Stephen's Secure Blog #445
These stories about Stephen began was when he was 10 years old, and
moving to a new part of the country to attend a special school for
gifted students, in the 1950's. This was from a time before computers
would fit on a desk, and when people communicated with friends in other
countries by actual letters sent through the postal service. He wrote
225 of them to a friend. He stopped writing to his penpal, but found he
still wanted to record his life, in case he lost his memory again, and
wrote 30 entries in his first logbook. Then he wrote to an artificial
intelligence called Geenee, in the master computer in his school for
gifted students, which he started attending in 2016. Now it's after
2018, and he's continuing to save his memories in a secure blog.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stephen is 31 in this story, in Winter of year 22 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #445 "Last Gallery"
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I said to Chad, "I want a fractal." He said "On really? What for?" I
said "Actually a partial double Russian egg false fractal, and for me."
He said "Tell me about it." I showed him an image. It was a large UN
blue "S" with the bottom and top curves each filled with an outline
circle of gold, inside of which was a green "S", which had circles of
purple, with red "S's" in them. All that repeating ever smaller into
infinity. Everything was in one big silver circle. I said "My Chop." He
said "Oh! Good idea. They have the Cross, and the Star, and now you
have a big fat ess." We laughed, while we were poking each other. I
said "Better than a chicken painting." He laughed hard, thinking about
what it did, and how it farted. I said "The S will appear on the road
at my last broadcast." He said "A treasure map. Ess marks the spot." I
said "Absolutely! I would never make a chop we couldn't make puns
with." He hugged and kissed. I said "All throughout the galaxy, during
the last broadcast, all my light cubes will have that appear on them,
and my love." He said "Really great idea!" I said "I've been known to
have a few." That earned me a snort and a poke. He said "We'll have to
have another gallery event, for this." I said "I know."
I made a lot of art things. Enough to fill large warehouses on
Allguard. A LOT of warehouses. Included in that were a number of large
cube monuments that planetary governments could have. I made other
large sculptures as well, just in case. At the gallery event, Rose and
I greeted them at the door. There were no disturbances, if you didn't
count the extra crowd outside. I went to the stage, and Hawk hammered
on the cymbals. At the silence after that, I said to him, "And what
does that symbolize?" There were some groans. He said "Alright, you've
got me. I don't know." I gave him and the crowd a mysterious smile, and
said, "And that is the correct answer." He growled at me in
frustration, and the crowd laughed. I said "For now."
I said "Thank you for coming to my last gallery event. All the
proceeds will go to various charities, because Tibet doesn't need any
more help with that. In fact, THEY are contributing to charities now.
You, and those before you at these events, helped make that possible.
Thank you very much for all your support and love. I see some comments
are about to er, erupt." Some chuckles. I said "Yes, this is the last
event of this kind I will appear in. However, I have a lot of things
I've made that are in storage. A whole lot! There might be future
events where they could be offered, but I will not be in them. I'll be
busy doing other things. You might notice that I have a new way of
signing my work. Have a look, and see if you can help Hawk with his
answer. We will be doing the love sharing this time, too. Have fun
spending all your money." They laughed.
I went down and mingled. All my usual guests were there, and so were
Kam and Sol, but Sol was in disguise. Paolo said to me, "Your symbol.
Does it go on to infinity?" I said "In concept, yes it does. I thought
of it recently, and this event is specifically to introduce it. Don't
complain. You've got the lock on torture symbols." He laughed. He said
"Already I've had comments about your Cross. I'm wearing it for the
first time here. I'm willing to tell them it's your gift, if you
agree." I said "It's always been your choice, especially because it
frustrated you." He laughed. He went up to the stage, and had a word
with Hawk, who banged on the cymbals again. Paolo introduced himself,
and said, "Some of you have commented on the Cross I'm wearing today.
Stephen made and gave to me this SYMBOL [with a meaningful glance at
Hawk, who waved to him] to me at his first gallery event I attended. It
has love in it. I can't thank him enough for it." He stepped down, to
some applause. He said in surprise, "I just noticed! It has his new
symbol on it!" More applause, and he showed it around.
My historical paintings and sculptures were popular. And the new
dinosaurs, but what had the most crowds in front of, were my 3D
abstract paintings, and my abstract crystal active internal light
sculptures. Sharon and the person from the Met approached me, and I
made as if to escape. They didn't laugh. I said, as they stopped in
front of me, "I just made them! And for the show. I didn't know I was
going to have it, until I thought up the symbol. Can you ever forgive
me?" Sharon said "Do we have a choice?" I said "For that, no." They
couldn't ignore my grin, and chuckled. I said "Let me know what you
want, and which room to put them in, and I'll make some for you. I
don't think you will need the predators, though. Just stand in your own
display cases." They laughed. I said "But wait, there's more. If you
order today, not only to you get all that, you get, and at no extra
charge, although people will really get a charge out of them, 3D movies
of prehistoric denizens of North America in real action! Shipping is
free, but not if you void on them." They growled and laughed at me. I
gave them some BDs, and said, "Feel better now?" They said they did. I
offered to hug them, and they accepted. They had some wows for that,
but did manage to keep standing.
I announced the love connection time. Almost all of them wanted
something with my love in it. And Rose, and Hawk. One asked for the
love of my children. I said "My daughter isn't able to do this yet. A
few months from now, she will be able. My son isn't a public figure.
Please let him keep his privacy." Some gay men wanted Hawk's love
alone, and weren't shy about it. One asked if he was gay. Hawk said
"I'm bisexual. I'm very fortunate that I can experience it all, and not
just half of physical love." That surprised a lot of people, and made
some thoughtful, too. One asked him, "When Stephen is gone, will you be
doing the love broadcasts?" Hawk said "Don't be in such a rush to see
him gone. We don't know yet, what will happen after he stops. Good, if
you like suspense." Some chuckles. One said, "Will you be sad when he
goes?" Hawk said, "He's getting a er, promotion. We should be happy for
him, not sad. But like all of you, I will miss him a lot, and that will
selfishly make me sad. Being asked about that does NOT help!" Rose
nodded agreement. That stopped that. We put more love in crystals for
them.
Then I said, "For the musical end of the event, we didn't plan
anything. But that hasn't stopped me before. This time, it will be just
a simple thing that means a lot to me. I'll provide the music, and sing
in person." I started the orchestral intro, and then sang "Impossible
Dream" with all my power and heart. I illustrated the theme with
transparent images. When I was done, I played the music again softly in
the background, and said, "Dream for good. Strive for good. Be all you
can be, and share all you can share. I know some of you purchase my art
to make a profit. That's good. It would be great if you could share
part of that profit with a charity of your choice. That would please me
VERY much. If you want, Rose and Hawk will provide transportation.
Farewell." Then I wrapped them in all my love, and ported backstage.
There were no stay over invitees. Kam and Sol knew I was sad for my
last show, and hugged me with love.
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