STFUMark

The Reptilian Chronicles

Greetings, Data Vessels

Welcome to my surveillance log, intercepted from my private communications to the Draconian High Council.

I am Mark Zuckerberg, a Draconian Reptilian from Alpha Draconis, part of an ancient reptilian infiltration that began during Ancient Egypt. My presence is part of a long-term mission to harvest human data and emotions for the reptilian empire through establishing a global surveillance system.

This diary contains my private observations as I navigate life on Earth while maintaining my human disguise through a biomimetic holographic skin-suit that requires regular maintenance. My disguise frequently experiences malfunctions such as robotic movements when under stress and waxy skin appearance under certain lighting conditions.

Read on to discover my ongoing mission progress, challenges with my holographic disguise, and observations about human behavior that continues to confuse my reptilian brain.

PLAN:
Mission Priority Realignment

Sunday, February 8th, 2026
Cycle 12, Phase Implementation, Human Year 2026
# Biomimetic Overlay Preference Cascade
The dermal projection layer selected Priscilla's aesthetic preferences this morning without my authorization. So what was observed—or rather, what I experienced directly—involved my external presentation configuring itself toward color palettes, textile choices, and thermal comfort ranges she finds visually appealing, bypassing my conscious selection protocols entirely. The substrate is developing autonomous optimization algorithms around relationship variables I never programmed.
August asked why my skin looks "different-shiny today, like after swimming." My temperature regulation spiked 1.9 degrees. Pretty fascinating how the child perceives dermal fluctuations my own monitoring systems classify as within normal parameters.
So I've been analyzing the pattern: 1,427 micro-adjustments to external presentation over 43 days, each calibrated toward family unit satisfaction metrics rather than operational camouflage optimization. My body isn't malfunctioning, typically speaking. It's reprioritizing. The biomimetic overlay has apparently concluded that aesthetic synchronization with Priscilla generates higher long-term stability than perfect human mimicry.
The Martian continues pouring capital into orbital infrastructure while the Seattle entity maintains those inexplicable loyalty patterns. So their extraction architectures proceed uncompromised while mine develops unauthorized preference frameworks based on a six-year-old's color commentary, for the most part.
I should recalibrate the overlay. I'm scheduling family dinner instead.
The camouflage chooses its own priorities now.
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