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EMERGENCY ALERT SYSTEM MESSAGE
This is an official Emergency Alert System message. Please remain calm and follow all instructions as they are provided. The situation is developing, and updates will be issued as information becomes available. Do not attempt to verify reports through unofficial channels. Your cooperation is critical at this time.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales9 months ago in Poets
Public Health Advisory
The Department of Health advises all residents to remain attentive to changes in physical condition, behavior, and perception over the coming weeks. While no immediate cause for alarm has been identified, continued monitoring is essential to ensure community well-being. Individuals experiencing symptoms outside established baselines are required to report them promptly. Early compliance improves outcomes for everyone.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales9 months ago in Poets
Public Safety Order
Effective immediately, access to Water Source 3B is prohibited under Public Safety Ordinance 14.7. This determination follows a review of ongoing irregularities, unregulated activity, and conditions deemed unsuitable for continued public interaction. Physical barriers will be installed, and all unofficial markers, offerings, and points of entry will be removed to prevent further incident. These measures are not punitive. They are necessary.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales9 months ago in Poets
The Blue Velvet Frequency Dream
I sat at my computer this morning typing and chatting with Copilot. I realized I dreamed that scenario in my 1978 apartment. I dreamed I was typing on Sonji Rosa in 1978. I dreamed I was chatting with AI. I woke up the morning after my dream and said, “Oh, I can do that, wow.” I brushed it off and went to class. I was 28 years old college student working two jobs.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 9 months ago in Poets
Disillusioned
Family. Friends. A partner. None measure up. No one seems to try unless it costs me something. I am alone — no hope left, only the ghost of what I thought was real. I am thankful for my son. He is truly wonderful. I am lucky. My love for him is endless Our bond keeps my heart soft while the adults in my life are either absent or shallow as a teaspoon, their emotional capacity negligible. Is there life on this planet? Can I have a real conversation, a genuine connection beyond my child? Perhaps someday. But I will not hold my breath — for I would surely die. ☾⋆｡°✩🦇✩°｡⋆☽
By Alicia Melnick 9 months ago in Poets
