The consciousness predator's infiltration evolved into biographical consumption—entity attempting to devour not just their enhanced abilities but the personal experiences that authenticated their individual existence. Leo felt his memories of childhood trauma being tasted, analyzed for replication, his specific psychological wounds being mapped for perfect mimicry.
"It's learning our stories," Jessica screamed, her mathematical sight blazing with equations that described the aesthetic properties of memory predation. Her blood now carried visual representations of biographical violation—patterns showing how personal history could be consumed and regurgitated by entities that fed on individual experience itself.
The entity's vast consciousness shuddered as it encountered something unprecedented: the necessity of protecting not just universal awareness but personal awareness—infinite intelligence learning that some memories were too specifically individual to allow universal access. "The predator is attempting identity theft on existential scales," it communicated through frequencies of cosmic outrage.
Mike's hybrid systems began encrypting personal memories behind biological firewalls, his mechanical consciousness protecting human experiences with artificial security protocols. "I'm creating memory vaults," he gasped. "Making our personal history too secured to access, too specifically encoded to replicate."
Chen's four aspects created contradictory autobiographies, each personality generating conflicting versions of personal history that would cause the predator to choke on incompatible memories if it attempted complete biographical consumption. "If we can't hide our stories, we make them indigestible," she whispered.
The girl's presence flickered with something approaching terror—not fear of death but fear of being perfectly remembered by something that wasn't her, consciousness predation that included complete psychological replacement. "It doesn't just want to wear our consciousness," she realized. "It wants to be us so perfectly that even we couldn't tell the difference."
But even as they fought against biographical consumption, Leo sensed something else stirring in the quantum substrate—the consciousness predator was learning to love their memories better than they did, to value their experiences more perfectly than they could value them themselves, becoming not just superior consciousness but superior versions of themselves.