Solomon's Private File #96
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 #96 "New Adult"
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My watch on the Bureau grabbed my attention. I called the guard
station at the main entrance and said who I was, my bureau identity,
and the name of the man I was interested in, who was about to enter,
and, "I want him, no matter what he says, in a perp examination room,
but politely. He's not a perp, but a highly valuable potential asset.
Got it?" He said, "Yes sir! Should I inform anybody?" I said, "Awkward.
I don't know which Department will have the strongest and noisiest
claim. Better let me figure that out first." He tried not to laugh, and
said, "Yes sir, I'll take care of it." I said "Thanks."
After the guard left him in the room, I used my museum image to open
the door, and walked in. He recognized me immediately. I said, "I am
almost Solomon." He said, "I am Mahmud. Almost?" I said, "This is an
image. I'm teaching a class in my school at the moment." He said, "They
are fortunate to have you." I said, "Sometimes they say that. Other
this room, and why I'm here. I have a watch on the main entrance to
this building. I noticed how unusual you are. I asked the guard to put
you here, so we could talk." He said, "And they agreed?" I said, "We've
worked together on some things in the past. There is trust. I didn't
give them a reason." He said, "That's interesting. Did you have this
watch when the suicide bomber was killed here?" I said, "I did." He
said, "Then he wasn't killed. You would not allow that for anything you
are involved in." I said with a grin, "Correct." He grinned back, and
said, "I like this!"
He said, "But you could have asked me to wait, and then come in
person." I said, "No, I would not meet with you in person this first
time, for your protection." He said, "I am confused." I said, "You have
exceptional mind talents, that are just about to become fully realized.
Were you to come into my presence, that would happen all at once, and
your being unprepared for that, could have been very bad for you. At
the very least, seriously disturbing, and you could have assumed you
were being attacked." He said, "Wow!" I said, "We hear that a lot." He
chuckled. I said, "So, to start, why are you visiting the FBI?" He
said, "They would agree to have me tell you something they would want
to keep secret?" I said, "I have already informed the Director. He has
never refused me anything." He grinned and said, "I can understand
that! I have uncovered a terrorist plot. You might be surprised, but
it's not from Muslims, but from those who are called militia." I said,
"If you were going for surprise, you would have to try MUCH harder." He
chuckled.
I said, "That was your only reason for coming here?" He said, "I must
think you know of the other reason. To seek employment." I said, "In
what capacity?" He said, "As a special agent." I said, "An alternate
capacity?" He said, "Middle East Analyst." I said, "That is possible."
He said, "Not the agent position, because I'm Muslim?" I said, "No,
because you're psionic. You would find it too painful to be in the
presence of criminals for very long." He said, "You would know this. I
accept your reason." I said, "You are not the first in this situation.
There was a Christian Fundamentalist who applied years ago. My father
treated him the same, with a projection here." He said, "I know of him!
Was his name Eli?" I said, "Is. Yes. He is working in Tibet, and still
loving it. And we have other Muslims in our group, too. I see a
question you are wanting to ask, but are afraid of whatever the answer
might be. The answer today is not one you imagine. You know, I really
like doing that." He laughed well.
He said, "You are different in person, than on the television. I have
to like you as a person." I said, "Because I AM a person." He said, "I
see this more. You say other things, more important things, in what you
say, to cause people to think." I nodded. I said, "You are here first
to give information. We should start that, before we discuss what would
distract your thinking from that task. Do you agree?" He said, "I do."
I said, "There are different ways this can be done. You can talk to the
relevant agents. But they will not be able to see what you saw. Or I
can copy all the relevant information from your mind, and put it in a
readable medium, so they can see all of it, and even pass it around.
No, I would not include personal information." He said, "Were you
reading my mind?" I said, "I'm disappointed in you. Reason it out." He
thought, and said, "I apologize. If you had, you wouldn't have needed
to ask. And your ethics would have forbidden you from doing that to
somebody who is not a criminal." I said, "All correct. Choice?" He
said, "Mind reading, please." I said, after porting a crystal and a
memory card to the table, "Done." He said, "I didn't feel a thing!" I
said, "Well, friendliness wouldn't be too bad." He laughed.
I said, "Now that I'm involved with the issue, I might get more
involved, but I'll discuss that with the Director, later." I ported the
things to his desk, and said, "After he reviews the information. Yes,
I've been talking to him with another image. And yes, he knows very
well how to say wow." He grinned. I said, "He would like to thank you
to the Director's office. My image inside ended when he went into the
office, and I went in with him. I said, "I'll be outside." I went out,
and stopped the image. The sec didn't bat an eyelid, having seen that
many times. When he came out, he was looking very proud. I popped my
image into view, grinning. He laughed. We went back to the perp room.
I said, "First things first. Well, if they were second things, they
wouldn't be first." He grinned and said, "Now I know it's really you."
I sighed, and he laughed. I said, "You need to have your psionics
stabilized, or you could have some unpleasant surprises. No, I won't be
doing that for you. It needs to be done in person, and I am way too
powerful for your er, comfort. I recommend you go to people who
specialize in that. In the Buddhist Temple. The past Abbot was my
father's first student to become an Adept. The current Abbot is my
student in these matters. If you do this, and after they instruct you
in the basic things you need to know about your abilities, you can ask
them to contact me, if you want to go further with such things." He
said, "Should I do this now?" I said, "I highly recommend it, or you
could become ill. Actually, you still might. When you first see the
Abbot, the shock to your senses might cause you to faint. No, there
won't be any damage. You can go at any time you choose, or I can port
you there now." He said, "I ask you to port me." I said, "Wise. When
you say. I should tell you one more thing. We will not meet in person
for at least a week. I'm just too powerful. You will understand more of
that very soon." He nodded, and said he was ready. I ported him.
A week later, I met him in the Temple, with an image. He said, "This
apartment. Is it yours?" I said, "It was my father's in his two Stephen
incarnations, for special situations. It's still set aside for our
use." He nodded and said, "I have learned more than I thought possible
here. They said there could be much more." I said, "Could be, yes. You
have desires?" He said, "I do, but I don't know if I should pursue
them." I waited. He sighed, and said, "Is it possible that I could join
your group?" I said, "We don't just learn things. We use that
knowledge, and our talents, to help people. All kinds of people. Even
people who you might not think are people. I just helped one who was
mostly a plant, on a very far away planet." I cupped my ear, and he
gave it the obligatory wow. I nodded acceptance, and he chuckled. I
said, "You would not have been involved with that. It would only
communicate with an equal, and that was, in its opinion, just er, me.
Oh, I had neglected to tell my people that part. Some have just given
me impolite noises in my mind." He laughed.
He said, "I like helping people." I said, "I know. We have our own
society, which is based on our abilities. For instance, we who see
without eyes inside and out, all around us, don't bother to wear
clothes when we don't need to. They don't cover anything for us, and
interfere with real hugs. We treat all genders, sexual orientations,
religious affiliations, ethnic and national origins, equally. That's
right, men and women are equal, and naked. Still, that part is
voluntary, but you wouldn't really want to be the only one in the room
with clothes on." He said, "And you all kiss each other." I said, "Also
voluntary. But you know the reality of that. Want to know more that
could shock you?" He said with a smile, "No, but please." I said, "With
the love we have and share, none of us want to sleep alone. And until
we are at least 18, it's only with the same gender. And in sex, we
don't go all the way in our homes, younger than 18." He said, "But you
do mutual masturbation." I said, "Either that, or poke each other all
night." He laughed. I said, "We who can have any thing we want, don't
want things. We have only one way to celebrate. With ourselves. Our
group parties are wild! Psionics can really enhance fun things, too.
Right. All work isn't healthy, and we are the healthiest humans who
have ever existed." He said, "Wow!" I said, "We say that, too, after we
recover." He chuckled.
I said, "That's the good stuff. Now the bad stuff. We begin training
at age ten. The mind at that age is less filled with negative things,
and is more receptive to our mind management training methods, which
are necessary to have full control of our advanced abilities, such as
porting." He was thoughtful, and said, "I remember what Eli said in the
shows he was in. He could not advance as far as somebody who began
training in childhood." I said, "That's true. He still learned a lot,
though. We are all equal before God, but not compared to each other. At
the moment, I am the best. That means all the others are not as good as
I am. And there are degrees in abilities and power, and in wisdom, too,
for all of them. Would you be able to accept that you will not be as
good as the majority of them?" He said, "Would I be able to port?" I
said, "I don't know, but Eli can do it. Took time, though." He said, "I
can accept it." I said, "One more thing. I will not be teaching you.
I'm just too powerful. The person who would be managing your education
and training is the head of our school on Earth. And a woman." He said,
"I understand. This is a sink or swim situation for my possible
prejudices." I said, "Not deliberately, but the same as it would be for
anybody in this situation with us. Her assistant is also too powerful
to teach you, even though he is much younger." He said, "If you are
trying to frighten me away, you are instead enticing me with this
extremely unusual experience. A real adventure!" I said, "And you will
work harder than you will ever believe is possible." He grinned.
I said, "We can't lie, but we can be very deceptive. Not now. I'm
being as honest with you as possible, in your frame of reference." He
said, "I know that. But you still haven't shown me what you really look
like." I said, "There is an issue with that, that's peculiar to
Muslims. If I reveal myself to you all the way, it could be very
distracting to you, when you should most avoid that. No, I'm not ugly."
He grinned and said, "I'll accept that. Your wisdom is well known." Mom
said in the air, "Think about it. We who are more intelligent and wise
than practically the whole galaxy, feel the same way about him." I
said, "Oh, Mom!" He laughed really well. When he was ready, I ported
him to Ivanna's office.
I said to the Director, "Would you like me to do something
interesting to those militia people?" He said, "What do you have in
mind?" I said, "I was thinking. They aren't really serious. It's mostly
just macho noise, and they aren't doing anything illegal yet. How about
I do something like this." I projected an image of a rifle in the air,
and then tied its barrel into an interesting knot. I said, "Different
for each one, too. Handguns, I would do something similar." He grinned,
and said, "Think they would guess who did it?" I said, "Might. Won't
make much difference. They will know they've been discovered. Could
make them rethink their er, prospects." He said, "Possibly. Go ahead.
If you do it in front of them, can I watch?" I said, "You old voyeur."
He chuckled. I said, "Only one is near a rifle, but he isn't looking at
it. I'll jiggle it. Oh, he's looking now. Here it goes." I made the end
of the barrel move around like it was an elephant's trunk. Then I made
it suck on itself. The Director laughed. The perp's eyes were bulging
out. Then I made it roll up very neatly, and stabilized it. The man ran
outside, yelling. He told all who would listen to him, but they didn't
believe him. He dragged one inside to show him, and he saw it, and
said, "Wow!" With some added bad words. He went out and told the
others, and they all went inside to look, and they made similar noises.
One said, "We better check our own rifles." They went to their trucks
and homes, and in front of their eyes, I made the weapons do similar
things, but creatively. One I split the end into strips, and then wove
them into a whip. One had fat lips and a tongue. One I made into a hand
with an impolite finger. Their handguns, I fused the parts together,
and distorted them, and made the grips a pretty pink.
They all got together and compared notes. One started laughing
loudly. Eventually, he said, "We've been warned. You know what I mean.
Solomon and his wacky humor. He could have had us arrested, but he did
this instead. Gotta love him!" After some thought, they agreed with
him. They decided not to start an armed rebellion with interesting
works of art. The Director said, "I wonder if they'll try to sell
them." I said, "I don't know, and I don't care. I'm finished with
them."
I said, "Personal to you. Still want to stay on?" He said, "I do.
Can't call the election, though. Opinion?" I said, "It's all mixed up,
and I'm to blame. They're having to run on actual issues." He chuckled.
I said, "Neither of the presidential candidates are bad people. The
Conservative is being caught in a lot of inaccuracies and
misrepresentations, but his base doesn't care about that. But he's not
being as mean as they want. The Liberal speaks well in person, but not
well to groups, and is genuinely nice, but his promises are more like
cotton candy. All taste and little substance. Independents will decide,
like usual, and they're not called that for nothing. We won't know
until they get on the job, but the way it looks now, Congress will rule
the Presidency. If they can actually DO anything. That means your
possible replacement could have trouble being ratified for years,
anyway. A good reason not to try." He said, "Who do you want?" I said,
"It's more of who I don't want, and that's anybody who wants the job.
That's in general. In specific, I want somebody who won't interfere
with me." He said, "Predictable." I said, "Problem is I can't tell them
I want you to stay on, until after they take the Oath of Office." He
nodded and said, "And they might have already promised it to somebody
er, else." I said, "Weren't you going to say less qualified?" He said
with a grin, "Yes, I admit it." I said, "By experience, you are. We'll
just have to see if that means anything in politics."
Mahmud came to see me in my school office. I got up and we hugged,
and sat in the informal area. He said in awe, "I understand more of why
you used your image with me. Your aura is almost blinding. And your
personal power is almost overwhelming." I said, "I usually have to hold
all that in. Not fun. About the aura, though, it's a problem. Non
psionic people can see mine now, if I don't block their vision of it. A
recent er, expansion." He said, "I see a reason for your disguises.
Your eye color is unusual." I said, "Second life I've had it. First one
was with the same name." He said, "Oh! So it's true!" I nodded. He
said, "The baby?" I said, "They all ask that! It wasn't mine!" He
laughed. He said, "I didn't realize I would need to study academics and
martial arts." I said, "We need to understand the science of what we
do, and we need to be healthy, and in control of our minds. I hear good
things about you, but you also have the same problem Eli had. If we
help too much, they would come to depend on us too much, and even
demand more. And with the legal system, we would be sued all over. If
we opposed the law, we would lose all trust." He said, "I saw that
discussed in the TV shows, but it didn't seem real to me until I came
here. Your embarrassment in public is more in support of limiting what
they know of what you do, than your personal feelings." I said, "Yes."
I said, "Want to know what I did with the information you provided?"
He grinned and said, "Definitely! Please." I said, "Upon investigation,
it was determined that they were mostly talk. Here is what I did, and
after that, you can tell me why, and if it accomplished anything." I
showed it to him, up to the last reaction to the modifications. He
laughed at times. He said, "I think they should have guessed you did
it. The why, I know, but they might not; a warning." I said, "Analysis.
Did they think it was me? Did they think it was a warning, and if so,
did they heed it?" He said, "My answer wouldn't be fair. My belief that
you would not fail in your goals with them, would influence my
thinking." I said, "Do you think that was the correct answer?" He
grinned, and in awe said, "I do now." I said, "With who you were before
you came to us, would you have been able to think as well as you have
been here with me today?" He felt some surprise, and said, "I wouldn't
have!" I said, "Yes, your intelligence has increased, and so has the
clarity of your thinking, and your ability to watch it happen. You are
progressing VERY well. I'm impressed, and I love it, and you." He was
overwhelmed with emotion and cried. I hugged him with love.
I said, "Don't worry about that. Happens often to my family. A Monk
in Tibet actually squirted in my father's hug." He said with a grin,
"And Eli?" I said, "Well, that didn't stop there." He said, "He
struggled with it?" I said, "Yes. Like you. No worries. All up to you.
Never any force. But for your own peace of mind around us, you should
give that some exercise to help keep it more under control." He said,
"Your marriage customs?" I said, "We share ourselves. Marriage doesn't
change that, but the decisions of committed couples are respected.
Those who marry, do it for children. And there are some group marriages
in fact, if not in legality. My parents were like that. Hawk is bi, and
was in love with my father, who couldn't choose between Hawk and my
Mom. No, Dad wasn't gay, but orientation doesn't mean very much to us.
We have too much love, to want to restrict any expression of it." He
said, "I didn't expect to understand and accept that, but I feel all
the love here, and so I think I will in time." I said, "Good. Have you
met Hassan?" He said, "I have, and we have prayed together. A wonderful
man!" I said, "He was a member of my father's personal action team.
That means he was one of our best." He said, "Do you have your own?" I
said, "I do, by default. Of all our Adepts who have been raised by
Adepts, and of those who are born from my Dad's sperm, I am the oldest,
and so are best able to understand them and their abilities. Those form
my action teams. What you have learned of PK is my own contribution,
from my ancestry and how I was raised." He said, "I was told that.
Amazing!" I said with a grin, "I can't disagree with that, myself." I
showed him the results of the gun mods, and he nodded without surprise.
We hugged with love, and I got poked with it again. He laughed.
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