The 7 Creepiest Uses Of Technology In Human History

There is a thin line between art and science that will one day be erased when the robots take over and all art becomes human organs smashed onto cold steel plates. But until that (frankly inevitable) day, here are a few art projects that cross that line, then turn around and obliterate it with laser cannons mounted on a spider tank. Welcome to the thesis that earned Victor Von Doom his arts doctorate:

#7. The Anonymous Human Face Collection

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"If your mantelpiece looks like this ..."
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"... you might be a serial killer."
The above piece, Stranger Visions, is by artist and Ph.D. student Heather Dewey-Hagborg. She's employed a novel method of face theft: Rather than doing things the old-fashioned way with witch-curses and murderous nano-bots, she instead creates 3D-printed replicas of strangers' faces by scavenging old chewing gum and cigarette butts off the street and harvesting the carelessly discarded DNA within.
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And this is why you don't smoke, kids: You could get cancer or become a victim of face-theft.
The artist then takes her disgusting street garbage to a do-it-yourself biolab in New York and examines the DNA to determine 40 to 50 genetic traits that influence the look of the face, such as race, eye color and spacing, and the likelihood of obesity. The data then goes through a program that reconstructs the face of the anonymous, unknowing subject ...
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... brands them with a knowing, pitiless stare ...
And somewhere, a careless smoker wakes up without a face. They try to scream but have no mouth. Harlan Ellison chuckles in his sleep, though he does not know why.

#6. Jewelry Parasites Fueled By Your Body

Remember The Matrix, in which evil robot overlords convert human beings into batteries to power their unholy empire? Most people saw that and shuddered. Designer Naomi Kizhner saw it and figured the only thing missing was appropriate bling.
Kizhner's project, dubbed Energy Addicts, starts out innocently enough with the "blinker," a device that sits on the bridge of your nose converting blinking motions to electricity while simultaneously making you look like an extra from David Lynch's Dune.
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Get back on your sandworm and go get a refund for that.
Then there's the "e-pulse conductor," the severed pincer of a metal scorpion that feasts on the electric impulses of your spinal cord. Because, in a post-apocalyptic world of energy shortages, how else are you going to maintain enough charge on your iPhone to boot up Fruit Ninja?
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You know it's cutting-edge fashion when people try to swat
your accessories with a rolled-up magazine.
Finally, there's the "blood bridge," a thumb-sized steampunk parasite that derives energy from the flow of your own blood -- energy that would otherwise have been wasted by, y'know, keeping you alive. The blood bridge stabs a needle into your veins at both ends and acts as a kind of hydroelectric dam in your circulatory system, using blood flow to spin a tiny little turbine and generate electricity.
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"It gets even more efficient when my blood pressure spikes from terror screaming
because holy shit this thing is in my vein!"
For now, these devices are practical only as art: The amount of energy they'd generate could barely power a wristwatch. But at least we have think tanks tackling the problem of how to reduce human beings to their basic electrical potential so that our future robotic despots won't have to.

#5. Techno-Fashions Fit For A Supervillain

The Spider-Man movies feature colorful villains with elaborate get-ups that let them stomp around on robot legs or shoot acid out of their armpits, and yet that costume designer never gets any damn credit. Here she is: Dutch fashion designer Anouk Wipprecht.
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Seen here preparing to destroy the Ghostbusters.
Wipprecht merges the latest trends in fashion with the latest monologues in mad science. One of her hottest creations is the Faraday dress -- a stylish frock held together with metal wires that replicate the effects of a Faraday cage, which protects the wearer from lightning bolts. The Faraday dress is perfect for the villainess who finds herself frequently on the wrong side of a Thor, or who likes to make catty comments about Storm's mohawk phase.
Wipprecht also designed the Spider Dress, a gown that comes equipped with shoulder-mounted robotic spider legs and motion sensors to provide the wearer with a kind of spider-sense. The sensors detect the motion of anyone approaching the wearer. If they come at you aggressively, the spider legs will automatically assume an attack position. If they approach you passively, the legs will relax and even make beckoning gestures so that the victim might continue to approach until you can seize them and liquefy their innards with your lady venom.
Wipprecht's other creations include Intimacy 2.0, which utilizes futuristic materials that turn transparent depending on the wearer's heartbeat. Get too excited and parts of your clothing will turn transparent, which seems directly in line with the design sense of female comic book characters. Then there's the Smoke Dress, which pumps out a cloud of smoke whenever anyone approaches, enabling you to make a ninja-style getaway.
Anouk Wipprecht
Because literally everyone is a potential enemy when you dress like this.

#4. Dolls Made From Living Human Cells

Oron Catts and Ionat Zurr, who already have the preposterous names of comic book characters, have made one ominous appearance on this site already. And now here they are again with their latest excursion into the field of "bio-art."
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With that name you can probably gather that we aren't exactly talking papier-mache here.
Those wet, pulsating, screaming voodoo monstrosities are made out of living cells. Each doll comes pre-terrifyingly named for easy identification in your new recurring nightmares. They are: Absolute Truth, Biotechnology, Capitalism, Demagogy, Eugenics, Fear Itself, and the ironically named Hope.
Oron Catts & Ionat Zurr
The easiest to identify is Fear Itself, because it's all of them.
And just to drive home the point that scientific progress requires sacrifice (it doesn't matter who -- the scientist, the subject, the unsuspecting world) Doll G was created solely in order to watch it die a slow death. It was hanged by the neck in its growth chamber so that the weight of its own growing body would eventually decapitate it, thus symbolizing the "death" of the notion that life is nothing more than a genetic Tinkertoy. Or maybe just as practice for those who will eventually oppose the Zurr-Catts Consortium.

#3. A Mask That Feeds You Algae Grown By Your Breath And Powered By Your Voice

No, we did not stroke out while typing the above subhead.
Futurologists often speculate on what humanity will look like once we inevitably merge with technology. According to artists Michael Burton and Michiko Nitta, we will all be mixed-race Cthulhus.
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Apparently the R'lyeh garment district tends toward the avant garde.
The Algaculture suit is inspired by a species of sea slug that feeds on algae and then absorbs the photosynthetic ability. The result is that they never have to eat again, instead gaining sustenance from light and carbon dioxide. According to the artists, humans could one day harness this power with the help of technology, simultaneously solving the shortages of both food and quality cephalopod fellatio porn.
Michael Burton & Michiko Nitta
Kissing, flossing, and vomiting may get a little awkward, though.
The apparatus captures the carbon dioxide from your breath and feeds it to an ever-growing reservoir of algae. When you get hungry, you simply slurp the concoction like a slimy green milkshake through the world's most horrifying crazy straw. And because sound helps to stimulatealgae growth, the process is powered by your voice, which means that you're basically feeding on your own day-to-day banalities. Jesus, that sounds like an ironic punishment the devil would develop for people who won't shut up about their vegan diet.
The Algaculture suit made its debut in a live performance called The Algae Opera, where listeners were invited to sample the sumptuous green sludge grown from the breath of opera singer Louise Ashcroft as she sang into the device. Of all the future sci-fi scenarios that might come to pass, few people figured that the truth would best resemble the most out of place scene in The Fifth Element.
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Though hopefully without the firefight followed by an hour of Chris Tucker screaming.

#2. Destroying Worlds As An Art Form

"Man is not meant to play God!" That phrase is usually screamed by our hero as he is dragged out of the Pimpmanzee Bio-Engineering Center, but artist Angelo Vermeulen figured that you can't play God without being a little playful. The result was his 2005 project Blue Shift.
Angelo Vermeulen
Don't worry: We'll get to the blue when we get to the horror.
The premise is simple enough. Vermeulen set up a bunch of tanks, each containing some fish and a society of water fleas, illuminated by an orange light. Water fleas are attracted by the light, so they stay near the surface, above a barrier that keeps the fish from getting to them. Both species live in an uneasy aquatic harmony.
Ah, but the tanks are set up with motion detectors, so that if a passerby approaches, the orange light switches to blue. The fleas are generally repelled by blue light, so they swim down into the domain of the fish, which immediately devour them. Presumably Vermeulen heard Oppenheimer's famous quoting of the Bhagavad Gita and figured even the common man should know what it feels like to become the destroyer of worlds.
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"At least I die knowing my death confused a bunch of pretentious art snobs."

#1. Using Electricity To Turn Humans Into Marionettes

Daito Manabe's research involves hooking human beings up to electrodes through which he can pass a current, thereby manipulating people's movements through electro-stimulation. But you can just call him The Puppet Master when you are forced to kneel before him.
Manabe produced the above music video by attaching over 40 electrode setups to the "volunteers," which delivered a series of electric shocks that caused his listless dancers to flop and twitch to the beat of the music. Of course Manabe tested his devices on himself first. After all, if he hadn't, what would push him over the brink into madness?
Strangely enough, Manabe isn't the only one paving the way for the Dance Dance Robot Revolution. In a 1995 performance called Fractal Flesh, Australian artist Stelarc connected electrodes to his limbs and allowed online spectators to remotely choreograph his dance through timed electric shocks. And in a later performance titled Ping Body, Stelarc bravely gave complete control of his muscles to the Internet.
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Word is he still hasn't stopped masturbating while punching himself in the face.

5 Creepy Crimes From History No One Can Explain

Whatever your fundamental ideological differences with your fellow man, there are two things you both probably agree on: History is full of all sorts of weird shit, and murdering is generally frowned upon. So, friends, put aside your petty arguments about which cartoon pony is the worst, and frolic with me through these stories of historical, murderous strangeness.
Wait, did I say "frolic"? I meant "lose fucking sleep over these creepy tales of murderous mayhem through the ages."

#5. The Drowning Of Ludwig II

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"The Mad King" Ludwig II of Bavaria was to eccentrics what a Ferrari is to a 1986 Yugo: technically the same thing, but with so much more power that it's not even funny anymore. He very nearly bankrupted his country thanks to his tendency to build insane fairytale castles, and his attitude toward even the most mundane things in life ranked at roughly 7.4 on the Richter Pride Parade Flamboyancy Scale. By 1886, the 40-year-old king had nigh depleted the nation's funds with swan boats and real-life versions of Disney castles, so he was gently declared insane, removed from power, and steered from rampant landscape pimping to playing with the era's equivalent of a Duplo set.
Three days later, he was found dead in a lake near Munich.
It was immediately obvious to everyone with common sense that the shenanigan quantity of the situation blatantly exceeded the recommended limits. The water in the lake was hardly waist deep, and Ludwig had been an excellent swimmer. Also, there was the small matter of the other dead dude beside him; it was the king's physician, Dr. Gudden, whose corpse had marks and bruises that seemed a whole lot like someone had strangled him. Ludwig's remains, on the other hand, seemed completely untouched.
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For whatever reason.
So the officials pondered the situation for a while, then shrugged and listed the cause of death as drowning, because what the hell else are you going to do with a dead 19th-century ex-king? Carry out a proper investigation or something?
There was just one minor hiccup: Ludwig II had no water in his lungs at all. The king and the doctor had also forbidden Ludwig's aides from following them as they wandered off to do whatever it is that got them killed. Furthermore, Ludwig had gone on record several times stating that he wished to become an eternal enigma to both himself and others.
Aaand that's pretty much what we've got. Oh, there are tons of legends and theories -- head to the comment section and chances are you'll find at least half a dozen. Some say it was an elaborate suicide, created solely to fuck with the world that had stripped Ludwig of his power (presumably, the good doctor would have assisted with the suicide and got promptly strangled by the dying king for his troubles). There's another faction that insists the king was attempting to escape his handlers with help of loyalists and got murdered during the attempt, which would also make sense but doesn't answer certain fairly important questions, such as how? And by whom?
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"Mermaid babies got 'em. Case closed!"
Pauli's Favorite Theory:
Dude was shot, presumably by the orders of the people who removed him from power. Yep, despite zero tangible evidence pointing toward gunfire of any kind. Back in 2007, a 60-year-old German man came forward with the story that 50 years ago he and his mother met one Countess Josephine von Wrba-Kaunitz, who over coffee and cakes decided to show her assorted guests her most prized possession: the coat Ludwig was wearing when he died.
A coat with two distinct bullet holes in the back.
Now, it just so happens that the coat has since been lost in a fire, and unless the authorities decide to exhume a king's body over some random dude's 50-year-old story, there is a giant cloud of eau du bullshit wafting around this particular theory. It's just that I can't help thinking: Which story sounds more likely -- that literally the most famous person in the country at the time managed to off himself in a way that no one was able to figure out? Or that he was unceremoniously assassinated and the coroner took care not to notice the bullet holes because it's generally not a good idea to piss off powerful people who just killed a fucking king?
Yeah, that's what I thought.

#4. The Witchcraft Death Of Charles Walton

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Here are the facts in the strange case of Charles Walton: On Feb. 14, 1945, the 74-year-old Mr. Walton was tending a hedge with his trusty pitchfork and a trouncing hook. Later that day, he was found with that very same hedge and tools, but in a radically different situation: The trouncing hook was now in his throat, and he had been pinned to the ground with the pitchfork. A large cross had been carved on his chest.
Here is the rest of the story, which is pretty much all we have beyond those few lines of nasty fact:witchcraft witchcraft witchcraft aaaargh!!!
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"Aaaaargh! Wait, shit, you're talking about me?"
No, seriously. Plenty of people are certain that Walton's murder was a ritual sacrifice, and witches and general sorcery were intimately involved in the proceedings. Who precisely was the witch in this story and why the murder took place have as many answers as there are assholes, though. The most popular theory suggests that Walton himself was dabbling in witchcraft (it's an equal-opportunity business), because of his general eccentricity, keen eye for natural phenomena, and a way with animals, none of which could in any way have been direct results of 74 freaking years living on the countryside. This would have meant that his killer was acting out of desperation; this particular method of mayhem was supposedly a ritual that was meant to kill the witch who had cursed someone and thus remove the curse. Or maybe it was the other way around, and some occultist had killed him to gain his powers or whatever.
Oh, and then there's the theory about vengeful ghosts. Let's not forget the theory about vengeful ghosts. Apparently, an investigation turned up a secret sorcery book that revealed that 60 years earlier a boy called Charles Walton had seen ghosts and experienced various horrors in the same area after being plagued by demon dogs and foreboding spirits. Does ... does this mean Walton II was killed by Walton I's ghost? Were they the same person? If so, are there some strange third-party ghosts involved? How does the hell dog factor in? Can it hold a pitchfork?
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Verdict: a resounding yes.
Whatever the true reason may be (the Devil? Legend says it had been roaming the hill in the past), the murder remains unsolved. And, presumably, by now you can ask about it a hundred nights in a row at the local pub and walk out with 200 different answers to the mystery.
Pauli's Favorite Theory:
Vengeful ghosts. Yeah, let's go with vengeful ghosts. With a case like this, that's actually the leastinsane explanation.
Well, that, or it might just have been Walton's employer, who had been boozing up at the local pub and was incidentally the last man to see the victim alive. But that would be just crazy.

#3. Jack The Stripper Killings

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You know what happens when you start murdering prostitutes in the same town and area as Jack The Ripper, only 70 years later? As Jack The Stripper found out, you get a stupid fucking nickname based on your predecessor, for one. That's not to say he wasn't a chilling character. In fact, in some ways The Stripster was a much scarier killer than his more famous and better-monikered counterpart: Not only did he kill more people (at least six, perhaps as many as eight) and operated for six years longer than his predecessor, he didn't bother with the whole "slash 'em up with knives" part: He murdered his victims with his bare freaking hands and unceremoniously dumped them in the Thames. It probably goes without saying that he stripped his victims nude.
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"That's actually just a funny coincidence. I just really like stripping paint."
And that's just the start of the creepiness surrounding Jack The Stripper. The police kept uncovering creepier and creepier things about the dude, as some of the victims were found partially mummified, having died in strange, submissive positions. The fact that many of the victims had their teeth removed even led some investigators to suggest that he not so much strangled them to death as he suffocated them. With his actual freaking dong. Feel free to imagine the logistics of that shit, because I sure as hell am not going to describe them.
And then the killings stopped. Just. Like. That. The Stripper was never apprehended, which of course means that oh shit he's standing behind you right now and he's not wearing any pants.
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Luckily, you have your favorite sausage cutting knife at hand.
Well, that, or the fact that one of the several suspects the police were reportedly closing in on started to feel the pressure and decided to call it quits/kill himself, depending on who was the culprit. Whatever the truth may be, chances are we'll never uncover it and Jack The Stripper will go the way of the Zodiac Killer.
Pauli's Favorite Theory:
The actual Jack The Ripper (who, as every tin-foil-hatted conspiracy nut knows, was actually an immortal Illuminati agent or some shit) was trying to stage a comeback but became too embarrassed to continue his crimes when he found out what people were calling him.

#2. The Strange Case Of Charles Bravo

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In 1876, a young London lawyer by the name of Charles Bravo was slowly passing away. He had been poisoned with potassium antimony, a slow-acting, agonizing poison that took three full days to kill him. And if that was the end of the story, this would be the shortest, most terrifying entry in comedy listicle history. As luck would have it, this is not the case: In fact, literally everything about the death of Charles Bravo was -- and remains -- weird as shit, to the point where England's brightest minds rushed to give their own Sherlock scan on the case. I'm talking about people like Sir William Gull (the Royal doctor whom you may remember as a major Jack The Ripper suspect, and the actual culprit according to Alan Moore's From Hell), Scotland Yard, and even Agatha freakin' Christie.
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I'll just leave this here.
And they all failed. Here's why:
First of all, the victim was apparently totally cool with his impeding demise. Bravo remained completely calm and civil throughout what by all logic should have been a terrifying death struggle, far beyond your average British stiff upper lip. What's more, he clearly had some idea about who might have poisoned him, yet he completely refused to give any information on potential suspects, despite his rather ... pressing situation. Science would later find out that his cool head and "snitches get stitches" attitude were just symptoms caused by the poison, but at the time, it created massive confusion and led the investigators to believe that Bravo had merely committed the creepiest fucking suicide in history.
By the time the word "murder" entered the equation, investigators had little to go on, which, compared with the high-profile nature of the case, essentially led to a giant, real-life game of Clue. The line of suspects was straight out of a classic murder mystery: There was the victim's beautiful and wealthy wife, Florence, who shunned her husband's violent nature and sexual advances. There was a disgruntled housekeeper Bravo was about to fire. There was even Florence's mysterious former lover, surgeon James Gully, who had incidentally just performed an abortion on Florence (and who was Agatha Christie's favorite horse in the race). My personal favorite is a theory thatBravo might have been actually trying to murder his wife with small, cumulative doses of the poison, then accidentally ingested a ton of it himself because 19th-century barristers were just a bunch of Wile E. Coyotes in disguise.
Despite the huge amount of attention, no culprit was ever caught. The most damning evidence even modern investigators have been able to uncover is that either the maid or Florence (and quite possibly both) likely devoted some time to gleefully ignoring Bravo's moans before sending for help, and couldn't resist throwing tiny wrenches in the works of the investigation every now and then. Still, regardless of what various historians and amateur sleuths say, that's hardly damning evidence, considering that the man was clearly a giant, raging bag of dicks toward them both.
Pauli's Favorite Theory:
It was Colonel Mustard, in the study, with a candlestick. That, uh, was poisoned. Shut up, I suck at Clue.

#1. The Subway Murder Of Laetitia Toureaux

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On May 16, 1937, a woman called Laetitia Toureaux was found in an otherwise empty Paris Metro train car with an 8-inch knife buried in her neck. There were no witnesses, no suspects, and no clues as to why anyone would want to kill the beautiful 29-year-old in such a striking manner. In other words, it was the kind of mystery that would cause the police chief to throw his hands in the air and call Vidocq or, failing that, Inspector Clouseau.
Who would then start uncovering the really weird stuff.
Not only had Toureaux been everything you'd expect a stereotypical mysterious beautiful lady that gets mysteriously murdered to be, she was also something of a private detective. Yeah, she was basically both Marlowe and the femme fatale who comes knocking on his door rolled into one. Apparently, she'd been working for the government and actually infiltrating a violent, ultra-right-wing terrorist organization known as La Cagoule (or "The Hooded Ones"), throwing a hefty helping of Modesty Blaise and/or Mata Hari into the mix. She had even managed to seduce one of the group's leaders to get information, for crying out loud!
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That's a James Bond smirk if I ever saw one.
Pauli's Favorite Theory:
As you can probably guess, this one's not so much about figuring out the culprit; although the murderer was never caught, it was totally one of those hooded guys, right? We know some of them had already become suspicious of her and even fed her false information that she promptly leaked to her government contacts. So, yeah, someone in the organization probably neutralized her as a threat.
What's interesting to me is: How the hell did she allow it to happen? According to her own words, she was well aware that her life was in danger -- a man had tried to stab her three days earlier. Her only reaction to that was to start carrying around an umbrella so she could defend herself with it, which leads me to assume that she either had a Black Widow belt in kick-assery, or the umbrella was one of those secret machine guns the Penguin sometimes uses. Yet she deliberately entered a situation that put her alone (or together with a killer) in an empty metro car ... and allowed herself to be taken by surprise. What the shit?
You know what? Vengeful ghosts. Just saying.
Pauli is on Facebook and Twitter, and he is fairly sure that none of these terrifying killers are crawling out from under his bed right no-