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Date: Mon, Oct 10 2011 3:43 pm
From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
The Adventures of Stevie #209
These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
been true. LOL
My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
he isn't here in person. I think.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie is 14 in this story, in the Winter of year 5 of special school,
after the new year.
The Adventures of Stevie #209 "2 People in Trouble"
Morning brought rain. We didn't need that kind of alarm clock. It had
to happen sometime, because it rains a lot in British Honduras. We
grabbed the wet blankets and ran to the big tent. Race ran into the
tent right after us. He must have ported to the smaller tent, when he
looked into the big tent before he ported, and saw there might not be
room for him to port there. We dried off with towels from the school
locker room. Then we sat around and told Race what happened with the
bandits. He almost cried with frustration at not being there when it
happened. He wanted to go to his father and plead to be allowed to stay
with us all the time. I signaled Pete I should go with him, and he
nodded. We ported to my bedroom. Dan was still in the shower. I made
sure I was dressed appropriately, and Race contacted his father, who
was just finishing his breakfast at home, and asked if I could talk to
him. He agreed, and we ported there.
I said "Race missed something important, when he wasn't with us last
night. I tried a new thing in a situation which was right for it, and
he wasn't part of it. We did other things in that situation, with which
he could have had the chance to practice and improve his new abilities.
We think he should be allowed to be with the rest of the adepts on this
mission, and on other ones, too, or he will fall behind us in
abilities." He said "You can't teach him separately?" I said "Remember
when you saw me teach, during a mission? His abilities increased
dramatically then, after they wouldn't before. Instructing isn't
enough. Doing, is important. Doing under stress, is most important,
because it could save his life later. I use the missions to teach
things in real life situations, which can't be taught well any other
way. There is another thing. The papers you signed for him to go to our
school, which is the finest in the world, legally gives your permission
for him to go on school training missions, which this is, like all of
our missions are. If he can't participate in required school
activities, then he may be asked to leave the school. Do you think he
would be in danger, with a team of the most powerful people in the
world? Nothing in the world but an atomic bomb can hurt us if we don't
allow it. Actually, if we have a few seconds warning, we can survive
that, too. Not that I would want to live in the kind of world that
would create." He said "I'll check this out with Dr. Knot." I said "I
transmitted to him what I said to you, as I said it. That's him calling
Race's father went to answer the phone. He came back looking at me
strangely, and said, "He said what you said, and more. He can go. I
couldn't stop him, anyway." I said "NO! Our team members, with good
parents such as you are, are good sons and daughters to them. If you
say no, he will obey you, as he should in all parental things, or he
leaves the school and the team. We are not out of control monsters. He
can come back to us when he is 18. What that will do to him in the
meantime, will be very bad, and I think you will come to really wish
you hadn't done that, for all the suffering it caused him. He is not
like normal people now. He can't go back, and always be the outsider.
He needs to be with us now, to be who he is, with his equals." He said
"But you are geniuses, and he isn't." I said "He is now. IQ tests
aren't compatible with adepts. He is learning at least 4 times faster
than he has before, and will likely have his first college degree in a
year and a half. I know this, because I have taken over most of Dr.
Knot's work, when I'm not on missions. I think I've said enough for
now. You can talk with Dr. Knot again, but he will say what I said. I
have to pick up a professor and bring him to the site. Race, please
contact us before you come to the site, and back to the school. You are
not permitted to be with us until your parents give their full WILLING
permission for ALL the school programs. The school can't afford to have
a fight about this. Goodbye." While I was saying that, I was telling
Dr. Knot about it, and telling Race not to worry, that we would work it
out, but looking like he felt really bad, wouldn't hurt his case.
I ported back to the camp. The rain had stopped. I told them what had
happened, which made them unhappy. It was time to contact the
professor, so I did. He said he was ready, and alone. I looked around
him to see if he was alone, and found out somebody was with him. I told
the team, and Pete said the professor was mine to deal with. I ported
to behind the other man, and put him to sleep, and used a 4th hand to
keep him standing up. I walked around him so the professor could see
me, and said, "Hi professor. Looks like you had company. Got an
explanation?" He walked backwards and collapsed into a chair. I sat
across from him. He didn't speak. I said "I'm waiting. Oh, don't worry
about him. He's asleep, and will stay that way until I let him wake up.
So, lets talk." He said "I told him about what you do with crystals,
and how it could revolutionize education. He insisted on proof, or he
said he would tell other people what I told him." I said "Oh, I see. He
would do to you what you did to me and my friends. Karma wins, and we
all lose. Tell me, what about what I said about it NOT revolutionizing
anything, and you agreeing to keep our secrets, didn't you understand?"
He said "But it will!" I said "And our agreement?" He said "Don't you
see, this is more important?"
I said "I understand. You disregarded what I said, because you think
I'm wrong, because you know more about this than the person who
invented it, who has doctorates in Psychology, Physics, and Education,
and teaches these subjects to fellow geniuses? Please tell me what
qualifies you to be more of an expert in this, than me?" He said "You
don't want the world to have it, so I had to act." I said "Did you ever
hear me say that?" He said "Well, no, but that you aren't giving it to
them, speaks for itself." I said "It only speaks to people who don't
think beyond what they want. You wanted people to know, because you
wanted to be famous for it. If you really were interested, you could
have asked me why people can't have it. Remember, you can't lie to us.
We feel your emotions. In fact, if you had allowed yourself to think,
you would have known why the world can't have them, and why secrecy is
necessary. Are you going to ask me why, someday?" He sighed, and said,
"Yes, tell me why."
I said "We will do this in a question and answer form, which I'm sure
you're familiar with. Who makes these crystals?" He said "You." I said
"Correct, but you can add Pete to that. We are the ONLY ones in the
world who can. How long does it take to make one? I'll answer that one.
As much as a whole day for a complicated one, but less to make a
duplicate. So, lets say an hour for one, and we can only do one a day,
5 days a week. How many can Pete and I make in a year?" He said "520" I
said "Right. Now, are these going to all be the same course, or
different courses? And who decides that? Who is going to want to make
us do what they want? Practically everybody, and we obviously can't
satisfy such competing demands from billions of people, not even if we
live for a hundred years. How angry will they be if we don't provide
everybody, instantly, with all the instant education they want, which
it really isn't, which they won't believe, with what they are sure we
don't want to give them, even though we would like to?" He sat there
with a stunned expression on his face, and said, "Murder. Yours, and
theirs." I said "We wouldn't die, but it would destroy us as human
beings, and we are the only hope the earth has against offworlders,
which brings up the other reason why we can't make it public."
I said "The most annoying group of aliens who visit us, use a similar
technology, even though not like we do. If they found out we were
becoming their equals, they would wipe us out. They would have to,
because they know if we could, we would seek revenge on them for what
they've done to us over the years, and it hasn't been pretty. So, if
this goes public, not only would you be out of a job, we who invented
it would be destroyed, and the Earth would be laid to waste. Does your
need for fame still motivate you to go through with this?" He said "My
problem was I still saw you as children, and your inventions as toys. I
couldn't respect you as serious adults, so I couldn't believe in your
judgement." I said "Actually, you didn't want to believe we were more
than your equals. This action was your way of trying to prove it to
yourself. I would say that's not a nice way to treat people who
respected and trusted you, and liked you enough to have you with us on
the site." All he could do was nod dejectedly. I said "Now we have to
decide what to do about this. Do you still plan to expose our secrets?"
He said "No." I said "Do you think you can learn to respect our
intelligence and education, despite our seeming youth?" He said "Does
this mean you are giving me another chance?" I said "This means I'm
asking you a question." He said "Yes. Not only was I wrong, you showed
more knowledge of me than I had of myself."
I said "Now, what are we going to do about your friend here?" He said
"Can you erase his memory of this?" I said "I don't know. I've never
tried. Just in case, tell me exactly what you said and did with him,
which has any bearing on us." He did. I said "I can use ordinary
hypnotism on him, but that will wear off over time. I think I can get
around that. Watch, and if you have any suggestions, let me know." I
went to stand in front of the man, and connected to his mind and told
him some things, and said them aloud at the same time so the professor
could hear. Basically, I told him to forget those things I wanted him
to, forever, but if he ever remembered them, he would know it was a
dream, and that the professor would think he was crazy if he ever told
him about it, and that he would forget those commands, and that anybody
ever said them to him. I pushed all that so hard into his mind, I
didn't think they would ever fade. The professor told me where he
lived. I ported us all there, and sat him in his favorite chair, like
he had fallen asleep in it. We ported back to the professor's place,
and said, "Are you ready to come to the site now?" He said "Aren't you
going to do that to me?" I said "Do you want me to?" He said "No, butŠ"
I interrupted with, "We are lazy enough not to want to waste our work,
or our friendships." He understood, and was VERY grateful. He hugged
me, and I gave him love. He whispered "You are a better man than I ever
could have imagined of anyone. I'm privileged beyond words, to know
you." I grinned and said, "You're not so bad yourself." I ported us to
the big tent at the site.
I said to the group, "All taken care of. The problem with Race should
be resolved soon, too. I had a talk with his father." Race picked that
time to port in. He ran over and knocked me over with his hug and kiss.
I said from underneath him, when I could, "Hello Race. Fancy meeting
you here. Weren't you supposed to contact us first?" He said "I did,
with Pete. You weren't here, on another problem, and I didn't want to
interfere with that." I said "Good thinking." He was not unhappy with
that. I said, "Have you been putting on weight?" He said "Oh, sorry,"
and climbed off me. I stood up, too. Pete said "What are we all
standing around for? Lets get to work!" We all gave him funny faces,
and did get to work. We started laying out stakes in the ground over
the lines of the ruins, and clearing brush. We did that until just
before lunch, when we had another person problem, which I was assigned
to handle, again. I'll tell you about that later.
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Date: Mon, Oct 10 2011 8:03 pm
From: Sergeant Preston
On Oct 8, 11:41 pm, Fred Hall <fkh...@gmai...> wrote:
> "shiny neon confetti-britches" <n...@biz....> wrote innews:52nsdf.qgq.19.6@news...:
> > Fred Hall <fkh...@gmai...> said stuff on 08 Oct 2011:
> >> Sergeant Preston <Sgt.Pres...@hotm...> wrote in news:dd553bf0-
> >> 4b91-a2b6-b480befb9...@j10g...:
> >>> On Oct 6, 6:09 pm, Fred Hall <fkh...@gmai...> wrote:
> >>>> neon <a...@b.c> wrote innews:52i15r.ket.19.2@news...:
> >>>> > Fred Hall <fkh...@gmai...> sez 06 Oct 2011:
> >>>> >> heh
> >>>> > poor little squiggle. he just wants to have lots of friends that
> >>>> can
> >>>> > snip at and act snarky with in a passive-aggressive way.
> >>>> But like all things squiggle is involved in, it results in an epic
> >> fail
> >>>> --
> >>>> Ferddie Hall, esq.
> >>> Who the fuck is "squiggle ??
> >>> Why haven't you been "picked-up" for being a public menace ??
> >> The answer should be obvious, DisHonest John
> >>> --
> >>> Yer pal,
> >>> H.J.
> > i'd pick you up for being a public hawtie. nom.
> I surrender! With (self) pleasure!
> Ferd "Honkey" Hall
Being much taken with the webcomic <Smash>, I have acquired
all of the currently-available pages; as each of these pages
for some reason required an unusually long time to load, I am
reposting just the graphics from the first season -- 134 JPGs
-- here, with index sheets, to encourage those Fortsters whose
interest in Boys extends beyond buns and guns to follow what
has so far been a quite unconventional superhero story, with
overtones which I trust will resonate in this forum.
Several sequences may be sampled to obtain the general sense
of the story -- and the extraordinary artwork which tells it:
pages 22-27 Andrew Ryan discovers that he has superpowers;
his elation lasts perhaps 30 seconds
pages 52-54 he deals with bullies who have been tormenting
him at school -- but not as you might expect
pages 81-84 his father gets him for the weekend; they go
for ice cream, and one thing leads to another
And of particular relevance to The Fort:
pages 72-78 he meets an over-the-hill superhero, Wraith
pages 106-108 he encounters Wraith a second time
pages 127-133 he ... well, see for yourself
A link to the current page may be obtained by googling