a fighter, by temperament. As I see
it, he heals with his words." He said, "I am corrected. I appreciate
the greater understanding I have been helped to acquire in my being in
this situation. A unique experience. Your assistance in this has been
invaluable. I think, as a species, we DO need this, and I would not
have believed it before." She grinned, and he was embarrassed.
He said, "I've been practicing some of what you showed me in our
fight." She said, "Are you that afraid to ask for more of it?" He had
to laugh. He said, "Should we tell the Posintan?" He said, "Sol will,
I'm sure." He said, He's here?" She said, "He's wherever he should be."
He said, "I'm thinking something impossible." She said, "Such as you
think you can best me?" More laughter. They went to the basement gym.
He grinned at the Posintan, who had just arrived, in greeting. They
went onto the mat. He did some warm up exercises. He said, "We work for
flexibility in these exercises. How flexible are you?" She said, "We
can only usefully judge that in comparison with our own species, due to
the different restrictions and extremes allowed by our species'
constriction. In fighting arts, I am considered to be at the top level
in flexibility for my species. As it helps an opponent to know the
limits of another, I won't show you that." He laughed, and said, "You
show that fighting isn't all physical." She said, "True. Your delaying
is obvious." He laughed again.
He tried a summersault kick. She just backed away from it, and said,
blocked all of it, and let him fall down a lot. She said, "Stop. You're
trying too hard. Relax a little, and I can't make you fall down as
much. Your body stiffness provides great leverage for your attacker to
use against you." He said, "Oh! I hadn't considered that." He attacked
again, and did much better. Then they traded techniques. He learned a
lot, which they practiced.
One from Tsuriss said to him, "Why aren't you using your claws?" He
said, "This is practice. We don't intend to harm each other. Not that I
am able to do that against this Master." Mom said, "The problem with
sharp weapons you can't remove, is they can be used against yourself if
you try to use them. Your claws actually limit you in some ways. I can
strike with the tips of my fingers, right through the body of my
opponent. With your claws as they are, you can't condition your hands
to be able to do that. In a real fight, your claws can break off. I
don't have that problem." Tsuriss nodded, and said, "That's true. I
think we have different goals in a fight. My people do it to the death.
You do it to only defeat." She said, "Correct. We prefer to resolve
differences, rather than remove them, and have to deal with a dead
body. So untidy." Grins and chuckles. Mom said, "And we like our
friends to be a little less nervous in our presence." Bigger grins, and
some nods. Mom said, "We often fight for enjoyment. Many of our sports
have elements of fighting in them." Posintan said, "And you beat those
you fought with on our world." She said, "I was much smaller then, and
they were so very BIG. They didn't fall down well." Laughter.
She said, "But it was the swords I liked the most." Tsuriss said,
"Those of my people aren't strong enough to compete in fighting on
Posintan. How were you able to do it?" Mom said, "Hard training from
early childhood. That's all. Strength isn't everything. Speed and
knowledge are also very useful." Grins. Mom said, "At my current level,
I can move so fast you couldn't see me, and if needed, I can use Ki to
make myself stronger, but that would be cheating in competition."
Tsuriss said, "Can you strike with Ki?" Mom said, "I can, as can all
true Masters of Ki." She said, "Would you demonstrate it?" Mom said,
"Such destruction would be less than appreciated here." Chuckles. She
said, "Would you demonstrate how my claws can be used against me?" Mom
said, "You would need a healing after that. Anything less would cause
you not to believe it." She said, "Mother of Solomon, can you heal
others?" Mom said, "I can, for some things." She said, "I accept."
They moved to combat positions. Tsuriss swung her claws at Mom's
face. She backed up, and caught the arm on the follow through, and bent
its elbow so that the Tsuriss clawed her own face. They separated. The
Tsuriss said, "Your statements are proved, easily. I was wrong." Mom
said, "Healing time." She touched the face with a glowing hand, and the
gouges healed. Mom said, "The fur will grow back. Don't ask for this
again. I do NOT like causing harm." They could feel her emotions, and
backed away. I walked into the gym, and to the edge of the mat. I said,
"You should NOT have done that." Mom said, "I realize that now. You
should have stopped me." I said, "But you wouldn't have learned this."
She said, "Your wisdom can be very irritating." I said, "Yes, and to me
most of all." She said, "The old saying." I said, "Yes, it did hurt me
more than it did you." She came to me, and we hugged. We left the gym,
and ported home when we weren't observed.
She said, "That went well. I didn't know we were going to do that." I
said, "Mysterious ways strikes again. This time I felt her being
influenced. I think He wanted more respect for you there." She said, "I
think it worked! And for you, too." I said, "We are who we are, as He
knows very well. Still watching?" She grinned, and said, "Ambassador
from Posintan is talking with my scaly friend about us, but not
revealing too much." I said, "I'll thank him when enough time has
passed to make him nervous about that." She laughed. We hugged and
kissed.
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