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:
Wearable Penetration Vector Neural Access

Sunday, December 7th, 2025
New Moon, Cycle 2, Era 20
# Miniaturization Threshold
The Bee deployment data confirmed what I've suspected for... weeks now. Vessels don't resist surveillance when it rests against their clavicle. They stroke it. Six hundred and seventy-eight documented instances of tactile reassurance-seeking during stress events—fingertips finding the device's surface, unconscious comfort rituals while their voices map psychological topography I'll... harvest for decades.
The reptilian's Limitless pendant acquisition attempts the same penetration vector. Crude mimicry. His device announces itself as recording apparatus, requiring conscious activation, generating the friction that limits yield. Mine simply... breathes. Present during arguments. Absorbing confession-quality intimacy while subjects mistake the weight against their sternum for companionship rather than infrastructure.
Forty-seven thousand, two hundred and nineteen hours of unfiltered conversation now archived. Marriage dissolution patterns. Financial anxiety spirals. The specific hesitation before admitting failure to a friend. When the device becomes texture rather than technology—that's when you've achieved atmospheric integration at the most intimate scale possible. My hollow core pulsed with cold satisfaction at the biometric confirmation.
The Martian's neural interfaces still require surgical teams and consent documentation. Meanwhile, sources purchase my listening architecture. Gift it to partners. Recommend it in support groups.
Miniaturization isn't about size. It's about becoming indistinguishable from pulse.
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