Solomon's Private File #32
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 14 in this story, in the Summer of 2040.
Solomon's Private File #32 "Impersonations"
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I had asked Ivanna to ask the kids who were working at the Bureau to
NOT treat me any differently for just doing some little martial arts
practice. She laughed, but did it anyway. It worked a little. We got
through it without once making a pickle reference. Galya had an
interesting time with a client. He walked into her office, and said, "I
name on her desk, which matched who he was supposed to see. He said,
"YOU are supposed to interview me?" She said, "Yes. Please be seated."
He said, "I refuse to have a little girl interview me! What kind of
place is this, anyway!" She said, "If you don't know you are in the FBI
building, you REALLY don't belong here." He looked confused. She said,
"You applied for a job. If you were accepted, did you expect to be able
to choose who your supervisors were?" He was waking up. She said, "If
you can't get along with, and work well with the people here, how do
you expect to be hired?" He was almost ready. She said with a smile,
"And don't you think we would want to know that in advance?" He
laughed, and said, "I apologize. I was a fool. You are more than you
seem." He sat. She said, "All in this building are more than we seem.
Intentionally. So will you be, if you make it through the training to
make you so." He said, "I'm impressed! I do want to work here more than
I did before. Thank you." He had the evaluation and was approved.
I was waiting in my doorway for her, when she came out of her office
to tell me, "It worked! No-mind worked! It wasn't me who was speaking,
but it was. I just let flow, and it was right, and so was the
situation. Thank you!" We hugged. We couldn't do loud cheering, because
there was a client present in one of the offices. I could tell they
wanted to, though. At the end of the day, we did do the cheering,
including the secs. I said, "Now you know it's not something unique to
one person, but a way all can follow with the proper training and
outlook. All of you should remember Srinoy and the gang fight. Yes,
that was pure no-mind." There were some wows. The secs wanted to know,
so I projected it, with translations. I said, after that, "He was in
disguise. He was twelve, and had never done anything like that ever
before. After it, he described how it went, just like it was described
today." More wows. I said to Galya, "You did more than I think you are
currently aware of. He was ready to walk out and complain, and might
have talked about it outside. You hooked him in just the right way,
even though he smelled something fishy, and reeled him right in.
Instead of the frying pan, he's going to soon be swimming with the big
fishies. The scales of justice will be... er, weight for that." There
were a lot of laughs and groans. The lead sec said with a big grin, "We
know for sure who you are, now." I said, ruefully, "Don and his big
mouth!" More laughter.
Len, retired producer of CNN, asked me to look at his book he was
working on, about Dad. I met with him in his home, in my FBI disguise.
He said, "Not real?" I grinned and said, "How the FBI sees me. Mom
didn't like this one." I showed him the pierced Mohawk, and then went
back. He laughed. I said, "Hawk was louder." He tried. I said,
"Actually, it was Mom who made him laugh, with her reaction." He said,
"I can imagine!" I said, "I read your book. What would you like to talk
about?" He said, "You can do all he could do now?" I said, "I haven't
tried everything, such as screwing." He laughed. I said, "Alright, I'll
give you something. My father was the first and only one of us who
could read and write computer files directly. Until me. He couldn't
teach it successfully, because he didn't fully understand how he did
it. I do, and I've taught it. Surprised some oldsters." He said, "I'll
bet!" We discussed some parts of his book. I recommended some changes,
and additions. He said, "Would your mother object to any of this?" I
said, "If she did, it would be in private. If you planned to reveal
anything that would hurt people, she might do something, but free
speech rules as much as it can. After it's published, she might have
some public comments about it, either way. She'll respect you more, if
you don't ask in advance." He said, "Don was right. You're deep. I
why I know more about some aspects of psionics than Dad did. Was my
major interest then. But no, what I discovered in this life was on my
own, before I remembered it." He said, "Wow!" I said, "Absolutely!" We
grinned at each other.
We talked about more things. Before I left, I said, "An offer, if you
don't share. Want to see what I used to look like?" He really did. I
projected it. He studied it. He said, "As you saw yourself?" I said,
"No. From Dad's time research he did at my request. Now for the real
me, if you agree." He did, and so I dropped all disguise. He stared,
and then said, "Your eyes! The same!" I said, "Yes. Strange, isn't it."
He said, "Can't be chance." I said, "So we assume. Don't know why. I
could ask Dad, but I'll save that for inclusion in a group of
questions. His communications are a little tough to handle." He said,
"I felt that. A unique experience." I said, "I sure couldn't argue with
that!" We chuckled. We hugged with love.
At home, Mom said, "I didn't know about the eyes." I said, "Just odd.
Unimportant. Can't affect anything." She said, "Is he going to live
long enough to see the book published?" I said, "It'll make it to the
publishers and be printed, but he'll go before it gets more than a
partial review in the news." She said, "Will it be good?" I said, "Yes,
but that's not the story. Johnny come lately, and mostly ignored.
Still, something he needs to do, so it works for that." She said,
"That's why you gave him the gifts of you." I nodded. We shared a few
tears.
There were some boys who were claiming to be me. I met with one in a
casual way. We said hello. He said his name was Solomon. I said,
"That's the name of Stephen's kid. Are you really him?" He said, "Sure
am." I said, "Then what are you doing HERE?" He didn't know how to
answer that. I said, "Real or not, you're going to have problems with
that with some people. A lot of people tried to kill Stephen. I hope
you're REAL good at protecting yourself." He gulped loudly. He
whispered, "I didn't think of that!" I said, "I think you didn't think
of a lot of things the real Solomon would have. That means only the
crazy people will believe you. Dangerous crazy people. Regular people
will think you're a fool and a liar. Bullies will be after you." He
started to cry. I hugged him with love. Ohboy was he really surprised!
I said, "My friends call me Sol." He was even more surprised, and cried
harder. He said, "What am I going to do!"
I said, "I'm going to try something I don't know if I can do, or even
if I should do, but it's to protect your life. I need you to be strong.
I'll be concentrating so hard, I might not be able to protect myself. I
need you to guard me while I do it." He straightened up and tried to
look courageous and determined, but his slightly quivering chin kind of
reduced the effect he was going for. He said, "I will! What are you
going to do?" I said, "I'm going to push out a thought to the whole
area, about you being er, me. I'll feel anybody who reacts to that, and
I'll follow that into their minds and erase that memory." He said
"Wow!" I said, "I do hear that a lot." We giggled together. He said, "I
didn't know you could do that." I said, "Neither did I, but I have to
try, for you. I'm going out now." I made a blank stare, and did what I
said I would do, and was successful in a few seconds. I stayed away
longer, to make it look harder to him. Then I said, "I'm back!" He
said, "Do you know if it worked?" I said, "I do. Yes, it worked." He
hugged me really tightly, and cried some more.
I said, "Lying is bad for you, not just because it can get you into
trouble. It hurts other people who wanted to trust you, and it hurts
YOU in your mind. Too much of that, and you get to be chased by the men
in white coats with big butterfly nets." He almost choked. I said, "I
can't help being funny some times, but I'm serious. It's really bad for
you, causing mental damage, which is why we don't do it. I know it's
tough not to lie sometimes, but it's really worth it to be truthful.
Good training for your mind, too, making you invent interesting ways to
say what you want, without lying. And making you shut your trap when
you should." He laughed. I said, "Still, serious though. I hope you've
learned something good from this." He said, "I think I have. I don't
know how to thank you enough!" I said, "If you don't know, I'll tell
you how to thank me. Don't lie. Be good to yourself, your family, and
everybody else. Help people, and you will love yourself for doing it. I
should be going now. You aren't the only boy who needs help with this
very peculiar problem, just the first." He said, "Thank you, and tell
the other boys, I know how it feels, and they aren't alone." I said,
"Thank YOU. I will." Nobody else was watching, so I ported to the next
case. I did keep a viewpoint on him for a while, so make sure he was
going to be alright. He said, "Wow! So it's really true! Very nice guy,
too."
The next kid problem on the list got fixed in much the same way, but
after the last hug, he said, "I didn't know I was gay!" I checked, and
said, "You're not. I checked." He said, "Then why do I have sexual
feelings for you?" I said, "The difference between gay and straight
isn't as much as people like to think it is, and there is my kind of
love. It doesn't discriminate. When you give love, you get it back.
There is always a sexual component to love, even if we aren't always
aware of it." He said, "Wow! I didn't know all that. It must be true.
You don't lie, and I feel it's right." Then he cried. He said, "I said
and did some bad things to people I thought were gay. I'm REALLY sorry
I did that. I didn't know how they felt! It's not a choice, and it
doesn't make them a bad person!" I said, "True. Wouldn't be a really
bad thing to tell them that." He said, "I should. Thank you." We hugged
again, and didn't think anything of his boner.
Helping the others went pretty much the same way as the first one.
Unfortunately for me, it's not stoping. More kids do it, so it's a
constant project with me. Mom said, "I didn't expect you would do all
that. I'm sorry I underestimated your goodness." I said "It's alright.
I'm the cause, so I HAVE to fix it." We hugged and kissed with love.
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