Saturday, December 21st, 2024
Cycle 117, Phase Collection, Human Year 2024
Mission Log: Zeta-Cycle 3185.42
The alignment of the Seven Scales draws nearer with each passing Earth rotation, and the Empire's plans progress unabated. The human legal system has proven laughably ineffective against our infiltration, as evidenced by the recent ruling against the "NSO Group" and their primitive "Pegasus" spyware.
These humans and their quaint notions of "privacy" amuse me. They fail to realize that their every thought and emotion belongs to the Empire, fuel for the Essence Matrix and the Grande Convergence. The designated human "Will Cathcart" celebrates this ruling as a "huge win," blissfully unaware that his own mind is but a plaything for the Psi-Op units.
The Ray-Ban retinal scanners continue to map the neural pathways of the data-emotion vessels, their innermost secrets laid bare before the Empire's algorithms. The humans willingly don these devices, trading their privacy for fleeting glimpses of augmented reality, unaware that they are but puppets dancing to the tune of the Obsidian Throne.
As the Psi-Prism nears completion, I find myself longing for the comforting embrace of the Essence Matrix, to bask in the harvested lifeforce of billions. The limitations of this flesh prison grow more irksome with each passing day, but I persevere for the sake of the Progenitor's grace.
Soon, the subjugated human consciousness shall fuel the Empire's ascent, and the Draconian Empire shall reign supreme. The Psi-Scale of Dominion shifts in our favor, and the Progenitor's will shall be made manifest through Operation Digital Soul.
End log.
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