Solomon's Private File #12
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 11 in this story, in the Fall of 2037.
Solomon's Private File #12 "Galya"
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School has started. We have five new students. I was asked to help
with their orientation class. There was a problem. One of the new
students was Galya, the daughter of Scholars Ivanna and Percy. I had
met her before, of course. She had done sleepovers with Kam. This was
something new. The first time our eyes locked, something kind of
clicked. I knew we were going to be married someday. I knew she felt
something, too. So did the teacher, Mgambe, who was looking quite
pleased. I controlled myself well, the first day of orientation. I
could tell he was impressed by that. After the students left, we had a
talk.
He said, "That's not the first time that's happened with us." I said,
"Strange." He said with a big grin, "Absolutely!" I said, "What do I
do about it?" He said, "Nothing, and everything. The feeling will grow
in both of you, all on its own. After you both become psionic, it will
be rock solid. Until then, you can acknowledge it, if it doesn't scare
her, but not do anything different than you do with the other
students." I said, "I understand. Leaders can't play favorites." He
said, "Yes. It could be a strain, but that will help you to mature." I
said, "Aww, do I have to?" He grinned and said, "It's going to happen,
no matter what anybody wants. Let it happen the way it wants to. We
both know you've already matured more than you thought possible." I
said with a tear, "Lost innocence. But did I really have that to lose?"
He hugged me in love, and said, "We never really lose all our
innocence. It's part of our humanity. The difference in maturity is we
don't let it rule us." I said, "That's one really big thing I dislike
about us. It's just Dad the world knows with his wisdom. But all of you
have a lot of that too, that the world never knows about. That's a BIG
loss." He said with respect, "Then it will be your job to collect and
present it to the world someday." I said, "Why me?" He said, "Because
you have the vision and the desire." I nodded acceptance, and we hugged
with love.
At the end of orientation for the new students, Galya asked to speak
with me alone. I said, "If there is a problem, you should speak to one
of the teachers." She was conflicted. I said, "If it's about what I
think it is, you should speak to the teacher who was here when it
happened. Yes, he knew. I already talked to him about it." She sighed
in relief, and said, "Strange." I grinned, and said, "That's just what
I said!" We grinned at each other.
In a meeting with Scholar Pete, I said, "How many medical doctors do
we have?" He said, "Just one. Chad." I said, "We need at least one
always, to certify births and deaths." He said, "Bound to happen
sometime. I have to agree." I said, "One of Chad's new kids. If any
have a real interest in chemistry or biology. Can play on continuance."
He said, "Already leader." I said, "Problem?" He said, "None! Go for
it!" We grinned. I said, "I've got more planned for combo neuropsych
and developmental. Maturing brain. I'm developing research methods.
Another project. What music does to us, and why. That requires a
serious study of music. And playing it." He said, "Can do animals,
too." I grinned and said, "A little bird already told me that." He
laughed. He said, "I'll tell Chad." I said, "I want to get as much
recording of my singing done as possible, before my voice changes. I
can use that on experimental subjects." He said, "Good idea.
Engineering?" I said, "After fully psionic." He nodded agreement. I
said, "Before then, anthro, and more chem and bio. One more thing. We
need somebody in authority in religion after Dad goes, besides Kam, who
can perform weddings and such. I tried them on at camp. Catholic almost
made me throw up." He laughed. I said, "Narrowed down to Conservative
Judaism, and Unitarian. I'm partial to singing, though. Could do both.
Check out requirements and special arrangements?" He said, "Will do."
I said, "New topic. Ivanna your replacement?" He said "Wow! Figured
right! Good work! Like?" I said, "Like. Foster home. Going to be a
problem with Ed. Will dump my siblings on us?" He said, "Thought to. I
see. Outclassed. Make him parental?" I said, "Thought so. Agree.
Already preparing." He said, "Like!" I said "Mgambe told?" He said,
"Congrats on pending marriage." I said, "Thanks." We exchanged big
grins, and hugged with love.
[We actually talk like that among ourselves, but it doesn't look
right, nor is it easy to write, so I won't do it much in this record,
because I don't know who might be reading it, or in which millennium.
Why make it more difficult than necessary, for the future?]
When I saw Chad, he was ready to burst with happiness. He REALLY
likes music. After barely surviving our greeting, I said, "Good thing
you don't have electric lipstick on, or I could power the whole city!"
He laughed. He said, "We haven't pushed you in music. You haven't done
much singing." I said, "I've heard singing, and read about the
principles of it for vocals. I could show you, but I'm afraid of your
reaction." He said, "Afraid I won't like it?" I said, "That's not it.
People react er, strongly." He said, "How so?" I said, "It's
embarrassing!" We hugged. He said, "Please?" I said, "When I do my
best, it's like I'm a combination of Orpheus and a mythological siren."
He was really surprised. I said, "I don't dare sing a love song." He
laughed really hard. He said, "I have to know." I said, "I know that.
Accompany me for Ave Maria?" He nodded and started playing the piano. I
gave it my all. He made it through with just a few mistakes, and almost
fainted at the end. When he could, with tears, he said, "Wow isn't
enough!" I said, "Insulting wow, already. What has this word come to?"
He said, "Word?" And he laughed.
I said, "I've already started a research project on the effect of
music on the brain. I need recordings of my singing so I can see, er,
hear, if the effect is in the audio qualities, or caused by something
else. And then for brain functions. I don't know what will happen to
this when my voice changes, so we need to get started soon." He said,
"I understand. Not what happened, but what you want." I said, "But
we'll have to have the accompaniment via recording playback. Musicians
aren't immune to the effects, as you should know. Oh, and let's please
keep this under wraps for now. Could cause a stir." He said,
"Absolutely!" We used our studio at our home compound, recording in
analog and digital formats. My effect doesn't survive digital
recording, no matter the sampling rate. It does in analog. We had wows
for that. Singing in person causes a more intense effect, which we
attribute to my emotion projection.
We recorded a lot, but Chad had to listen to it only through a
digital interface. He was getting all jittery from the effect. He said,
"Even without the effect, your voice is amazing. I'm glad we've
recorded it. Willing to try an experiment?" I said, "If it doesn't hurt
anybody." He said, "That's what I want to find out. We had a student in
my youth who could break things and stun people with his voice. He
never used it on a mission. Not stealthy." I said, "I bet it was you."
He said, "Stop betting!" We laughed. He ported a wine class to a table.
I stood two meters away from it, and tried different sounds. At one of
them, it violently exploded. My face was cut up. Chad said, "Oh no! I'm
really sorry! Let me heal you." I said, "Wait." I did something
strange, and the glass bits fell out of my face, and all the cuts
healed. We were both very surprised. He said, "What did you do?" I
said, "I don't know. I have total recall, so that really means
something!" He said, "I'll say!" I said "No, I said it." He chuckled. I
picked up all the pieces of glass from all over, and put them on the
table. That was a problem. I did it all at once, and without moving my
body. Before he asked, I said, "I don't know! I just willed it." Then I
cried. He hugged me, and said, "I know. Your father felt the same. Our
reactions to his new abilities really hurt him." He ported all the
glass away. I said, "There is that, but I'm REALLY afraid! I don't know
how I did those things, and I can tell you don't either. That's
DANGEROUS. So, I will NOT try to do those things again until I'm fully
a Senior Adept." Then I did a bad thing, but I was desperate. In a
strange voice, I said, "Please forget about the broken glass and the
healing and moving the pieces." I could see he did forget it.
I discovered I couldn't keep my word. It's like we have to play with
a loose tooth. I could move small light weight objects all over in
complete control. A lot of them at once, and doing different things.
Heavier things would make me tired, so I knew I was using at least part
of my own energy to make them move. It was probably some kind of PK. By
touching things with it, and not moving them, I could feel them like
using the object sense, but different. I could sense the energies in
the objects that way, and somehow manage them to break the objects
along certain lines of least resistance. If I concentrated the energy
from all of the object into one area, when it became intense enough, I
could cause it to melt, or catch fire. I could even use the energy from
the air to do it. I could also transfer the energy from the object to
the air, making the object cold, and the air warmer. I could make ice
in a second, and steam, too. With the object sense, you can see what an
object is made of. With this new sense, I could see how an object
works, and make it work in different ways. I couldn't help wondering if
my siblings would have this ability. If they did, that would be VERY
interesting!
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