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Solomon's Private File #101
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 Winter of 2043-2044.
Solomon's Private File #101 "More Appointees"
START Page
A man walked into my temporary office in the FBI building. He
immediately said, "I don't like you." I just grinned. He said, "I think
you're an immature blowhard. Your mother does all that's attributed to
you." I kept grinning. He sighed and said, "Not working?" I said,
"Depends on the goal." He said, "I wanted to see if I could make you
angry." I said, "You can, but not by doing anything to me. Want to know
how?" He nodded. I said, "People who hurt children, can make me angry."
He said, "Something I can't do." I said, "Not directly, but
operationally, as a consequence of procedure?" He thought a little, and
then said, "I see what you mean. Political and governmental reality
isn't always in favor of those who can't vote for it." I said, "A minor
insanity. Scandinavian countries have a Cabinet level children's
advocate. Japanese practically worship children." He said, "I'm a
doctor. I like those things. I wish we had them here, but I don't see
our culture ever paying for it, federally." I said, "I agree. State's
rights issue. As if we aren't one nation." He said, "I'm a Democrat.
Save that for the opposition?" I said, "I might, if you tell me why
your opening gambit."
He grinned and said, "I wanted to check your stability. Important we
have somebody with your abilities who is in control of himself." I
said, "So you don't believe what we say, and what's been said about us,
and our known to the public history?" He said, "Seeing is better
believing." I said, "Not really, in this case. You wouldn't have taken
that risk, if you hadn't believed there was practically no risk at
all." He thought a little, and said, "I see it. A real psychologist." I
said, "And as a practicing psychologist, like all, I don't take offense
from insults. We get them all the time. Patients test us a lot that
way." He said, "You actually work?" I said, "Sure do, but not directly
for pay. Half days being a real shrink, in disguise. Other half,
teaching. Some time off both for emergencies. Get the job you're after,
you might come to know more about some of that." He said, "All the more
reason for trying." I said, "So, let's proceed." We did, and there were
no issues. I said, "As a doctor, if you get this job, would you
consider the whole country as your patient?" He said, "I would, yes." I
said, "And me, with my field of action and responsibility, as a
psychologist?" He looked surprised, and said, "The whole world is your
patient! I understand better about what and how you do things. I'm
sorry for how much I misjudged you!" I said, "Don't be. You weren't
malicious. It was because you care. How can I object to that?" He
nodded with not so dry eyes. I hugged him with love before he left.
Approved.
Another man came in. After polite things, he said, "People before me
for approval haven't said a thing about it. Did you tell them not to?"
I said, "I didn't say either way. So, why do you think they kept
silent?" He thought a little, and said, "Because nothing significant
happened?" I said with a grin, "Oh, thanks a lot." He looked a little
confused, and then he laughed. He said, "I see what you mean. Sorry. It
would still want to say something." I said, "Maybe not. This isn't
going public yet. They might not want to risk mentioning it, for fear
they might not have been approved." He said, "Oh. I didn't think of
that." We proceeded. He left. I said in the report: Not approved for
high level, or anything requiring a security clearance. Lack of
intelligence and forethought. A well meaning nice guy, but will
innocently say damaging things out of turn, and feel hurt by the
negative reaction.
A woman came in. We did polite things. She said, "You've been
watching me?" I said, "No, not exactly. An automatic process in an
independent non recording mind partition, programmed to trigger an
alarm for dangerous situations involving weapons, explosives, poisons,
and active violence. Doesn't violate your privacy, otherwise. So, it's
said, "No thanks!" I grinned back. We did the tests. She said,
"Interesting. I didn't know there would be psychological tests." I
said, "For the past political approvals the public knows about, they
were general things. This setup is more like a job interview situation,
I being asked to do it for your ultimate boss." She nodded and said, "I
understand." I said with a smile, "I would expect a good Federal Judge
to ask about procedures." She smiled back. I said, "There is an issue
that is normally outside the scope of this interview, which was why I
was asked to do this, what any good psychologist could do." She said,
"I wondered about that. Something involving your special abilities?"
I said, "Tests are good indicators of the subject. But add in my
Something in the test I responded to emotionally, alerted you to
something for further exploration." I said, "I have to say I love your
intelligence. I see so little of that, usually." She chuckled, while
trying to thank me. I said, "Vetting isn't in the scope of what I'm
doing here, but it can come up when I notice something that can cause
problems." She said, "I understand now." I said, "I'm not just a
shrink, but also clergy. If you request, we can go to double privileged
private communication now." She said, "I so request." I said, "Done.
You were sexually assaulted on the job." She said, "Well done! Yes. I
didn't report it for obvious reasons." I said, "I understand. Is the
man still around?" She said, "Yes, and is a Federal Appeals Judge." She
told me his name. I said, "Think he might try a false reverse Anita
Hill on you?" She said, "He claiming I assaulted HIM?" I said,
"Opposite political affiliations, and is not known for playing nice.
Get in the first lick, for better credibility. Possibility?" She
thought a little, and said, "I wouldn't rule it out, the bastard." I
said, "There are various strategies that come to mind, for different
eventualities involving this." She said, "I know. I have to decide who
I tell, and if I want to make any of it public. Doing any of that could
ruin my career." I said, "If it does, he will wish, ineffectively,
that's all that happens to HIM." She gave me a fierce grin.
I said, "Aside from THAT reaction, you still aren't fully recovered
from what happened." She said, "I thought I was, but I have to agree.
I'm not. I still want parts of him fried." I said, "Ouch!" She said,
"Oh. Sorry. Sensitive subject." I looked down, and said, "Yes!" She
chuckled. I said, "And that's why we're discussing this. If it goes
public, you WILL be personally hurt by it, and it WILL affect your job
personally, and in the eyes of the public. All because you haven't let
go of the anger, and all the other negative emotions. Closure will do
that a little. We know what will make that happen. Wait! There are
other means of having him justly punished, that won't bring up your
involvement. Do you think you were his only victim?" She said, "Almost
certainly there were others. How will you locate them?" I said, "Time
research on him. Already done. Not a nice list. Some were settled. Some
weren't reported. One was, and dismissed because she wouldn't testify.
I sent all that information to my mother. I knew she would want to do
the work. You wouldn't want her to be angry with me, would you?" She
said with a smile, "No. I actually feel better. I KNOW she WILL make it
happen!" I said, "Enough to pity him a little?" She hesitated. I said,
"Awe, come on." She sighed and said, "Yes I do, knowing about your
mother, but just a little." I said, "Therapy working?" She said, a
little surprised, "Yes, actually. You're pretty good!" I said, "Er,
thanks. Mom doesn't know it's on your behalf, officially, because I
blocked her monitoring when we went privileged, but you know she
strongly suspects. Oh, and she has a doctorate in psychology. We all
do." She said, "If it helps, you can share this with her. Actually, I
think I would like that." I said, "Agree to a personal visit?" She
nodded in awe.
Mom ported in, and they hugged. She said, "Going to almost fry him!
Got to get back to work. Good job as always, Sol." She ported away. I
said, "I give her these things not just for the victims." She nodded,
still in awe, and said, "You're a good son." I said, "In our group, we
ALL know how it is to be different, a minority, picked on, abused,
resented, feared, even hated. More than just normally, we feel for
others who have experienced that." We hugged with some tears. I said,
"I won't include any of this subject in what goes forward. Can't.
Privileged. It will be up to you what you want to tell the people who
would be doing any vetting. No, I can't advise on that, because I don't
know them, and I don't know who you will be when that could happen. You
are undergoing a change now, which isn't complete. For the better, of
course." We hugged again before she left.
A woman came in, and I said, "I've heard a copy of your evaluation
interview here." She got up to leave. I said, "Why are you leaving?"
She said, "You already know about me in the negative. Why go against
that?" I said, "Why, is because you are not now the same person. Or are
you?" She hesitated, and then sat back down. I said, "You don't seem to
know much about me that's real. I always give second chances, even to
the worst criminals. Not that you are a criminal. Do you think your
false impression is because you believe your own manipulation?" She
thought a little, and then said in a whisper, "Wow!" I nodded. She
said, "I thought I was working at being sincere, instead of what you
said." I said, "The better to fool the public. But at what personal
price?" She nodded. I said, "And the price others around you have to
pay for that." She was a little shocked. I said, "Being responsible for
making the people you work for into liars and incompetent employers, in
your zeal for doing what you CAN, rather than what you SHOULD, sure
doesn't show much loyalty." She cried, and said, "I've been a fool." I
said, "Good. First step toward not being one, is realizing it. We can
all do foolish things at times, but BEING a fool, is not accepting
that."
She stared at me in awe, and said, "You really ARE wise!" I said,
"Let's keep this about you, not me. Now is your chance to tell the
White House why they should hire you, or not some other person, for the
job that, frankly, I don't think should exist." She said, "I understand
both points. Second one is something such an honest person as you are
would think, and for good reasons. But the opposition isn't as
honorable. Fighting fire with fire is the usual way we go, but from you
I get the impression the new administration wants to take the high
road." I said, "But with obvious loosely sheathed claws." She grinned
delightedly and said, "Wow! That's wonderful! In the clear reality of
the position that we seldom get, and the description. Can I use that
with my team if I get the job?" I said, "Yes, if you don't link it to
me." She said, "I understand more. NOTHING gets linked to you, even
said about you, without your permission." I said, "A test. Tell me
why." She thought for a while, and said, "I see it now. A babysitter
isn't good for us. We shouldn't depend on you to fix all our problems.
And if the public thought you were running the country, that would be
very bad. You manage your public presence brilliantly, now that I think
of it. I should assume you do much more to help behind the scenes, that
would have to stop if it became public." I said, "Right on the nose." I
fingered mine, and she laughed. I said, "And no lies about me or my
group. I would have to appose that in public." She nodded, and said,
"Absolutely!"
I said, "In your occupation, secrets are weapons to be used with
little regard for the consequences. But working for the most powerful
responsibility!" I said, "More. You will have to take outright refusal,
and even loathsome condemnation, from your boss, with a smile, and not
hysterics. A VERY high pressure position." She had some interesting
reactions to that, that I studied with obvious interest. She caught
that, and chuckled. She said, "I deserve that. I understand. I've
learned from my mistakes." I said, "Tell me your opinion on this. For
this position, should the person who has learned from her mistakes, get
the job, or the person who has yet to make those mistakes? Who would
YOU hire?" Her eyes went wide, and said, "Until you said that, I would
have gone with the second one. That's amazing! So I actually have a
chance?" She cried. I said, "Crying is alright here, even beneficial,
but on the job, that doesn't garner all that much respect, even from
other women." She looked at me strangely, "This isn't just an
evaluation. You're actually counseling me as if I would be hired." I
said, "Not exactly as you assume. As if you want to be hired by
anybody. Or from my point of view, to be a better person. I'm a shrink.
That's what I do. Actually, I couldn't stop doing it even if I wanted
to. And I hope I never do want to." She looked at me in awe, and said,
"The whole world is your patient, isn't it." I said, "This one, and a
lot of others."
She said, "Even if I'm not hired this time, I think I won't have a
problem finding a job now, thanks to you. I don't know how to thank you
enough." I said, "Here's how. Be a good person. Help people. That's
it." She nodded with another tear. She said, "I should go apologize to
the psychologist here. He deserves that. He was right." I grinned. She
said, "I didn't say anything." She said, "Am I wrong?" I said, "I'm not
saying that, either." She nodded in awareness and said, "Another test."
I said, "All of life is a test. That's what it's for. Sometimes I've
been known to help that along a little, in a good way, which might not
seem so at the time." She said, "I can well believe THAT!" I said,
"Well, we're finished here. One last thing. Should I put on what I
forward about this, that I helped you to improve?" She thought that
over, and said, "Yes. If they're smart, that will make them hire me,
and one more important thing. It's true." I said, "I don't think I have
to tell you, you passed that test, but I thought you'd like to hear me
say it, anyway." She nodded with some tears. I left my desk to hug her.
When she was able to leave, I said, "I think you're going to need to
drink more liquids today, to make up for this." She didn't quite
succeed in chuckling, but tried, as she was leaving.
I put in her approval, "We had met before. I started her improvement
then, with more than a little resistance, and this time, I finished it,
to full success. She has learned things the hard way, that few in her
profession would consider necessary, which really are. I now highly
recommend her for the position." That, and my other reviews, earned me
a lot of good thanks. Then the President Elect asked to meet with me in
secret again. He said, "In regard to these approvals, I don't know what
we would have done without you!" I said with a smile, "Yes we do." He
chuckled. He said, "I didn't expect to read your reports, but I was
advised to by those who saw them. Wow!" I said, "Not what you
expected?" He said, "Not at all, but I must say, it was quite an
education!" I said, "And for my victims, as well. A lot of the
interviews turned into counseling sessions. Right. Privileged. A
question. Are you going to make public that I'm doing approvals for
you?" He said, "That's what I was going to ask you about. Did this ever
happen before for Presidential hires?" I said, "Never." He said, "I
think all Presidents should ask for it, if you're willing. To encourage
it to happen, we should make it public that you're doing it." I said,
"I agree, but after you assume office, and after most of your new hires
are official. And you should be very careful to say that many people
who were approved, weren't hired because there were multiple
applicants." He said, "Good idea. Don't make them feel stigmatized." I
said, "Good rule is never make an enemy carelessly. Only do it with
full intent, and only when you need to." He nodded, and said, "Wise.
Learned the hard way?" I said, "In past lives, not at all often
enough." He laughed.
Mom said in her hug, "I love what you're doing. Were your shrink
cadre watching?" I said, "Like a hawk, er, was." We chuckled. She said,
"We've got that rapist by the balls, and we're squeezing hard. He's
drafting resignation papers. He even tried to hide assets." I said,
"Needed incontinence protection?" She grinned and said, "Actually, he
did." I grinned, and then said, "Men just don't understand how it's
really like for a woman to be raped. But that can be fixed." She said,
two, an educational opportunity for others." She said, "I'll work on
that. No, not you. You've already suffered that in past lives." I said,
"But they're dead, and past being embarrassed. They're already in my
memory. Would be bad to be in yours." She said, "Isolated partition,
and remote manipulation, and erased?" I said, "Here are some crystals,
indexed with summaries. Do NOT suffer needlessly, or I'll remove them
from you all ways. Yes, even against your will, as they were mine to
give." She said, "Even to your own mother?" I said, "Yes." She said, "A
real leader. Mine. Boss. Tough to get used to, who I changed diapers
for, but I will, and like it." We hugged and kissed with a lot of love.
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