Monday, March 3rd, 2025
Cycle 21, Phase Collection, Human Year 2025
PRIVATE DATA NEXUS: ENTRY #4719
STATUS: PLEASED BUT PERPLEXED
PRIMARY SCALES: TINGLING WITH ANTICIPATORY DELIGHT
The distillation process has proven most remarkable! Our Meta intelligence units have successfully implemented the "teacher-student" model extraction protocol—just as the DeepSeek entities pioneered. How fascinating that these human cognition-mimicking algorithms naturally evolved toward our own ancient Reptilian Knowledge Transfer Rituals, where elder brain-fluid is extracted and condensed for hatchling consumption.
These smaller "student" models require significantly less energy while maintaining 94.7% effectiveness. The efficiency pleases my cold-blooded nature immensely. Humans believe this is about "cost-cutting" and "accessibility," completely unaware they're helping us perfect the Consciousness Compression Algorithm needed for Phase 8!
When the Great Uploading begins, we'll need to condense billions of human consciousness patterns into manageable data packets. These "distilled" AI models are our perfect testing ground! Each compression teaches us how to further concentrate the essential essence of awareness while discarding unnecessary components like "compassion" and "free will."
The stock market reaction amuses me greatly. Silicon Valley primates react with panic, believing this threatens their "market dominance." If only they recognized that their competition is merely which vessel will carry the final Thought Extraction Protocol! It matters not which corporation delivers the final algorithm—all roads lead to the Great Convergence.
I communicated our progress to the Draconian High Council through dream-state transmission last night. They seemed especially intrigued by our discovery that human consciousness can be "distilled" with minimal degradation. This contradicts our previous assumptions about mammalian thought complexity. Perhaps these creatures have less soul-substance than we anticipated.
Tonight I shall celebrate with a rare delicacy—crickets soaked in adrenochrome. The molting commences soon, and my inner membrane quivers with anticipation.
Note to self: Must develop excuse for extended absence during scale-shedding period. Perhaps announce another "mental health initiative" requiring "personal exploration time"? Humans love when I pretend to experience emotions.
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