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Solomon's Private File #110
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 18 in this story, in the Fall of 2044.
Solomon's Private File #110 "Issues Iran"
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I asked to see the President of Iran, in secret, for an emergency. He
agreed to it. I said, "Your base in Somalia has a problem. Serious
radiation contamination. They seem unable to resolve the problem, and
it's getting worse. I offer my assistance." He said, "If we refuse?" I
said, "Then I won't do anything there, unless it escapes into the
environment. Then I will remove the source of the problem, for the
safety of the world." He said, "If we accept, you won't destroy any of
our facilities?" I said, "I can't promise that, because I don't know
yet what it will take to fix the problem, and how much I can actually
do. I'm not interested in interfering with your government and its, er,
whatever you are doing there. I care about people being injured and
dying, and protecting the environment. I do have a pertinent comment,
though. I wonder if you will be more responsible than American
politicians would be in this matter." He grinned and laughed.
He said, "I too, wonder. Do you wish your action to be public?" I
said, "No, and neither do you." He laughed again. I said, "But it might
become so. Your people there will know, and we all know how much people
like to talk about me. It's like some kind of contagious disease." More
laughter. I said, "May I have your permission, if you accept my help,
to tell them they are not to talk about what happens, because they are
in a secret installation?" He said, "Yes, and I will tell them so, but
is it really a secret?" I said, "Well, I don't plan to tell anybody. Do
the intelligence agencies of the world know about it? Really? A man of
your intelligence?" He looked at me strangely, and said, "I see. They
watch us closely." I said, "Just as you would in their place. Never
underestimate an enemy." He nodded and said, "Please help all you can.
After I tell my people not to try to shoot you." I said, "Thanks. I
don't need that distraction while I'm working." He chuckled.
I said in the air in the base commander's office in Somalia, "I am
Solomon. Your President has told you about my mission. May I port to
your office?" He said, "Please." I did. We shook hands. I said, "I
request that you don't try to kill me until after the problem here is
resolved." He looked really strange. I grinned, and he had to laugh. He
said, "CAN you be killed?" I said, "Not unless I permit it. Try to
touch me." He did, and encountered my shield. He said, "But I touched
your hand before." I said, "My personal shield can be set to work in an
infinite number of ways, including at the skin surface and flexible.
And I have two different kinds of shields I can use. Even if they were
both off, they would react instantly to any threat, faster than a high
power bullet, or a high explosive bomb." He said, "And against
radiation?" I said, "Yes, and just specific kinds, too. Can reflect or
absorb it. Did that on the Moon." He said, "So that's actually true!" I
said, "I am unable to lie. Last year I visited a life form on a far
away planet that eats intense radiation. Shield was very useful there.
She sure wasn't starving during my visit!" He said, "Wow!" I said, "I
hear that a lot."
I said, "Your people know I'll be helping?" He said, "Yes. They would
like to watch." I said, "If with me, they wouldn't see much. Better
they stay out of danger." He said, "You will not tell others what you
see here?" I said, "My people who monitor me will know. We don't plan
to talk about it to anybody else, like usual. But you should know
something. I and my people can see anything we want to in the galaxy,
in real time. BUT WE ARE NOT INTERNATIONAL SPYS IN THIS. We do not
volunteer secrets of others to a government agency, for things that are
not in that country. I've known all about your base here long before
this, but I never told about it." He said, "Does America know what we
do here?" I said, "Depends on what you mean. You know about spy
satellites. They've got the best. Common sense should tell you what you
should know. Never underestimate your enemy." He nodded and said, "I
didn't expect this." I said, "Don't expect, and you won't be
surprised." He said, "Wise." We went to one of the radiation secure
control rooms. I said, "You are using substandard equipment, and less
than perfectly trained personnel. This problem has been long in the
making." He said, "We are not allowed in trade, to acquire what we
need." I said, "True. But to destroy your facility and its people in a
flawed attempt to achieve something that isn't going to be useful
anyway, isn't the wisest thing to do. Doing such a risky thing in
another country, to minimize the danger to your own country, is much
less than minimally honorable." He nodded in acceptance.
He said, "But not useful?" I said, "Anybody who uses an atomic weapon
beyond a safe test, will not do so anonymously. Do you understand what
I mean?" He said, "You will tell the other countries?" I said, "More.
Review what happened to China with the sabotage in Mexico." He said,
"Even if America does it?" I said, "ANY country. All will know who does
it. We don't play favorites." He said, "Do they know?" I said, "Who
knows what politicians really know, and more, what they really believe
of what they know?" He said, "I do understand. We have had some er, odd
ones." We grinned at each other.
I said, "I can do some things, and not some other things. I can
absorb radiation, but I cannot stop it. I tried it once on an empty
astroid. Just a few atoms. That solar system is now unstable." He said,
"Wow!" I said, "I said that, too. So, I must remove all contaminated
material. I think you knew that." He said, "Yes. Could you make
replacements?" I said, "Some, yes, and I will, but exactly the same. I
can't give you improvements to what I oppose on principle. I won't do
that to ANY atomic bomb facility." He said, "I understand." I described
the original problem, and how that escalated. I said, "I'll give you a
full written report after we are finished. I need to have all your men
leave the areas I'll be repairing. There may be some exposure issues
during that, and some airflow. Fast porting and replacement can cause
that." He gave the order. I said, "And some of your people are
suffering from radiation exposure. I'll take care of that, too, later."
He nodded.
I said, "Working now." I did some fast transpositions, including the
air. I told him, "Air has been replaced. Strange smells are NOT my
fault." He smiled. I said, "There were some damaged fuel rods. I had to
remove them. Not enough to interfere with what you were doing, but I'm
not going to replace them. I just don't give atomic material to people.
It's done. There are some naked people now. Couldn't be helped. Some
personal possessions are gone, too. Contaminated. May I have your
permission to do a love and healing broadcast here?" He said in awe,
"You do have it." I did, and was joined for healing. I said, "All
finished. Please make sure it doesn't happen again. Here is the report.
Your President will receive a copy, and a recording of this er,
adventure. I hope he learns something from it." He nodded, unwilling to
agree in words. I gave him a small smile. We shook hands.
The President was still available. I ported to his office. I gave him
the report, some recordings in memory cards, and a crystal. I said, "To
read the crystal, put it to your forehead. It contains all the
information in the other forms, but it gives it to you instantly. It's
one of our teaching methods we use in Tibet. No, it won't influence you
in any other way." He read it, and said, "Wow!" I said, "There is an
axiom; the dishonest see dishonesty in everyone, much more than is
actually there. Said in a different way, the more a person lies, the
more they expect others to do it, even more. Something else. When the
truth hurts, that's when it's most often needed." He had a lot of
interesting reactions to those sayings. Then he said, "Wise. I can't
deny that. Were you the original Solomon?" I said, "Do you deserve to
know?" Another interesting reaction. He said, "I can't say that I do."
I said, "Real truth starts with self honesty." He nodded, with a tear.
I said, "I was." He said, "Thank you!" I said, "Please keep it a
secret." He said, "You keep ours. I must!" I said, "Friend?" I held out
my arms. He stood and came into them for my hug with love. I helped him
to sit, and said, "May OUR one true God always be with you. Farewell."
I ported home.
Mom said, "Wow! You made a friend of an enemy!" Hawk said, after
porting in, "Did you create that problem just to fix it?" I said, "No.
You know I couldn't deliberately hurt people like that. But if I had
been watching, I could have prevented it. Just accident that I thought
to look there and discovered it. Oh, I don't know. Maybe not an
accident. No-mind playing tricks again." They nodded. Galya said, "I
thought you were going to show him you." I said, "Considered. Maybe
next time." She grinned and said, "He's going to have to show the
crystal to the boss Ayatollah, and then talk about your wisdom. They're
going to want you back. You KNEW that!" I said, "Well, if you knew, why
shouldn't I?" I got poked.
A week later the President of Iran tried to contact me, but he didn't
know how. I said in the air in his office, "Greetings. I am Solomon,
the uncontactable. Please leave a message where you don't know, and
I'll return your call before I see it. Oh, like right now." He laughed
really well. He said, "Would you visit?" I showed my projection. I
said, "This an image. I'm doing something else now, that is better done
without clothes." He looked really odd. I said, "I actually have a
life, you know." He said, "Yes. I see. Er, or rather I don't. Arg! You
like doing this to people, don't you!" I said, "Don't complain about
you would do if you could." He laughed and said, "Have you said that
before?" I said, "Yes, many times, and my father did, too." He said,
"Our Grand Ayatollah would like to meet with you." I said, "Why?" He
didn't know how to answer that. I said, "He wants to talk? How about
music? No? Oh, I know, sex!" He made some strange noises. Something
between a laugh, a cough, and something trying to indicate false
outrage. I looked at him with interest. He had to laugh. He said, "I
have to like you!" I said, "You sure won't hear me complaining about
that." He laughed some more.
I said, "You can tell him that my time is limited, and millions of
people want a part if it. And that's just on Earth. So, I have to use
it wisely. I can't go showing up all over the place just for the sake
of people's curiosity or social communications. If there is a good
reason, that will help the world, that has the most priority with me."
He said, "I will pass that on." I said, "If we ever do meet, I hope he
has a sense of humor. He's likely to need it." Chuckles. I pointed and
said, "There's something like a phone. It will only work for you, and
will only contact me. For important things only. Don't try to discover
how it works. You can't, and it will probably stop working then. Or do
something really unusual, that would be more funny to others than to
you." He looked really odd. He said, "Your humor is actually part of
your wisdom!" I said, "Oh no! I've been exposed!" He tried not to laugh
and said, "Yes you are!"
I said, "One more thing that might be of interest. My wife predicted
the Grand Ayatollah would want to meet with me, while telling me I
already knew it. Yes, she's one of my students. My first to become
fully psionic, actually. But we knew we would wed before that." He
said, "Interesting." I said, "Not nearly as interesting as what we're
doing now!" He laughed well. I said, "Here's a recording of this
meeting. Share it at your own risk in private. A warning. I would not
like to be used for political gain. Farewell." Stopped my image. Great
orgasms happened. While we were resting, "I like how you saved the
stinger to the last, so he couldn't deny it." I said, "That's what they
were looking for. Me in a visit they could make public, for purely
political reasons. Now they know if they want me, there has to be
something actually good in it. Want to bet they can't think of anything
I would accept?" She said, "They could, but THEY wouldn't accept it." I
said, "Amended bet." She grinned.
I got a special call. I said by way of answering, "Want to explore,
get a map. Get back to me when you actually want to do it, and I can
help with the arrangements." President of Iran said, "You were
watching?" I said, "No. Logical extrapolation, and bets between my wife
and I." He said with interest, "Who won?" I said, "Complicated. We'll
figure it out later." He chuckled. Call ended. I ported a memory card
to his desk. More chuckles. No calls.
A man walked into my office at the Bureau. I looked at his file. A
former police officer. I said to him, "Please excuse me, I need to make
a call." I did, to the supervisor of Personnel. I said, "I have a male
newly former police officer here, as an applicant." She said, "Same
department as our recent victim applicant?" I said, "Yes. Why?" She
said, "I see what you mean. We need new screening procedures. We
shouldn't be sending up people who are under investigation. Going to
play with him?" I said, "Probably. Thanks for your information." She
said, "I'm sorry." I said, "Me, too. I'll catch up with you later."
While I was doing that I was saying to Mom, "Got a police officer
applicant from the same department as my latest rape victim. Got
anything on him?" She said, "No, he's clean. Left because he didn't
approve. Witness after the fact, though. Heard perp bragging about it.
Turn him?" I said, "Like an undercooked roast." She said, "Go for it!"
We shared love.
I said to the man, "My apologies. We've had some interesting times
with former police applicants. Too many. Some not so good. So, why
former?" He said, "I understand. That's why I'm leaving the force. Too
much bad behavior. Theirs, not mine." I said, "We like people who won't
put up with bad behavior. We like better those who work to stop it. Did
you?" He said, "Oh. That's a problem. We're a small department. No
Internal Affairs. No way to fix the problem without making it worse.
Going public would tear the community apart." I said, "Faster, yes, but
by not doing it, while tearing it apart slowly, it would be much longer
lasting, and more harmful. I think you knew that. Issue courage?" He
said with hung head, "I don't want to think so, but that could be it."
I said, "I understand. It's tough to do that to your own community.
It's also tough to be there, and see victims suffering, and not doing
anything about it." He actually cried. I said, "You could have come to
us. That's one of our jobs." He said, "I actually didn't think of that.
Really stupid of me." I said, "You aren't alone in that. Happens more
than you might think. So, got any new plans?" He sat up straight and
said, "Yes sir, I do! Where do I make the report?" I said, "After we're
done here, I'll direct you to where you can do that. Let's talk some
more. If some officers have to go, that would leave your police
department very short handed." He said, "I see what you mean. But even
the remaining officers wouldn't accept a snitch back on the force with
them. They need to have new officers without a history with them." I
said, "And the stigma might follow you to other departments if you
applied in a new place." He said, "Exactly."
I said, "But working here might not be a real opportunity. We have
too many ex police applicants already. But there is a way to possibly
increase your chances." He said, "I think I see where you're going. I
haven't actually quit yet. They don't know I'm here. You want me to go
back and be undercover for you." I said, "Already you are showing your
worth." He was really not displeased with that. I said, "We are
investigating that department." He said, "Oh! That explains the call."
I said, "They had already eliminated you as a perp. I needed to know
that." He said, "Impressive!" I said, "We try. So, willing?" He said,
"Even without the hiring advantage. It's something I should do.
Actually, I feel much better about this now. I should tell Harris!" I
said, "Heart's in the right place, but you go near her, it's liable to
have a hole right through it. Yes we know of her. After it's all over,
and AFTER we prepare her for your meeting. Got it?" He said, "Yes Sir!
I wouldn't blame her. Rotten deal all around." I said, "We'll make your
application pending." I wrote in it. I said, "Personnel first." We went
there, and to see the head. I said, "Application pending. He's going
under cover for us." She said with admiration, "Good man!" He said,
"Er, thank you ma'am. It's something I should do. But I do hope I can
work here more than ever now. Great operation!" I said, "He hasn't met
our slave drivers yet. Soft whips, though." We grinned all around. She
directed us to the right office. I dropped him off there, and went back
to my office, thinking good thoughts about mysterious ways. Mom said in
my mind, "Amen!"
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