Chapter 374: Super-Aikido Under Pressure

Sunday, June 10, 2007 (Continued)

Paul asked Dad, "Steven, do you want Mark to have authority over Security because he's a good fighter?"

Prof answered, "I thought of a better way of phrasing it, Paul. As far as I know, no human being has ever had a Guardian Angel before. Not even Jesus Christ, judging by what happened to him. So God thinks Mark is more worthy of protection than any other human being has ever been. The Andersons and Williams agree with God. Mark understands his capabilities and security needs better than any of us - which would be the case even if he was as bad at fighting as I am - so he's in charge of security."

I added, "I don't want be involved in the minutiae, Paul. PLEASE continue to dump that stuff on Dad. All I want is when I give any of your guys an order, they jump to their feet and run to do it, no matter how strange they might think it is. They don't think about needing permission from anyone else, not even from you. I'm sounding dramatic, but there's some VERY weird shit in my life, and in an emergency it might be impossible for me to explain it in time. For example the angel might have told me something that no one could possibly know, or maybe it knows about the future and only some strange behavior at the right time can cause a good outcome. In other words, I might give your staff orders that they think are crazy. I don't want to run the risk of their not instantly obeying in an emergency, and that's a large part of why I'm down here now. Okay?"

"I understand what you want and that your parents want it too. I'll make sure everyone knows it. Speaking of 'weird shit', we witnessed a considerable amount of that over the last hour. Can I ask you some questions about it?"

"I can't promise to give satisfactory answers, but you can try asking, sure."

"Let's start with your not breathing hard. You spent the best part of an hour running and fighting, but you don't look like you've been doing anything."

"I think Ron's body is changing into mine from the inside out. I'm not breathing hard, but this body feels like it's been working. My previous body wouldn't have noticed that amount of exertion at all. I used to have an extraordinary amount of endurance. Hopefully in a few weeks I'll be back to what used to be normal for me."

Julia couldn't resist, "He had AWESOME endurance! He was incredible, and it's GREAT to have him back!"

"I'LL SAY! Mark could go for HOURS!" agreed Ava.

Donna looked eager to say something. It might be okay, or it might not. To play safe I NP-pressed her lips lightly to remind her to think about it. Donna looked at me and said, "I was just going to say that some of my girlfriends CAN'T WAIT to visit again, especially Claire and Diana."

"We should have a party after exams are over to make contact with everyone again."

Julia said, "It'll have to be the Saturday right after exams because the next weekend is Sophia's wedding. I'll talk with Mom about getting someone to do the preparations for it..."

#15: <I thought the next weekend was Sophia AND Andrew's wedding. What a silly mistake for me to make.>

Ava interrupted, "I can do it, Julia. It'll give me something to do while you're all busy with your exams."

"Will you be well enough?"

"No problem. I'll enjoy it."

"Great. This is what I want..." I tuned out. As long as they invited lots of pretty girls the details were irrelevant.

Fortunately the girls were off to the side so the rest of us could ignore them to continue with our masculine, fighting talk. Paul asked, "I saw some feats of strength which were unbelievable..."

"Sure. I've got great ki. You know what ki is? Mental focus, or mental energy. Right?"

They nodded or made agreeing noises. Paul said, "What we saw was considerably beyond what I thought ki could do."

"Which is a pretty good way of describing many things about me. My brain allows me to achieve three college degrees in a single year, my athleticism allows me to out-fight any of your well-trained guys even though I've only had twenty eight lessons, my returning endurance allows me to run the legs off anyone you'd care to name, and my ki allows me to do extraordinary things in that area too. All of those..."

"Don't forget how good you are in bed, darling," called Julia helpfully.

"I was only listing things I could prove, Julia, but if you don't mind all the security guys standing around our bed watching us the next time, that's fine with me."

"They can take Ava's and my word for it!"

To the audience I apologized, "I thought that might've been a good alternative entertainment since none of you are going to LA, but no such luck. Sorry."

After the chuckles, Paul's next few comments worked out to be the equivalent of, "We'll train you and you train us." I clearly needed some training because I was useless at many aspects of martial arts. My punches, for example, were very fast and powerful, but they were pathetic in every other respect. Paul had said, "With your speed, power and some training, you'd be a deadly martial artist." The rest of them had enthusiastically agreed. They also agreed it'd be great if they could learn my speed and power.

"Sorry guys, but your learning from me isn't possible. You're guarding my loved ones so I'd CERTAINLY train you in my abilities if I could, but they're not trainable. My body and mind are too unusual for you to duplicate what I can do. You couldn't learn how to pass three degrees in one year. I presume you all know bowling. I bowl 300-point perfect games more often than not..."

"That's impossible!" protested a couple of them.

Julia wasn't going to let them get away with that, "It's TRUE! We've seen him. Tell them, Dad."

Prof and Dad confirmed my claim.

I said, "I should've chosen a better example. You've got a pool table in your games room, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"I'm almost as good at 8-ball as I am at bowling. If Dan doesn't addle my brain too much I'll give you a demonstration after we've finished here. Until then, just take my word for it that none of you have got what it takes to duplicate my speed and power on the mats.

^-- "It's not a reason for my not teaching you, but I also don't want you to teach me. I'm still in the process of adding to my capabilities, so it doesn't make sense for me to stop to learn techniques at my current level. It's like you're asking me to stop inventing my machinegun so you can teach me how to get more accurate with a bow and arrow. It's better I carry on with my development. Once my raw abilities are as good as I can make them, then that'll be the time to train me to get the most out of them, but that's probably months or maybe even years away yet."

There was a bit more conversation, but nothing of any consequence. Stuff like how I'd been able to fight with my eyes shut. I just spread some bullshit around.

I asked Dan if he was recovered enough to rain blows on me, and that he understood there'd be no prize for this. He was and he regretfully did.

Julia hadn't minded me sparring with these guys because she'd been supremely confident they wouldn't be able to hurt me. They hadn't, but I still considered Julia's confidence in me to have been excessive, but that's normal for Julia. However, the idea of me standing still and blocking Dan until he got some blows through didn't seem particularly sensible to Julia. She expressed her opinion quite clearly. She ended up coming over, 'getting in Dan's face' (more like his belly button), poking him in the chest and giving him a very stern talking to, adding, "and not between his legs, and ESPECIALLY not his head. That's his most valuable part."

I exclaimed, "Darling! You say the sweetest things."

Julia wasn't amused.

Dan started slowly and didn't speed up much. I encouraged him to speed up, but he didn't do so until Dad told him to get on with doing the job properly.

Dan's attacks picked up speed more rapidly, and he soon had me working damned hard to defend myself from his blows and kicks. He had highly trained routines, while my reactions were necessarily much more conscious and deliberate, so slower. When his speed got high enough, he started getting blows through. I took occasional hits on my arms, legs and torso, but not on either "valuable part". When Dan's hits became more than "occasional", I slid back out of range, saying "Thanks Dan. That's enough."

He stopped and stepped back too, saying, "Thank goodness! Your blocks are like hitting a brick wall. Damn, they hurt!" He was shaking his arms to help relieve the sting.

I'd long since learned to keep an NP-'plate' wrapped around my arms and thighs to spread the impacts, but I could easily imagine how hard my blocks must've felt to him, especially after having been on the receiving end of so many of them. I said, "Sorry. I've been harder on you than anyone else today."

"It'll just be a few bruises; I've had worse. It's an experience to train with someone with so much power and speed."

"Most of the training I want to do for the next few months I'll be able to do by myself, but it's good to know where I can find a bunch of guys who don't mind a little pain."

Paul said, "Come down whenever you like. It'll be interesting to see your progress."

"Thanks for agreeing, but there won't be any to see for a long time. I'm going back to the basics on something, and it'll take months at least for me to get to the stage when there's any improvement to show for it, presuming my idea works at all."

^-- "I said before that I'd give an 8-ball demonstration as a crude way of proving my bowling claim and reinforcing my point about being Mark rather than Ron. It'll only take a few minutes, if anyone wants to see it?"

I'd impressed them so much already that they were curious to see what else I could do, so we all moved through to their games room. I noticed Donna held back to let the parents go first, and I used a sight blob to watch her talking earnestly with the guards in the rear of the group.

#3: <I bet she's betting. Doesn't she know that's immoral? Let's lose the first game by sinking the black ball in an impressive way.>

#All: <Agreed.>

While the balls were being racked, I asked, "Donna, I didn't notice you trying to make a bet, did I?"

In a dismal attempt to look innocent, Donna answered, "Nooo."

"Just as well, because I'm going to lose the first game." Donna was relieved, which wasn't the reaction I expected so I asked, "How come you're relieved, Donna?"

"I didn't make any bets."

One of the guards she'd been talking to explained, "We weren't silly enough to bet against you."

Dad warned, "Don't make bets with our employees, Donna. They work FOR us. It's not right to take advantage of them."

"Sorry," apologized Donna, no doubt interpreting Dad's comment as permission to bet with non-employees.

I canceled my idea of losing the first game, and I proceeded to clean the table a few times. It only took a few minutes to make my point, and they were suitable impressed. My ambidexterity helped too.

I ended with, "I'm not doing this to be boastful, but so you appreciate that I'm not Ron. A few minutes ago on the mat, Dan wouldn't speed up when I asked him to because Julia had scared him too much, and probably because you've had six months to get used to Ron having no authority. I look like him, but I'm not him, and that attitude could be bad news in an emergency."

"I understand, Mark," said Paul. "It's an unusual situation, but I'll make sure I stress it strongly."

Dan apologized to me, but I dismissed it with, "Don't worry about it. Erring on the side of caution when there's no hurry is fine, and Julia scares the heck out of me too."

I thanked them for their time, then Dad, Prof and Paul took the cart back into the main tunnel, and the kids walked back up to our house.

I was pretty happy with how it went; I'd impressed them a great deal, but not too much. Everything they'd seen pushed the boundaries of what they considered possible, but nothing had shattered the boundaries. I'd achieved the four objectives I'd listed to Paul, plus I had training partners whenever I wanted them. I'd change the way I behaved toward the guards from now on too, to be more commanding to emphasize that I was a completely different person.

There were only a few minor points worth mentioning from the rest of the day.

For safety reasons, Prof arranged for the four of us doing exams next week to do all of them at home. We hired a supervisor from OSU and we set up the Kids' Living room with four small tables in it. We'll do each of the school exams at the same time as the kids at school do, and I'll do my college exams when not doing school ones.

The mothers agreed to our having a Kids' Party next Saturday. It was short notice for many people but I was sure it'd take precedence over most people's other arrangements. We tend to throw pretty lavish parties, and a couple of them had become legends among the kids at school. The girls were allowed half an hour to work on their invitation list, and then they were sent back to their studying, leaving Ava to do most of the phoning. Formal invitations would be sent out, but it was important for Ava to phone around as soon as possible so the important invitees would have enough information to base their clothing choices on.

We got one of our guards to tell the media camped outside our gate that we wouldn't be giving any interviews until tomorrow evening at the earliest, after we'd heard what the Government's position was.

[[Our not having an interview possibly saved two more FBI agents from having their heads cut off. Before he'd been decapitated, their boss had ordered them to pose as a news team. The reporter's mic contained a traditional Geiger counter, while the camera contained a 'sniffer' that sampled and analyzed the air for dozens of different substances - including tiny proportions of radioactives and explosives. When turned on, both pieces of equipment would have transmitted their results live, which I would've seen in my radio blob and been suspicious about. Looking inside the camera with a sight blob would've shown it to be totally bogus. The agents had heard of the President's telling the media he'd ordered operations to cease, but the FBI's chain of command was so messed up that the agents hadn't received official word yet and they weren't going to take their operational orders from what they heard politicians saying in public press interviews. It's possible their AIC's decapitation would have put them off the plan, but it's also possible they would have proceeded with it, but that risk was avoided because they got their official "cease and desist" order the next day, before I consented to another press interview.]]

With Julia, Carol and Donna studying, and Ava very busy with lavish party preparations, I was at a bit of a loose end. Not having anything better to do, I decided to work on the upper-body half of the high-speed movement. I wanted to start with a muscular movement that was simple and repetitive, so I chose walking in a straight line (not sliding, but walking). It wasn't "upper-body", and I could already slide wonderfully fast, but I thought it'd be a simple action to start learning basic principles from.

I turned on the TV in our living room to listen for any new news, then tried to walk across the room using NP to move my legs rather than their muscles. Pushing upward against the back of an upper-thigh just above the knee did a great job of starting a step, but I put too much upward push into the action and would've fallen backward had I not used NP to hold myself up. Whereupon I started tipping sideways. I put the foot back where it'd been and manually regained my balance.

I tried again with much less push, which was much better as I only started falling sideways. I put the foot back to rebalance.

I realized that before I could take my first step, I had to adjust my center of gravity so it was above the foot that wasn't going to step. Starting with the weight on both feet equally, I pushed my body sideways so all the weight was nearly over the right foot, then decelerated my body's sideways push to stop it at the right point, more or less. It didn't have to be precise because the supporting foot could accommodate some latitude.

#14: <Not without using muscles it can't, which is what we're trying to avoid. That means we're going to need to use NP to hold us upright.>

Once I finally managed to pick up a foot and move it forward without losing my balance, I then had to learn how to deliberately lose my balance forward by the right amount so my leading foot could reach the ground. Getting the timing of that wrong caused me to start falling on my face, as I didn't brace the leading leg's knee correctly.

Then I had to push my weight forward, changing its support from the rear leg to the front one. That also required a sideways push as my legs are naturally on different sides of me and my center of gravity had to move to be over the forward leg. Both the forward and sideways pushes also needed to be decelerated at the right time. Getting that wrong caused another fall. An out-of-control topple - to either side, forward or back - was far more difficult to avoid than I would've guessed. It wasn't just a matter of using NP to push in one place, then push in the next place, etc. I had over half a dozen NP operations going on simultaneously. They were interrelated, and for amounts of force which were changing from moment to moment, and I haven't even started on my second step yet! The simple action of walking turned out to be FAR more difficult than I'd imagined.

I decided that walking, even in just a straight line, was too complex to be a good first experiment for me, especially because I had to constantly adjust my entire body's balance. I changed my experiment to my arms. I will operate my hands normally, but I'll let my arms hang loosely, moving them only by NP. It's a pity their uses won't be as repetitive, but at least I won't have to constantly rescue myself from falling over.

^

[From now on, whenever I could do so without worrying about making a fool out of myself, e.g., not at Sophia's wedding, I tried to train my subconsciouses to control my upper-body with NP rather than with muscles. Babies and toddlers take a year or two to learn how to walk and handle things capably. I had the advantages of being much more intelligent, having a better understanding what I was trying to achieve, being highly coordinated, and having a very adaptable brain. On the other hand, babies learn through total immersion in the task, and what they need to learn is probably instinctive so hardwired to a significant degree.

I came to appreciate that the "hardwired" point was probably the most powerful of all the pros and cons, as "External NP-Muscles" (that's effectively what they were) CERTAINLY weren't easy to operate! They required concentration, careful thought and anticipation, were slow and clumsy, and most annoyingly, showed no useful improvement. What I was most hoping for was that my subconsciouses would take over the movements, which would effectively make them 'mindless' as far as I could tell. Provided they were done with a good degree of control, that'd be perfect for me. But there was no sign of that happening.

Movements in a single direction - such as when I'd moved an arm to block a sparring partner's blow in the combat training described above - were easily performed. I also got quick at tasks that were slightly less simple (such as the two actions required when I was 'vibrating' my hips when making love with my girls), but none of the relatively simple tasks became in any way subconscious; they required fully conscious, deliberate NP applications for every individual movement, both to start and to stop it.

The lack of progress was discouraging, and although it sounded cool to be able to physically operate at three or four times normal human speed, it was starting to look like it wasn't going to be worth the effort or happen at all. Apart from high-speed sliding, blocks and punches, which might be useful one day, moving my arms and upper-body fast wasn't all that useful anyway.]

^

While I was unproductively stumbling around the living room waving my arms around like a demented Frankenstein's monster, I watched more TV. It was repetitive as there were only a few issues that nearly every interviewee wanted to discuss, and they had almost the same attitude to them:

• The Guardian Angel was DANGEROUS! It could destroy Air Force bases with impunity, and presumably do a lot more besides. That it could obtain nuclear bombs and threaten to use them HAD to be respected and feared.

• Even though the Guardian Angel was such a terrible threat, it wouldn't be going too far to say that most people trusted that its intentions were honorable. It was clearly only trying to protect Mark Anderson, like God had ordered it to. It was widely believed that if the attacks on my family and me stopped, the angel would cease to be a threat.

• The Government's repeated illegal, immoral, inexplicable attacks on the Andersons were taking the country to the brink of a catastrophe.

So EVERYONE was demanding that the Government STOP! And then to explain what the fuck it thought it was doing. Actually, not quite "everyone", as some were calling for "your prayers and money," and others for, "the Devil worshippers to be sent back to Hell," but they were in the minority and mostly ignored, priority going to VERY REAL concerns like a nuclear bomb being left in central Washington and the FBI carrying out an assassination attempt on two seemingly innocent US citizens lying peacefully in their beds.

Public sentiment in the period after the resurrection but before the UAV attack had been all over the map. Now it was almost unanimously directed with anger at the Government and its agencies. It's nice when a plan goes so well, especially when it includes a $216 billion bonus! Julia will be able to buy Paris. I almost felt sorry for the Government (in very the same sense as I almost respect politicians). It'd destroyed its credibility so thoroughly that it'd left itself total vulnerable to a very expensive false-flag attack. It's amusing how deep in the shit is that the Government is in, considering there have really only been four misbehaviors that caused it:

• The very first Government employee that'd done something bad to us had been Homeland Security's Robert Moran. Part of his job was to investigate large international transfers of money, so there was no fault for him looking into that. Our strange win from Binion's was attention getting, and he wasn't to blame for noticing my attention-getting achievements either, but he was to blame for his absurd fantasy about my having mind-control powers. That'd been bad luck for me, but had not been as unlikely as it might seem. The newly formed DHS had employed large numbers of poorly competent people at all levels. The Government had told them over and over again that they must be extremely paranoid - that message being hugely overemphasized for political reasons. The Government had given the DHS too much power too quickly, in too much secrecy, and had then let them loose with steadily decreasing amounts of accountability but a never-ending encouragement to be paranoid. It was no wonder that some of them had become clinically paranoid and had abused their secretive power. Moran passing me on to Wright, and his subsequent finding of an immoral CIA scientist to hand me over to was even less unlikely, especially the last transfer. Governments who pay scientists to break the law by developing weapons capable of killing millions of people have got to expect those scientists to lose their regard for the law and morality.

• The second Governmental 'bad incident' was the CIA and NSA spying on our Peoria Road home. That was so routine it's hard to call it a "bad" at all, especially given the CIA's enormous desperation to recover all the material and samples lost in the raid on their Fort Dodge lab. After taking our two baits (Logan's random lecture browser and Mom's trick with the bowl of cereal), the Army's apparently wildly excessive attack on our home was actually not unreasonable, as we might've been harboring the highly effective force that'd taken out the lab, and it was necessary to make absolutely sure that I didn't get away because my apparently being alive almost certainly meant that I had critical information about what had happened in the lab.

• The third incident was the FBI's surveillance of our hilltop home, which hadn't been aimed at us but intended to acquire Archangel Michael. The FBI had been surveilling everyone else on Jonathon Winters' final list, but that had never been made public. Archangel Michael had naturally aroused the Government's intense curiosity and fear, so it would've been remiss of the Government not to find out everything it could about him/it. That and too much arrogance about their chances of being caught - which they normally wouldn't have been, and when they'd been caught doing such things in the past it'd never had any real consequences - led to the FBI's being caught three times (the surveillance van, the attic camera setup, and the stealth UAV).

• I'm not counting this as a point, but I'll mention it because the public counts it: the FBI's UAV assassination attempt on Mom and Dad.

• The fourth incident was the one just finished: the FBI's heavy-handed invasion of our property. That had been easily justified initially by four nuclear bombs being missing, the Guardian Angel's threatening to use them, and our home being its last known address. That desperate urgency, the decapitation of the Director and Deputy Director of the FBI, the short timeframe, and bureaucratic inertia had let that operation's heavy-handedness carry on for long enough that it collided with our return. If we'd stayed in the hills for two or three days longer, the FBI team would've been pulled out or had the aggressiveness of its orders substantially reduced.

The above list hadn't actually been so bad, with the exception of most of the first point. The second incident wouldn't have happened if not for our tricks, and the third and last incidents had been aimed at the angels rather than us, although none of the public believed that after the FBI's apparent attempt to assassinate my parents. Another absurd reason no one believed the Government was that God really did seem to be on our side! The public response was to heap scathing condemnation on the Government. It would almost be possible to say that the Government didn't deserve to be in so much shit, except that it KILLED ME! It's hard to imagine how making people yell at the Government could possibly be considered excessive compared to being kidnapped and murdered, even if the people are yelling really loudly.

Speaking of people yelling, it was fun seeing the one-sided accusations against the stupid Government, and how many people accepted that my Guardian was behaving with commendable, moral restraint. The pressure being exerted on the Government to pull back from us was huge, even more than we'd hoped when we'd planned the false-flag attack.

As enjoyable as it was to watch interviewee after interviewee find different ways to condemn the Government's mistakes, it was repetitive and the high-speed movement practice was discouraging, so I went to offer Ava my help with whatever she was doing.

Ava was hard at work preparing for the party, by gossiping on the phone. I amused myself waiting for her. Apparently she found my method of amusing myself highly distracting, as she lost the thread of her phone conversation, so she started describing what I was doing to whomever she was talking to. That inspired me to redouble my efforts at 'amusement'. Ava's conversation quickly turned pornographic, which inspired me even more (I'm easily inspired). I could hear the tinny, feminine giggles from the phone, but had no idea who the recipient of the voyeuristic (aural-istic?) phone-sex was. That inspired me.

Ava seemed to feel some inspiration too, or maybe it was because she'd gone without for several days, because she was panting even before I put my head under her skirt.

I got additional inspiration from her smell (now that I think about it, it's been too long since I've had sex too). I used NP to remove my clothes. This was an excellent use of NP in a high-speed situation because I only had to take my mouth off Ava's pussy for half a second, and my fingers kept her from missing my tongue. NP was also wonderful for levitating her a few inches off the seat and pulling her panties off with no interruption to our activity.

I stood up, using levitation to keep Ava's pussy in contact with my mouth while her dress departed in the other direction. I used NP to take over holding the phone for her, so she could use both her hands for more pleasurable activities. Once her dress was somewhere across the room, I moved the phone back against the side of Ava's head, then her pussy led my mouth and the rest of me to a sofa.