Jack the Defined

Can space explorations of the city variety yield a light/detour for both crime and sanity for Mary Reilly and her displaced interest in English downs?

A nod to what makes civilization meandering storytelling reflection for the mind's special/unique eye, with a reference to the eerie/unsolved case of the venomous/elusive English psycho Jack the Ripper, which I think you'll like, 

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It was 19th-Century London, East End, the time of the Ripper who'd been stalking women in the night-times of police evaded crimes from Hell, and Mary Reilly wondered how her life of sciences in her own time-spaces landed her here through her scientist-mentor's teleportation device for a photo-synthesis worth its weight in leviathan/darkness for the Ego.

All her life, Reilly wanted only to serve the Earth fields as some diplomacy-messenger of the adjectives of right-and-wrong and the fortuitous path to Western banks securities for human evolution greatness and oddities too, but she never thought to find herself in the proximity rows/columns of the likes of the eerie/evasive Ripper whom she couldn't have known would've evaded detection by detectives/sleuths/heroes despite his terrorizing nature and threats against the life-imagery of English speaking women of Earth (damn).

MARY REILLY: You say you're a time-traveler and spiritual pirate, mister?
MR. AMLAN SATAN: Do you doubt my claim despite my demeanor/visage, Mary?

MARY REILLY: Are you making some bold adjective of this 21st-Century 'Selfie' IQ?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Can you not guess I'm a time-traveling detective (Selfie-like)?

MARY REILLY: Like me, I can figure it, but why the Ripper by choice, mister?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Can you not daydream I'm erecting some 'screen' story (chess)?

MARY REILLY: Are you a 'phantom' for the detectors of Earth-transit monsters?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Aren't we all, Mary...for the Ego (Selfie-like)?

When Reilly returned to her own time-space in Europe, through her teleportation device, which she sneaked through now (wow!), she made furious (secret!) notes in her lab-journal and used her inspirational 'contact' with the East End folks (men/women/children) and with Mr. Amlan Satan to fashion a future-world/society 'tool-art' imagery, a secret gold-embossed weapon that shot bullets (silently!). She called this modern marvel a 'silencer' and implied that the Ripper didn't have the resource to make it his own unique contribution to the streets/alleys annals of human cleats terror/superstitions of the 'educational' variety. Was this some form for bureaucracy miracle(s)?

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)