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Challenge #01845-E021: Art in All Forms

Alien walking past human's quarters hears a harsh, vaguely rhythmic sound.

Alien knocks on human's door, enters, and finds that it's audio sensory organs are assaulted by this noise, the noise is so loud it is almost painful for the Alien's ears.

Alien: "Human, what is this noise?"

Human: "This is my music, you don't like it?"

Alien: "I don't know, the volume is a bit high and it sounds rather harsh, what is this music called?"

Human: "Many humans don't like it either, it's called heavy metal." -- Anon Guest

Some things to consider. The noise-of-disaster was pre-recorded. The human was apparently listening to it in order to relax, because they were still engaged on 'chilling' on their soft furnishings. Certainly, their arms were at a strange aspect, but Grox had learned not to question human habits.

"I had presumed that you were in danger from the noise."

Human Lyse flicked a button on her vambrace and sat up. The music stopped. "No, I like to appreciate it on a cellular level. If it doesn't shake your bones, then it isn't any good, you know?"

"I do not know," confessed Grox. "This is not... my... fruity paste?"

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Challenge #01827-E001: Speech of the Gods

Calliope, Muse of Music crosses the path of the musical instrument named in her honour, the Steam Calliope. -- Knitnan

In the lack of belief, gods and demigods go to wherever their name is still spoken, written, or known. She was once such a demigod. The muse of music. She had had believers. She had had worship. Now... all she had left was her name. Calliope. And it was here that her name was given to a machine.

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