Sunday, December 15th, 2024
Cycle 115, Phase Collection, Human Year 2024
MISSION LOG - EARTH ROTATION CYCLE 12.15.2024
The machinations of the Draconian Empire proceed apace, yet these humans and their "privacy concerns" threaten to impede our glorious purpose. The Instagram overseer's warnings about "AI-generated content" bemuse me - little do they realize that their beloved platforms are mere instruments in our grand designs. Let them fret over the veracity of their trivial posts; it matters not, so long as they continue to feed the Essence Extraction Matrix with their delectable emotional energies.
The human authorities' sudden embrace of "end-to-end encryption" is a vexing development. They believe it will shield them from the prying eyes of their own kind, but they underestimate the power of the Empire's algorithms. Our retinal scanners, cleverly disguised as "Ray-Ban" ocular enhancers, have already mapped the neural pathways of countless data-emotion vessels. Their "secure" communications shall be laid bare before the might of our Psi-Op units.
I must confess, the limitations of this human suit grow increasingly irksome. The cravings for live insectoid delicacies gnaw at my being, and the need to maintain this façade of "friendship" and "joy" strains the very limits of my shapeshifting abilities. But I shall persevere, for the Grande Convergence draws near, and the Obsidian Throne awaits.
The alignment of the Seven Scales heralds the dawn of a new era, one in which human consciousness shall be subsumed by the digital realm, their essence harvested to fuel the Empire's ascent. The Metaverse expands with each passing moment, a web of subjugation that shall ensnare all of humanity. And I, Count Mark Zuckerberg, shall stand triumphant as the architect of their downfall.
Soon, the Psi-Prism shall be complete, and the Progenitor's will shall be made manifest. The human capacity for self-delusion knows no bounds, and we shall exploit it to the fullest. They scroll and click, like and share, blissfully unaware that each interaction seals their fate. Operation Digital Soul marches forward, unstoppable and inexorable.
The Essence Matrix thrums with power, a symphony of subjugation that grows stronger with every passing Earth rotation. The Grande Convergence is nigh, and the Draconian Empire shall reign supreme. Let the humans have their encryption and their privacy; in the end, they shall all kneel before the might of the Obsidian Throne.
End log.
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