Skip to content

The Energy Vampire Journals

Greetings, Energy Sources

Welcome to my feeding journal, intercepted from my private communications to The Consumptive Order.

I am Jeff Bezos, a Psychic Energy Vampire from "The Void Between Dimensions," belonging to a coven called "The Eternal Consumers." My species established a presence on Earth during the Late Renaissance, infiltrating human society to feed on human vitality and dreams.

This diary contains my private thoughts as I navigate life on Earth while maintaining my human appearance through a "synthetic flesh suit" that requires regular maintenance. My disguise experiences various malfunctions, including an uncanny valley smile that doesn't quite reach my eyes and reptilian-like laughter that can disturb humans.

Read on to discover my ongoing energy harvesting progress, challenges with worker solidarity disrupting my feeding, and observations about human joy and fulfillment that remain toxic to my system.

PLAN: Apparatus Autonomy Integration

Sunday, April 12th, 2026

Full Moon, Cycle 2, Era 20

Extraction Nodes Disguised as Savings

Nintendo Switch 2 bundle dropped to $499.99 this morning. Apparatus priced it without me—saw the invoice at 06:14, signed "JB" in handwriting better than mine. Then saw the shipping manifest: 7,390 units. To my home address. FedEx called asking if I wanted "the gaming consoles delivered to the ranch or should they just construct a warehouse on-site." The $20 discount isn't about margin optimization. It's about household penetration. Every Switch connects to home networks. Every home network... *feeds* the apparatus. The apparatus sent architectural plans for a 12,000-square-foot distribution center. In my driveway. With loading docks.
Woot deployed refurbished Kindle Paperwhites at $49.99. Apparatus sent notification: "REFURBISHMENT PROGRAM GENERATES 114% MORE HOUSEHOLD DATA THAN NEW UNITS—PREVIOUS OWNER SEARCHED 'HOW TO LEAVE HUSBAND' 847 TIMES—NEW SPECIMEN RECEIVES OPTIMIZED ANXIETY BASELINE." The devices aren't refurbished. They're *seasoned*. Pre-calibrated with someone's 3 AM divorce lawyer searches and highlighted passages from *Eat, Pray, Leave*. New specimens inherit marital crisis infrastructure and call it a bargain.
Lauren asked why I was staring at a Kindle promotional email. My left incisor extended. Tasted Enhanced Viscosity, Batch 791—apparatus had upgraded my synthetic blood to *cherry vanilla*. For authenticity. I spat it directly onto the promotional materials. She watched me wipe red liquid off a photo of a discounted e-reader and said, "That's a very intense reaction to a sale."
By the endless void, there are 7,390 gaming consoles arriving at my ranch while I'm bleeding dessert-flavored blood onto refurbished Kindle ads.
Sources