Solomon's Private File #95
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 17 in this story, in the Fall of 2043.
Solomon's Private File #95 "Galactics"
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Ichi and Daren asked me to a conference. Ichi said, "Your S Kid
explorers have found a species with an unusual tech." Daren said, "We
want your fresh perspective." I said, "Where?" He pushed the location
at me. I said, "So fresh, I can't say it's rotten, but to live with
that, well, it seems a little extreme. 20% chance of turning to mush
every time they use a matter transmitter, and they use them
nonchalantly all the time!" He said, "Think of any improvements?" I
said, "Not much, in the way they do it. Just cleaning the electricity.
Gives about 1% better odds. They wouldn't justify the expense. Wait,
there's something else. They ignore the missing as if they never lived.
That's one way of coping, but the mental gymnastics involved in that,
causes a much higher rate of serious mental illnesses. They would
reject any improvement as being unnecessary, because they blind
themselves to the problem. Their economy is geared to the transmitters.
Millions of them would die if we did a health broadcast and cured them.
All we can do is prevent them from exporting the problem to other
worlds."
I said, "Hmm, there is a woman who knows of the problem, and has
tried to tell people. They think she's insane. Incurable and confined
to her home. I think I'll pay her a visit." I said in her language, in
the air, "I am Solomon. I am not of your planet and species. I mean you
no harm. I ask your permission for a visit and discussion. I will hear
you if you speak, and if you ask me not to communicate with you, I will
stop." She said, "Please visit." My image appeared. I said, "I'm using
an image of me, because my species is not compatible with your
environment." She said, "You look something like us, but how
different?" I said, "We breathe oxygen, not chorine. There are other
chemical dietary differences. My species and yours are very similar in
brain function and social capability. Very different in the common
versions of mental illnesses, though."
She said, "I am considered to be insane." I said, "Your culture uses
societal criteria more than they should for that determination, instead
of efficient brain function and clarity of reason." She said, "In real
science, I am not insane?" I said, "You are correct. Not even in need
of counseling, but for your situation induced frustration. But you
already knew this." She cried blue tears. She said, "It does help to
have confirmation. You obviously are more advanced than we are. Can you
help us?" I said, "How would you propose that?" She said, "Can you make
the matter transmitters more safe?" I said, "Only by one percent, using
your technology." She said, "But with your technology?" I said, "My
group, separate from our species, does not need to use material means
to teleport. I am speaking to you by using my mind to vibrate the air
in your room, from across the galaxy in real time." She said, "Wow!" I
said, "We hear that a lot." She grinned.
She said, "Can you teach that to us?" I said, "No. It is an inborn
talent that requires a lot of training to use. Your people do not yet
have that ability. In time they will, but they wouldn't be able to
learn to use it in their present state of mental illness. Part of the
training requires and creates a clear mind, free of all mental defects,
in order to fully control the talent. One wouldn't want to accidentally
port only part of one's body, and to an unsafe environment." She said,
"I understand. More frustration." I said, "Would you like to create
some of that in the others? Oh, my associates are VERY curious about
what I have in mind." She laughed and said, "So am I! But associates?"
I said, "They were exploring, and encountered your people, and asked my
advice. I am about to cause them some 'Why didn't I think of that'
feelings." She laughed. I said, "That's not what they are doing." She
laughed some more.
I said, "We will only do this if you approve. Each time a person dies
using a transporter, signs will appear in the air and in offices, and
in transporter stations, announcing that, and who, which will last for
days, and will last for years on and in their houses. And they will
include the percentage of it happening. And there will be permanent
warning signs in the stations. These they can't remove. What do you
think?" She said, "Wow!" I said, "I was hoping for something a little
more interesting from you." She laughed, and said, "I like you humor."
I said, "Er, thanks. My question?" She said, "I wonder how long they
can keep ignoring the deaths with all that happening." I said, "That's
the point. Saturate their mental condition until reality has to break
through. This kind of therapy is risky, but this case is already
extreme. The other option is to remove all the transmitters. That would
create a sudden disaster. Instead, we hope to create a gradual change.
As the sole sane person who is aware of this problem, our ethics
requires us to ask if you approve of this method of treatment, as their
de facto guardian." She was very serious and said, "I do approve of
this method of treatment, speaking for my people who are not able to
understand this rationally." I said, "Thank you. I should tell you,
because your views are known, they may suspect that you are causing the
treatment. They may abuse you, in their frustrating search for an
answer." She said, "I understood that. I accept the risk, and what
might happen to me. They are my people who are dying. I have to help in
any way I can." I said, "One of us will be monitoring the situation at
times. Well, it's a big galaxy. We'll contact you again if we see
something that requires it, if we can."
I said, "The virtual mechanisms are in place and active. The signs
are now appearing. People are noticing and wondering. Already those in
charge are becoming a little uncomfortable. Er, some are embarrassing
themselves." She laughed really well. I said, "It's even on the news.
I'll leave you to watch that. Farewell." I said to the group, "So?"
Daren said, "You do it all the time. Psychology is your weapon, tactic,
and strategy. We just don't think along those lines like you do. It's
simple to us, only after you do it. Still, NOTHING is going to ever
beat you looking for your lost pet." They laughed, and we all hugged
and kissed each other, and that led to a great sexplay party. While we
were resting, I said, "I have to agree. Great pet, too." Chuckles.
Daren came to me and said in shielded contact, "We found something
unusual. I singular life form. Peculiar twists in space around it. Can
sense 4th viewpoints to about ten kay. Refuses all contact, but no
sense of danger or ill will." He pointed me to the planet. I said, "I
can feel his presences even from across the system. Only intelligent
life form. He can't feel me. I'm blocking. Time diving." Then Daren
jumped and said out loud, "What did you do!" I said out loud, "I tried
what she did, and blocked all mind contact. Obviously worked. She can
see into other dimensions, and has been doing it for about 90,000
years. Going to take a LONG while to make sense of all that. I'm going
to visit."
I ported to beside her, on a planet that was light in gravity and
air, but heavy in heat and radiation from the sun it closely orbited.
My personal shield was set to protect me, which I noticed her noticing.
I projected my amused awareness of that to her, a gigantic jumble of
stationary animal and plant matter, and she couldn't help responding
with some amusement of her own. She said in mindtalk, "You are a
complicated entity." I said, "And you are not exactly a rock." More
shared amusement. She said, "I see you have physically been to other
dimensions. The first I know of from this dimension." I said, "It's
been interesting. To me, YOU are interesting. Are there others of you?"
She said, "There were, a long time ago, but there are none now." I
said, "Could there be so again?" She said, "I have lost the ability to
reproduce. And if I did have the ability, were I to do so, I would lose
all my memory and intelligence. The curse of my species." I said, "I
understand. There are possibilities. Would you like me to explore
them?" She said, "All thinking is useful." I said, "If you had wishes,
regardless of degree of possibility, what would they be?" She said, "I
would like my species to be restored." I said, "But the young would eat
you." She said, "I am aware of that. It's how we transfer knowledge
from one generation to another. Part of me, including a fragment of my
awareness, will exist in all who taste me. Then I will be truly
fulfilled."
I said, "Some wishes are well desired as wishes, but when the reality
of them becomes actual, that desire often disappears." She said, "You
are wise. From this discourse, I assume you can actually do this." I
said, "Yes, but only after some advice from the Supreme Power." She
said, "Wow!" I said, "I hear that a lot." We shared amusement. I said,
"Being able to do something, and fully understanding the consequences
of it, are not the same. For that, I would seek advice." She said, "If
you were do do this, all my knowledge will be unavailable for a long
time. My people mature slowly." I said, "That can be archived." She
said, "You will do this, to preserve it for the future of all,
dispensing it when it is wise?" I said, "I will." She said, "Is this
conversation proceeding as you planned?" I said, "Yes." We shared
amusement. She said, "I have longed to meet an intellectual equal. Now
I have. I love you." We shared our love. She said, "I agree to your
proposal."
I said, "I will now ask for contact." I reached, and it was Dad who
joined us. He gave us love, and me a message package. Then he was gone.
She said, "Wow! That was amazing! The actual Supreme Being!" I said, "A
part, yes. My father is that part. Yes, and other wow is close to
erupting." We shared intense amusement. I unwrapped the message
package, and let her witness that. More wows. She said, "You have
abilities that I do not understand. I feel a large amount of amazement
that it could be so. I am humbled." I said, "Occasional bouts of
humility are good for us. I am ready to proceed." She said, "This is
more complicated than I had imagined. The whole ecosystem must be
changed." I said, "Yes. And in a step by step way. I can't stay here
for thousands of years and do that, so I will create a programmed
will need to take a part of me, to construct the seeds." I said, "Yes.
I do not create life, only modify it to create different genders here.
I see you are ready. The process has started. That big white cube you
see there, is the device. It is shielded, and that can only be
penetrated by your descendants when they no longer need it to help them
to survive and prosper. Here is how you may add your knowledge to it,
for them to acquire at that time."
She said, "This is more than I could have hoped for!" I said, "I try
to do good work. Which is now done for this time. You know how to
contact me when you want to." She said, "I wish to give you all my
knowledge." I said, "Thank you, but I should tell you I already have
it. Necessary research to understand your problem." She said, "I didn't
feel a thing!" We shared amusement and a lot of love.
Back on Earth, I said to Daren in shielded contact, "This is an S Kid
only matter. The whole thing. She wanted kids. I asked Dad for help.
With that, I set up the process. In a few thousand years, there will be
more of her species populating her planet, but she will not exist. They
will eat her, and so absorb part of her knowledge and mind." He said,
"Wow!" I said, "She said that a lot. Now I need to go and straighten
out my mind." He hugged and kissed me with love. I ported to a strange
dimension where I could be alone, and reordered my mind. I integrated
some separate knowledge, and isolated some other. I built more shielded
mind partitions, and some new double shielded and interconnected
partitions to handle the dimensional knowledge. I said to my stone,
"Comments?" He said, "You have a VERY interesting life!" I said with
amusement, "I take it that's not a complaint?" He said with amusement,
"Correct. You know things now only the Originators knew." I said, "I
know. And know it's not for sharing. I also know it will go with me
after this, my last life, is over." He said, "Yes. You know who I am
now." I said, "Yes. A Godseed. An Originator." He said, "One form of
them, yes." I said, "Been busy." He laughed.
I ported back to Daren. He said, "Wow! Your aura! It's gigantic!" I
said, "I wonder what it ate." He laughed, and we hugged and kissed with
love. He knew I had gone way beyond him, and knew not to make a fuss
about it. It was the same at home, when I ported there. A lot of
restrained amazement. Mom did say, "Last life?" I said, "Right. No
hurry, though. A test. I'm going to visit Sharon, and see if she can
see my aura. Need to know that, before I go out in the world." She
nodded. I did that. I said to Sharon, "You're staring at me." She said,
"Like your father before he died, I can see your aura. No! I don't want
you to die!" I hugged her and said, "Different this time. I'm not going
to die for a long time. Alright now?" She nodded and wiped her tears. I
said, "I need your help. I'm going to try and see if I can prevent non
psionic people from seeing my aura. Tell me if I succeed?" She nodded.
I tried some things, and she said after a while, "There! It went out."
I said, "Thanks." She said, "Your father couldn't do that." I said, "He
didn't really need to, so he didn't try. I do and did." She said, "But
could he if he had wanted to?" I said, "Switching jobs now? World has
enough tabloid reporters." She chuckled.
At the Bureau, there were expressions of awe from the kids again.
When there were were no applicants present, I made some giant winged
pickles fly around the Department. There were some expressions of
amusement, and things went back to normal. Normal for us, which isn't
really normal at all. That's not a bad thing.
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