Xref: news.nzbot.com alt.fan.prettyboy:20602
Path: news.nzbot.com!spool1.sonic-news.com!pull-news.sonic-news.com!news.astraweb.com!border5.newsrouter.astraweb.com!not-for-mail
Subject: +*+*+*+ Solomon's Private File #60 "Witch Wood is Which" +*+*+*+
Date: Sat, 18 Jul 2015 02:35:37 -0400
From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
Newsgroups: alt.fan.prettyboy
Reply-To: +Grant.
Organization: .
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1
Content-transfer-encoding: 8bit
X-No-Archive: yes
Lines: 252
Message-ID: <55a9f3ba$0$54546$c3e8da3$fdf4f6af@news.astraweb.com>
NNTP-Posting-Host: 0668f17b.news.astraweb.com
X-Trace: DXC=H[`JKb:RS8kMm1IZKF?@MbL?0kYOcDh@jMSF`UCn<>Eb[99VPc`e^bal9B_G1R=S=g^lHNm]a^`df1o7Mdg9nhYd6oNEFilJ_Bn`TFZ4@5LO:a
Solomon's Private File #60
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 #60 "Witch Wood is Which"
START Page
I ported to Brian's bedroom. His father was there. We hugged. Brain
said, "I don't know what to say." I said, "Well, that was something you
said." He looked odd. I said, "Yep, I did hear it, and well, too. Er,
got any more words? Come on, I know you do. Heard them before." He
noticed his father was trying to hide a grin, and looked a question at
him. His father said, "The past is over. Today is today. We're used to
that with him. And that he'll play with you if you don't accept that."
I said, "Oh, I'm SO exposed!" Brian just shook his head in wonder. He
said, "I have to say something. You can do so many amazing things. More
kinds of things than I can imagine, but most of the time when other
people who could and would use them, you don't. I don't understand." I
said, "You will. Don't worry about it. Ready for the next lesson? If
you're not, we can do it later. Can't do it earlier, because that time
has gone by already." He noticed his father grinning again. He said,
"We get that from him all the time." Brian said to him, "How do you
handle it?" I obviously looked at his zipper, and they had to laugh. I
said, "Ready?" They were, so I ported us to the same place on Allguard.
The fire was burning. I made a fireball. I said to Brian, "Take it
away from me." I could feel him try. After a while I let him do it. I
said, "Good. Now I'm going to try to take it away from YOU. Resist!" I
did, gently at first, and then stronger. Then I took it completely
away. He tried to get it back. We did that back and forth for a while.
I said, "Enough." I vanished it. I said, "Tell me why we did that." He
said, "I get it. An enemy might be able to use PK, and might want to
fight. Oh, in that control room!" I said "Yes. He did try. He wasn't as
strong as you, but he could have defeated you, because he was more
experienced, and knew more of what he could do. And then you wouldn't
have a leg to stand on, being defeated. I know. That feels toerible."
He growled and his father laughed. Brian said, "Have you ever been
defeated in your past lives?" I said, "I sure have! Sometimes that was
a good thing." He said, "Did you and your father ever fight each other
in your lives?" I said, "Yes we did, and sometimes we recognized each
other from previous lives. I usually lost." He said, "Wow!" I said,
"That wasn't exactly what I said then." Chuckles. He said, "I have to
know. Who was the bad guy?" His father said, "Brain! That's not
something you should ask!" I said, "True, but I'll tell you anyway. Me.
Or those people who's memories I have, if you want to think of it that
way. I'll tell you something more, something not even all of my people
know. That's why God made me his son this time. Growing up in that
family, that had more love than ever was in all history, was bound to
make me be on the right side this time. Firmly! And for all time to
come." They nodded in awe.
I ported in a block of wood. I said, "What is heat?" He said, "In
material things, the movement of molecules, or their vibrations." I
said, "Yes. You have the ability to influence that." His father could
obviously see what was coming. I said, "Ordinarily, molecular motion is
random. What if you wanted it to be all in one direction?" He said, "I
can do that?" I said, "Yes. This block. Choose a small area on the top,
and with your PK, will the molecules in that area to move only up when
I say so. If the block doesn't move, select a larger area. The goal is
to make it hover. Ready? Go!" The block jerked a little a few times,
and then it rose in the air. A few seconds later it fell down. I said,
"Tell me why it fell." He said, "Used up the energy in the molecules?"
I said, "Yes. Do it again, and make it stay until I say let go." He
thought first. I nodded approval. The block moved up. After two
minutes, I said, "Let go. Now tell me what you did." He said, "I used
energy from the fire." I said, "You could have made a salamander for
that, too, and used any kind of available energy." He said, "I
understand. What if I wanted ALL the molecules in the block to move in
the same direction?"
I said, "Now we do that over there." We walked. I said, "Examine this
BB with your PK. I put it in this tube. Do NOT stand behind it. Or too
close to the side. See those water filled cans? That's what we're
aiming to hit. When I say fire, make all the molecules in that BB go
all in one direction at those cans. Ready? Fire!" There was a crack
sound, and the cans jumped and exploded. He said, "Wow!" I said, "Yep,
that sure does qualify." I said, "That went 12k before it fell to the
ground. See any problems with this trick?" He said, "I do! It means I
really shouldn't try it. Hard to aim, and it doesn't stop for a long
time. No telling what it would break or kill on the way." I said, "If
we had done this in your bedroom?" He said, "Wow!" I said, "How many
molecules you can influence that way, depends on the power of your PK.
For your information, this is the demonstration I did for your father.
He asked to try it. And succeeded." He said another "Wow!" Then he had
some tears and said, "You trusted me with this?" I said, while poking
him, "Ah, er, obviously."
I said, "Now, want an application that uses a lot of your new
abilities at the same time?" He said, "I can't say no to that!" I said,
"But can you say yes?" I got poked. I said, "First, we'll try them
separately. You can project illusions outside of you. What about around
you?" He said, "Like a disguise?" I said, "Yes. But with this battery
I said, "I'll project to in front of you what it looks like, for your
reference." I made myself look like Pinocchio, and said, "Not this one.
Of course my nose doesn't grow because I don't lie, but I CAN get a
woody." They laughed loudly. He made his nose grow bigger. I said, "I
nose you would do that!" He laughed, and it vanished. He said, "You did
that on purpose!" I said, "Sure did. You know why." His father said,
"That would take a lot of control to use on the job." I said, "Right.
Don't, if your life depends on it. Make yourself look like a witch." He
did well. I said, "Let that rest now." I ported a broom to me. He said,
"On no!" I said, "Oh yes!" His father was really grinning. I said, "You
don't really want to use a chair for this, even though you can in an
emergency. You would have to use the molecules in the seat, to balance
it. That means you'll get a very cold butt. And if you add too much
energy under your butt, well, you might be making some unusual noises
after that." They grinned and nodded. I said, "But the broom stick is
long. You can have two active areas on it, in front and in back of you,
and that also makes it easier to control. But if you travel too far
you keep it in front of you, it can light your way in the dark." He
said in awe, "Wow! They really must have flown this way." I said, "I
did."
He said, "You were a witch!" I said, "Sure was. A lonely one. Broom
handle was, well, let's say I was quite romantic with it." They laughed
loudly. I said, projecting the image, "Here's my last class on this
technique." I showed them the kids playing tag in the air, to more
wows. I said, "You know what to do now. I suggest you practice with the
broom when you aren't on it for a while, first." He did that, and it
went all over. After a while, his control got better. Then he gingerly
sat on it, and it lifted under control. I said, "Don't worry too much.
I won't let you get hurt. Er, too much." He gave me the finger. I
wouldn't let it bend after that. He said, "Alright. I get the hint. I
apologize." I nodded, and he could bend it again. His father nodded,
trying to hide his grin. He and the broom moved around a little. I
said, "If you lean forward in a crouch, you will have less air
resistance, and can go faster with less energy use, but I don't
recommend that position if you plan to squirt soon after." He grinned
and said, "I'll try to remember that." He did fly faster, though, and
in control. I said, "Add a disguise now." He did, but not well, which
he knew. I said, "That's enough now." He came back to the ground. He
said, "Saddle and stirrups would help." I said, "Right, but we're
saddled with this broom here, so you won't stirrup more trouble than
you can er, handle." Loud groans mixed with chuckles.
I said, "That flying class I showed you, was actually the last class
in the PK course." He said in surprise, "We're done?" I said, "Unless
you're half baked." He tackled me, and tried to wrestle me on the
ground. I resisted, and he couldn't move me. Then I stood with him on
top of me, and held him over my head. I said, "Using only muscle
power." He said, "Wow!" I said, "Does that mean, 'Put me down', in some
strange language?" They laughed. I put him down anyway. He said,
"You're strong!" I said, "Yes. We train VERY hard. Well, that, too."
They laughed.
I said, "There are other applications of PK. Endless, probably, but
we didn't need to do them all. Only the ones what will show you the
skills you need for you to USE your PK. All you need now is just
practice, and some of that, doing more than one thing at a time. Oh,
and one more thing. You might get to show off to some government
people. We'll have to have a lot of bowls to catch the eyes that might
pop out of their heads." Chuckles. I said, "The Director of the FBI,
first. Then he will decide who else should see it. If you want, you can
do more practicing here for a while, while your father and I have a
talk." He nodded and did that, with the broom. I called out to him,
"Part of my mind will still be on your safety." He said, "Thanks!"
I said to his father, "So, what do you think?" He said, "How many
agents do we have who would be at his level?" I said, "In the general
population, for your level, about one in twenty. For Brian, about one
in a hundred. For a little higher, I know of only three who are special
agents." He said, "More than I thought. Why aren't more people doing
these things?" I said, "First, you have to think of them. Second, you
have to learn the techniques in the proper order to learn them in a
reasonable time. They build on each other, and you have to practice to
build strength. Third, knowing the science involved is VERY helpful,
and last, an expert teacher is VERY useful. Critical, actually, for a
student to survive this far." He said, "Oh! I see. Thanks. I'll give
him my report. I wonder if he'll believe me." I said, "Me, too. Here
are some videos." I gave him a memory card.
After a while, I called Brain to me, and said, "While we're here in
this planet, want to see my house?" They really did. I ported us to in
front of the big mansion that Dad built. I said, "We use this planet
for Adept things galaxy wide. None of them were as powerful as the
least of us then, and needed a little bit of persuasion to accept that.
Sometimes looking to impress actually works with small minds." They
nodded. I said, "All of these kinds of things were built for meetings
and such things. None of us need much of anything, usually." We went
in, and they looked all around in awe. I said, "My father made this.
All of it, including the art. But this isn't the first version of this
house. His last modification was to make it much bigger so he could put
a big pipe organ in it. Here is the music room." They said, "Wow!" I
said, "We heard them say that, only after he finished playing. Kinda
loud." Brian said, "How loud?" I said, "What?" They laughed. His father
said, "Can you play any of these instruments?" I said, "Yes, some. I
severely disappointed Chad that I didn't have much interest in doing
that." We walked some more. I said, "Here's one of the gyms. I work out
for at least two hours a day, usually in the early morning." We walked
some more. I said, "Here's the pool room. We like swimming." They had a
lot of wows for how beautiful everything was. Brian said, "What is this
soft area for?" I said, "I expect you'll find out shortly. Want to have
a swim?" They did. We stripped and dove into the pool. Brian said,
"Want to race?" I said, "That wouldn't be fair. I can beat everybody on
the planet. In fact, any land dwelling being we know of, actually." He
said, "Show me!" In less than a second, I was standing on the other
side of the pool.
He said, "How did you do that?" I said, "Very well, thank you." He
growled while his father laughed. I swam back. I said, "I used the
dolphin stroke. Here, I'll do it in the air to show you. I floated up
in the air, prone, and wiggled my body. Then I went back down into the
water. I said, "It takes a LOT of strength, and very fast reflexes to
avoid hitting anything. Only those in my group can do it usefully for
any distance without getting too tired." He said, "What about the
regular strokes?" I said, "I do them best, also. All in my group can
beat the best in history in practically any human activity. We train
VERY hard. Want to try the jet area?" We went to that corner of the
pool, and the walls came up, and the bubbles started. I said, "Here's
an art form my Dad invented." I made people out of water in the middle
of the pool. They played and had fun. Then from different corners, they
all ran to the center and into each other and made a big splash. He
said, "Wow!" I said, "PK can be used for art, too." He tried to do
something, but it didn't work well. I said, "Now you have something
else to play with in the bathroom." He laughed and splashed me. His
father laughed, too. I said, "I see you are ready to find out what the
soft area is for." They grinned. We got out. I said, "The blue lights
are cleaning stations. Also dries." We went through them, and then to
the soft area, and had some great orgasms. I cleaned them up after
that, and ported them home. I went home, too.
Mom said, "They're going to miss the lessons." Hawk said, "And the
squirting." I said, "Brian will find things to show me. New things to
use PK on." He said, "No doubt. Trust him?" I said, "Personally, yes.
Operationally, no. Constant watch on his PK." Mom said, "I knew you
would." I said, "Already had one." They laughed, and we hugged and
kissed with love.
END Page
--
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Grant
|
|