06-02-2016, 03:14 AM
Exchange officer:
My time at USSB was almost up and I was dreading going back to Earth. I guess you could say, “I had gone native”.
I did everything I could to delay my return but it was finally decided I would go back and shake some hands and make a few speeches and then I could Physically return to USSB.
With the bio-chip I was always part of USSB but it just isn't the same as actually being and experiencing stuff for a hands on guy like myself. I guess you could say if scientific knowledge was all we were after, then USSB would have built a bigger fleet of probes, not Bulk Ships. Exploration is about seeing things with your own sight and the elation of new discoveries that only a sentient being can experience after wanting to know,”what's over there”?. The little Grays are a classic example of Droid like drones who can not feel excitement or even appreciate what they are holding for beauty's sake. If you told them to pick up a turd, they would, but they would not even search for the clean or harder end; that's for sure ! Emotions and responses to stimuli are actually cherished at USSB and are so noted. Maybe one day a new model of the Little Grays will be produced with a bit more emphatic reasoning but at this stage there really is no reason. Everything works just fine the way it is as far as I am concerned.
Earthlings were once afraid of artificial Intelligence (A.I.) with good reason after watching some of the old Terminator films. However I must say the USSB proves that does not have to be the case. USSB hierarchical architecture is the pinnacle of A.I. It protects, teaches, and gathers information to be distributed to all USSB sentient life forms via the bio-chip. Each of us is but a node of learning for the whole of the USSB while exercising our own free will. The little Grays are something like the fingers of the A.I. that is USSB.
Who knows even I may find something that is Que worthy as a small offering of thanks one day. There is a whole Multiverse to explore; but for me, the little wet speck of dirt and rock called Earth is just plain, boring .
Layla had decided she would go with me to hold my hand through all my future earth tribulations..
Hell man, with her by my side this “Spam in a Can” would feel like the best prime rib money could buy! (humm.... money is not something I have thought of for a long time.... what an archaic way of social interaction for primitives)
Another added benefit (to many benefits to count) of Layla going back with me is, by her very presence she is a walking recruitment poster for USSB .
“Golly Gee Whiz, I love my life; Just not to fond of going back to Earth”.
Chapter Two:
We arrived back on Earth in one of our scout ships which was once referred to as the “Sport Model” by someone of earth who had seen the likes of this ship before.
The time and place had all been arranged and right on cue we appeared a couple of hundred feet above the ground and settled into a nice landing, even if I do say so myself. We could have done a few visible flybys and really put on a show, but this was not a flag waving mission. Upon our exit of the Sport Model I sent it back to orbit earth's moon. Out of touch, out of sight, from earthly sticky fingers was my thinking and at least, that way, it would remain in one piece. Besides, Layla or myself could call it back in a moments notice if we wanted to.. The ship is just like the little Grays in someways; it was assigned to us and would remain with us until we or USSB turned it loose to do something else.
The United Nations Delegates were present along with many of the world's leadership . Layla and I were escorted between two long lines of dignitaries and leaders which folded inwards to follow our procession as we preceded to the podium in the general assembly building.
The feelings I got from the minds I touched seemed to all be in Awe of Layla's beauty and the transformation in appearance that I had gone through since my absence.
All the guidelines for this shindig had been laid out before our arrival in-spite of some of the Military and governments of the worlds concerns; Stupid concerns IMO for IF we (USSB) wanted to do “Whatever” there was nothing earth could do to stop it..Seriously !
Ahead of us at about 140 feet was a heavy set man that was waiting on us to get closer so he could detonate his suicide vest by pushing a battery charged switch he had in his right trouser pocket. As soon as I detected his thought process and emotions I turned to my right to shake hands with a Russian delegate. While looking over the Russian's short stature shoulder I set a strong mental picture of the fat man's intent to one of the security service guys by the name of Stark who was just one of many behind the dignitaries. Agent Stark was wired for sound so upon telling the other security guards down the reception line (which stood behind the heavy set man) of the threat; the guard closest dropped the man in his tracks with what appeared to be a stun gun to the base of his neck.
The security guards were very professional as they surrounded the fat man who was not fat at all just heavily looking with all the explosives on his body. They disarmed his vest and carried him away. The radio chatter by the security guys and wanting to know how Agent Stark detected the threat was interesting. I had placed a mental image of the bad guy's location in Stark's mind, vest and all, so now Stark was a Hero and the Fat skinny Man was headed to a place he would regret the day he ever saw.
Agent Stark now thought he might be a bit psychic...
So much for diplomatic immunity getting past security for the fat man, No ?
It happened so quickly that even those in close proximity thought this misguided religious nut case had just passed out or had a heart attack. I spoke to the Russian in a very proper Russian language, accent and all, while all this was going on. Small talk with the customary, “glad you could make it” sort of thing.
Later it would be hinted that I favored the Russians over others.. Just political nonsense... It was nice though that the situation had been revealed and stopped before it blew into an international brew ha ha or worse yet people were injured.
Once I got to the Speaking Podium I told everyone what actually happened except the part of me placing an image of the fat man in Stark's mind. I just said Layla had been psychically alerted to the man's intentions and told me about the danger so I thought it would be a good idea to pause so security could deal with the threat. It was lucky for everyone in attendance that even before I could tell someone about the threat Agent Stark noticed something odd about the man and took action.
Pretty good extemporaneous story especially since it was believed.
If the vest bomb had been detonated the kill zone form 65 degrees either side of the vest and was estimated to have been 70 feet with injuries much further out.
My first speech at the U.N. And I lied ! I should have felt right at home with all the other members present, No?
The speech was what I had experienced while away at USSB. I introduced Layla as my pair bonded mate and stepped away from the microphone while she explained about her people and some of the other races that all made up the USSB. I closed for us with placing thoughts and words to the effect that there were many other sentient life forms through out the USSB universe who lived and worked together for knowledge and peace. With Earth's decision to join the USSB these opportunities and knowledge would be available for all just for the asking.
I suppose it went over well for we got a standing ovation which was mostly sincere.
Funny in a sick sort of way how some earthlings are always looking for an advantage so they, and only they, can climb the power broker tree. They will learn, 'it don't work that way at USSB'.
There was a dinner after the U.N. assembly and so much hand shaking that I finally made a speech declaring that the Falongsaid did not shake hands for it was not their custom; so at least I saved Layla from being molested or a sore hand by some of the more enthralled men and women at the dinner.
Finally all the meet and greet was over and we were allowed to retire to a special suite that had been set aside just for us..
The place was bugged !
Hahah they got nothing because we usually communicated telepathically. We did make a point of verbally communicating about how nice the delegates and the dinner was and hoped Agent Stark would get a promotion. Just small talk which would make the eavesdroppers feel like they heard normal everyday conversation between two people in love and happy.
The reality of our conversations was how barbaric and disgusting the act of killing so many was just to get to us. I did tell her that throughout Earth's history it always seemed that those who preached peace and brotherhood seemed to get nailed to some wood or shot/chopped/dismembered for their kindness and inspirational words..
She was not impressed with many of the Earthlings (you would not be either if you could see and read their innermost thoughts) or earth's governmental structures in general (to put it mildly) but she did not blame me for the sins of my fathers because she was me as I was her in a very real sense; just different bodies...
There was a time, here it comes again, long, long, ago when the Falongsaid or her ancestors wiped their planet clean of another race of Sentients. They were once a true warrior race who held long grudges that were even mufti-generational; it was, 'kill on sight, for the losing Sentients'. It did not stop all the wars but it did give them a reason to just kill each other on a more limited basis.. I sometimes wonder if war is not the main cause of scientific progress, for it darn sure seems that way during different stages of development for a sentient culture.
Earth has actually done the same thing with tribes and peoples of different continents since the stronger first started moving on to greener pastures and riches.
It seems like the aggressive ability of a sentient to survive is oftentimes carried over in raw aggression to others so much so that in my opinion it is a wonder sentient beings last long enough to ever achieve Bulk travel.
We were assigned two female aids that insured we stayed on schedule for each days activities and a detail of security that could be considered top notch for Earth.
Some of our activities required us to fly to different locations which even though I grew up flying my own stuff I really was dead set against going on any of earth's aircraft. Just to easy to plant a bomb or contaminate the fuel or oil causing a crash and killing everyone. I finally got my way by just telling the schedulers to let us know where and when; and we would arrive in our Sport Model.. That was a great decision and made for better P.R. Anyway.
At first the military wanted to escort us in their finest fighter aircraft and we just smiled and said if you can keep up, it was fine with us. Our first overseas destination was Beijing, China and we were to be there at 12 noon. We left N.Y. City in the sport model at 10 A.M. Because I wanted to take Layla on a little sight seeing tour, otherwise I could have left at 11:41 and the Sport Model would have gotten us there on time on schedule with wasted minutes maneuvering and screwing around landing at the designated landing spot.
As mentioned before the Sport Model (for that matter all ships of the USSB) were not quite sentient beings in their own right. They were like the little Grays without physical arms and hands and were assigned to different Sentients depending on the needs and mission requirements . As with the Little Grays you can't be buds with a ship like some well written fictional story (The Ship Who Sang by Anne McCaffrey) from earth but Layla and I both really liked this ship. At first we would board and tell the ship where we wanted to go and it would let us know the trip at normal speed from take off to touch down would be so many earthly minutes. Very direct with a drone like computer personality.
Layla worked on the ship's personality telepathically and I was quite pleased with the results for the ship started acting like it liked us on a personal level. Nothing earth shattering just little things as in the warmth of feelings the ship used when we approached or were onboard. Instead of how many minutes from point A to B the Ship started asking if we wanted to sight see something it had picked out for us of interest during the flight or even if we wanted to put on a show for our arrival at some destination.
We did start to put on a flying show at almost every destination.
With the Sport Model's new personality and demeanor I decided she needed a name (quaint earth custom ?) so, Tiki was born and christened.. No reason for the name it just fit her. Since Layla's rework of Tiki's personality I wondered why all the little Grays and all the ships did not get the same treatment ?
Tiki said she liked her new name. Hummm O.K. !
Layla informed me it was a personal touch that she and many other Sentients did when assigned a ship or one of the little Grays. Tiki would never forget us and she would always remember how to act around us. Now that I was part of USSB every ship I was in command of would have Tiki's personality until or unless Layla or myself changed the personality.
“Wow”!
The fighter pilots in their state of the art AIR-craft were fun to play with and we ended up making friends with several of them once we landed at various places. I even gave tours of the inside of Tiki the Sport Model to certain dignitaries and Pilots; which kinda pissed the dignitaries off (can't have hired hands in here with us big boys). Everyone was amazed there were no visible controls and especially impressed when we had Tiki communicate with individuals directly via a stereo speaker I had asked her to create for such an occasion. One time a group of dignitaries and a few pilots whom had tried to escort us were onboard and wanted to know how we see out of the ship ? The ship went transparent anyplace Layla or I looked and for the grand finality the whole sport model became transparent with a 360 degree view ! Tiki could do that but in reality when we were onboard she was our eyes so everything she detected we could see in our mind's eye.
Oohs and Auh’s were the response from those who saw the demonstration. It became a standard procedure to show-off some of Tiki's capabilities but at no time did I show any weapon capabilities.. We did not really carry dedicated weapons, only our normal tractor beam and cutter beams. I could have told Tiki to 'split tractor beam' any aircraft and rip its' wings off, or used the cutter beam to dismember anything or anyone. No reason to talk about such things, however, on one occasion, Tiki was on normal alert at a function in the outskirts of Bangkok when a young kid who had climbed to the top of a pole to get a better view, fell. The kid just wanted to get a better view and see what was going on during our brief in country meet and greet.
4 Royal Thai Airforce fighter aircraft had done a very loud low level pass as a salute and part of the entertainment for this event. The kid must have looked up and the noise scared him enough so that he lost his grip and was going to fall about 30 feet onto some machinery and rubble from a building project. Tiki grabbed the kid with her tractor beam and actually brought him over to the side of the ship at our location.. By the size of the kids eyes he could have been confused with a little, slightly brown Asian Gray.. Needless to say cameras caught the whole thing and an all world wide news carried the story for weeks !
My time at USSB was almost up and I was dreading going back to Earth. I guess you could say, “I had gone native”.
I did everything I could to delay my return but it was finally decided I would go back and shake some hands and make a few speeches and then I could Physically return to USSB.
With the bio-chip I was always part of USSB but it just isn't the same as actually being and experiencing stuff for a hands on guy like myself. I guess you could say if scientific knowledge was all we were after, then USSB would have built a bigger fleet of probes, not Bulk Ships. Exploration is about seeing things with your own sight and the elation of new discoveries that only a sentient being can experience after wanting to know,”what's over there”?. The little Grays are a classic example of Droid like drones who can not feel excitement or even appreciate what they are holding for beauty's sake. If you told them to pick up a turd, they would, but they would not even search for the clean or harder end; that's for sure ! Emotions and responses to stimuli are actually cherished at USSB and are so noted. Maybe one day a new model of the Little Grays will be produced with a bit more emphatic reasoning but at this stage there really is no reason. Everything works just fine the way it is as far as I am concerned.
Earthlings were once afraid of artificial Intelligence (A.I.) with good reason after watching some of the old Terminator films. However I must say the USSB proves that does not have to be the case. USSB hierarchical architecture is the pinnacle of A.I. It protects, teaches, and gathers information to be distributed to all USSB sentient life forms via the bio-chip. Each of us is but a node of learning for the whole of the USSB while exercising our own free will. The little Grays are something like the fingers of the A.I. that is USSB.
Who knows even I may find something that is Que worthy as a small offering of thanks one day. There is a whole Multiverse to explore; but for me, the little wet speck of dirt and rock called Earth is just plain, boring .
Layla had decided she would go with me to hold my hand through all my future earth tribulations..
Hell man, with her by my side this “Spam in a Can” would feel like the best prime rib money could buy! (humm.... money is not something I have thought of for a long time.... what an archaic way of social interaction for primitives)
Another added benefit (to many benefits to count) of Layla going back with me is, by her very presence she is a walking recruitment poster for USSB .
“Golly Gee Whiz, I love my life; Just not to fond of going back to Earth”.
Chapter Two:
We arrived back on Earth in one of our scout ships which was once referred to as the “Sport Model” by someone of earth who had seen the likes of this ship before.
The time and place had all been arranged and right on cue we appeared a couple of hundred feet above the ground and settled into a nice landing, even if I do say so myself. We could have done a few visible flybys and really put on a show, but this was not a flag waving mission. Upon our exit of the Sport Model I sent it back to orbit earth's moon. Out of touch, out of sight, from earthly sticky fingers was my thinking and at least, that way, it would remain in one piece. Besides, Layla or myself could call it back in a moments notice if we wanted to.. The ship is just like the little Grays in someways; it was assigned to us and would remain with us until we or USSB turned it loose to do something else.
The United Nations Delegates were present along with many of the world's leadership . Layla and I were escorted between two long lines of dignitaries and leaders which folded inwards to follow our procession as we preceded to the podium in the general assembly building.
The feelings I got from the minds I touched seemed to all be in Awe of Layla's beauty and the transformation in appearance that I had gone through since my absence.
All the guidelines for this shindig had been laid out before our arrival in-spite of some of the Military and governments of the worlds concerns; Stupid concerns IMO for IF we (USSB) wanted to do “Whatever” there was nothing earth could do to stop it..Seriously !
Ahead of us at about 140 feet was a heavy set man that was waiting on us to get closer so he could detonate his suicide vest by pushing a battery charged switch he had in his right trouser pocket. As soon as I detected his thought process and emotions I turned to my right to shake hands with a Russian delegate. While looking over the Russian's short stature shoulder I set a strong mental picture of the fat man's intent to one of the security service guys by the name of Stark who was just one of many behind the dignitaries. Agent Stark was wired for sound so upon telling the other security guards down the reception line (which stood behind the heavy set man) of the threat; the guard closest dropped the man in his tracks with what appeared to be a stun gun to the base of his neck.
The security guards were very professional as they surrounded the fat man who was not fat at all just heavily looking with all the explosives on his body. They disarmed his vest and carried him away. The radio chatter by the security guys and wanting to know how Agent Stark detected the threat was interesting. I had placed a mental image of the bad guy's location in Stark's mind, vest and all, so now Stark was a Hero and the Fat skinny Man was headed to a place he would regret the day he ever saw.
Agent Stark now thought he might be a bit psychic...
So much for diplomatic immunity getting past security for the fat man, No ?
It happened so quickly that even those in close proximity thought this misguided religious nut case had just passed out or had a heart attack. I spoke to the Russian in a very proper Russian language, accent and all, while all this was going on. Small talk with the customary, “glad you could make it” sort of thing.
Later it would be hinted that I favored the Russians over others.. Just political nonsense... It was nice though that the situation had been revealed and stopped before it blew into an international brew ha ha or worse yet people were injured.
Once I got to the Speaking Podium I told everyone what actually happened except the part of me placing an image of the fat man in Stark's mind. I just said Layla had been psychically alerted to the man's intentions and told me about the danger so I thought it would be a good idea to pause so security could deal with the threat. It was lucky for everyone in attendance that even before I could tell someone about the threat Agent Stark noticed something odd about the man and took action.
Pretty good extemporaneous story especially since it was believed.
If the vest bomb had been detonated the kill zone form 65 degrees either side of the vest and was estimated to have been 70 feet with injuries much further out.
My first speech at the U.N. And I lied ! I should have felt right at home with all the other members present, No?
The speech was what I had experienced while away at USSB. I introduced Layla as my pair bonded mate and stepped away from the microphone while she explained about her people and some of the other races that all made up the USSB. I closed for us with placing thoughts and words to the effect that there were many other sentient life forms through out the USSB universe who lived and worked together for knowledge and peace. With Earth's decision to join the USSB these opportunities and knowledge would be available for all just for the asking.
I suppose it went over well for we got a standing ovation which was mostly sincere.
Funny in a sick sort of way how some earthlings are always looking for an advantage so they, and only they, can climb the power broker tree. They will learn, 'it don't work that way at USSB'.
There was a dinner after the U.N. assembly and so much hand shaking that I finally made a speech declaring that the Falongsaid did not shake hands for it was not their custom; so at least I saved Layla from being molested or a sore hand by some of the more enthralled men and women at the dinner.
Finally all the meet and greet was over and we were allowed to retire to a special suite that had been set aside just for us..
The place was bugged !
Hahah they got nothing because we usually communicated telepathically. We did make a point of verbally communicating about how nice the delegates and the dinner was and hoped Agent Stark would get a promotion. Just small talk which would make the eavesdroppers feel like they heard normal everyday conversation between two people in love and happy.
The reality of our conversations was how barbaric and disgusting the act of killing so many was just to get to us. I did tell her that throughout Earth's history it always seemed that those who preached peace and brotherhood seemed to get nailed to some wood or shot/chopped/dismembered for their kindness and inspirational words..
She was not impressed with many of the Earthlings (you would not be either if you could see and read their innermost thoughts) or earth's governmental structures in general (to put it mildly) but she did not blame me for the sins of my fathers because she was me as I was her in a very real sense; just different bodies...
There was a time, here it comes again, long, long, ago when the Falongsaid or her ancestors wiped their planet clean of another race of Sentients. They were once a true warrior race who held long grudges that were even mufti-generational; it was, 'kill on sight, for the losing Sentients'. It did not stop all the wars but it did give them a reason to just kill each other on a more limited basis.. I sometimes wonder if war is not the main cause of scientific progress, for it darn sure seems that way during different stages of development for a sentient culture.
Earth has actually done the same thing with tribes and peoples of different continents since the stronger first started moving on to greener pastures and riches.
It seems like the aggressive ability of a sentient to survive is oftentimes carried over in raw aggression to others so much so that in my opinion it is a wonder sentient beings last long enough to ever achieve Bulk travel.
We were assigned two female aids that insured we stayed on schedule for each days activities and a detail of security that could be considered top notch for Earth.
Some of our activities required us to fly to different locations which even though I grew up flying my own stuff I really was dead set against going on any of earth's aircraft. Just to easy to plant a bomb or contaminate the fuel or oil causing a crash and killing everyone. I finally got my way by just telling the schedulers to let us know where and when; and we would arrive in our Sport Model.. That was a great decision and made for better P.R. Anyway.
At first the military wanted to escort us in their finest fighter aircraft and we just smiled and said if you can keep up, it was fine with us. Our first overseas destination was Beijing, China and we were to be there at 12 noon. We left N.Y. City in the sport model at 10 A.M. Because I wanted to take Layla on a little sight seeing tour, otherwise I could have left at 11:41 and the Sport Model would have gotten us there on time on schedule with wasted minutes maneuvering and screwing around landing at the designated landing spot.
As mentioned before the Sport Model (for that matter all ships of the USSB) were not quite sentient beings in their own right. They were like the little Grays without physical arms and hands and were assigned to different Sentients depending on the needs and mission requirements . As with the Little Grays you can't be buds with a ship like some well written fictional story (The Ship Who Sang by Anne McCaffrey) from earth but Layla and I both really liked this ship. At first we would board and tell the ship where we wanted to go and it would let us know the trip at normal speed from take off to touch down would be so many earthly minutes. Very direct with a drone like computer personality.
Layla worked on the ship's personality telepathically and I was quite pleased with the results for the ship started acting like it liked us on a personal level. Nothing earth shattering just little things as in the warmth of feelings the ship used when we approached or were onboard. Instead of how many minutes from point A to B the Ship started asking if we wanted to sight see something it had picked out for us of interest during the flight or even if we wanted to put on a show for our arrival at some destination.
We did start to put on a flying show at almost every destination.
With the Sport Model's new personality and demeanor I decided she needed a name (quaint earth custom ?) so, Tiki was born and christened.. No reason for the name it just fit her. Since Layla's rework of Tiki's personality I wondered why all the little Grays and all the ships did not get the same treatment ?
Tiki said she liked her new name. Hummm O.K. !
Layla informed me it was a personal touch that she and many other Sentients did when assigned a ship or one of the little Grays. Tiki would never forget us and she would always remember how to act around us. Now that I was part of USSB every ship I was in command of would have Tiki's personality until or unless Layla or myself changed the personality.
“Wow”!
The fighter pilots in their state of the art AIR-craft were fun to play with and we ended up making friends with several of them once we landed at various places. I even gave tours of the inside of Tiki the Sport Model to certain dignitaries and Pilots; which kinda pissed the dignitaries off (can't have hired hands in here with us big boys). Everyone was amazed there were no visible controls and especially impressed when we had Tiki communicate with individuals directly via a stereo speaker I had asked her to create for such an occasion. One time a group of dignitaries and a few pilots whom had tried to escort us were onboard and wanted to know how we see out of the ship ? The ship went transparent anyplace Layla or I looked and for the grand finality the whole sport model became transparent with a 360 degree view ! Tiki could do that but in reality when we were onboard she was our eyes so everything she detected we could see in our mind's eye.
Oohs and Auh’s were the response from those who saw the demonstration. It became a standard procedure to show-off some of Tiki's capabilities but at no time did I show any weapon capabilities.. We did not really carry dedicated weapons, only our normal tractor beam and cutter beams. I could have told Tiki to 'split tractor beam' any aircraft and rip its' wings off, or used the cutter beam to dismember anything or anyone. No reason to talk about such things, however, on one occasion, Tiki was on normal alert at a function in the outskirts of Bangkok when a young kid who had climbed to the top of a pole to get a better view, fell. The kid just wanted to get a better view and see what was going on during our brief in country meet and greet.
4 Royal Thai Airforce fighter aircraft had done a very loud low level pass as a salute and part of the entertainment for this event. The kid must have looked up and the noise scared him enough so that he lost his grip and was going to fall about 30 feet onto some machinery and rubble from a building project. Tiki grabbed the kid with her tractor beam and actually brought him over to the side of the ship at our location.. By the size of the kids eyes he could have been confused with a little, slightly brown Asian Gray.. Needless to say cameras caught the whole thing and an all world wide news carried the story for weeks !