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Solomon's Private File #25
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 13 in this story, in the Winter of 2039-2040.
Solomon's Private File #25 "Creepy Crawlies"
START Page
I was working at our FBI office when the Director asked me to come to
a meeting. I scouted ahead as usual, and saw there was another man
there, who's badge said NSA. I walked in, and we were introduced. He
said, "Your name. Really?" I said with a grin, "And you were born with
Smith?" He said, "I see what you mean. In my case, I do get that a lot,
because it's true. Yours?" I said, cheerfully, "Nope!" He had to
chuckle. He said, "We had a direct phone number to Stephen. It's not
working now." I said, "Well, they don't have phones where he is." He
cleared his throat. He noticed the Director was trying to hide a grin,
who said, "Best not to beat around the bush with him, or he'll tie your
bush in knots." I nodded my appreciation to him, which he liked.
Smith said, "We've heard some chatter. Some governments, or at least
rogue elements in them, could be planning an attack on what they think
is your school." I said, "Interesting. Our school. It's not what they
think it is. I conducted a class this morning that took place in three
different parts of the galaxy. You've heard of our entire city on
another planet. I think they might not have considered that." He said,
"Yes. But you do have a building in DC." I said "Too small now. We've
outgrown it. Actually, more moans than groans. People insist on
squirting out psionic genius kids like there was some kind of contest
going on." The Director was trying not to laugh, and not just at my
comment, but at Smith, who said, "Don't you take anything seriously?" I
said, "Always, but hopefully not so people notice." He worked to digest
that, and said, "Been played." I said, "Sure. Can, will." He digested
some more.
I said, "Did you know they have somebody watching the school right
now?" He said, "So you already knew all this?" I said, "Not at all. We
knew about the watcher. Sometimes journalists, or just curious people.
The second after you mentioned the threat to me, we checked him out.
Seriously unfriendly intent. Here's a live image of him. Think we
should mess with him a little?" The Director said, "If YOU do it,
absolutely!" Smith said, "If you show it, this I've got to see!" I said
to the Director, "Looks like our guest is wise to my twisted humor
now." Smith grinned and nodded. I said, "Remember the Gaza missile
people? His shoes are stuck to the ground. Ah! He's discovered that. Oh
no, it's not going to be that easy. Shoelaces won't budge. He still
thinks that's not much of a problem. He should know not to piss Jack
off." They had to laugh. I winked at them.
I said, "He's looking a little jumpy. That's caused by what's
happening in his shoes. Under the soles of his feet, are what feels
like large worms or insects." My audience made some strange noises. I
said, "Ha, copying what he's saying?" Chuckles. I said, "He's REALLY
trying to get his shoes off. He's giving 'frantic' a new meaning."
Laughter. I said, "My audience includes all in the school, and a lot of
others who are elsewhere. Yes. They are even more curious than you are,
about what I'm going to do. Well, they know me. In times like this,
perhaps a little too much for my taste." Laughter. I said, "I've subtly
encouraged a police officer to watch him. He'll arrest him soon. You'll
know what for, when it happens. I'm letting him step out of his shoes.
He doesn't know he shouldn't." More odd noises in the office. I said,
"They're off. But not his problem. What he felt in his shoes are now
crawling up his legs. He's trying to shake them off, and is swatting
himself. Unsuccessful. Soon, some will be in an area he won't want to
swat. He's realizing that, and is VERY unhappy. Hmm, he's a better
dancer than even HE thought." Laughter. I said, "You aren't the only
ones who are laughing. Now he needs to see his enemies. Open belt. Down
they go. Now the boxers. He still can't see the little beasties, but he
sure can feel them. Now he's er, pointing the way, which will last for
some time. The officer called for backup, which is arriving. They are
taking him into custody. There will be documents on him that they will
find VERY interesting. I wonder what his cellmate will be thinking."
More, almost hysterical, laughter.
I said to Smith, "You might want to call your people, and tell them
where he's going. Then we'll talk." I gave him the perp's name and
immediate destination. He made the call. I said, "Now, tell me why I
did all that." He thought for a while, and said, "Working backwards
from the now obvious goal, you wanted him arrested on a charge
unrelated to why he was there, that would keep him off the street long
enough for us to do something with him, but in such a way that he
couldn't point to a source of his problem. You made him break the law
voluntarily, and he can't blame anybody for that without looking crazy.
I have to say, well done!" I said "Thanks. Getting that from a lot of
friends now. Some still laughing." The Director said, "Hawk?" I said,
"Absolutely, even though he's offplanet."
He said, "Did you get anything from the guy?" I said,
"Unfriendliness, without the present ability and will to act on it, is
not sufficient justification for one of us to invade his mental
privacy. We have a watch on him now. We'll know who his contacts are,
when they happen, and who their contacts are. Eventually, we'll have
the whole bunch. No, we don't know what we'll do then. Might just give
it all to Homeland. No, I wasn't reading your mind. All of us are
experts at reading face and body language, and feel the emotions of
others. You aren't too bad at that, yourself. You can even feel a
little beyond my disguise. Know this. I'm letting that happen. Yes, he
knows." Smith said, "For not reading minds, you're awfully good at
that!" I said "That's what we're here for. I suspect you want to be
going now. If you want what Stephen would do, contact this office.
Somebody will call one of us, and they'll probably call me." Smith
said, "Why you?" I said, "Curiosity. I don't just think out of the box,
my thinking has never been near a box. Well, that kind of a box." They
had to laugh at my sexual reference. Smith said, "Are you Solomon?" I
said, "I'm not the only one here of us with a disguise and fake name.
Ask that of any of us, and you'll get the same answer, if not something
unpleasantly physical." He said, "I was wrong. I apologize." I said,
"Accepted." He asked to leave, and he did. I said to the Director,
"He's shaking his head in wonder." He chuckled. I said, "And Ivanna is
grinning so hard, she might strain something." He laughed.
We had an executive meeting. Mom, Hawk, Pete and Ichi were there.
Nigel was a little late. They all congratulated me on my action, with
grins and chuckles. Except Hawk, who was laughing too hard. I said, "It
wasn't much. Itching for action." That set Hawk off again. We all
stared at him, which didn't help. I said, "Maybe we shouldn't ask him
to these meetings, and just invite a laugh-track. With an off switch."
He tried not to laugh, and almost exploded, hissing like a boiling
teakettle. I said, "Got replacement gaskets?" That did it, and he
laughed so hard, he almost fell off of his chair. Ichi said, "You're
playing him like an almost musical instrument." Renewed laughter. Mom
said, "Too much." I said, "It's all accordion to taste." Ichi's
laughter added to Hawk's. Even Mom chuckled. I said to Ichi, "You
didn't think I'd let you get away with that, did you?" He grinned, and
said, "Not anymore, but no regrets." We hugged and kissed.
I said, "He's from Yemen. Want me to scan around for like minds?"
Ichi said, "Please." I found five likelys, and gave their names and
locations. I said, "Got one! The leader of the team. Just made contact
with one on my new list. Didn't show in the scan because he's as cool
as a rotten cucumber. Yes, they're actually cool. A location were
explosives are kept. Justification for mind invasion!" I pushed the
information I found, to all. I said, "Do what you want with the info. I
need to go and stop thinking for a while." I stood and ported to an
empty pool on Allguard, and swam freestyle laps, trying not to think.
After an hour of that, Kam joined me, and stopped me with a hug. I
said, "Being my emotional anchor is fine, but a real one?" She laughed,
and so did I. We went to talk to Mom alone.
I said, "I have a problem I didn't know I would have. I have issues
being around somebody thinking about hurting people. It's a weakness,
but not what you might be thinking. In some past lives, I was a VERY
bad person. I liked hurting people. When I'm involved with people like
that, a part of me wants to feel like they do. That's REALLY bad for
me, and for all of us. I think I'll probably outgrow it, but until
then, there is some risk that I could revert to my past ways, with too
much exposure to bad people. Oh. I just asked my stone. Says I won't.
Just that, isn't good enough for me." Mom said, "Maybe exposure in easy
steps." I said with an odd smile, "An allergy now. Desensitization.
That's different." Kam said, "Then you should appreciate it." I said,
"Don't be so reasonable." We laughed. We hugged and kissed with love.
Another teaching session with Galya. She wanted to talk about the
Yemeni man incident. I didn't, and she understood that. I said, "We
need to do another chakra attack session, but not right now. You
wouldn't be in good shape for this. Make a mental picture of your
bedroom. Will it to be active like in a personal contact image." She
said, "That's new. A ball on my bed." I said, "Yes, and proof the image
is now showing you reality. Or at least our version of it. With a
imaginary mental hand, reach through the image, and pick up the ball."
She did. I said, "Fine. Now put it down, and erase the image. That is
the test for learning about the 4th. The image you made, was using the
4th to bypass distance. You picked up the ball with mentally directed
4th geometry which is almost impossible to explain without the proper
math, which you are almost ready for. Oh, by the way, your base IQ is
about 254 now." I cupped my ear for her wow, and received it. She said,
"What will I need to understand the 4th math?" I said, "There are other
factors, so I can't answer that now. You'll get there, I'm sure of it."
We practiced manipulating things through mental images for a while. I
said, "Here is the first of the 4th manipulation crystals." She read
it, and said, "Wow!" I said, "Absolutely!"
I said, "You know how to port now. To the field of the skyward
stone!" She smiled, and made a mental picture of it, and pushed her
mind into that picture, taking her body with it, and she was there. And
so was I, a moment later. I said, "One reason for not porting until you
are a full Adept, is it does bad things to biorhythms, and instant
changes in altitude can cause actual physical damage. With the body
control you have now, you can avoid that." She said, "I see. Thanks." I
said, "Now you need to set up a safe port destination in case of an
emergency. The insulated room in the Temple you had your alignment in,
is a good example." She nodded, and said, "I choose that one for now."
I said, "Attach a programed action to it, with a danger triggered
mnemonic. You can always change it later, and even have different
destinations for different dangers. Be aware that you might be traced,
so porting out of that room the instant later, might not be a bad
idea." She said, "Good idea. All this insistence on safety. Why?" I
said, "We've faced some dangerous people. The camp rule." She smiled,
and said, "I know. We aren't allowed to die. One of your best."
I said, "You need to practice using mental pictures and touching
things through them, constantly, until you always have an active mental
picture of your surroundings in your mind at all times, unconsciously.
I see you want to know why. When you are at that level, you will be
able to use the shield." She let out an excited, "Oh!" I grinned and
said, "Great motivation to practice, isn't it." She said, "Absolutely!"
I said "Now we do chakra defense training." We did that for an hour.
After that, I said, "We won't need to do this again for training. But
every few months, we should do it to keep in shape, like any other
exercise." She said, "I understand. I still haven't stopped practicing
with PK." I said, "Same here. Probably because it's so interesting, and
so much fun." She grinned and nodded. I said, "You know what to
practice now. That constant mental image. Come see me when you can have
that on all the time, without thinking about it, and then we'll do some
very interesting things." She said, "I will!" We hugged and kissed with
love.
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