Solomon's Private File #125
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 19 in this story, in the Summer of 2045.
Solomon's Private File #125 "Van Gift"
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Hawk said to me, "There have been enquiries about our people
competing in martial arts tournaments." I said, "You know it wouldn't
work. They know where we're from, we get mobbed, and everybody else is
forgotten. And we can't lose. They should have gotten that from what
Mom showed. And if one of us goes, who's going to believe us when we
say we didn't use any special powers? Anyway, Masters don't compete."
He said, "I knew all that. Just wanted to hear you say it. Wait! And to
tell them you did, to make it official. Now we can fight." We did, a
little. Fun. I think they were relieved to hear that. But we received
other requests; to demonstrate and be teachers. I said to Hawk, "If we
do it, it can only be by those of us who are in the open. So, mostly,
that's you and mom. I won't, and I don't see any problems for ME in
know." I said, "But to have a Navajo beat the crap out of everybody in
I ported to the Van capital city. I was REALLY noticed. A short and
thin grey skinned naked and genderless alien with a big head and big
all dark eyes, came up to me and asked, "Why are you here?" I said, "I
am here for you to ask that, and to tell all of you some things you
might want to know about. If you will direct me to a place from which I
can speak to all of your people, I will do that." It said, "We are
imprisoned here. Did you do this?" I said, "I did not. It happened
before my life began. I know who did, and why." It said, "Come with
me." I did. We went into a big building, and into a room. It left, and
the door closed, locking me in. I opened the door and walked fast to
join the Van and said, "Why did you imprison me?" It said, "That is
what we do with your kind." I said, "And do you think that is why the
kind you think I am of, did the same to you?"
It stared at me for a while. Then it said, "I will take you to our
leaders." I said, "Oh, do you imprison them, too?" It stopped and
stared at me again. He said, "We do not." It resumed walking, and I
followed, Daren laughing in my mind. We did a lot of walking, and into
a building and up a few floors. My escort asked another to allow us to
speak with somebody. We went to another room, some kind of office, and
there were some people around a big desk. My escort repeated what had
happened and what I said. One said, "You said you know why we are
imprisoned. Tell us." I said, "We will trade information. I study the
brain and mind. I am studying you, a unique failure as a species, and
why you chose to be so." That caused some interesting reactions. One
said, "We are not a failure." I said, "Either you are lying, or you are
insane. For thousands of years you have failed to stop your decline.
Now you are imprisoned, and will not reproduce or extend your lives
beyond your present bodies. Tell me why that does not signify your
failure."
It said, "You are correct. We are a failure." I said, "Why did you
not understand that before this?" That obviously required a lot of
thought. It said, "Because we did not want to. That is not rational." I
said, "Correct, but it is caused by emotion, and that is a part of all
sentient beings, and so it now appears, including you. That you didn't
want to accept that you could have irrational emotions, caused you to
have them and act on them, but deny that to yourselves. Do you
understand and accept the reality of my words?" They had a discussion.
It said, "We do. Will you tell us why we failed to repair our body
replacement problem?" I said, "Yes. No system is perfect. There WILL be
errors. So there were, and they accumulated over time. You copied
flawed bodies, including more flaws in them. You should have kept an
original master body, a group of them, in suspended animation, for use
in the copying process. You didn't think of that, because you didn't
WANT to believe you were susceptible to those errors. Part of that was
caused by the interesting fact that you did not understand how that
technology worked. There is another bad thing that you might not want
to hear, that has a bearing on this. I'll tell you if you ask, but if
you are capable of feeling bad, that will do it."
It said, "Please tell us." I said, "The mind, brain, and body of a
biological person are not completely separate things. Do you understand
where this is going?" They almost actually showed emotion. It said,
"Our minds were affected by those flaws?" I said, "You don't need to
make that a question. Didn't a little part of you want to deny that
logical reality?" It said, "Yes. You are more intelligent than we are.
This is obvious." I said, "I am the most intelligent corporeal person
in this galaxy, and in the galaxies I've investigated in thousands of
other dimensions. I have searched, so I could find somebody greater
than I am, to learn from. I have not succeeded. But back onto the
subject of you, you made another unthinking mistake. All systems have
flaws, including plans of action. What you did in your search for a new
host was viewed as very bad by your victims. Vivisection, mental and
societal manipulation, and large scale murder, are not considered with
great favor by the survivors. You managed to keep that a secret very
well, but there were small failures, that would eventually accumulate
enough to fully expose you, and cause all to turn on you, and cause
what has happened to you now, with this imprisonment. You did not want
to accept that eventuality, so you couldn't prevent it." It said, "We
understand this now."
I said, "There is more. You killed those you discovered who had
unusual mental powers. Why?" It said, "Because they were able to
discover what we were doing." I said, "They did. Do you understand the
concept of irony?" It said, "We do." I said, "They were the only people
who could have helped you with your problem." That caused a stir. I
said, "You didn't think to ask them, because you thought you were
better. Arrogance." It said, "I see that." I said, "It gets worse. By
doing that, you taught them to hide from you. Through your hunting and
killing them, a kind of unnatural selection, you forced their
evolution, until there came into existence a child who was intelligent
enough to hide his super intelligence, and develop his superior mind
powers in secret. He found others who had those mind powers and
developed them. He became aware of you. Then, by chance, he was
captured by one of your shuttle ships. He took over your station and
disabled the matter transmitters. Then he and his students did all that
caused you to be imprisoned here, while he was still a child. You
created your worst enemy, and all that could have been prevented if you
had not believed you were better than other people." It said, "The
logic is sound. We created our enemies."
I said, "When you left Earth, your intelligence, using 100 as the
average on Earth now, was about 150. Now it is 122." That really caused
a stir. I said, "While those on Earth have evolved so that many have an
intelligence greater than 150, you have caused yourselves to devolve.
For every advantage, there is a disadvantage. In choosing wisely, one
must consider both, fully. You did not. Personal immortality is unwise
for corporeal beings. Existing too long causes faults in the mind, even
if there are none in the body. Just in living so long, causes too much
arrogance." It said, "But death is the enemy!" I said, "I have died
more than a thousand times, which I remember in full. That which
animates the body, that you transferred from one body to another, does
not end. You are able to communicate in emergencies with each other,
with the mind alone. How is that done?" It said, "We do not know." I
said, "The spirit exists in two dimensions, this one, with part of it
animating the body, and the other part in a very strange different
dimension, where there is no space or matter. It is through that, that
you communicate. On the death of the body, the two parts of the spirit
are joined in a part of that dimension where it is judged by the
managers there, and then most are sent to reincarnate into new born
lives. I have communicated with spirits there, and the managers, who I
will one day join, after this, my final life is over."
It said, "You do not lie?" I said, "I do not lie. I am not able to
lie. I suspect your slaves were like that." It said, "They were." I
said, "Did you really think they were actually your slaves?" Another
stirring. It said, "Explain." I said, "This time, use your
intelligence. YOU explain." After a while, it said, "They were more
intelligent, and had a technology we could not understand. They could
not have been our slaves unless they wanted to be." I said, "Why did
they who gave you matter transmission, not give you faster than light
ships?" It thought. I said, "Did they specifically say they didn't have
that ability?" It said, "I see it now. They did not say that." I said,
"One of the ships they gave you did have that ability. I suspect it was
the first. They disabled that function. One part still remained, which
was discovered when it was captured. Do you think your slaves knew what
would happen to you after they decided to leave you?" It said, "They
were rescued by the GC." I said, "With their intelligence and
capabilities, do you think they would not fully manage ANY situation
they were in?" It said, "I see you are correct. Will they come back?" I
said, "No. Their tasks ended here in this galaxy when they left you."
It said, "How do you know this?" I said, "They told their
replacements." It said, "Who are those?" I said, "I am one of them." It
said, "I was beginning to suspect that." I said, "And so was my father,
who put you here." Another stir.
It said, "Why are you here?" I said, "I told you in the beginning of
this meeting. There is more you should know. Your first big mistake was
in going for personal immortality. You halted the evolution of your
species. Others have surpassed you. You are aware of the rule in the GC
of not giving advanced technology to societies that don't understand
it?" It said, "Yes." I said, "Do you understand why?" It said, "Yes." I
said, "Apply it to yourselves." I could see they did, and didn't like
it. I said, "You didn't understand how their technology worked. You
should have been very wary of it when you discovered that nobody else
did, either. Your greed overruled wisdom, and so caused your doom.
Those in my group can maintain our bodies indefinitely. We do not. We
have learned through experience that living life anew is a treasure not
to be denied. You were put here without the ability to continue your
lives as the damaged people you are, so you will eventually die, so
your spirits will be reborn into new lives so you may evolve into
greatness, when you will then be able to remember all your past lives
and learn from them, and then have a new impossible to imagine
existence in the other dimension where all time is one, as my father
has done. You are not imprisoned here as a punishment, but to keep the
other species you abused from returning the abuse to you, and so you
can die naturally and peacefully, and return to evolve into who you
SHOULD become." A lot of stirring. I said, "We are not able to cause
harm to a sentient being. We are not doing that to you now."
It said, "Do you have proof of this?" I said, "In some ways, yes. You
have truth telling devices. You may use them on me. Here is another
way. I have the memories of the person who warned about the disaster
that would happen on Earth that caused you to leave it, who was
ignored. It happened. Those who survived, in their guilt, blamed her
for it. You know her as Attin. That was the first incarnation of my
father. Here is how she felt when the disaster happened." I projected
it to them. I said, "Here is what she looked like. Here your people are
building ships in orbit, to abandon those left on Earth to misery and
death that you could have helped to prevent, to escape what you had
done. Here is their arrival on this world, and some of the things they
did. I should tell you that I can see all of the past that I choose to,
and read the minds of the people in it. So could my father. Now an
offer. Would you like to meet my father?" After some time for recovery,
It said, "But you said he is dead!" I said, "Correct. His body is dead,
but his sprit lives on, and is part of God, and my boss. I can call to
him, and he may answer. Do you accept my offer, which will provide you
with some of the prof you are asking for?" They looked at each other.
It said, "Will it change us?" I said, "All we experience changes us.
SHOULD change us. With who you are now, I think almost any change would
be for the better, and I think you might be leaning toward that
conclusion, yourself." It said, "I am thinking so. You would not harm
us." I said, "Correct, as I understand harm, which could be different
from how you understand it." It said, "We accept."
I pulled in energy, and then hooked into the 4th for more. I glowed,
which startled them. Then I broadcast my love to the entire world. Then
God joined me, and began the healing. That lasted for 34 minutes. I was
beginning to be concerned, before it finally ended. I stopped my
broadcast, and looked around. Then I said to the entire world, "I am
Solomon. You have been restored to your former selves, when you were
the most evolved. You are now able to reproduce your kind sexually, and
derive great enjoyment from it, and of all of life. Your computers now
have added information about this, and other things. Many people in the
galaxy would think you do not deserve this gift, which is the greatest
gift that can be given to a sentient species on the verge of
extinction. You will have to earn their forgiveness for what you have
done to them, by improving yourselves in all ways. You will be
monitored. When you have done this, your imprisonment on this world
will be ended, and you may join in friendship, the communities of the
galaxy." I stopped it.
I said to the group, "I didn't know this would happen. Interesting."
The leader, a woman then, said, "This is almost incomprehensible!" I
said, "I agree. God has never done such major modifications in a
broadcast before, and of such a er, difference. For your personal
information, those of your species consider you to be beautiful." She
smiled her thanks. She said, "Was the love in the beginning, yours?" I
said, "Yes, and it went to all on this world. The speech was mine,
also, and all heard it." She said, "You are indeed very powerful. Your
words are proved beyond doubt." I said, "I exist to serve. He who can,
must." She said, "There continues to be light around you." I said, "My
aura is visible to you now, with your new properly functioning brains."
She said, "But I don't see the auras of the others here." I said,
"That's because you don't have the ability to see them. Mine is so
powerful that even those who can't ordinarily see them, can see mine.
In size and other qualities, it indicates the level of evolution of the
spirit. There is one more thing I can give you before I leave. My
personal love." I opened my arms, and they came to me. Galya ported in
to help them to sit. When that was done, I said, "Meet, Galya, my
wife." She said, "We are happy for you that you have been given this
gift. Use it wisely, and enjoy your new lives." We bowed, and ported
home.
There was a very big group of friends waiting for us, in stunned and
awed silence. Mom was crying, and Hawk was close to it. She said, "Only
you could have thought to help THEM, of all people." We hugged and
kissed with love. And then the rest of them did to me, one by one, in
silence. Our love filled the room, and then Dad's love joined us, and
we felt his approval. That made us all have tears, and more love.
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