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Business intelligence Market Size, Share, Forecast, & Trends Analysis 

Meticulous Research®—a leading global market research company, published a research report titled ‘Business Intelligence Market—Global Opportunity Analysis and Industry Forecast (2025-2032)’. According to this latest publication, the business intelligence market is projected to reach $56.9 billion by 2032, at a CAGR of 7.2% from 2025–2032.

The business intelligence market is experiencing growth driven by the rising demand for data visualization dashboards to make informed business decisions and the surge in demand for cloud-based business intelligence applications. However, data privacy and security concerns hinder this growth.

In addition, the increasing need for business intelligence in human resources and the rising demand for embedded analytics in organizations present significant opportunities for market players. However, the market faces challenges such as integrating data from various source systems and the lack of quality data availability. On the other hand, trends such as AI-based business analytics solutions, data discovery and visualization, and collaborative business intelligence are prominent trends in the business intelligence market.

Key Players:

The business intelligence market is characterized by a moderately competitive scenario due to the presence of many large- and small-sized global, regional, and local players. The key players operating in the business intelligence market, such as Oracle Corporation (U.S.), IBM Corporation (U.S.), Microsoft Corporation (U.S.), SAP SE (Germany), Qlik Technologies Inc. (U.S.), SAS Institute Inc.(U.S.), TIBCO Software Inc. (U.S.), Amlgo Labs Pvt Ltd (India), Salesforce, Inc. (U.S.), Google LLC Google LLC (A Subsidiary of Alphabet Inc.) (U.S.), Cisco Systems, Inc. (U.S.), Element Data (U.S.), Board International SA (Switzerland), MicroStrategy Incorporated (U.S.), and Hitachi Vantara LLC (A Subsidiary of Hitachi, Ltd.) (U.S.), are shaping the market's competitive landscape.

The business intelligence market is segmented based on component, organization size, deployment mode, business function, and end-use industry. This comprehensive segmentation allows for a detailed analysis of the market, including an evaluation of industry competitors and an analysis of the business intelligence market at the regional and country levels.

Among the components studied in this report, the solutions/tools segment is anticipated to dominate the business intelligence market in 2025. The surge in demand for business intelligence dashboards, the rising need for advanced BI and analytics systems within organizations, and the growing requirement for data visualization tools to effectively present data are key factors contributing to the segment's dominant position in the market.

Among the organization sizes studied in this report, the large enterprises segment is anticipated to dominate the business intelligence market in 2025. The increasing demand for business intelligence solutions for quantitative analysis and performance measurement, the rapid growth of data analysis and visualization tools to enhance productivity and efficiency, and the heightened need to publish, distribute, and share insights with clients or customers are key factors driving the segment’s dominant position in the business intelligence market.

Among the deployment modes studied in this report, the cloud-based segment is anticipated to dominate the business intelligence market in 2025. The growing demand for deploying BI tools on cloud infrastructure through virtual networks, along with the increasing need to manage substantial amounts of data—including dashboards, KPIs, and various types of business analytics—are key factors contributing to the segment’s dominant position in the market.

Among the business functions studied in this report, the sales & marketing segment is anticipated to dominate the business intelligence market in 2025. The surge in demand for business intelligence solutions to enhance customer connections, optimize workflows, and refine promotional campaigns, along with the growing need to improve the accuracy of sales forecasts and the significant expansion of BI in identifying and targeting higher-profit customers, are key factors driving the segment’s dominant position in the business intelligence market.

Among the end-use industries studied in this report, the BFSI segment is anticipated to dominate the business intelligence market in 2025. The growing need to track customer, product, and branch profitability, the rising demand for business intelligence in the BFSI sector to gain insights into existing and potential customers across various loan portfolios, and the high demand for identifying potential customers for different products are key factors contributing to the segment’s dominant position in the business intelligence market.

This research report analyzes major geographies and provides a comprehensive analysis of North America (U.S., Canada), Europe (Germany, U.K., France, Italy, Spain, Netherlands, Switzerland, Sweden, and the Rest of Europe), Asia-Pacific (China, Japan, India, South Korea, Australia & New Zealand, Indonesia, Singapore, and Rest of Asia-Pacific), Latin America (Brazil, Mexico, and Rest of Latin America), and the Middle East & Africa (UAE, Saudi Arabia, South Africa, Israel, and Rest of Middle East & Africa).

Among the geographies studied in this report, North America is anticipated to dominate the business intelligence market in 2025. The growing demand for business intelligence software in the U.S., the increased need for visualization and reporting tools within organizations in the region, and the significant advancements by key companies in cloud systems, BI software, and platforms are key factors contributing to the market’s dominant position in the business intelligence sector.

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What are the key geographical trends in this market? Which regions/countries are expected to offer significant growth opportunities for the manufacturers operating in the business intelligence market?

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What recent developments have taken place in the business intelligence market? What impact have these strategic developments created on the market?

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Smart Insights: AI Interfaces Driving BI Evolution

In such an ever-changing business arena, wisdom is one of the key assets and you have to rely not only on your intuition. Using Data Analytic Tools and Advanced Artificial Intelligence Models, one would be able to deduct the necessary strategic choices. The old trend was that the usage of such instruments mostly depended on particular experts to do it which happened to confine the utilization of these tools to most of the big organizations with their reliable data science teams. Yet the emergence of Generative AI Interfaces for instance is turning the tide beyond this traditional model of analytics democratizing access to advanced analytics and making it possible for small companies to be equipped with sophisticated analytics capabilities with unprecedented speed and thus making better decisions.

The AI Predictive Analytics has developed to a game changer in the realms of strategic decision making since it allows us to e pump up performance and business tremendously by predicting even the advanced matters of level. Leveraging AI-Based Forecasting Algorithms allows companies to react in a premitive manner to their mindsets, while foreclosed emerging opportunities and eliminating risks. By doing so, companies gain a significant competitive advantage in their industries. On the other hand, due to the complex nature of traditional analytics platforms, their adoption has been limited by the fact that to efficiently operate them one needs to be properly trained while an expert is preferable for navigation.

And these are the two areas in which Generative AI plays a major role, offering an innovative way to handle Business Intelligence (BI) problems through artificial intelligence, aimed at automating and simplifying the process. In contrast to traditional BI solutions that contains queries and examines fact-based static reports, Generative AI interfaces deploy machine intelligence which makes immediate relevant insights based on the unique needs and objectives of user. As a result, the individuals cut off from the loop manually for the model have required tasks been automated, not only has it eliminated human manipulation but also enabled users to discover the hidden patterns and correlations that were ignored by human analysts.

The use of Generative AI in BI applications proves to have various optimization options. First of all, these approaches increase scalability and accessibility of analytics solutions, thus granting organizations an opportunity to spread the advanced analytics capabilities not only across the departments but also across the functions without a need of specialised knowledge. AI-Empowered Business Analytics Software for Finance or Marketing teams will have AI-Powered Smart Interfaces which allow the users to derive actionable results with minimum learning.

Additionally, machine learning with AI, smart analytics and generative AI variation introduces a huge leap in the AI-driven wisdom capability allowing the organization to make informed decisions with certainty and lucidity. These systems transform huge data sets into valuable patterns which eventually amplify human decision-making proficiencies, thus, executives can tackle uncertain strategic issues hand in hand with analyzing capability. Whether it’s incorporating artificial supply chain management, demand forecasting or new revenue generation, AI Generative AI powered businesses in exploring new frontiers in their data resources.

The main example of the Generation AI is that, it is capable of adapting and developing new algorithms all the time as it’s instructed and the new information is provided. The ongoing cycle of continuous learning is the direct way towards improving the accuracy and reliability of AI-based forecasting. These points also give organizations the chance to stay nimble and adaptable to the dynamic business environment. Therefore, the companies will benefit from having a secured place in the future marketplace because generative AI is an effective and a revolutionary tool that enables them to stop losing to the competitors.

Besides, the democratization of Generative AI for Business Intelligence spurs innovation and entrepreneurship into a whole new dimension. It does this by lowering the door where most people can enter but in addition, it equips individuals with advanced analytics tools which they use to not only make data driven decisions but also try out new things. It isn’t sequestered to a small group of larger companies but rather is open to any business that wants to utilize it, and they are not discriminated against because of their size. Whether it is a startup looking to disrupt an industry or a small business seeking to optimise its operations, Generative AI interfaces level the playing field, enabling entities of every dimension to compete and succeed in digital economy.

In conclusion, the implementation of Generative AI inside Business Intelligence structure is a pivotal step for how to unlock the power of data with the purpose of encouraging the growth and creativity of organizations. Through the act of democratizing the advanced analytics tools and the premature artificial intelligence analytics, businesses gain wide access to advanced methods of decision making, faster. It can help unraveling hidden insights or making forecasts, or simply optimizing operations. This is how Generative AI interfaces become a new horizon of opportunities with which organization need to catch-up. Furthermore the journey of this disruptive technology is yet to discover its full extent and hence the future is highly satisfying.

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Enhancing Sims Thumbnails 🖼️🔍👀

So I have received some questions regarding this post and had another look at the ThumbnailConfig.ini file to see if there is anything else worth tweaking to enhance sims thumbnails.

I also decided to share my settings (though not sure if this is a good idea, I'll see how it goes). Disclaimer, that what works well for me/on my screen, might not be the best solution for you and you might be better off with the default settings. Also remember that generating higher resolution thumbnails can slow down your game. I think that visually the settings (only) make a big difference if you play on a larger screen and/or with an upscaled UI (game accessibility settings).

You can try my settings or use the info shared below (I might update it in the future) to experiment with the settings yourself. You can find examples on how to edit the file in my previous posts here and here and you can use any text editor like Notepad or Notepad++ to do so.

Download and details below the cut ⤵️

Below you can see what I changed (marked in green) and for what purpose as well as what resolution settings there are in general. I only looked at sims thumbnails and ignored everything else. I also think some settings should not be messed with, like the ones affecting pictures that are uploaded to the Gallery (exception is if you wanna extract these pictures for editing purposes) and there are a few settings that are not relevant for gameplay. Some settings I'm not sure about (feel free to share any info).

📥Download:

Sim File Share Last updated: February 27th, 2025

📒How to install:

This override does NOT go into your mods folder. Instead, you need to replace the original game file with it which you should find somewhere along a path like this:

C:\Program Files (x86)\Origin Games\The Sims 4\Game\Bin\res

The path might be slightly different for you and depends on where the game is installed on your computer. You can check the location in the EA app. To do so, select The Sims 4 ->  “Manage” -> “View properties” (there should be a similar option on Steam):

Locate the file ThumbnailConfig.ini as described above.

Save a copy of the original file somewhere on your computer in case you need to go back. (However, you can also run a game repair to restore the settings if needed.)

Replace the original file with the override (either with my file or with your own version).

Delete the file localthumbcache.package (see info here), so that the game can generate new thumbnails, then restart the game.

Note that you will need to repeat the steps/redo the changes whenever this file is overriden or updated or by the game.

Current game bug (not a mod/config issue):

It seems that the game currently is regenerating thumbnails each time you restart the game, even when the thumbnails already exist in the file localthumbcache, thus unneccessarily slowing down the game and bloating up this file. I tested this with no mods, with basegame only, in a fresh save, with the thumbnail config file reset to factory settings and it’s still happening. Also added my findings to this bug report. If you noticed the same issue, please hit “me too”.

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Red Wave Solutions: Spread The Word

Mason Samsen wasn’t your average 20-year-old college student. His perpetually tousled hair and ink-stained fingertips were more than a badge of his role as a budding journalist; they were the marks of someone who rarely rested when there was a story to uncover. A junior at Jefferson University, Mason had quickly built a reputation as a truth-seeker on campus. His peers respected his tenacity, and some even feared his relentless pursuit of exposing wrongdoing. As an outspoken Democratic Socialist, Mason believed deeply in the power of truth to dismantle systems of inequality and oppression. For him, journalism wasn’t just a career path – it was a moral obligation.

His work spoke for itself. Within just two years, Mason had written exposés that sent shockwaves through the community of his college. The first uncovered a scandal involving a tenured professor who was not only cheating on his wife with his teaching assistant but also allegedly grading female students unfairly. Then there was the damning report on the head of the History Department, whose pattern of racially charged comments and discriminatory hiring practices for his TAs Mason meticulously documented. Both articles landed Mason in hot water with the faculty due to how much news coverage it received, but they also cemented his place as the student body’s most fearless journalist. His articles had been shared far beyond campus, with national outlets even picking up some of his stories. To Mason, this was proof that his instincts were never wrong.

So when the fliers for a company called "Red Wave Solutions" started appearing across campus, Mason’s journalist’s radar pinged instantly. He first noticed them plastered haphazardly on the corkboard outside the student union. A stark crimson logo dominated the page, paired with the tagline: "Reject Political Anxiety and Accept Conformity – Join the Movement Today!" The messaging was vague but calculated, designed to intrigue and alarm in equal measure. The company’s name struck him as odd too, as "Red Wave" sounded more like a politically charged rallying cry than a corporate entity. As such, he couldn’t help but wonder what type of services it could even offer.

Due to this, Mason tore a flier off the board and scrutinized it further. There was no detailed description of services, no list of affiliations, and no website – just a QR code and a phone number. A quick scan of the code on his phone led to a bare-bones webpage with little more than a flashy promotional video and a generic mission statement about "encouraging unity across the political divide." To Mason, it reeked of corporate jargon hiding something more insidious.

As he watched several nervous students hastily follow him and grab the fliers while looking around to make sure no one else saw them, the odd feeling Mason felt continued to gnaw at him. Why was a seemingly obscure yet political company suddenly plastering fliers all over campus? What exactly were they selling, and who had invited them here? Was this tied to the university administration, or was it the work of a private group looking to influence the student body? Mason didn’t know yet, but one thing was certain: the smell of bullshit was undeniable.

Mason’s resolve hardened as he opened a fresh document on his laptop. He would do what he always did – follow the trail, piece by piece, until he uncovered the truth. He had a gut feeling that Red Wave Solutions was up to far more nefarious things than their preachy unity message implied. As such, it was up to him to find out exactly what they were hiding and why they were targeting his campus.

Back in his dorm room, Mason leaned back in his creaky office chair, scrolling through the company’s sparse website with a growing sense of unease. The bright, polished visuals stood in stark contrast to the murkiness surrounding the company's true purpose. Stock photos of smiling queer couples holding hands and multi-racial families posing dominated the homepage. Their warm, inclusive energy clashed oddly with the undercurrent of the program’s messaging, which was as ambiguous as it was unsettling.

Mason’s sharp eyes honed in on the phrasing in the promotional text. "Are you worried about the future? Afraid of standing out? We hear you, and we can help remedy those nerves!" The implications were vague, but something about them made Mason’s skin crawl. The language was too polished, too calculated, as if crafted by a focus group determined to hit all the right notes for an audience grappling with post-election anxieties. His intuition told him this wasn’t just a therapy program – something insidious lurked beneath the cheerful exterior.

Being a gay man, Mason had learned to trust his gut when it came to exposing homophobic hostility, no matter how sugar-coated and concealed it appeared. The website’s queer-friendly imagery might have fooled someone else, but to Mason, it reeked of a ploy. As he clicked through the pages, a darker theory began to form in his mind. Could Red Wave Solutions be some kind of veiled conversion therapy operation? Maybe not in the traditional fire-and-brimstone sense, but something modern, subtle, and far more calculated – a campaign to indoctrinate or "reorient" unsuspecting young people under the guise of empathy and support.

Adding to his unease, Mason had found himself overhearing some of his friends mentioning Red Wave Solutions in the past few weeks. They’d talked about the program as a potential outlet to process their political anxieties and the stress of living in a rapidly polarizing society. Their interest frustrated Mason to no end. Couldn’t they see how suspicious it all sounded? He knew he couldn’t simply tell them to stay away without proof though, it was a common occurrence for them to accuse him of overthinking or being paranoid.

And so, Mason made a plan. If his friends were intrigued, he’d get there first. He’d scope out the company himself, ask pointed questions, and observe their methods. If his suspicions were correct, he’d blow the lid off Red Wave Solutions before any of his friends fell victim to its schemes. He wasn’t afraid to sacrifice a few hours enduring thinly-veiled conservative rhetoric if it meant protecting the people he cared about.

That resolve ultimately left him scheduling an appointment and standing outside the nondescript building listed as the company’s headquarters the very next day. The office complex was a bland, utilitarian structure – gray cement walls with windows that reflected the cloudy sky. There was no large sign or logo to announce Red Wave Solutions’ presence, only a small decal on the front door that caused the company to look as impersonal and corporate as Mason had imagined.

Taking a deep breath, Mason adjusted the front of his shirt. It wasn’t just a nervous habit though, he wanted to make sure the tiny button camera sewn into the middle of his polo was perfectly aligned. He’d spent all night setting up the camera, ensuring its placement was discreet yet functional. If something went south, he needed visual proof of whatever shady operation was running inside.

As he smoothed his shirt, Mason glanced at his reflection in the glass door. He looked composed enough, but his stomach churned. This wasn’t his first investigative dive, but something about this one felt different. Possibly dangerous even, given the type of hardcore conservatives that were most likely working on the inside to trap unsuspecting people into their web. Ever determined though, Mason shook the thought from his head and squared his shoulders. He had a job to do, after all, the truth wasn’t going to expose itself.

With one final glance at the street behind him, Mason pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The air inside the Red Wave Solutions building was cool and faintly scented with a generic, clean aroma that reminded Mason of a freshly mopped hospital floor. His eyes darted around the space as he stepped inside, taking in the minimalist yet calculated decor. The interior was almost sterile in its design: pristine white walls and floors offset by carefully placed red accents. A striking red backlight illuminated the reception desk at the center of the room, and short sections of the walls were painted in the same bold crimson. It was sleek and modern but lacked any warmth, as if it had been designed to evoke trustworthiness without inviting comfort.

Behind the desk sat a neatly dressed woman who greeted Mason with a polite but impersonal smile. She was African American, her hair pulled into a professional bun while her burgundy blouse complemented the crimson accents of the room. Mason’s journalistic instincts immediately kicked in. The choice of a minority woman as the face of this place struck him as deliberate – an intentional move to put visitors at ease and present an image of inclusivity. He wondered how many people had walked through these doors, seen her friendly face, and let their guards down.

“Welcome to Red Wave Solutions,” she said, her voice professional but warm. “Do you have an appointment with us today?”

Mason nodded, stepping closer to the desk. “Yeah, it’s Mason Samsen. My appointment’s at 2:30.”

The woman’s manicured nails clicked against her keyboard as she searched for his information in the system. Mason used the moment to glance around, noting a few chairs arranged neatly along the walls of the waiting area. They were stark white, with small red cushions placed in the center of each seat. A table held a stack of glossy pamphlets with titles like "Taking the First Step Toward Inner Peace" and "Navigating Life’s Challenges with Confidence." He resisted the urge to grab one, keeping his focus on the woman behind the desk.

“Ah, here you are,” she said after a few moments. “I just need to verify your identity. Do you have an ID with you?”

Mason froze for a fraction of a second. He hadn’t anticipated this. “Uh, yeah,” he said, fishing his driver’s license out of his wallet. “Is that really necessary though?”

The woman’s smile didn’t falter. “Unfortunately, yes. We’ve had a few incidents recently with people trying to play pranks or disrupt our sessions. Running a quick background check helps us ensure that everyone who comes in is serious about taking advantage of what we offer while also helping us easily share information with the police if necessary.”

Mason hesitated, his fingers gripping the edge of his license. Her explanation was reasonable enough on the surface, but it still felt invasive and incredibly suspicious. Still, he knew he couldn’t afford to raise any alarms this early in his investigation. With a tight smile, he handed over the ID.

“Thank you,” the woman said, sliding the card into a small scanner attached to the desk. The machine whirred softly as it processed the information. “This will just take a moment. Once it’s done, we’ll take you back to begin your consultation and help you learn how to thrive in the red wave.”

Mason forced a polite chuckle at her use of a clearly corporate-enforced tagline, but inwardly, his nerves spiked. The phrase felt even more ominous now that they held his ID, like some Orwellian euphemism. He watched as she glanced at her screen, her expression unreadable as the system ran its checks.

“Feel free to take a seat while we finish up,” she added, gesturing toward the waiting area.

Mason nodded and moved to one of the chairs, carefully positioning himself where he and his hidden camera could keep an eye on the desk. He slid his phone out of his pocket and pretended to scroll while his thoughts churned. This whole process felt wrong. What kind of therapy company needed to run background checks on its clients? Was this just about deterring pranksters, or was there something deeper at play – some sort of data collection method or pre-screening tool to help figure out how exactly to break the mental reserves of interested parties?

As he waited, Mason adjusted his polo shirt again, ensuring the hidden button camera was still perfectly aligned. Whatever was happening here, he wasn’t leaving without answers.

The seconds stretched into minutes as Mason sat in the waiting area, his foot tapping against the white tile floor. His eyes flicked between the receptionist and the clock on the wall, noting that it had been over ten minutes since his ID had been taken. The polished environment of Red Wave Solutions, with its pristine surfaces and artificial calmness, was starting to get under his skin. The longer he waited, the more his mind raced. What if they were stalling for a reason? Had their check revealed his identity as an expose-focused journalist? He needed answers, and he wasn’t about to waste more time sitting idly by and waiting for them to make the first move.

Determined to act, Mason stood and walked back to the desk, forcing a polite smile. “Hey, sorry to bother you,” he began, “but is there a bathroom I could use while I wait?”

The receptionist returned his smile with one of her own, still calm and composed. “Of course,” she said, pointing toward a hallway behind her. “Just head straight down that hall and take a right. You’ll see the sign.”

“Thanks,” Mason replied, masking his nerves as he turned away.

He followed her directions, but as he walked, he took in everything around him. The red accents continued down the hallway – with all of its short walls and door frames painted with the same deliberate splash of color. The space was oddly quiet, the faint hum of distant air conditioning the only sound accompanying his steps. His hidden camera captured everything, from the layout to the stark, almost clinical lighting.

When he reached the intersection where he was supposed to turn right toward the bathroom, he paused. To his left, the hallway stretched further into the building, its end obscured by a sharp turn. Mason hesitated, weighing his options. The bathroom was a safe choice, but his instincts pushed him in the other direction. If he wanted answers, he knew he had to take a risk.

After glancing back to ensure the receptionist couldn’t see him, Mason hastily turned left and strode deeper into the building.

The further he went, the stranger the place felt. The hallways were eerily labyrinthine, branching off into sharp angles and other hallways that made it easy to lose his bearings. Doors lined the walls, each one marked with a small, nondescript plaque bearing a room number. Curious, Mason peeked through the window of one door, only to find an empty, white-walled room with a single chair bolted to the floor. The next room was the same. And the next.

“What the hell is this place?” he muttered under his breath, his heart pounding harder with each step.

Then, a sound broke the silence – a voice, faint at first, but unmistakable.

“Help! Someone, please! Help me!”

Mason froze, his breath catching in his throat. The voice was male, clearly desperate and filled with terror.

“I changed my mind! I want to leave! Please, let me out!”

The cries sent a chill down Mason’s spine. He scanned the hallway, trying to pinpoint the source. Although he didn’t know where exactly, the man knew that the screams were coming from somewhere deeper in the building.

Without hesitation then, Mason followed the sound, his steps quickening as he navigated the twisting corridors. The voice grew louder by the minute, the man’s pleas echoing off the sterile walls. Mason’s chest tightened as he rounded another corner, finally stopping in front of a heavy door with a small rectangular window.

Inside, a young man was standing with his head pressed against the glass window. His face was pale, his eyes wide and filled with panic. When he saw Mason, he pounded on the glass.

“Please, help me!” the man begged, his voice raw. “You have to let me out! I changed my mind. I don’t want to go through with this anymore!”

Mason’s hands trembled as he reached for the door handle, only to find it locked. He looked back down the hallway, adrenaline flooding his system. The silence outside the door was deafening, as if the building itself were holding its breath.

“Hold on,” Mason said, his voice low but urgent. “I’ll get you out of here. Just give me a second.”

The man inside the room sobbed, clutching his head in anguish. “Please, hurry, I don’t feel well,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

Mason scanned the door, looking for any way to unlock it. His instincts told him to move quickly – if anyone caught him here, he wouldn’t have the chance to find out what was really going on.

Mason’s heart hammered in his chest as he examined the door, searching for some way to unlock it. His fingers brushed over the control panel on the side, and he let out a small breath of relief when he saw the latch mechanism – a simple keypad. His years of investigative journalism had taught him a few tricks, and after quickly punching in a few common codes he’d used to sneak into areas in the past, the lock finally gave a faint click.

The door swung open, and the man inside nearly collapsed into Mason’s arms. His slender twinkish frame trembled, and before Mason could say a word, the man threw his arms around him, clinging tightly.

“Thank you! Thank you so much!” the man cried, his voice breaking. “We need to get out of here… right fucking now!”

Mason gripped his shoulders firmly, pushing him back slightly so he could look him in the eyes. “Hey, calm down. Stop yelling,” he said, keeping his voice low and steady. “I’ll help you get out, but you have to keep quiet. We can’t get caught, okay?”

The man nodded frantically, his breathing ragged. Mason took a moment to observe him. He was young – probably a college student no older than Mason himself – with bright blonde hair that was tousled in a way that suggested he’d been consistently running his hands through it while in distress. His frail physique was only emphasized by the somewhat tight Britney Spears t-shirt he wore, providing Mason with a clear as day impression of the other man’s toned abs and flat chest. The whole look screamed twink, which instantly caused Mason to develop a pang of protectiveness for him.

“Okay, we’re getting out of here,” Mason said, his voice firm but quiet. “Stick close to me, and don’t make a sound unless I ask you something.”

The man nodded again, wiping tears from his face. Mason led him out of the room, carefully closing the door behind them. He glanced down the hallway, ensuring the coast was clear before gesturing for the man to follow him.

As they walked, Mason leaned in close. “What’s your name?”

“Cooper,” the man whispered, his voice trembling. “Cooper Evans.”

“All right, Cooper. What the hell is going on here?”

Cooper hesitated, wringing his hands as they moved down the quiet hall. “I– I came here because I was scared,” he finally said, his voice shaking. “I didn’t know what else to do. With this new administration, I was afraid of being hate-crimed or losing my rights. They said they could help me blend in.”

Mason’s brows furrowed. “Blend in? How?”

“They… they said they have this process,” Cooper explained. “They said they could transform me into a Conservative. That I wouldn’t have to worry about anything anymore if I just… fit in.”

Mason stopped in his tracks, turning to stare at Cooper. “Transform you? What are you talking about? How does that even work?”

“I, I don’t know!” Cooper said, his voice rising before Mason quickly shushed him. “I swear, I don’t know. They gave me this whole pitch, had me sign a contract saying I’d agree to it, and then they gave me this red pill for me to swallow. That’s it. That’s all I know!”

Mason let out a low groan, running a hand through his hair. “What the hell were you thinking saying yes to something like that?” he hissed. “I know the future’s scary right now, but why would you want to become someone with such awful values? Someone your altered self would hate if they ever met the real you?”

Cooper’s lip trembled, and tears began streaming down his face again. “Dude, I was scared, okay?” he choked out. “I didn’t know what else to do! I thought… I thought it was the only way I’d be safe.”

Mason sighed, his frustration melting into a mix of sympathy and anger. “Look, I get it. Things are bad, but you can’t just give up who you are because you’re scared. That’s exactly what people like them want. I don’t know you well, but I can already tell that you’re a great guy who deserves to be your true self…”

Cooper sniffled, nodding miserably as he endured the lecture from the other man while continuing down the hallway. Mason kept a hand on his shoulder, guiding him while keeping an ear out for any approaching footsteps. Whatever was happening here, it was worse than he’d imagined, and he was determined to not only get Cooper out of here safely, but expose this company for the disgusting things they’re attempting to do.

Mason kept a steady grip on Cooper’s shoulder, speaking softly but urgently. “Listen, Cooper, nobody can just transform like that. It’s not real. Whatever they gave you, it’s probably some kind of drug – a sedative, maybe, or something to make you more suggestible. Brainwashing, that’s got to be their angle. They’re just trying to get you weak enough so they can get in your head…”

Cooper’s watery eyes flicked toward him, searching for reassurance. “You think so?”

“I know so,” Mason replied firmly. “You’re still you. We just need to get out of here in one piece, and everything will be fine. I’ll make sure of it.”

But just as the words left Mason’s mouth, Cooper stopped dead in his tracks. A low grunt escaped him, and his hands shot to his stomach.

“Something’s wrong,” Cooper whimpered, his voice tight with discomfort.

Mason spun around, his heart lurching. “Cooper?”

Before he could get another word out, Cooper screamed – a piercing, guttural sound that echoed through the hallway. Mason’s pulse spiked, causing him to immediately clamp a hand over Cooper’s mouth.

“Shh! Stop screaming!” Mason hissed, glancing over his shoulder, expecting someone to come rushing toward them at any moment. But Cooper’s muffled cries didn’t stop. His entire body trembled, his knees buckling as he clutched his midsection.

“Damn it,” Mason muttered under his breath, scanning the hallway. He spotted a door nearby, one that oddly wasn’t locked like so many of the others but rather slightly ajar. With no other choice and not in the situation to second-guess it, he yanked it open all the way, dragging Cooper inside and shutting the door behind them.

“Okay, breathe,” Mason said, trying to keep his own voice steady. “We just need to–”

But Cooper cut him off with another scream, this one deeper and more guttural than before. Mason’s stomach churned as the sound of cracking bones filled the air. Cooper fell to his knees, his hands bracing against the cold floor as his body convulsed. “What’s happening to me?!” he roared, his voice suddenly raspier and deeper, no longer the light airy tenor Mason had heard moments ago.

“Cooper, calm down!” Mason demanded, though his own panic was building. “It’s, it’s probably the drug giving you a panic attack or something. Just hold on, we’ll–”

But Mason’s words faltered as he watched, wide-eyed, as Cooper’s body began to change. His frame, once frail and delicate, suddenly began to expand with unnatural speed. His limbs stretched, his torso elongating until he had shot up to at least 6’4”. His skinny jeans became comically short, now resembling capris, while his Britney Spears t-shirt rode up his lengthening torso, exposing a wide swath of his toned abdomen.

“What the hell…” Mason whispered, stumbling back against the wall.

Cooper’s screams wavered, cracking wildly between high-pitched cries and guttural, low groans. His hands clutched at his chest and shoulders as his body continued to shift – this time with the invasion of muscle into his lithe frame. Before his eyes, Mason watched as the other man’s lean arms buffed up, his flat chest began to thicken and broaden, and the remainder of Cooper’s entire physique began to morph from wiry club kid to college athlete.

“It hurts!” Cooper cried out, his voice so deep and gravelly it was almost unrecognizable. “What the fuck is happening to me?!”

Mason’s breath caught in his throat. “Cooper,” he said, his voice trembling. “I– I think it’s real. That pill… it’s actually transforming you.”

Cooper’s new, larger form shook with silent sobs as his head dropped forward, his blonde hair falling into his face. “But I didn’t want this!” he bellowed, his voice resonating in the small room. “I just wanted to feel safe!”

Mason stared at him, horrified and helpless, his mind racing. Whatever he had stumbled into at Red Wave Solutions was far more sinister than he could have imagined. This wasn’t just brainwashing or manipulation – this was something once thought to be scientifically impossible.

He took a shaky step forward, placing a hand on Cooper’s arm and struggling to comprehend the jock-like biceps the man now possessed. “We’re going to figure this out,” Mason said, his voice low but firm. “I don’t know how, but we will find a way to turn you back. Just… keep it together, okay?”

Cooper looked up at him, tears streaming down his face. “They changed me,” he choked out. “I barely even recognize myself…”

Mason swallowed hard, fighting back the rising tide of panic. “We’ll fix this,” he promised, though he had no idea how. “But first, we’ve got to get out of here.”

He reached for the door handle, his heart hammering. Whatever was happening inside Red Wave Solutions, Mason knew one thing for sure: he had to expose it, no matter the cost.

Mason had barely finished reassuring Cooper when the man doubled over again, this time clutching his chest with both hands. The cracking and popping sounds of shifting bone and sinew returned, louder and more unsettling than before. Mason’s stomach twisted in fear as Cooper’s body began to shake once more.

“Cooper?” Mason asked, his voice shaking as he stepped back. “What’s happening now?”

Cooper let out a low groan that turned into a guttural moan as his entire body suddenly began to swell with immense mass. In an instant, his arms ballooned with muscle. His biceps and forearms thickened rapidly, straining the sleeves of his Britney Spears shirt until they began to tear at the seams. His chest expanded, leaving his plump pecs pressed tightly against the fabric as his shoulders further broadened and filled out. His newly-jockish frame was already disappearing, undergoing an extreme metamorphosis as more layers of powerful muscle began to flood his physique.��

“Holy… shit…,” Mason muttered, his voice barely audible over the sound of Cooper’s transformation.

The changes didn’t stop with his upper body, as Cooper’s thighs and calves surged with muscle, causing his jeans to pull taut until the fabric threatened to split. His abdomen, which had been toned yet flat before, rippled with abs so bulging and pronounced they looked sculpted from stone. And yet, even as Mason watched, a soft layer of fat began to spread over Cooper’s newly chiseled physique. His once-defined six-pack faded into the softer outline of a bulkier, slightly rounded stomach, giving him the appearance of a well-fed, off-season athlete… or a frat bro who spent as much time lifting weights as he did guzzling beer.

Cooper let out a long, low moan as the transformation slowed. His once frail and shaky voice was now deep and resonant, though his words came out in a stilted, almost dazed manner. “Holy shit, bro,” he said, looking down at his enormous hands and flexing them experimentally. “What… what happened to me?!”

Mason’s breath hitched as he stared at the hulking figure before him. Cooper’s face still bore a trace of his former self, but it was broader now, more rugged. His blonde hair was now down to his shoulders, styled with a natural set of curls that gave him a sort of redneck-chic style befitting of a frat bro. The sight was surreal, and Mason’s instincts screamed at him to leave.

He took a step back, glancing at the door. “Look, Cooper,” he said cautiously, his voice trembling. “I– I think you’re going to be okay still. Just… stay here. I need to figure out how to get us out of this mess.”

But the words felt hollow even as he spoke them. Every fiber of his being told him he couldn’t stay here any longer. Whatever was happening to Cooper, it was beyond anything Mason could comprehend, let alone fix.

“I’ll be right back,” Mason lied, taking another step back toward the door until his back pressed against the firm metal.

As he reached for the handle and turned it though, his heart sank. It wouldn’t budge. He yanked harder, but it quickly became clear that there was no use. The door was locked.

“No, no, no,” he muttered under his breath, his panic rising. He spun around, his eyes darting toward the small window in the door.

What he saw made his blood run cold.

Two enormous security guards stood just outside, their arms crossed over their broad chests. Both men were built like linebackers, their sharp features set in stern, no-nonsense expressions. They were looking directly at Mason, their eyes unblinking, their presence menacing.

“Oh, crap,” Mason whispered, stepping away from the door.

“Dude,” Cooper said behind him, his voice booming and casual now. “Why’s the door locked? What’s goin’ on, bro?”

Mason didn’t respond. His mind raced, trying to think of a way out. Yet as he looked around, he quickly realized that not only was the room small, but it lacked any other exits or windows. The only way out of this room was through the door – and the guards who clearly weren’t going to let him leave.

Cooper took a lumbering step toward him, his movements unsteady as he adjusted to his new burly size. “Yo, Mason,” he said, his voice a strange mix of confusion and excitement. “I feel so weird, man. Like, I’m freakin’ huge now. This is nuts!”

Mason pressed himself against the far wall, his breath quick and shallow. He had come here to expose Red Wave Solutions, but now he was trapped in a nightmare with no clear escape. And to make matters worse, the transformed Cooper was now staring at him with an unsettling mix of bewilderment and enthusiasm, as if unaware of the full extent of what had just happened to him.

The guards outside shifted slightly, their eyes never leaving Mason. It was clear they were waiting for him to make a move – which left the journalist wondering if they were simply there to stop him from interfering or eventually take him somewhere worse for finding out the truth.

Mason swallowed hard, his mind racing. Whatever was happening here, he was in way over his head.

Mason barely had time to process the sight of the guards standing outside the window before the door clicked and swung open into the room. His pulse spiked, and he took a few reflexive steps back, especially as the two massive guards rushed into the room with practiced precision and alarming speed.

“Hey! Wait–” Mason shouted, but the words were cut off as one guard grabbed his left arm and the other seized his right. Their grips were like iron, pinning him in place with an effortless strength that left him completely immobilized.

“Let me go!” Mason demanded, struggling futilely against their hold.

But his cries went ignored. The guards didn’t so much as glance at him, their stony expressions remaining fixed ahead like robots as they held him firmly.

Mason’s eyes darted to Cooper, desperate for help, but the sight before him made his stomach drop further. Cooper was staring at his reflection in the mirror mounted on the far wall, his now-massive hands running over his muscular chest and arms. His face, once soft and pretty, had undergone further dramatic transformation. The delicate features had sharpened into something rugged and masculine – a stubble-covered jawline that could cut glass, a straight nose, a set of manly lips adorned with a trimmed mustache, and thick brows that framed eyes filled with a vacant yet self-satisfied glint. For a moment, the man played with his hair, enjoying running his thick, callused fingers through his long wavy strands.

“Cooper!” Mason called, hoping to snap him out of his trance.

But Cooper didn’t respond, his attention entirely consumed by his own image. He flexed, his bulging biceps straining the tattered remnants of his shirt, his lips curving into a smirk as he admired his physique.

The sound of deliberate, measured footsteps echoed through the room, drawing Mason’s attention away. His eyes widened as a figure emerged in the doorway – a handsome, middle-aged man with perfectly trimmed stubble and sharp, piercing eyes. Dressed in a tailored suit that exuded authority, the man carried himself with an unsettling confidence.

He stepped inside, surveying the room with a smile that sent chills down Mason’s spine. His gaze lingered on Cooper for a moment, his expression one of approval, before turning toward Mason.

“Well, isn’t this quite the scene,” the man said, his voice smooth and commanding. “Cooper is coming along beautifully, wouldn’t you say?”

Mason didn’t answer, his throat dry as he glared at the man.

The stranger’s attention returned to Cooper, who was now flexing in earnest, his massive arms and broad shoulders filling the small space. “You’re doing great, Cooper,” the man encouraged, his tone warm and enthusiastic. “Just look at you. All that weakness, all that self-doubt – it’s melting away, isn’t it? You’re finally becoming the straight alpha male you were always meant to be.”

“No,” Mason muttered under his breath, shaking his head. “This isn’t right. Cooper, don’t listen to him!”

But Cooper didn’t even glance at him. Instead, his expression remained precisely trained at his new reflection and hyper-masculine face as one hand moved down to paw at his immensely-sized crotch. “Yeah… yeah, bro,” Cooper said, his voice deep and almost gravelly. “I feel so… powerful.”

The man chuckled, his smile widening. “That’s it. Embrace it. Let go of that weak, pitiful version of yourself. Expel it. You don’t need it anymore.”

“Cooper, stop!” Mason shouted, straining against the guards’ hold. “This isn’t you! Don’t give into what this asshole and his fucked up company wants!”

But his words were drowned out by the older man’s encouragement. “Come on, Cooper. Show us you’re ready. Show us you’re done with that fragile little self you used to be.”

Cooper’s grin turned almost feral as he stepped back from the mirror, his massive hands now split between jerking himself off and squeezing his immense new form. He thrust his hips forward once, then again, his body trembling as he gave in to whatever compulsion was driving him.

“No!” Mason screamed, his voice cracking as he fought against the guards with renewed desperation.

Cooper bucked his hips one last time, his movements growing erratic until he froze as a torrent of cum shot out of his thick cock. Mason watched as the man’s eyes rolled back into his head, his chest heaving as a guttural groan escaped his lips.

Mason’s blood ran cold. Whatever was happening to Cooper was reaching its horrifying conclusion, and Mason had no idea how to stop it.

Cooper – or rather, the person who had once been Cooper – stirred a few minutes later, his head jerking slightly before his eyes fluttered open. Mason froze, watching in disbelief as the hulking man came to. The confusion was evident in the newly sculpted frat bro’s face as he blinked a few times, taking in his surroundings.

“Uh… what the hell is going on, broskis?” he mumbled, his deep voice carrying an unfamiliar, lazy drawl. His gaze darted from the guards restraining Mason to the middle-aged man standing with a smug expression, and finally landed on Mason himself.

As recognition failed to surface in his eyes, the now-transformed man tilted his head, his lips pulling into a cocky smirk. “Yo, wait a sec… are you, like, a homo or something? Tryna sneak a peek at my badass bod or check out my… uh…” He flexed one arm and cupped his other hand over his crotch with a crude laugh. “…my impressive package, bro?”

Mason’s mouth fell open. “Cooper, it’s me, it’s Mason! Don’t you remember anything? You came here because–”

“Shut it,” the other man interrupted before snapping his fingers at the guards holding Mason. Without hesitation, they reached up and clamped strong hands over his mouth in order to silence him. Mason struggled, muffled protests escaping as he glared daggers at the older man.

The mysterious man turned to the hulking figure, his demeanor calm and calculated. “You’re quite perceptive, Jackson. As a matter of fact, we did indeed catch Mr. Samsen here sneaking into your room while you were in the middle of your… business.”

Instantly, Jackson’s brows furrowed as his expression darkened. He clenched his fists, the sound of his knuckles cracking echoing ominously in the small room. “What the fuck, bro?” he said, his voice a mix of anger and indignation. “You some kinda creep? Lemme guess, you’re some kind of fucked up fairy jealous of what a real man looks like?”

Mason shook his head frantically, trying to plead through the guards’ hands. His muffled cries went unnoticed by Jackson, whose frustration seemed to bubble over.

“Yo, I’ll mess you up, dude,” Jackson growled, taking a menacing step forward. His massive form towered over Mason, the threat in his body language clear.

But before Jackson could act, the middle-aged man raised a hand, his commanding tone cutting through the tension. “Now, now, Jackson. There’s no need for violence.” He nodded toward one of the guards standing by the door. “Escort Jackson to the lounge, would you? He’s had an intense day coming to terms with his inner truth, so I’m sure he could use some time to relax.”

One of the guards stepped forward, placing a hand on Jackson’s broad shoulder. “C’mon, man. Let’s go.”

Jackson hesitated for a moment, his gaze flicking back to Mason. But then he shrugged, his frustration melting into indifference. “Yeah, whatever. You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today, bro,” he muttered, turning to follow the guard out of the room.

As the door clicked shut behind them, the man shifted his attention back to Mason. His warm smile was chilling in its insincerity. “Now, Mr. Samsen,” he said, stepping closer. “It’s your turn. You’ve poked your nose into matters you shouldn’t, so now it’s time for you to not only get punished but find a way to truly contribute to our cause.”

Mason’s eyes widened as the man continued, his tone almost fatherly. “You’ve spent so much time fighting against what you perceive as wrong. But you’ll soon realize that you’ve been on the wrong side of history all along. Don’t worry though, we’ll be gentle in helping you see the truth. And once you do, you’ll become the Conservative you were always meant to be...”

To read part two, click here.

[gummilutt]

Autonomous crafting for all teen+ Sims

I've never before been so happy to share a creation! Get ready to get crafting, because it's about to get autonomous! Released today in collaboration with the wonderful @joplayingthesims who has built a community lot for the mod, seen in the pictures below. Exciting!

In my game, I have a community lot with crafting stations for Sims who can't afford one, or don't have space for one. But as I visited it recently with one of my college students wanting to learn flower arrangement, I got a bit depressed by all the empty stations and the other visitors just standing around chatting. I wondered if anyone had added autonomy, and I came upon iCad's autonomy enabler. While neat, it only adds autonomy for the active household which is the opposite of what I wanted. So I made my own that enables it for visiting Sims as well, only to quickly realize how annoying that got. All these Sims asking me to pick a recolor for them, blergh! So I went on tweaking, fixing the annoyances as they came up, and here we are! Finally it is possible to have a lively crafting studio where all Sims participate, without being annoying for you the player! Are you excited? Because I am excited!

What does the mod do? - Enables autonomy on "make many" and "continue" (see readme for more info on why not make one) for all five original crafting types - Robots, toy making, flower arrangement, pottery and sewing - Does NOT charge your Sims money for background Sim crafting. Money sounds and visuals show for all Sims, but only your current households crafting charges household funds. - By default only autonomous on community lots. Has optional autonomy on residential/apartment lots, you can enable autonomy on those lot types by placing the Autonomy Toggler object somewhere on the lot (custom object made using parts of the FT crafting clutter, found in hobbies/misc for 1 simoleon). I set it up this way as residential autonomy sounds irritating to me, but I'm all about flexibility for the user. Perhaps you want to run arts classes at your residential playable school, or you simply like autonomy more than I do :) Please note that autonomy advertisement is tuned with community lot use in mind, so it might be higher than you'd want for residential. If there's interest I am happy to make a second version with lower advertising for those who primarily want residential use. If you are somewhat familiar with TTAB edits yourself, you can try changing attenuation code to low or medium to limit advertisement distance which will reduce appeal to Sims. VER 2: Toggler object now also works on community lots, turning off autonomy if present on community lot. Residential/apartment behavior remains the same as before. - Fixes annoyances with background crafting, such as selecting recolors and pop ups about progress - Changes inventory mechanics to allow for owned studio-type use, in case you'd like a friendly owner Sim present to provide instruction. Crafting now only goes to business lot owner if done by an employee, otherwise crafting Sim gets the object. Includes home business, so if it bothered you that family members don't get to keep their work, this also fixes that. If that part annoys you, see readme for how to remove this feature.

Download mod on simfileshare | Download ver 2 on simfileshare (New version out, fixing a bug reported by Nemertes. More info here)

You might say "Okay well fun for you Gummi, but I don't have a community lot with crafting stations, so why would I need this?". Well fortunately Joandsarah has the solution for that problem! Check out the cute crafting studio she built to give all of you a place to start community crafting! Available on MTS

Conflicts: Only known conflict is iCad's original autonomy enabler, you have to pick if you want hers version of autonomy, or mine :) Readme contains breakdown of the functionality of all parts, to help you decide a load order should you encounter conflicts. It should be possible to resolve conflicts though if there are any others, so please report them to me :)

Credits: @joplayingthesims for collaborating with me and providing a lot that you can get started with if you don't have one, iCad at @dramallamadingdang for the original autonomy enabling mod, @cityof2morrow who helped playtest the mod

If anyone else builds a community lot intended for autonomous use, I hope you let me know somehow so I can add links to it in my post :) If any other modders see ways to improve on what I did, please feel free to do so :) I am hoping to eventually post an update that sends all crafting to inventory to fix the make one issue, and the station clogging that happens over time.

[collabsoftech]

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[enterprise-cloud-services]

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[rubylogan15]

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[public-cloud-computing]

Unlock the full potential of your data with Generative AI! Discover how it's transforming Business Intelligence for smarter, data-driven strategies.

[generative-ai-in-bi]

Generative AI: Redefining Data Analysis in Business

In the swiftly changing environment of data analysis, companies are permanently requiring for novel approaches to be able to find manageable outputs and gain a market advantage. Step into Generative AI �� an innovative technology that is about to rewrite the way organizations generate and analyze their data. Here, we explore the revolutionary power of Generative AI in changing the old data analysis methods and helping organizations to take more competent decisions that would contribute to the growth and sustainability of the business.

Introduction to Generative AI in Business Intelligence:

As businesses have to deal with the increasing volumes of data, the demand for advanced analytics tools has never been higher than now. AI-driven generative technology brings about the transformational change in the way data analysis is carried out, helping to fabricate artificial data, forecast trends, and enhance the decision-making process.

Understanding the Landscape of AI Business Analytics Tools:

AI driven business analytics tools have emerged as essential assets in the arsenals of organizations from various industries. They use their advanced algorithms and machine learning methods to received important insights from complicated datasets.

The Role of Generative AI in AI-Powered Business Intelligence:

Generative AI is the essence of AI-powered business intelligence which enables companies to extract and use meaningful insights from multiple data sources. The accurate simulations and forecasts made by the Generative AI empower businesses to predict market trends, discover and exploit opportunities, prevent problems before they occur.

Harnessing AI Predictive Analytics for Strategic Decision-Making:

AI predictive analytics, as the core of the cutting-edge business intelligence methodology, makes it possible for companies to forecast trends with incredible accuracy. Through historical data pattern analysis and real-time information inclusion, AI predictive analytics promotes data-driven decision making at each organizational level.

Unlocking the Potential of AI-Based Forecasting:

AI-based forecasting algorithms utilize sophisticated machine learning models, which enable them to predict future patterns and trends. AI-based forecasting, in its function as demand prediction, financial planning, and resource optimization, helps businesses to allocate resources effectively and to stay at the cutting edge.

Empowering Decision Support Systems with AI-Driven Insights:

DSS (Decision support systems), which are AI-driven, furnish the decision-makers with insightful recommendations and strategy for their findings. Through processing huge datasets to identify the connections, AI-based DSS provide organizations with the possibility of making real-time informed decisions.

The Evolution of AI-Enabled Business Reporting Solutions:

More and more modern business reporting products are being generated as an answer to the growing need for your real-time insights and customizable analytics. Advanced AI-powered reporting systems utilize natural language processing and data visualization technologies to tailor dynamic reports to the distinct needs of the stakeholders

Visualizing Data with AI-Powered Data Visualization:

AI-supported data visualization tools allow companies to change intricate datasets into attractive and interactive visual models. These tools empower data analysis with the aid of sophisticated algorithms and pattern recognition tools which in turn provides a platform for informed decision making.

Navigating the Future of Data Analytics with Generative AI:

As organizations become a part of the digital transformation era, Generative AI is ready to take its place as one of the core principles in shaping data analytics of the future. From improving the accuracy of forecasts to revealing the unknown information, Generative AI will provide you with the key to new chances for decision-making based on data.

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For business entities, AI investment is no more a luxury but a necessary strategic move for organizations wishing to gain competitive edge. Organizations can be able to automate most operations, reduce inefficiencies, and improve innovation across every aspect of their business simply by incorporating Generative AI into their business intelligence frameworks.

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Ultimately, Generative AI can be the revolutionary technology that will transform business minds about data processing forever. A new worldwide development approach is the merger of humans with artificial intelligence, and it can be used by organisations for multiple purposes like detection of new opportunities and risks and managing of sustained growth in a very complex and competitive world.

It is hard to tell whether thanks to its data model creation ability, virtual prediction of the nearest future and preparation of the solutions for the decision-makers, Generative AI will make a revolution in the area of data analysis and thus it will change business intelligence. To get past the hindrances and exploit the upsides, digital age businesses will adopt Generative AI which is critical for the future of the data-dominant world in which they are competitive.

[cultkinkcoven]

Fuck EVERYTHING is a LESSON

RAAAA

okay, so I'm looking back on my dream journal and ritual reports and shit aandd da aaaaa.. Lucifer is so aaaa.

In retrospect its always so crazy to see his prophecies and sneaky little advice unfold. And of course its so erotic. NSFW Trigger Warning by the waY.

The other night I had a dream/ trance thing  where I wasn't really trying to channel or contact anyone in particular, I was kind of just meditating. I found myself in a place I have been a couple times before. a sort of living room, study area, filled with large bookcases, a big couch, a fireplace, plush carpets. Usually, whenever I find myself in this place, I am accompanied by Lord Lucifer. But today, I found myself in the presence of Prince Cerberus (Naberius), who appeared to me as a large black Hound. Just one head today. I was slightly disappointed Lucifer wasn’t there.

Before Cerberus was a kind of device that seemed to be  the fusion of a speaker, and an electric machine. Prince Cerberus explained to me that the machine worked quite similarly to a cymatic device. By inputting my own energy through my hands, the machine would vibrate at a certain frequency and create a pattern with a beam of light. My task was to input a specific amount of energy that would create a vibration that would, when pointed at a lit candle, cause the flame to be put out. 

Before the machine was also a screen which displayed a wave pattern. Cerberus explained to me that this was the solution, he had already given it to me, and it was my task to recreate it. He advised me that this would take quite a bit of practice, and you did not expect me to achieve it in this session. I suppose the idea behind this exercise was to learn how to more precisely control the flow of energy through my body, and to visualize it and a form similar to sound. 

I sat on the floor before the machine and tested it out a couple times. He told me to focus my energy into my hands and through my fingertips, connected to the copper plates that measured the flow of energy. As I did, a weak pattern could be seen  in the beam of light. it was really wicked to behold.  Then after playing around a bit, I got more serious and started to explore the different ways in which my energy manifested through the machine. More effort created a sharper wave, too little would be too subtle to notice. The different beams affected the candle flame, made it wave and bloom, but not go out. It was actually kind of fun and challenging. 

After a while, what I would think to be about 30 minutes or so, Prince Cerberus rose from his spot on the carpet and commented that he would check up on me later.  He also advised me that I might be here a while, and if I didn't achieve the correct pattern in long enough time, I was free to leave. Don’t be too hard on myself or whatever.

I probably stayed there making attempts for what may have been three or so hours. I don't know if this makes any sense, but while within this astral experience or dream, I also began to feel sleepy. After a while I was slouching, and while I tried to remain focused I felt like I was draining myself. I think I literally was. By the end of it, the candle was almost burnt out and I rested on my stomach on the soft carpet, basically snoozing. 

Then I felt someone enter the room, but. I knew it wasn't Cerberus. Their energy crept up on me, lofty and lowly like a serpent. I’m not entirely sure at what point I lost my robe. Before my eyes had time to open I felt a weight on my back and rear, and skin like warmth and stiffness between my thighs. When my eyes did open I found that my undergarments had been pulled down. A breathless hum crept into my ear and my legs were separated further. A hum escaped me too as his movements became more familiar. Lord Lucifer was already inside me before I was really lucid. I felt cozy, I was pleasantly surprised by his presence. 

“I missed you, Father” I lazily whispered, and he cupped my face in his hand. 

“I missed you too, my sweet boy,” he purred through gentle strokes. “What are you doing, love?”

He gestured to the machine. I pushed myself against him closer. I didn’t need to use words to explain, he understood everything through a look. He found it interesting, smiling and taking my hand in his. He placed my finger on the metal plate whilst still holding me, still inside me, and told me to try once more. So I obeyed, still not really paying all that much attention to the machine, but enjoying the feeling of his energy travelling through me. The candle bloomed and waved before finally succumbing to the energy and being put out.

Lucifer looked down at me, seeming to expect some kind of reaction, but I was so overwhelmed by his actions that I could only kiss him. He chuckled and continued his original action, kissing and biting my neck and shoulders.

When Prince Cerberus returned, Lord Lucifer had me laid up in his arms on the couch, finished with his activity and I in total bliss. Cerberus approached the unlit candle with suspicion. 

“He didn’t do it,” Lucifer commented, “It didn’t count, he used my assistance.”

“So the boy cheated?” Cerberus asked, seeming somewhat surprised that I would dare. Lucifer smiled.

“No, no. It’s my fault. I wanted to show him how, I couldn't help myself. Don’t hold it against him. Let him rest,” he answered. Cerberus blew air out of his nose. I cuddled closer to Lucifer.

“He made good attempt today, next time he will do better. Leave us,” Lucifer said, and Prince Cerberus finally agreed, deciding to let Lucifer take over me.

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Okay wild, right? I was going to keep this to myself... because I didn't really.. see the significance of this just random appearance of Lucifer during this exercise with Prince Cerberus.. I kind of just assumed it was my subconscious being really horny.. But..

 now.. looking back at this in retrospect.. he was giving me a fucking hint… like,

 I spent all that time messing with that machine and trying to figure out how to best channel my energy through it, and my consistent problem was just exhaustion.. I was drained, and Lucifer didn't immediately fill my battery or anything, but it was much easier to allow the flow of energy when I was focusing on or feeling an intense emotion, in this case pleasure. Immediately after this, having my little crash out about my family and feeling melancholy about all that shit, I realized that he was giving me a little preemptive advice that would help me advance through both the experiment and my own inner turmoil.

I have this great reservoir of intense emotion now lol,  and although it is not positive, it is very strong. I have this thing now and I have no choice but to have it, so I might as well use it. The next time I return to that experiment I can bet that Lucifer's methods will come in handy. In a way, he did help me cheat in the end.