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Date: Wed, 15 Jul 2015 18:17:30 -0400
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Solomon's Private File #59
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 #59 "Drones"
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I was with a client in my FBI office, when my I made my intercom
buzz. I picked up the handset, and then put it down. I said to the
applicant, "I've been called away. Please take your file to the
receptionist, and ask to be assigned to another interviewer." He
nodded. We both went out. I went to the Director's office. I had
already told him I was going there and why. His sec waved me in. His
assistant had just arrived before I did. I said without preamble,
"Drones in the air. Multiple targets, in multiple cities and military
installations. I followed the transmissions to the controllers, and
from their minds I have the whole group. Multinational terrorist group.
Time very sensitive. I can coordinate with Homeland faster, directly.
Permission?" He said, "Whatever you think you should do, go ahead. You
know we want to be informed, but that's secondary." I said, "Here's the
info on paper. Same at Homeland, and I'm talking to them via personal
projection. Want the info mind to mind? Like a crystal, but better." He
said, "Yes, both of us." I did that and they said, "Wow!" I said, "What
Homeland said. They are alerting sister agencies in the various
locations to prepare to act on signal. No way are they going to hurt
the Pentagon with that little bitty bomb. And really not now. Oh oh!
Got anthrax in it. New. Don't worry, be happy." They looked at me
oddly. I winked at them. I said, "I told the Pent about which of their
installations are under attack. They told them to do nothing, that I
would take care of it there. Oh, that's really bad language!" They
laughed loudly.
I said, "They figured a simultaneous across the nation attack would
be too much for us to handle, even if we suspected it would happen. I
don't know if I can express how much I will like their surprise when
they find out they figured wrong. Some targets had their drones bounce
off already. Oh, by the way, I'm recording all this for evidence. I
have the fallen drones shielded until the responsible pickup teams
arrive to take them. The boss of the operation is in a house in
Maryland. Oh boy was he STUPID. Prevailing winds would have blown some
anthrax beasties his way. He should have checked the weather. Want to
watch me tell him that?" They both yelled, "Yes!" I had to grin at
them. I projected what I was doing. I walked my museum disguise image
up to the front door. It wasn't locked. I went inside, and they were
sitting around some remote controlled monitors. I said in Arabic,
"Hello. Fancy equipment you've got there." They were REALLY surprised.
The leader said, "What are you doing here?" I said, "I thought that was
very plain to see. I'm talking to you. You know, you should REALLY have
checked the weather." He said, "Er, what do you mean?" I said, "Strong
winds can carry anthrax spoors VERY far. Yes, you are in the path." He
said, "Thank you for the warning!" They got up to leave in a hurry.
I said, "What's your hurry?" He said, "We have to leave right away!"
I said, "True. But not right now. Let's wait for some of my friends to
arrive." He said, "Friends? What friends?" I said, "Homeland Security,
that's who." He said "You're not one of us?" I said, "Of humanity, I
am. A terrorist, I am not." He said, "But we will all die! Anthrax
doesn't care about friends or enemies." I said, "That's true, as far as
it goes. But I'm not letting your drones explode. I won't let any
spores free. Nobody will be infected by anthrax." He said, "Who are
you?" I said, "Excuse me a minute." I said to one of the men, "You had
some interesting abilities. Your attempt to harm another with them has
given me justification to remove them from you. I will not permit that
anywhere in this galaxy. I am Solomon." Their surprise turned to
dejection.
While we waited for HS to arrive, I said, "This was foolish. If any
part of your plan had succeeded, the whole world would have condemned
you, and America would have bombed your people to bloody bits in
retaliation. How can you justify causing such harm to your own people
by your acts?" He said, "I hadn't thought of it just that way. But if
you are correct, it would have caused what was left of our people to
attack you more." I said, "Compounding an error is not the most
intelligent thing to do. America, good or bad, is just too big and
powerful to defeat, no matter the attack. In fact, that would make them
so insanely vicious, by the end of it, practically all of your people
would be dead. And many other nations would approve, out of fear you
would do the same to them. You think America is weak and divided. That
is true, until there is a good reason not to be so. That was proved in
the Second World War. America stayed out of it until the Japanese
attacked Hawaii. You should know what happened to them after that.
NEVER underestimate your opponent, especially when he is attacked in
his own home." He thought some, and said, "So this was a bad idea." I
said, "Like an ocean is small." He said, "I knew you were wise. I
didn't know you cared about us to help us understand this." I said
softly, "I care about everybody. I love all. Unfortunately, you have
committed a serious crime, but nobody was injured directly. Well, can
you be blamed for a police officer falling on some stairs to show his
friends how afraid he was?"
He had to smile. He said, "You are not angry with us?" I said, "I am.
You would have killed innocent CHILDREN! You would have caused a world
wide horror. The suffering and death of millions of people, including
your own. How can any civilized person be happy with that? But I still
love you. I can still be concerned for you, and what you have done that
will affect your lives so negatively. I do not like helping that to
take place, but I have a duty to humanity." He said, "I'm sorry to have
distressed you, but tell me. We have guns. Are you not concerned we
would harm you?" I said, "I can't be killed against my will. I think
you knew that." He nodded. I said, "And I'm not here in body. This is a
projected image. I have more images in all the other locations of your
operations, and in the offices of law enforcement, informing them of
what is happening. But I do note with approval that you have, with the
exception of one of you, not tried to harm me." He said, "Could he
have?" I said, "Not my image, no. If I were here in person, not then,
either. I am many orders of magnitude greater in ability than he is.
Was. HS will be arriving in a few minutes. All but one of their
vehicles. I hope they have more skill with their weapons than that one
did with his driving." They laughed.
I said, "Even when you have less than nothing, you can still have two
things. Your God. And your humor. May it always be so." They all nodded
with respect. I said, "Will you surrender peacefully?" He said, "We
will." He ordered his men to put all their weapons in a pile. I
motioned to two of them, who then looked embarrassed. They put their
knives in the pile. I said, "I know how much they mean to you and your
family. Would you allow me to give your knives to them, for you?" They
had flowing tears, and said, "Lord! If you would, you will have our
undying gratitude." I said, "I am not a Lord. I do this because there
is no reason not to. And a good reason to do it. Family is important.
They are in safe keeping now, so the government won''t take them. After
this is finished, I will deliver them. It will be done. You know I do
not lie." They bowed to me, which I returned.
HS broke down the door and rushed into the house with guns drawn. I
said, "Hold!" One said, "You're all under arrest! You, too." I said,
"You will hold. These people surrendered peacefully, to ME. In that
pile is all their weapons here." He said, "Up against that wall! Move!"
The perps did that. I didn't. He said to me, "Move, or I shoot!" I
said, "That wouldn't do you any good. This is just an image. I have one
in all their staging areas. I am he who told your people about all
this, and stopped the drones. I am Solomon." He said, "I don't care who
you are, Move!" He tried to push me, and his hand went right through my
image. One of his men said to him, "Sir, I recognize him from the the
shows on cable. It's really him. Son of Stephen." He said to me, "Prove
it!" I said, "Alright, but after you tell me who is second in command
of your er, group." He said, "Now!" One man signaled that he was
second. I nodded to him. I ported the commander, naked, to HS HQ. That
his clothes and equipment were then on the floor in front of me, told
them something of what happened. I said, "That badass is showing it to
the Secretary now, with written on his front a note that he tried to
arrest my image." They tried not to grin and laugh. Same for the
prisoners.
I said, "These are MY prisoners. I will let you have them when I am
satisfied as to their care. Is that understood?" He said, "Yes sir!" I
said, "They realize they made a mistake. Several of them, and not just
for being caught. They have NOT injured or killed anybody. Their
punishment will be according to the law, as established by the court,
and not by law enforcement. Is that clear?" He said with more respect,
"Yes sir. They do not resist, they will be treated fairly." I said, "I
certify they have no unnatural weapons with them." He said,
"Unnatural?" I said, "Well, I don't know how sharp their teeth are. Ha!
They're showing them to you!" Chuckles on both sides. I said, "A
reminder. You are all human beings." They all nodded to me. Things went
well after that. And in all the other control centers, mostly the same.
It was well into the next morning before all the stations and drones
were secure and safe.
I was asked to attend a very high level meeting. The President said,
"The public has to be told something. We can't avoid that. Too much was
noticed." The Director of the FBI said, "I recommend, with his
approval, showing what Solomon did at the drone center in Maryland." He
said, "I saw that. Incredible! And moving. The whole world should see
that." I said, "Embarrassing me is NOT a good way to get my loving
cooperation." Chuckles. He said, "Please." I said, "I'll help out, but
MY way. Making too much of me is NOT good for America and the world.
You shouldn't depend on me to fix all your problems that you cause
yourself. I'll tell what I did, and why, and then you can show the
recording. You, and the rest of you, don't talk about me. We do NOT
want people to know we actually help the government a lot." He said, "I
understand. Ticklish issue. They are bound to ask. I'll have to say
that you requested us to leave you alone and not make a big fuss about
it." I said, "Being the truth, it's not a bad thing at all. You know I
wouldn't ask you to lie. Er, don't you?" More chuckles.
We held the news conference at the White House. The President spoke
first. He said, "There was an attempted terrorist attack. It didn't
succeed. No one was injured or killed, and no property was damaged.
Miniature drones with bombs and anthrax were sent to attack specific
locations. Solomon will tell you the rest." I moved to the mic, and
said, "Some time ago I had a premonition of a terrorist attack
involving miniature drones with bombs. That was all I knew. So, I
watched for them. As soon as they took to the air, I noticed them, and
followed their radio transmissions back to their controllers. I told
government agencies about the problem, and what I was going to do about
it. They agreed to let me handle it. Well, they knew I was going to,
anyway." Some chuckles. I said, "I let the drones fly to their targets,
who had been warned not to interfere, so we could use that for evidence
of their intentions. I made them safe. Then I sent images of me to
their control centers to have a little talk with the people there,
while we waited for the very informed and eager authorities to arrive
to arrest them. You will be shown a recording of one of those
situations, with included translations. Well, they asked for it, not
caring at all about my embarrassment." More chuckles. I said, "Before I
go, I want to say something. I really dislike loud noises. Bombs do
that. Please don't. Try talking. Lips don't usually explode. If we all
treat people like we would like to be treated, we wouldn't need to use
bombs to communicate for us." I had some tears. I said, "Don't ask me
about this issue again. Be well. May God be with you." I ported home,
to hugs and kisses.
We watched what happened with the playback of what happened. The
press reacted as expected with emotions and wows. Then the questions.
One of them was, "Do you know where the anthrax came from?" Pres said,
"Solomon told us where the anthrax came from. He said he removed all
the rest they had. No, we are not releasing where that is at this
time." Another one was, "Does Solomon work for you?" The Pres grinned
and said, "Solomon does what he wants, when and how he wants to. I
think you all know that. You know he doesn't use money. We couldn't
hire him if we wanted to. We are grateful for any help he gives us.
Well, some of us. That naked agent, not so much." Laughter.
I walked up to a door to a modest home in Yemen. A woman answered my
knock. She bowed and said, "Lord, we were expecting you. Please enter."
I did. Her husband was there, and a young son. We sat. I said, "You
know then, what happened." The father said, "Yes, Lord, we were
informed, but we had already seen him on the television with you." I
said, "I am unhappy for what happened. And I am very unhappy for you,
his family, that he might not return home for a long time." He said,
"It will be as Allah wills." I said, "I apologize, but I must disagree.
Men have willed this, not Allah. He has given us free will. We choose
our own fate in part, with those others who also make choices that
affect us. To man is that responsibility, that cause, and the
responsibility for choosing wisely. There are always consequences, in
this life, or after. Often, too late do we understand that. Then there
is pain." With my tears, I gave him the knife. He took it with his own
tears. He said, "Please accept my heart of gratitude. We have seen your
wisdom and caring on the television. What you have said here should not
be only for this house. May I ask that you give this to the television,
also?" I said, "Everybody wants to embarrass me!" He tried not to
smile. His younger son didn't try that hard.
I stood and said, "I have other deliveries to make." They all stood.
I offered to hug them, and they came to me. The other deliveries were
much the same. I asked to see the Pres of CNN. He agreed. I said, "I
delivered the knives. You should know something about that. While it's
strange to us, their special knives are part of their manhood in Yemen.
Something like being sacred. That's why I returned the knives to their
families. One family asked me to put a recording of that delivery on
the television. Something about sharing my er, wisdom. For them, which
is so little I can do for them, after I took their son away from them,
I request it. Thank you. Here it is. And here is a recording of what I
just said here. Please." I bowed and ported home. More hugs and kisses.
Both recordings went on the air a few minutes later. There was almost
no comment about them. Good.
Back at the office, there was a somber feeling. For me. I received
hugs, but not many words. One of the secs made a call. Her feelings
indicated it was about me. I listened. A few minutes later, the former
bathroom bomber came into my office. We sat together. He said, "I am
sorry for your pain." I said with a half smile, "Me, too." He gave a
half smile in return. I said, "Did I ever tell you I was born with
super hearing? A genetic mutation that's been in my family for many
generations. I can't turn it off without becoming deaf. I heard the
call to you. Conspiracy?" He tried not to grin, and said, "If you want
to call it that, yes." I said, "I want." His smile broke out. I said,
"Too much of that, I might receive too much notice, forcing me out." He
said, "I understand. I'll try to be careful." We hugged, and he left.
A client came in. He said, "I have to ask. Was the FBI involved with
the drone attack?" I said, "I can assure you the FBI didn't attack
anybody with explosive drones." He said, "But..." Then he noticed my
smile. He said, "I understand. You couldn't tell me even if you knew."
I said, "Well said." He really liked that. The rest of the interview
went well, and he was approved. Naturally, I was being watched. I felt
the mood in the office lighten right away. All was back to normal.
Well, norman for us, whatever that is.
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