Solomon's Private File #53
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 15 in this story, in the Summer of 2041.
Solomon's Private File #53 "Brian's Father"
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Srinoy visited me in my office at the school. He said, "Do you know
that you did to me!" I said, "I have a sneaking suspicion I'm going to
find out very soon." He grinned, and flopped into a chair. He said,
"They all, students and staff in our universities in Tibet, want your
new teaching method. Actually demand it. For everything!" I said,
"Including sex?" He looked at me, and said, "You were watching?" I
grinned and pointed at my diplomas, the psychology section, and said,
"No." He looked really funny. I kept grinning. He and to laugh. I said,
"I'm getting the same from Scientology, through Mgambe and George. They
didn't mention sex, though. You can tell your staff, if they want sex,
they should try being nice to people." He laughed. I said, "And for
your students, offer them hand exercises." More laughter. I said, "Hawk
heard that. You KNOW what he's doing." More laughter.
I said, "In fact, there are comments about the dream box all over the
place, from the devil's soul destroyer, to revolutionary tool for
education, to a pervert's dream. And a lot of it is from pure
frustration from people who understand why it can't be used in the US.
All of them don't know what can be done with the tech, and what can't.
Any Basic Adept can enter the mind and brain of an animal and
experience its life. Our Advanced Adepts with our mind training, can
organize and create the dream. But it takes an artist and videographer
to compose the dream usefully. Only our Senior Adepts can share that
dream with another person the way I did it. Only highly skilled Seniors
can make a useful crystal of it. Only my direct students, Double and S
Kids, can make a dream box on their own. Only a full telepath can ride
a human for including it in a dream. So, we aren't going to be doing a
lot of this any time soon. By the way, most of the memories I used for
the Navajo dreams were from past lives, including riding the animals."
He said, "Wow! I'll pass it on.Thanks. Can I credit you for the info?"
I said, "For abject cowards, yes." He laughed. We hugged and kissed,
and he ported away.
Pete and Ivanna ported in. They and Mgambe had been watching. Pete
said, "I'll try. Once a box is made, it can be easily reproduced, which
shouldn't be made public. It should be stressed that dreams do not an
education make. And for entertainment, it could be very er, inclusive,
so I think we shouldn't do that." Ivanna said, "I can see it could
become very addictive." I said, "Absolutely. We need to be active
people. Not bedridden dream addicts. Imagine what would happen if we
made one of our pool parties? Right. Rivers of sperm, and none going
where they're supposed to go." They grinned. Pete said, "Or with a
portable box. People taking smoking breaks throughout the day, but not
for smoking. A lot of yelling, though." I said, "You know, I could
include a sound suppressor and a cleaning feature. Could make a LOT of
available. But I see what you mean. Can't disturb the economy that
much." Pete said, "A shame." I said, "Quieter, though."
Pete said, "Your non Adept PK project is progressing better than we
thought." I said, "You would have thought differently if you had ever
been a real witch. Yes, I know about broom flying, from actually doing
it as a woman. Used it for another thing, too. I REALLY liked that
broom." They laughed really hard. I said, "Yep. Could get a real handle
on loneliness." Choking sounds. I said, "But lit candles didn't really
help much romantically. Made funny shadows, though." More noises. I
said, "Those outside thought I was casting spells. Ooohhh, I wish I
could have!" They were almost hysterical. I said, "Still can't beat
Hawk." That didn't help any of them.
There was the usual odd reception at the FBI office. Then I was asked
to see the Director. Still in our outer offices, I sighed and said,
"Maybe going public was a mistake." Grins. I walked in the door to the
Director's office, and said, "No. Are we finished?" He laughed. I said,
"Oh crap. It didn't work." More laughter, and from Brian's father, too.
Even the head of the psychology department laughed. I said, "Alright,
what is it this time?" The Director said, "First, some of us would like
to experience your Navajo dream box." I said, "It doesn't work for what
you want it to work for. It's just a dream. But yes, I can give it to
you, and without the box. I made it, and I can personally do whatever I
make can do." He said, "Oh. Yes, please. Now, if you will." I said,
"Who?" It was he and the shrink. I said, "Relax in a way you would want
to sleep in, and close your eyes. Raise a finger when you're ready." A
minute later, they were groggily saying, "Wow!" I said, "Yep. Heard
that before. Must've worked." Brian's father was grinning.
The Director said, "Despite what I was told, I didn't have any real
idea what it would be like!" I said, "That's why I made it. Words
aren't enough. And from me, that's saying a LOT." Some serious
chuckling, most from the shrink. I said, "Before you say any more, you
should know some things." I gave them an edited version of what I had
told the others about it, a recording, leaving out names and mention of
Double and S Kids, and concealing Srinoy's face. More laughter. He
said, "So you're funny with your own people, too." I said, "Sure. Have
to keep Hawk in shape." Chuckles. I said, "But what we said right after
that, REALLY set him off." He showed a frustrated smile.
He said, "You had mentioned before, a project that might help some of
our people do some unusual things. You didn't say that one of us was
already involved in it." I said, "True. Premature er, telling, could be
detrimental, and cause difficulties, such as in trusting the students
for more." Brian's father said, "But I have duties and loyalties." I
said, "Did that include you not telling me you would do that?" He
stalled, and then said, "No." I said, "You've studied my father. You
know what he meant about consequences, and why. He is not unique among
our group. It's part of our ethics." He said, "So I'm out of the
program?" I said, through my tears, "It's really not what I wanted at
all, but yes. It must be." He said, "My son?" I said, "Still involved,
with your permission." He said, "Given." I said, "There is something
you should know. If you had presented a good case for telling, I would
have agreed. I have loyalties, too." He was full of mixed emotions. The
Director said, "If I had known about your restriction, I would have
told him not to tell me. Not because I think you must be obeyed,
exactly, but that it almost aways turns out badly when somebody goes
against you in any way. You really know what you're doing."
I said, "There is more." I said to the father, "What you said, wasn't
the complete reason why you told. It's in your best interest, in
respect to all of us, if you come completely clean. I see my learned
colleague agrees." The shrink nodded. The father struggled, and then
said with a sigh, "Yes. I couldn't resist expressing my pride in being
selected by you for the program, and in how much we, I, have
progressed." I said, "Was that actually the primary reason?" He said,
"I would like to think it wasn't, but I think it might be." I said, "In
my school, and in what I would be teaching you, clarity of mind and
mental control, are critical. Or you could kill yourself and others by
accident. I could tell you something now you might be able to do, but
at your present level of control, it would probably destroy your house.
We just can't have those kinds of conflicts in your mind. Too
dangerous. I know it looks like we're playing around with the aids I
gave you. They do look like toys, but we are working with the very
principles that hold the universe together. We have to be VERY
careful!"
I said, "Please describe your present state of mind, now." He looked
around, and said, "I see. Attack on my pride again. Yes. Shame. Could
kick myself kind of regret. Things like that." I waited. Eventually, he
said, "Alright. A pledge not to do it again. To watch my pride, and
punch it down when I should." I looked at the shrink. He gave a slight
nod. I said, "Self and program assessment. Do you think, objectively,
that who you are now, as opposed to who you were a few minutes ago,
should be back in the program?" He did some thinking, "I'm too close to
the problem. I think yes, but I can't be sure I'm being objective
enough." I said, "If you agree, you're back in the program.
Consequences are for learning, not punishment." He surprised himself by
crying. I went over and hugged him with love. I motioned to the
Director, and the father was dismissed.
The shrink looked at me for approval, and I nodded. He said, "I'm
totally impressed! Months of therapy in a minute!" I said, "It's not
that impressive. Really. I know him better than you do, and I could
feel his emotions very well, and use that to gauge my effectiveness.
And we've done things like this before, and with him. And he had an
extra motivation. An activity he could do with his son." He nodded. The
Director said, "I'm still impressed. He knew what you were doing, and
it still worked." The shrink said, "Yes, and that's what makes it most
remarkable." I said, "For him. Don't forget how hard it was for him,
and he complied voluntarily. The effort in therapy is more on the
patient than the therapist." The shrink said, "Yes, I have to agree."
The Director said, "I expect to be out of here with the next
administration. Has it ever happened that your people were kicked out?"
I said, "It did happen. Three times. Not for long. CIA was more than
happy to host us, but the Directors here never let it get that far." He
grinned. He said, "Had any of us threatened to go public?" I said,
"More than a few. We mentioned the consequences. Didn't happen. I did
that with a Senate committee chairman recently. He's a lot more
friendly now. Hey, those grins are undeserved. He had misunderstood the
kind of person I was, and when he learned what we really do in support
of this country, he changed his mind around. While I can't say he's in
love with me, he sure was a lot more pleasant to me the last time, than
anybody expected."
He said, "Can you tell me what you are doing in your special
project?" I said, "That's a problem. We aren't doing much that is
applicable here. Yet. We are just exploring basic skills. I can't take
them too far too fast. You heard why. If I show you something, will you
keep it to yourselves?" They really agreed to. And they returned my
slight smile with a bigger one. I said, "I had only theory then, when I
showed this experiment to my students." I showed them the big stone
block fountaining skyward. I said, "And it's still going. Your people
may be able to learn that, but on a smaller scale. Yes, I was intending
to lift the block, but under a little better control. Like we used to
lift and ride our broomsticks. Ha! Interesting expressions." They were
still in shock. I said, "A lot of real history is all mythed up." More
interesting expressions. I said, "Hawk liked that one. But not as much
as what I said about it earlier. Want to hear that?" They did, so I
played the video, disguising the faces and voices of Pete and Ivanna.
They laughed well.
The shrink said, "Was that your office?" I said, "One of them, yes. I
see what you mean. It wasn't real to you that I'm actually the boss."
He nodded. I said, "I don't and didn't want to be, but we don't get to
choose. We who know each other to a depth that is impossible for others
to understand, know who is the most qualified for all that we do. At
present, that's me. My hoping that will change, and trying my hardest
to raise my students above me, hasn't changed that. It didn't help that
I've brought to us an entirely new to us branch of psionics that my
father didn't know about, that also helps explain some of the things he
could do that he couldn't explain. And one more thing. I'm the only one
of us now who remembers multiple past lives with total recall.
Sometimes that's useful. Right. I'm the only male of us who has ever
been screwed in the front. Right. Didn't always use a broom." They made
some strange choking sounds.
I ported to Brian's bedroom on schedule. I said, "Show me what you've
got. No, not that!" They laughed. But his father was a little late with
that. He noticed, but didn't say anything. He showed me he could lift
the heavy weight into the air, until he became tired and it fell. I
said, "Right now, touch the cone." He did, and said, "Oh! It's cold.
Why?" I said, "Here it's a little different from my usual students. By
this time they would have almost finished their first college degree,
and it probably would have been in math or physics. But you don't have
that, so I'll have to teach you some academics now. Why are objects hot
and cold?" He didn't know. I said, "Alright. Why does hot air rise?" He
said, "Oh. Molecular motion. The faster they move, the more spread
apart they are. So the air is less dense, and floats above the denser
air." I said, "Good enough to describe the basics of heat. In solid
objects, the molecules can't go far, so it's more of a vibration. Too
much heat, and they have to move more, so the object melts, expanding a
little. Now the energy to lift that metal cone had to come from
Part of it came from the heat in the cone!" I said, "And a little from
the air around it, too. Your PK is doing that. And what it does, you
can control. These two cubes are the same temperature. When I say go, I
want you to feel the blocks all over with your PK, and then will the
heat from one, to transfer to the other, until you can feel the
difference with your hand. Whichever hand you have the most fun with."
They laughed. I said, "This is not an instant process. It could take a
while. Ready? Go."
After two minutes, he felt the blocks, and said, "Wow!" Then his
father felt them, and was amazed. I said in a loud whisper to Brian, "I
think he thought you couldn't do it." We all grinned. I ported in a
part of a door on a stand. It had a standard doorknob lockset. I said,
"Here is a chopped off key. It will try to turn the cylinder, but
because the pins won't be pushed into place, it won't turn it. But now
it's doing it. I moved the pins inside it with my PK. But PK might not
be strong enough to move the pins and the cylinder at the same time. So
this chopped key is handy. In a pinch, a dime might work." His father
said, "Wow! Now we see an important application!" I said, "With the PK
ability Brian has now, if he had proper knowledge of locks, he could
open almost any of the small ones." They both said, "Wow!" I said, "Now
for something strange." Chuckles. I shook my head, and said, "Teachers.
So little respect." Hugs. I said to Brian, "Already?" He laughed. I
said, "Must be a problem with your wrestling." He said, "It is. But I
just live with it." I said, "Would you like me to give you the
knowledge of this lock?" He said, "Give?" I said, "You know about our
crystals?" He said, "Oh.Yes." I said, "Well, I can do it better with my
mind. Oh, I see your doubts. We MAKE the crystals with our minds. And
I'm the best at it." His father said, "He really is the leader of all
of them, because they can sense who is best." Brian said, "Wow! Best on
Earth?" I said, "Aww, do I have to?" They nodded. I said, "Best we know
of in the galaxy. Anyway, want it or not?" He said, "Yes, please." I
said, "You've got it." He said, "I don't feel a thing." I said,
"Something wrong with your hands?" They laughed well.
I said, "Look at the lock, and think of what might be inside it." He
did, and said, "Oh! I do know about it! Dad, you have to get him to
give it to you!" He said, "Please." I said "Done." He said, "Got it!
Amazing!" I said, "Now you have some practicing to do. Keep lifting
practice going, too. I still do it myself. If we ever let this loose in
the FBI, there are going to be conditions. Some agents might refuse."
His father said, "Why, and what are the conditions?" I said, "The why
is for they will know how to injure and kill people in a way that can't
be proved, and the condition is they have to agree to have their minds
examined remotely without notice or detection, at any time. We won't
let them loose without having a way to protect the public from being
abused. We do that to our own people, and I am monitored more than any
other of us all the time, because I'm the most powerful, and the most,
er, entertaining." They grinned. He said, "What would you do if they
abused it?" I said, "First thing is they would lose that ability
forever, and we report it to the Director. If it's really bad, it will
be like the suicide bomb makers." They knew what I meant, and shivered.
I said, "Right. Not fun. Remember, we who do that consequence, feel
what the victim and the bad guy feels, but we take care of our
responsibilities without hesitation. We have fun here in learning it,
but out in the real world, it's not fun and games. It's deadly serious,
literally."
His father said, "Son, he knows. He's done things for us, amazing
things, but very dangerous." Brian said to me, "You would make a great
secret agent!" His father said, "He has." I said, "Secret, though. What
you don't know, you can't spill the beans for. But why people keep
secrets in beans, I'll never know." They laughed. I said to him, "If
your father ever comes home angry or upset, it could be because he lost
an agent. Or some other really bad problem at work. He has a very tough
job. Sending your people into danger, not knowing if you'll ever see
them again, and then telling their families if something happens to
them, that's worse than going out there and dying yourself. But it has
to be done. They are ALL heroes, and deserve our love and respect. And
good sex. Usually, only the bad guys screw with them." That shocked
them into laughter.
They wanted to hug me. I said, "You know where this could lead." They
gave me eager smiles. I said, "You guys must not get out very often."
They laughed, taking off their clothes. I sighed, and did the same. I
said, "So I'm just some kind of a sex object." Brian said, "I hope. Dad
doesn't know about your special sensitivity." I said, "But the best
effect, better than before, is with licking." He said, "We get to feel
it with you directly like last time?" I said, "I suppose. But you might
faint. Oh. You play the drums?" They laughed. Brian actually licked my
nuts, really surprising his father. I had the link going, and we all
squirted hard in seconds. And they did black out for a second. I said,
"Alright for the warmup. When you're ready, we'll make it last longer."
That did it, and I varied the strength of the link, and near the end I
put it up high, and added love stroking. We all had a big fiery
explosion, and squirted like fire hoses. They were out for two seconds.
When they were recovering, I said, "Ever thought of renting out as
firemen?" Weak laughter. I cleaned us up, and said, "I should be going.
Well, I've already been coming!" We laughed, hugged, dodging boners,
and I gathered my clothes, and ported home.
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