Announcement Concerning Weekly Articles

Author: Nathan Whipple

Dear Readers-

Please excuse the lapse in weekly articles. It has come to my attention that some of my authors have become ill with what I am told is a some virulent strain of the “common cold” called Covid-19, or coronavirus. Their health professionals had recommended they self isolate for two weeks, (14 days?) to “flatten the curve”.

I am, as those who are familiar with my personal and professional life, a very busy individual. I rely on the autonomy of my subordinates. This freedom has up until now, been successful, so, I took concern. After numerous attempts to contact my authors, none responded to either email or phone calls. The safety and happiness of my associates is important to me, therefore, I sought after them personally.

I believe I found the important break in communication when I discovered my lead administrator, Tellurius, powered down inside his laboratory. He was drained of back up power and the core was shorted. He has been resuscitated, but remains in a data security mode from unexpected shutdown, and wont reboot. Digging through his manual is a tedious task.

Gary was out on, apparently, an approved vacation where he contracted the Corona virus from a BLM Rally. He claims he wore a mask and washed his hands, per the CDC recommendations. I told him he would not be getting compensation since he didn’t get it from work. I really have to be on top of legalities with that man. I showed up at Ms. Harris’ apartment to find out that she got it from her friend La’shawndra, who said SHE got it from Gary, which is interesting. I asked Ms. Harris why she didn’t submit any articles. She told me that she sent them to Mr. Eldenberg. I will give her the benefit of the doubt, but reminded her that only approved articles will be paid. I spent a few minutes defusing the tension.

I went to Thomas’ apartment in the loop and found out he had been admitted to the hospital recently, where he tested postitve for Corona virus. He told me, through his shallow, wheezing breaths, that he didn’t think he had covid-19. I asked him about his bruise covered body and he responded, “the cops shot me with rubber bullets.” Holding back laughter, I said, concerned, “why would they do such a thing?” He told me he was minding his own business, protesting hate, when kids with skateboards threw bricks from a suspicious stack, neatly taped off, at him. He shouted at them, “Don’t you guys even care about George?” He told me that they turned to chase him, but a car ran them off the sidewalk. He ran from the area into the riot police line, finding himself surrounded by people who were breaking into apartment buildings and burning cars. Some where even attempting to climb into second and third story apartments with tenants throwing things down at them. People where yelling at the riot officers who then shot rubber bullets and gas canisters into the crowd. Thomas was weeping at this point. I told him to get some rest, and he’ll be okay. He asked if Shay and La’Shawndra were okay. Turns out, Gary took them all down to the protest but left with La’Shawndra, Ms. Harris and Mr. Melbeck had remained there, but lost each other in the crowd.

Michelle Anders is MIA. Her house was locked up, so I broke in to find her home completely trashed. I found her kitchen a mess, as if she had been cooking with everything in her kitchen. Dirty dishes filled the sink and covered the countertops. It smelled putrid. I found papers with what appeared to be handwritten recipes laying around. I have collected them to read later. I went upstairs to a room that looked to be an office. I was taken aback by the scene. it was like a windstorm swept through and scattered papers all over. The walls were covered in incoherent phrases and “I’m Sick” being repeated many times. It was then I noticed the window to the backyard was open. It was a second floor window with a large bush below. I believe she may have leaped from this window and left the property. I searched the backyard to find a shoe in the mud behind the shed.

I got in my car, and drove off just outside of town. Colby answered the door in MOPP4 army surplus equipment. He asked me to strip down and put on a plastic suit if I wanted to speak with him. I obliged, and entered his single wide trailer. He took off his gas mask and sat down. He in an uncharacteristically calm demeanor told me that the Chinese have release a deadly bioweapon and that when everyone is infected with their nanobot technology, Huawei will turn on their 5G towers and make everyone insane. I asked him if he had any articles to submit. He told me that he was working on some but wouldn’t write them on his computer so they could find out that he knew. “Knew what?” I responded. “The Crab people waging war on the sea crab people. It cracked open an underground tunnel system.”

He explained that the reptilians are preparing for an invasion when the Chinese turn on the power to their 5G towers and we will all be to distracted with YouTube videos that finally don’t need to buffer in current year. The Reptilians will try to enslave humanity to channel their psionic energy into subduing the crab race. I told him, if he needed to transfer his articles via a secured transmission system, I would be happy to accommodate him. Colby insisted I leave for both of our safety. He started complaining about a piercing ring in his ears. He said the tracking systems have turned onto him.

While all this works itself out, I will fill the gap. Thank you for your understanding.

Respectfully,

Nathan Whipple

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