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neon-mind-palace · 2 years

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CONCORD VOICE, Issue 647

Celestial date 122/2070

An Eye for Perfection: An Exclusive Interview With Laura Fritte

_TEXT TRANSCRIPT FROM CONCORD VOICE AIR DATE 119/2070_

Cuttler: "I feel my esteemed guest should require no introduction, as her name, folks, is basically synonymous with elegance. Her work is adorned by superstars and paragons, her craftsmanship is legendary, and... Well, damn me for saying that even as she enters the room, the very presence she commands is awesome. Ladies and Gentlemen, peoples from all across the Sprawl, allow me to introduce to you: Laura Fritte!"

[AUDIENCE APPLAUSE]

Fritte: "Thank you, darling, it's so good to see you here again."

Cuttler: "Well, last time I saw you, you didn't have those, did you?" She motions to Laura's metal wings protruding from her shoulder blades.

Fritte: "Ah yes, these are new," Laura chortles. "Chromatic wings, an idea I had while working on a client. Now, I'm not one to brag, but these surely are some of my finest works of art." She furls them out and gives the audience a show of sparkles, the light of the stage somehow bouncing off of the metallic feathers and illuminating the studio.

Cuttler: "Wow, beauty incarnate, right everyone?" she gestures to Laura, whose wings fold neatly onto her back as she sits down. "Such a pleasure to have you here. Might I ask what client it was that mused you, gave you this idea? Knowing your clientele, it's someone we all know, right? I mean, your work has been featured in media reels and highlighted by some big names. Hell, for all I know, it coulda been someone I've had on my show before!"

Fritte: "Sorry, Myrta," she laughs, "but unfortunately I am still a certified doctor, so professional-patient confidentiality seals my lips. I wouldn't want to lose my CARS liscence, now would I?"

Cuttler: "I understand. For those who don't know - which if you don't know, then crawl out from that deep dark corner of the Marrow you've been living in - Laura Fritte's speciality is cybernetic modification, but you always describe your specific realm of this profession differently, don't you?"

Fritte: "Ahh, I like to think of it as art, simple as that. Some people create sculptures, film reels, build starcrafts, forge magic. There's all kinds of art, in many forms all across the Sprawl, much of it completely unique to anything else. That is why I do what I do, I like to think that I offer the chance for a person to be a completely unique being, someone who has a work of art that makes them entirely singular. In an era where mass production makes him look like her and them look like everyone else, where people clamor after the next update or model, where aesthetic is marketed to a demographic rather than tailored to an individual... I dunno, it feels like no one can lay claim to anything, no one can stake their name on something. What I offer is the ability to do just that, to have something that no other person in the galaxy can lay claim to."

Cuttler: "That's right, every single Fritte design is made from scratch with each of your clients, and you make it a point to not repeat yourself again. None of your somacrafts have ever been replicated authentically, and none of your designs are patented. Is it true that after every work of art you complete, you dispose of the blueprint data and forget about it?"

Fritte: "Oh, that's a fun one. Yes, the data I dispose of, so as to not let my designs fall into the wrong hands," she jokes to the audience. "Despite my career, I'm not a sentimental woman, so I don't feel the need to collect them, or even use them as reference. Part of me believes that starting completely from scratch makes each project - each art piece I install onto a client - exotic and divorced from one another. After all, I also believe a person's identity is one of the few things we can each say is our own, right? When my client comes to me, I don't want their commission to be influenced by anything else other than the client and I."

Cuttler: "I can respect that. It's true that one of your many claims to fame is that you don't exactly stick to an art style, in fact you've created a very wide range of art installations. I've seen your work be simple and classy, complex and intricate, I've seen your work spin and glow and even shoot fire! If I recall, Venton Prinze's new third eye, that's your craftsmanship?"

Fritte: "Sure, he was a very gracious client, very much like he is in the reels. I love working on eyes, as well... They say that eyes are beacons to the soul, I believe is how the old saying goes... Me, I've restored sight to some and even given extrasentory visual input to those that desire it. I've often wondered if my works of art are capable of being a gateway into oneself, or if the technology that I install into people is just that."

Cuttler: "That's quite a thought."

Fritte: "Well, the client is often unconscious when I perform the installation surgery on them, so the silence of my operating theater and the whirring of my tools gives me time to think."

Cuttler: "I imagine so. Speaking of the surgery, another thing you're famous for is your medical prowess. An unprecedented zero clients of yours have ever exhibited signs of the techno-turn or any other cyberware-related illnesses, and you take extra care to make sure that the 'ganic portions of the body remain healthy and regenerate naturally around the cyberware."

Fritte: "Yes, like I said, I am still a medical professional at the end of the rote. My speciality may be bodily augmentations, but due to my knowledge of the biological form of every Concorded species, I could perform emergency surgery on any part of a person's body to save their life if I were needed to."

Cuttler: "I thought you said you weren't one to brag, Laura." Laughter echoes from the audience.

Fritte: "Okay, I'll stop stating facts if you want," Laura snaps back jokingly.

Cuttler: "Alright, let's talk about the most recent development in your career. You told me recently that your talents have been relocated to none other than the CSC Courte Nebulae? Please tell us all about that, because I'm sure all of us common folk would love to hear an inside scoop on what the Courte is like."

[AUDIENCE HOOTS IN AFFIRMATION]

Fritte: "Ahh, yes, it was quite the high honor to get that invitation from them. For the audience out there, all I can say is..." she pauses for a moment. "The news reels don't do it justice. You've never imagined a place more opulent and pictureqsue. I'm very excited to work aboard the Courte."

Cuttler: "Have you taken the time to visit the church of Legacy yet?"

Fritte: She chuckles breathily and waves her hand. "No no, not yet. Maybe soon."

Cuttler: "I understand, I'm sure you're buried in work, huh?"

Fritte: "Yes, the clients have been flocking into my shop, business is good."

Cuttler: "Then I had better not keep you from it. Everyone, please give a round of applause again for our guest, Laura Fritte!"

Laura stands and blows her fingers to the audience, waves her metallic wings through the air, hugs with Myrta Cuttler, and disembarks the stage.

_END TEXT TRANSCRIPT_

#Concord Voice #Myrta Cuttler #Laura Fritte #Courte Nebulae #somacrafts

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howlingday · 10 months

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Pokémon Au

Arc: Myrtenaster can I ask a question

Myrtenaster: Of course you can what is it?

Arc: When are you and Crocea Mors or mama Weiss and papa Jaune gonna have a egg?

Myrtenaster: ....I-you-I don't- how about we talk about something else.

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Crocea Mors slept soundly on Jaune's bed. After everything that has happened in the last few days, they all deserved it. It was a hard fought battle, after all.

A battle that they lost. In all his years of service, his century's worth of combat experience against Grimm, Pokémon, and people alike, he still failed in his duty to protect his trainer. And to a Poison-Type, no less. Once the corroded wounds had healed, the sting to his pride was all that remained.

'What troubles you, child?' Crocea Mors rumbled as the intruder drew closer. The Vulpix was but a pup, and hardly a threat at all.

'Can I ask you a question?' The pup asked.

'You just did.'

'Oh.' Their head down in thought. 'Can I ask another one?'

'Just... Ask your question.'

'When will you and Myrta- Myrdi- Murduh-'

'Myrtenaster?'

'Yeah!' Crocea Mors watched them bounce with excitement. 'When will you have an egg with her?'

'That is not my decision.'

'But what if she wanted to?'

'Does she want to?'

'W-Well, no-'

'Then this topic is useless.'

'W-Well, what about Mama and Papa?!'

'...Who?'

'Mama Weiss and Papa Jaune!'

Crocea Mors rumbled. Then rumbled again. Suddenly, his rumbling erupted into a screech as tears flowed from his eye! Jaune! Making an egg! The thought left him messily hysterical on the bed.

"What is going on in here?!" Weiss shrieked. "What is that awful sound?!"

'Mama!' Arc yelped happily.

"What's going on?" Jaune asked as he exited the bathroom. "Since when Crocea Mors can laugh?"

#submission #my submissions #rwby #rwby pokémon au #pokémon #aegislash #crocea mors #jaune arc #weiss schnee #myrtenaster

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is-the-primate-vid-cute · 2 years

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do you have any thoughts on the orangutan center at the indianapolis zoo? when i was younger it made me sad but i've now learned that zoos do in fact have the animal's best interests in mind so I'm wondering how that exhibit compares to other orangutan exhibits

All photos via Indianapolis Zoo

1 Community Plaza

2 R. B. Annis Atrium

3 Efroymson Family Exploration Hub: Meet orangutans up close and find out how you can protect them.

4 Cognitive Interaction Station: Work together with an orangutan using interactive technology.

5 Tim M. Solso Learning Studio: Watch as orangutans demonstrate their complex mental abilities.

6 Myrta Pulliam Hutan Trail: This tower and cable system allows orangutans to travel naturally throughout the Center.

7 North Oasis: An Oasis is a space where orangutans can choose to spend time on their own or in small groups.

8 West Oasis

9 East Oasis

10 Skyline Ride: Get an orangutan's view of the Simon Skjodt International Orangutan Center.

Okay this is actually amazing. The best habitats utilize choice and natural behaviors; these orangutans can choose their space and travel there via highlines that simulate the vines and branches orangutans would use in the wild. 10/10!

#mod E #indianapolis zoo #inquiring minds want to know #orangutan

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cruetrimeblog · 9 months

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The Unfortunate Story of H.H. Holmes

H.H. Holmes was born Herman Webster Mudgett in Gilmanton, New Hampshire in May 1861. His parents were Levi Mudgett and Theodate Price. Holmes was the third of five total children. His siblings' names were Ellen, Arthur, Henry, and Mary. The Mudgett's were a Methodist family. Many people believe that Holmes tortured animals and also suffered abuse from his father. However there has been no solid proof to back up either of these accusations.

Holmes graduated from high school at 16 years old and went on to be a teacher. He married a woman named Clara Lovering in July 1878. They went on to have a son named Robert in February of 1880.

Holmes enrolled in the University of Vermont when he was 18, but dropped out a year later. He then transferred to the University of Michigan where he studied medicine and surgery. He graduated in June 1884. After school Holmes worked as an apprentice to advocate of human dissection, Nahum Wight. After his crimes, Holmes admitted to using cadavers to commit insurance fraud in college.

Roommates of Holmes witnessed him be very abusive to Clara. She moved back home in 1884. She didn't talk to him very much afterwards. Holmes then moved to New York. It was rumored that he was the last one seen with a young boy before he disappeared. Holmes told everyone that the boy had gone back home to Massachusetts. There was no investigation into the boy's whereabouts, and Holmes quickly left town afterwards.

Holmes traveled to Philadelphia where he took on a job as a keeper at a hospital. He quit a few days later. He then accepted a job at a drug store. A boy died while Holmes worked there after taking medicine that was bought at that specific store. However, Holmes denied being involved. He then left Philadelphia and moved to Chicago. It is here that the officially changed his name to H.H. Holmes to avoid being exposed.

In a later confession, Holmes admitted to killing former classmate Robert Leacock for insurance money. However, it was confirmed that Robert actually died in his home in Canada 3 years later. While still being legally married to Clara, Holmes married a woman named Myra Belknap in Minneapolis. He filed for divorce just a few weeks later, claiming it was because Clara was unfaithful to him. These claims weren't ever proven, so the case was dismissed. It's possible that Clara never even knew the case had taken place. Their divorce was never finalized.

Holmes had a daughter with Myrta named Lucy Holmes 1889. She grew up to be a school teacher. Holmes married for yet a third time in January of 1894. This wife's name was Georgiana Yorke. He was still married to both Clara and Myrta at the time.

After moving to Chicago, Holmes got a job in a drugstore owned by Elizabeth Holton. Holmes would eventually buy the drugstore from her. It was rumored that Holmes had killed Elizabeth and her husband, but this was later proven to be a myth.

Holmes bought some land near to the drugstore. He began construction on a two story building in 1887. He planned to use the upper floor for apartments and retail space. The bottom floor would serve as a second drugstore.

Holmes added a third floor to the building in 1892. He explained that this floor would be used as a hotel of sorts. This section was never completed due to the contractors backing out of the deal after they found out that Holmes had been stealing materials from them.

Many of the rooms were soundproofed. The hallway resembled a maze with many pathways to nowhere. Several rooms were also equipped with chutes down to the basement. Holmes stored acid and lime in the basement which he later used as a crematorium for his victims. The builders notified the public of Holmes strange habits. This caused the investors of the hotel to back out. Many years after Holmes arrest, an unknown arsonist started a fire on the third floor which destroyed a large portion of the building. It was later rebuilt and used as a post office until 1938.

The hotel was mostly complete by 1892. The first floor was used as a storefront. The second floor held many elaborate torture rooms. The third floor held apartment space. Police decided to check out the hotel in 1894 while Holmes was away. The found many disturbing things inside: rooms with hinged walls and false partitions, secret passageways, gas pipelines leading to airtight rooms, and the chutes used by Holmes to transport bodies to the basement.

The basement held surgical tables and medical tools. Holmes used these to dissect his victims to then sell their organs and bones. He sold body parts to medical facilities on the black market.

One of Holmes' first victims was his mistress named Julia Smythe. Julia and her daughter Pearl went missing on Christmas Eve 1891. Holmes claimed that Julia died during an abortion, but what happened to them was never confirmed. Emeline Cigrande began working at the hotel in 1892 and was also likely a victim of Holmes. The disappearance of Edna Tassel has also been linked to Holmes.

Holmes met Benjamin Pitezel while working at Chemical Bank, and the two became close friends. Pitezel had a criminal history and soon became Holmes' right hand man.

Holmes met actress Minnie Williams when she moved to Chicago in 1893. He offered her a job as his personal stenographer, which she accepted. The two became close enough for Holmes' to convince Minnie to sign over some of her property to "Alexander Bond" which was one of Holmes' aliases.

Holmes would then sign the property over to Pitezel. Holmes and Minnie rented an apartment together in Chicago. After Minnie's sister Annie came to visit her, she wrote to her mother that the two sisters planned to go to Europe to visit "Brother Harry." The two sisters were last seen alive on July 5, 1893.

Several insurance companies were trying to prosecute Holmes for arson. So much so, that Holmes fled Chicago in 1894. He was spotted in For Worth, Texas where he had inherited property from the Williams' sisters. He planned on building another castle there to use to swindle suppliers.

Holmes was arrested for the first time in the same month. He was charged with selling mortgaged goods. He quickly posted bail and didn't spend long in jail. But while he was there he met Marion Hedgepeth, a famous Wild West outlaw. At this time, Holmes was planning to fake his own death to get $10,000 in life insurance money.

Holmes offered Hedgepeth $500 to give him the name of a trustworthy attorney. He gave him the name of attorney Jeptha Howe. Jeptha thought Holmes' insurance plan was genius. However, the plan ultimately failed when the insurance company became suspicious and refused to pay up. Holmes quickly adjusted his plan to claim insurance money on Pitezel instead.

Pitezel agreed to fake his own death so that his wife could collect the $10,000. She agreed to split it with Holmes and Jeptha. Holmes originally planned to use a cadaver as the fake dead Pitezel, but found it easier to just kill him instead. Holmes chloroformed Pitezel and burned his body.

Holmes collected the insurance money and even manipulated Pitezel's widow into signing over custody of three of her five children over to him. Holmes traveled with the children all throughout American and Canada.

Holmes managed to keep all of this a secret from his wife. Holmes would later admit to killing two of the children by locking them in a trunk. He drilled a hole into the trunk to insert a tube connected to a gas line causing the children to asphyxiate. He buried their bodies in the cellar of the house he was renting at the time.

Philadelphia policeman Frank Geyer was appointed to the case of the missing children. He ultimately found their bodies in Holmes' home. Frank then headed to Indianapolis in search of him. Holmes had been spotted at a pharmacy there. He was purchasing drugs to use to kill the third child. He had also been spotted sharpening knives at a repair shop. He later used those knives to dismember the child. He burned the child's remains in his fireplace where bone fragments and teeth were later discovered.

Holmes didn't stop killing until he was arrested again in November of 1894 in Boston. He was located by the Pinkertons Detective Agency. He had a warrant out for her arrest in Texas for horse theft. His wife was very shocked to find all of this out.

Police began investigating the murder castle in July 1895. Surprisingly, there was no sufficient evidence found against Holmes in Chicago. Some people even began to believe that the torture rooms were a myth.

Holmes was put on trial for Pitezel's murder in October 1895. He was found guilty and sentenced to death. Holmes later admitted to 27 murders and 6 attempted murders. The Hearst newspaper paid Holmes $7,500 for his confession. However parts of his confession were proved to be untrue. There were several "victims" of Holmes that were later found to still be alive.

Holmes described his wife differently depending on who asked him about it. Sometimes he claimed he was innocent, while other times he claimed to be possessed by the devil. Because he lied so often throughout his life, the truth is hard to come by. Holmes claimed to start resembling the devil more and more the longer he was in prison.

Holmes was hanged in Philadelphia on May 7, 1896. He was calm and friendly throughout the process. He wasn't upset or afraid. He requested for his body to be buried 10 feet down and to be encased in cement so that people wouldn't try to rob his grave. Holmes' neck didn't break which caused him to suffocate to death. He was pronounced dead after hanging for 20 minutes.

The murder castle mysteriously burned down in August 1895. It was reported that two men were seen near the building at around 8 pm that night. They could be seen leaving half an hour later. After the fire ended, police found a gas can near the back steps. The building was able to be repaired and was turned into a post office until it was torn down in 1938.

It was rumored in 2017 that Holmes may have managed to escape his execution. His body was exhumed for testing, but wasn't as decayed as it should have been due to being encased in cement. His clothes were preserved. His mustache was intact. However, DNA testing was done using Holmes' dental records, and the corpse is in fact his. Holmes was then reburied.

#crime #truecrime #dark #true creepy stories #serialkiller #macabre #morbid

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k00295251 · 3 months

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Artist Research - Giselle Ballet

03/02/24

The Wilis from the ballet Giselle really resonated with me with me as a concept. I’ve always been enamoured with them since I learnt about them as a child. They are the ghosts of women betrayed by their lovers who died before their wedding day. They take their revenge by dancing men to death at night.

The titular character Giselle is a peasant girl with a weak heart and a passion for dance, though exerting herself could kill her. She attracts the attention of Count Albrecht, a noble who hides his identity from her. She resists his advances but eventually succumbs and falls in love with him. As well has having a physically weak heart, her innocence prevents her from seeing the deception. His pledge of eternal love was a lie we discover as the Duke and his daughter Bathilde arrive in a hunting party.

Bathilde is also taken by Giselle’s beauty and gifts her a necklace as Giselle tells her that she is engaged, unaware they are both betrothed to Albrecht. A gamekeeper named Hilarion who is in love with Giselle discovers the truth about Albrecht and reveals it, as he was consumed by jealousy. Giselle loses her mind and kills herself in response.

Giselle had been buried deep in the forest and became a Wili. Myrna the queen of the Wilis appears and summons her maidens while Hilarion is mourning at Giselle’s grave. They force him to dance until he dies from exhaustion.

Albrecht was stricken with remorse and comes to mourn Giselle. Myrta summons Giselle from her grave and commands her to entice him into joining the dance. She does so, but her love for him was strong enough to help keep him alive until dawn, when the Wilis lose their power. At the end of the of the ballet he is left alive with his sorrow.

The synchronisation of the dancers, the outfits, the emotion, everything rouse a strange sense of longing to be part of what you’re watching. That is the point of Giselle, of course. Longing for things that are bad for you, sacrificing your wellbeing for what you love, love so intense that you stay tied to it even beyond the grave.

Romantic era art and ballet hits a spot for me. As a child ballet was an escape for me, it put me in a frame of mind where I could put aside my problems and focus on the movement. It feels sort of trance-like, even now. I feel as though the dance itself brings you to an otherworldly place, like you lose yourself in the movement and you don’t think or worry the way you normally do. The muscle memory kicking in when you hear a song you learned choreography for feels good. I’ve always associated it with not quite being alive in the way you normally are. Entering a different plane, being in a place nothing can reach but you, the music and the people you’re dancing with. That may sound a bit cringe but that is how I feel. Evidently I’m romantically inclined when it comes to art.

I felt that kind of vibe more when I did ballet since I dedicated most of my free time to it and had to push my physical limits way more than just dancing for myself, but it still brings me to the otherworldly headspace that distracts from reality.

I think all dance is art and that dance doesn’t just involve moving your body, but moves your awareness and emotional state into a more manageable place. As an autistic person it also really helps ground me and satisfies some sensory needs. I assume everyone has some form of movement that puts them in a similar mind frame, I like to think there’s enjoyable movement for everyone depending on their physical ability and their psychological needs. From each according to their ability, to each according to their needs.

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