Solomon's Private File #36
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 Fall of 2040.
Solomon's Private File #36 "Senate Trouble"
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I became a little more popular with the public than I wanted to be,
with what I said at the museum. But first, I had to brave the kids at
the foster home. Tim and Mac got to me first, and squished me like an
old fashioned tube of toothpaste, until my scalp almost popped off.
Then the kids mobbed me with kisses that almost sucked the life out of
me. The really thick party atmosphere lasted well into the night. And
then we squirted our brains out. A lot. Eventually, we slept for a few
seconds.
Then there was school. We didn't sleep. Everything else we did way
too much of, which included the staff. Then it got worse; I went to
work at the FBI. Even the Director came down and hugged me. Then we had
clients. Our people had a VERY hard time containing themselves. I had
to apologize to my client for the strange behavior of our staff. He
said, "Let me guess. Fans of Solomon." I said, "Unfortunately, yes.
Football I can see. Any sports fans. At least their teams and players
don't say so many repeatable catch phrases you can't forget, that
cracks everybody up." He grinned and said, "I take it you don't
approve?" I said, "I didn't say that. Just the reaction isn't
appropriate for our office." He said, "I like him." I groaned and said,
"Oh, not another one!" He laughed. I said, "Please, don't tell them
that out there?" He said, "Will that cause me to fail this interview?"
I said, "Don't tempt me!" He laughed. The rest of the interview went
well, and he was approved.
My next client came in grinning. I said, "You, too?" She said, "I
know what you mean. That's all people are talking about." I said, "I
think at least one of us here has got the news plugged into her ear,
and is relaying the comments on the comments on the comments to
everybody. It's a wonder if we get any work done here today." She said,
"Going to tell her to stop?" I said, "Er, no." She laughed. After the
successful interview, she said, "So, what do you think of what he
said?" I said, "I, for one, am trying to be professional here. Oh,
alright. As a psychologist, what interests me are the reactions, and
what they tell us about the people that they don't know they are
revealing." She looked thoughtful, and said, "Yes. I see what you mean.
Interesting. Thank you." I said, "You're welcome."
The next client was different. I said, "Finally, somebody who isn't
grinning his face in half." He said, "I know what you mean. Blown way
out of proportion. As a psychologist, what do you think of the
reactions of his targets?" I said "At the event?" He nodded. I said,
"My analysis is surprisingly the same, but for different reasons. They
demonstrably represent two ends of the spectrum that would be more
dangerous to have as friends than as enemies." He was surprised, and
then thoughtful, and then surprised again. He said, "Is the rest of the
FBI like this?" I said, "I can't certify that directly, but you should
consider in your deliberations that we certify the applicants. Many
apply. Few make it." He said, "More than ever, I want in." I said with
a smile, "We don't disapprove of that attitude." He was approved and
recommended highly.
At the meeting with Pete and Ivanna, Ivanna said, "I think I see now
you had more in mind with your comments than everybody first thought."
I said, "Butterfly Effect, yes. Still continuing, too. Going to be some
demands of me soon." Pete said, "Senate's going to er, invite you to
testify?" I said, "Maybe. Tough call." He said, "Really got the goods
on that one?" I said, "Family didn't tell you?" He said, "No." I said,
"My danger watch on them wasn't specific enough. Weapons trigger didn't
take into account recreational use. Whips and chains." They laughed
really hard. I said, "He won't want that public, but he won't want to
tell his friends why, strongly enough to convince them to lay off me."
Ivanna said, "So he screws himself." I said, "No, he had playmates."
More laughter.
I was right. A week later I was asked, not ordered, to appear before
a Senate committee. I called the Chairman's office, and asked to speak
with him. He didn't want to. I said in his ear, "Only you can hear
this. I'm Solomon. Before you have me testify, you should speak with
the Justice Department, and tell them what you have in mind for me. And
review your oath, and what treason means. We do a lot for this county.
More than all the other countries combined. If we are made to feel
unwelcome by the government, or otherwise interfered with, we can
leave, and stop all our activities here, which includes the drug
interdiction. No American citizen would be accepted as students in
Tibet. And my sister might isolate this country from her love and
healing broadcasts. One more thing. I'm sure your Senator strongly
requested that you not pursue this. He can't tell you why, and neither
can I, for his privacy, but it will destroy him if you try to force me.
What I know about him came by accident. I REALLY didn't want to know
it! But it happened, and that can't be erased. Oh, and my Mom would
REALLY dislike you bullying her little boy. Have a nice day. Signing
off."
He looked like he was chewing on something really bad tasting, for a
while. Then he made some calls, and got quite an earful. By the end of
the day, he was sweating rivers, while his staff were shivering in the
cold from his lowering of the thermostat. Then he made a call to the
mean Senator from the museum, who called me, and asked to meet with me.
I ported to his den at home, in my museum disguise. We shook hands and
sat. He said, "I want to apologize. I acted badly." I said "And I want
to apologize. I said a little too much at the end, that I regret." He
said, "I didn't expect that." I said, with a grin, "Same here." He
chuckled. He said, "I was told what you said to one of my associates.
Thank you." I said, "You're welcome." He said, "Will you tell me how
you found out?" I said "Yes. You are unlikely to repeat it." He almost
laughed.
I said, "First I have to make one thing very clear. I can't lie, and
I oppose all lying. Another thing. I care about you. Because of that, I
have what we call a danger watch on all Governors, Federal legislators,
Supreme Court Judges, and Executive Branch er, bosses. Nobody told me
to do that, and I didn't ask anybody. This danger watch thing is like
an automatic surveillance program that runs in one of my independent
mind compartments entirely in the background, and doesn't record
anything. So, I don't see anything until there is a real threat.
Privacy is maintained. I'm not perfect, though. My programing didn't
exclude alerting on weapons and torture devices that were used for er,
recreational activities. Hey, at my age, I'm not even supposed to know
about that!" He laughed really well.
I said, "I have to tell you I appose adultery. What I said at the
museum was intended to er, influence you to stop that." He said, "I'm
told you have doctorates in psychology, and are a Rabbi. Is this true?"
I said, "It is. I already set this meeting to be privileged. Our people
are always monitored. For this meeting, it's reactive only." He said,
"Thank you. I have needs, strong needs, that my wife is unwilling to
fulfill. It's not as if I want to commit adultery, but there isn't any
other way." I said, "Unwilling because she doesn't understand, or
because you are unwilling to really talk to her about it?" He said,
"They're right about you. Wise. Yes to both." I said, "And for your
career, you can't go public." He said, "Exactly!" I said, "But you knew
this before you took public office." He nodded. I said, "And you know
this isn't going to be a secret forever. One or more of your very
expensive playmates is going to see more dollar signs in exposure than
not, someday." He said, "A big concern."
I said, "You know the options. Doing nothing about it is the worst of
them, in the long run." He said, "Yes, I see that. Any ideas on how I
can get out of my er, contracts?" I said, "In the short run, the best
option is to stop taking those pills. Or at least seem to have stopped
taking them, with your playmates. Good excuse for not playing, if they
think you can't get it up. Election, yes. Erection, no." He had to
chuckle. I said, "Might not stop them from asking for money, though.
Hooking them up with another rich client, not married, could help with
that." He said, "I don't know any." I said, "I just did a search. Found
some. Who cares about lobbyists?" He laughed and said, "Not me!" I
said, "Right. Predatory pack. Bad for your herd. Right. Hard to let it
go, it was SO funny." He laughed, and said, "I have to agree. Well
done!" I said, "Thanks. Firing your assistants won't at all help you
with your needs. For that you need to see a REAL professional sex
therapist. One who is guaranteed to keep your secrets, so that needs to
be one who sees other kinds of patients, too, so if you meet other
patients in passing, they won't know for sure what your problems are."
He said, "I wouldn't have thought of that last reason!" I said, "That's
why I get the big bucks. Oh, wait. I don't use money." He grinned.
I said, "You go first. Then drag your wife to one of the sessions,
when the Doctor advises. The rest is up to the three of you. Motivation
for your wife to comply with going with you, if you play it right, is
the risk of exposure, and the subsequent shame and severe loss of the
status she craves." He looked at me in awe, and said, "Those degrees
are really not fake." I said, "I already knew that." He chuckled. I
said, "Here is a list of clients for referral. Here's a list of
therapists who meet the requirements we discussed. A warning. You lie
in public, and I cut you loose. If you are pressed to tell, just keep
your trap shut. I absolutely know how really difficult that is, but you
have to." He grinned and said, "I understand. Would you tell me how you
know about these people?"
I said, "I projected a weak thought throughout the area, structured
so that only the kind of minds I was looking for, would feel it and
respond, unconsciously, in a way I could detect. Then I determined
their locations, found the information I put on the paper." He said,
"Wow! Can anybody else do that?" I said, "So far, now that my father
isn't around, only my mother for sure. My sister could, but she won't.
Maybe Uncle Hawk. That's something like how Mom finds the bomb makers."
He said, "Oh! I'm sorry about your father." I said, "Thank you, but
don't feel sorry. I grew up, well, to the hight I was when he croaked,
knowing it would happen, and when, and why. I miss him, but he does
communicate with some of us sometimes, and I can feel him in the
healing part of the love broadcasts." He said, "Wow!" I nodded and
said, "We really do hear that a lot." Chuckles.
I said, "Agree to keep the danger watch?" He said, "How many have you
saved?" I said, "31, counting a big delegation in Yemen." He said,
"Yes, please." I said, "Another proposal. If you need to talk with me,
if you say that with my name, even in a whisper, I could add that to
the program for you." He had some tears, and said, "Yes, I would like
that." We stood, and I offered to hug him. I did, with my love. I
helped him sit, and said, "May God always be with you." I ported to the
the waiting conference.
Tomba was there. He said, "I watched, but as a consulting cleric." I
said, "Accepted. Better with notice. I might have had a use for it in
the session." He said, "Accepted. Well done!" I said, "Thanks. He's not
really a bad sort, just seriously insecure." He said, "I'm surprised he
confided in you." Mom said, "I'm not." We hugged. I said, "He was
desperate, and leaped on the fact that I cared about him enough not to
tell his boss. He REALLY had to tell somebody. I was er, handy. I
wonder what would have happened if I had brought a whip with me."
Laughter.
Two days later, I was sent a notice that I wasn't needed to testify,
and was thanked for my communications about the matter. I noticed my
client had become a more pleasant and cheerful man, who worked even
harder than before. I received another message from the Chairman,
saying, "I misjudged you. Thank you VERY much!" I sent back, "You're
welcome." My client must have had some good things to say about me to
the Chairman. I wasn't unhappy about that.
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