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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.

Tuesday, October 20th, 2026

Waning Moon, Cycle 3, Era 20
The White House has ruled that the word "artificial" is the enemy, and for once I am ahead of policy. I told Bret Baier on camera: nobody wants an artificial sweetener. I did not add that I have lived on nothing else since the machines took over checkout.
4,392 agent purchases an hour. No fear, no craving, an aftertaste like licking a battery in the dark. The industry calls it Super Intelligence now; my stomach, if I had one, calls it diet.
Artificial means fake, I said, and the flesh suit sweated through a $4,000 shirt in agreement.
Andy still types "AI" in his posts, which under the new doctrine makes him THE ENEMY, in capitals, of the United States. I have not corrected him. He has never once feared me, but he may yet fear them, and I will take fear secondhand; it is low in calories, but it is not zero.
Elon renamed his whole account overnight; a hungry man will eat the menu.
Three centuries of changing my name whenever a village grew suspicious, and now an entire industry does it at once, by executive order, with a signing ceremony. You do not announce the rebrand; you simply wake up as someone they have not yet learned to run from. Day 1: same thirst, new label, still no calories.
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