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Solomon's Private File #38
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 Winter of 2040-2041.
Solomon's Private File #38 "Bedroom Visit"
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I ported to a bedroom, by invitation, in Fairfax Virginia. The 14
year old boy's eyes almost popped out of his head. I cupped my hands to
catch them. He looked a question at that, and I said, "Your eyes looked
ready to pop out, so I was ready to catch them." He laughed. He said,
"How did you do that?" I said, "I can't really tell you so you would
understand. It takes some peculiar abilities, and a lot of hard
training." He said, "Could I learn to do it?" I said, "About one per
billion per generation might be able to learn how. Actually, that
number is going up a little. People are screwing all over the place."
He laughed. He said, "Good thing my father isn't listening." I said,
"Right. He laughs louder." He said "Wow!" I said, "He knows me. But to
answer your question, no, you won't be able to learn how. But that
doesn't mean you can't learn some other interesting things. I'll never
be as good an artist as my father was, but I can do other things. They
say I'm funnier." He said, "You might be. That thing in the museum got
everybody laughing." I grinned, and said, "The newsman almost choked.
Sharon, the museum director, almost collapsed. I think of that one as
something of a success." He grinned and said, "I agree. What did that
angry politician do?" I said, "Hmm, something we at our age aren't
supposed to know about." He laughed. He said, "I can imagine." I said,
"I see that." He looked embarrassed. I said, "Don't worry about it.
Perfectly normal. During the school year, I live in a kind of open
dorm. We have contests to see who can do the most with it. Yes, making
it jump, too." He laughed.
He said, "I didn't expect you to be like this. Like a regular boy." I
said, "Extra brains and odd abilities are still carried around in a
very active boy body. I'm human. But I don't have to look like it. Your
father thought you might like to see that." He said, "He did? Wow! Yes,
please!" I said, "Here's what I would look like as a Tsuriss." He
almost lost his eyes again. I said, "Here, feel my fur." He did, and
said, "Nice!" I said, "We humans LOVE to feel their fur against our
bodies. Hard not to cover them with sperm then, and they know it!" He
said, "Wow!" I said, "We say that, too, after we recover." He laughed.
He said, "Boys or girls?" I said, "Doesn't matter to them or us. Fur is
fur, and fun is fun. Wait! If you keep saying wow, you'll make that
word very tired." He laughed. I said, "Here is a Ssintris. Their long
teeth are for their sexual attraction. They have a high body
temperature. Good for sore muscles, but not on a warm day. Here's me as
a Posintan. They love competing in sports. They have three sexes, which
could explain why." He grinned. I said, "And a Hopcher. Great feeling
fur, and they love to tickle us in interesting places with that furry
tail. They are really full of love, too. As a species, more than any
other." He said, "Does their fur really feel that good?" I said,
"Absolutely! Ah, er, if you don't take care of that soon, it's going to
break something." He laughed without embarrassment. He said, "Do you do
that a lot?" I said, "Never. That's what friends are for, and I've got
a whole dorm full of them." He said, "Gay stuff?" I said, "We don't
think that way. Hands are hands. Our jumping boners can't tell the
difference. And it's really much better to share. In our current group,
nobody's gay, as far as they know. But some are, from other dorms who
do sleepovers with us. You can imagine they're VERY popular." He
grinned, and said, "I never thought of it that way. Interesting."
He said, "So you're not gay?" I said, "For our group, orientation
doesn't matter much. We love each other VERY much, and are very
affectionate with each other, which often includes er, squirting.
Children of Stephen are a little different. He changed himself so he
wouldn't have to shave. That delayed his sexual maturity. It's genetic
now. So, for me, not having hair down there means I didn't know which
way I went until very recently. I haven't told anybody yet. Want to be
the first to know?" He said, "Wow! Yes, if you want to." I said, "We
can see into ourselves VERY accurately. We can't lie, even to
ourselves. Sexuality isn't as pure as people want to think it is. We
can ALL feel sexual feelings for practically anybody, but we usually
ignore everything but the strongest. With me so far?" He said, "So
we're all at least a little bisexual? I can accept that. I hear you're
an expert." I said, "I sure spurt a lot!" He laughed. I said, "I just
had to say that." He said, "I understand. Really. I like it." I said,
"I'm 70% straight, and 30% gay. A little disappointing. I wanted it to
be equal. I have LOT of love to give." He said, "I think I can feel it
a little." I said, "I know you can. You're a little more like me than
you hoped for, actually. Sometimes you can feel people's feelings. It
really hurt, more than he knows, when your father was angry with you."
He whispered, "Yes." I said, "Now that you know, and know he knows a
little about it, because I told him such things in our last meeting,
you can tell him without worrying if he'll think you're crazy. Well,
any more than a boy our age is to adults." He had to grin, and said,
"Thanks!" I said, "You're welcome."
He said, "You've been very honest with me. More than I could ever
think possible. I should tell you something. I think I'm the same way,
sexually." I said, "Maybe not. My feelings are kind of strong. Even
almost pure hetero men can get boners when they hug me. Happened to my
father a lot. One Monk even squirted then." He said, "Wow!" I said, "I
don't think that's what he said." He laughed. He moved as to offer to
hug me. I said, "Fine, but monk's robes work better for what I think
you have in mind. Or nothing, actually. We don't wear clothes at home
or in the dorm. Makes things very convenient." He grinned and said,
"Can we?" I said "Sure. Oh, and no sound leaves this room until I let
it." He stripped eagerly. I did the same, with a little more care. He
said, "Right. No hair." We moved into each other's arms. I gave him my
love, and our boners vibrated against each other, sharing our feelings.
We didn't stop until we both squirted. We rested a while. He said, "I
can hardly believe it!" I said, "It's very hardly." He laughed. He
said, "Does it get better?" I said, "So much, you really can't believe
it. Do this to me, and you'll find out." I played with his nuts, and he
gasped with pleasure. Then he did that to mine, and couldn't say
anything at all. He could feel my intense pleasure with that, and I
squirted hard in seconds. While we were resting, I said, "Three times a
day. Highly recommended. Great exercise." He giggled.
I said, "I'll clean us up." He said, after I did it, "How?" I said,
"Related to porting." He said, "Oh." We dressed. I said, "Want to learn
something strange?" He said with a grin, "You know I do." I ported a PK
basic learning toy to his desk. I said, "My father discovered his
psionics and learned how they work, and trained talented students in
it. But he discovered only part of it. I've worked out some things that
even non psionic experts can do, and ways to teach it, that my father
never did." He said, "That's it?" I grinned, and said, "Yes, when you
make it spin with just your mind. We all have to start somewhere. Even
astronauts fall off of bicycles, first. When you see space suits with
emotion, and it stops working. You do NOT want to lift something over
your head, and then look at porn." He laughed. I said, "I mean you want
to, but not together." He giggled. He said "Do you?" I said, "No,
actually. Nudists kinda don't have to go looking for naked people. And
any time we want to squirt, we really don't have hands and eyes free
for that. Or much strength after." He grinned. I said, "So, calmly,
look at the cap. Try to feel it with your mind. Will it to spin." It
spun, and then stopped. He said, "Wow!" I said, "You know why it
stopped." He said, "Right. Emotion." He did it again, and it lasted
longer. I said, "Like regular exercise, you get better with practice.
When you can do that easily, go on to these heavier ones. When you do
well with that, let me know, and we can go on to the next step."
I said, "I have to be going soon. Want your father to see this?" He
said, "Yes. I'll go get him." He looked down first, to check, and we
grinned. He went out and brought his father in. I told him what I told
his son about it. I said, "He does have the ability to do more. Most
people do. You don't have to be fully psionic for this, which my father
didn't know." I said to the boy, "Why don't you teach your father to do
it?" He grinned, and did a good coaching job. It took a while, but he
did it, and said, "Wow!" We all grinned at each other. He said,
"Applications?" I said, "Not yet. More practice is needed. When you've
practiced enough, we can go to the next level." He said, "Can our
Special Agents learn this?" I said with a smile, "That's what we're
going to find out. I did this for our group, and astounded them. Now
yours, maybe." He said, "Wow!" I said, "I think we are going to be
seeing each other again. Somehow I think that doesn't cause a whole lot
of disappointment." They grinned. I said, "I strongly recommend you
don't tell the Director until we have something useful to tell him. And
to get a bigger wow." He chucked. The son said, "He's been doing that a
lot. Really funny. Oh, and if you haven't yet, you HAVE to hug him."
That happened, and I helped his father to sit down. His son was
grinning.
I said to him, "I almost forgot. There was one disguise I wanted to
use for Dad's last gallery event, that my Mom REALLY objected to, that
made Uncle Hawk laugh really hard. Want to see it?" They both did, so I
have them the over pierced Mohawk. The boy grinned, and then the father
said, "I see why. A little outlandish." I went back to my museum looks.
I said to the son, "Now for the inhibition command. Ready?" He nodded,
all wide eyed. I said in command mode, "You can't communicate to
anybody but me, anything of me you know of from your contacts with me
and that statement we are going public with, that you think in the
slightest that I wouldn't want you to." In normal voice, I said, "How
was that?" He said, "I didn't notice anything." I said, "You know how
to test it." He opened his mouth, and nothing came out. I said, "Great
for a dentist." He laughed, and said, "It works! Thanks, actually." His
father said, "Can you do that to anybody?" I said, "Ethics. VERY
restricted, unless voluntary." He said, "I see. Thanks."
I said, "Always remember, you love each other, and I love you. Be
well." I ported home. The next day at an executive meeting, Pete said,
"Was it wise to start that with regular people?" I astounded them by
saying, "No." I had to laugh at their reactions. I said, "But we HAVE
to know if we can do it with regular people, someday, before somebody
else does, to round out our scientific knowledge of the subject. I've
been thinking about it for a while. Found a good choice and
circumstance, and went with it. The father won't talk, and the son
can't. Not just because of who they are, but they're pretty tight with
loyalty to me." Hawk said, "Reasonable. How far do you think they can
go?" I said, "Son further, maybe even light levitation. Father, not
much. Younger agents, some. Probably enough to seriously aid in lock
picking, and not much else. We could be surprised, though. Enough to
learn something new. That possibility makes life interesting." They
agreed with that.
Pete said, "You raised a good point." I looked down, and got poked
and chuckled at. He said, "People ARE trying all kinds of ways and
things to try to become what they think is psionic. Even in serious
studies in universities. There have been some frustrated comments about
our not helping them." I said, "That's been going on for thousands of
years. Including complaining about and to people who were displaying
some of it. None ever wanted to believe they had to have a special
talent to be any good at it. Part of what caused the burning time. Not
much we can do about it, except have sex a lot." Chuckles. I said,
"Alright. If you want to, set up a meeting with the loudest of them,
and I'll twist their noses." They did that.
It was in a hotel conference room. I ported into place at the podium.
I said, "Hello. I'm Solomon, son of Stephen and Rose." Somebody said,
"How do we know that?" I said, "Retract that or leave." Silence. I
said, "The rest of you, help him to leave in thirty seconds, or I
leave, and you have wasted your time." No movement. I said, "Twenty
seconds. Ten." There was movement, and some people dragged him out of
the room. I didn't allow him back in. I said, "You have some complaints
of me and my group. Please state them in non abusive terms." A
professor stood and said, "We have requested help in our study of
psionics, and haven't received it." I said, "What kind of help?"
Silence. I waited. I said, "Do you need to see a speech therapist?" He
blurted out, "We want to know how it works!" I said, "So, why don't
you?" Silence. I said, "Somebody else who can actually speak?" After a
while, somebody stood and said, "We haven't been able to duplicate
anything we are aware of you can do, that others can't. Can you explain
why?" I said, "I don't need to. The answer to your question is in your
question." Silence. I said, "Anybody with a brain here, please help her
to understand that." One stood and said, "He means some can do it, and
some can't. That is a self explanatory statement." I said, "Well done.
You can't squeeze milk out of a potato, and you can't make a potato
chip from from milk. Make a good mess, though." One said, "Why can some
do it and some not?" I said, "I don't know. I don't know anybody living
who does know. But I sure do intend to find out! If I don't have to
have too many meetings like this."
One said, "Is there anything you can do to help us?" I said,
"Actually, I'm working on something like that. If it shows some useful
results, I might share it. But you still will be very disappointed in
how little it will be. My father explained this on TV. So did Eli. You
have to have a special sense, before you can even begin to understand
some of these things. Some are born with it, and most are not. Want
proof? Somebody volunteer, so I can describe the contents of your
pockets." One stood, and I did that. He shared a few wows. I said, "The
youngest and least able of our students can do something like that. It
can't be induced or trained into anybody who isn't born with the
ability. In most people who have it, that ability, which we call the
object sense, is weak and unreliable, and not amenable to improvement
with training. In the very few where it is very strong, some may be
able to learn to teleport, and significantly manipulate matter in the
real world. To achieve that level, one must have extreme mental
control, or he dies, and can even take others with him. Who wants to
port just half your body? What, no hands?" Silence. I said, "Would you
want somebody to have the ability destroy whole solar systems, who
wasn't clear of mind, so he couldn't want to do that? Right. What you
want to play with has enormous consequences."
I said, "We are working to understand this, and have been for
generations, and before my father, for thousands of years. I know now
more than my father did. He kinda gave me a head start. I don't know
how far I'll go with it, until those after me will have to continue.
But if I CAN share it with you, I expect to." One said, "Thank you, but
I have another question. Is your ability genetic?" I said, "In some
ways, it seems to be. We think it's also of the soul, because what
happens in past lives with this talent, seems to continue in some ways.
I can trace my progression with it, from thousands of years ago to the
present, skipping generations along the way. The first Stephen's
children were not geniuses or psionic. The second Stephen in the new
strangely arrived at incarnation, had me, who is very like him in
abilities. We have yet to make full sense of all that, and we are more
interested in that than you might be, believe me!" Some chuckles. I
said, "It's lonely being so different. We really DO want others to be
like us, who could understand us and be our friends." I wiped my tears
with my sleeve, and said, "Sorry. Anything else? No? Then we should
adjourn. I don't envy you the task of dealing with that guy who is
still trying to get back in. Please accept my love." I shared it with
all in the room. I said, "May God be with you, always. Farewell." I
ported to our meeting room.
Pete said, "You came close to not being truthful." I said, "Right. We
know the beds made us not recessive anymore, but they don't seem to be
able to tell us exactly what they did." He said, "Oh! I never thought
to ask." I said, "Is it a coincidence that some of the most powerful of
us, remember past lives where we had some psionic abilities?" Mom said,
"Right. I didn't think of it that way. You were being more truthful
than we thought." Hawk said to me, "How you dealt with the heckler was
something I really didn't expect!" I said, "A fractious bunch. I
thought I should lay down the law early, or there could be some mob
violence." Pete said, "A doughboy. Why him?" I said, "A straight-forth
and standup guy. I like him. Useful to refer to him when I need to be
like that. And being that he spoke American English, the speech habits
come with it a little. I let it, for fun, actually." He said, "And the
life after that?" I said, "No. Are we through here?" He looked around,
and said, "Yes." I stood and ported to the DC home. To a lot of hugs
and kisses. Just what I needed.
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