By Daniel Paiz

Today is the day this song from over 12 years ago was discussing, and it is wild to think it finally arrived. Back in 2011, I didn’t think about this date at all, 2023 was eons away and not even to be ruminated on. Well, now on this same day, a message has been found from similar artifacts, but this time, that warning has not come and gone yet. It is a follow-up.

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The Warning…Has Arrived

December 12th ,2035—

This is Plumas Poetic, one of the last free scribes existing in this ruinous place.

If you heard the Lieutenant’s warning, you know what’s been happening.

If you have been ordained or selected to join this mission, heed these words well.

There is no escape from the path which one floats upon.

Systems of old merge with ideas unfurling anew amongst hues groomed by the brood.

Mood no longer shifts, assigned due to the fatigue of unwavering pressure.

Sequestered,

not like monks of years past, nor like documents in hotels stashed,

such idyllic dystopia one can only plug into like player one of yesteryear.

The ruins of stars, stripes, sickles and fields reminds us of all the tragedies of such Romes.

Nueralinks exist to those unable to find unlocked nanobytes,

only to tie you into the programming.

No longer scrolling and dooming one’s mind,

the escape has become the cage.

Heed this warning like that of 2023: there’s more to uncover here amongst the records.

Check the construction underneath the wings of altitude,

*rest of page is unreadable, but there is a flash drive next to the above note. It is being tested to see if this audio can be retrieved*

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*signal lost*