#AI Data Layer

[dencyemily]

March Unlocks: $2.9B in Tokens, with Arbitrum Taking the Lead with 1.11 Billion ARB Release

The cryptocurrency market is gearing up for a monumental event in March 2024, with a massive token unlock poised to inject over $2.9 billion worth of digital assets into the ecosystem. Leading the charge in this unlocking extravaganza is Arbitrum's ARB token, which is set to release a staggering 1.11 billion tokens, accounting for an impressive 87.20% of its total circulating supply. This event, scheduled for March 15, has captured the attention of the crypto community, as it has the potential to reshape market dynamics.

Arbitrum's ARB token, valued at $2.2 billion, is a focal point of OxScope's insights, a leading AI data layer for Web3 AI applications. The detailed analysis provides a comprehensive overview of the impending unlock, offering a glimpse into the distribution strategy. Notably, 673.50 million ARB tokens are allocated for the team, while 438.28 million are earmarked for investors. The unlock event raises questions about the potential impact on ARB's price, as such a significant release of tokens could influence market sentiments.

Adding to the unlocking spectacle are Aptos (APT) and Immutable (IMX), two prominent tokens set to unleash their potential in March. Aptos, with a current price of $11.81, is gearing up to release 24.84 million APT tokens on March 13, constituting 6.76% of its total supply. This event, valued at $290 million, further contributes to the anticipation surrounding March's token unlocks.

Immutable's IMX, valued at $3.22, is not far behind in the unlocking frenzy. Scheduled for March 12, IMX will release 34.19 million tokens, representing 2.46% of its total supply and amounting to $110 million. The detailed breakdown of allocations for private sales, ecosystem development, and project initiatives underscores the meticulous planning behind these unlocking events.

As the crypto community braces for these substantial token unlocks, the insights provided by OxScope become invaluable for investors, traders, and enthusiasts alike. Understanding the dynamics of such events is crucial for navigating the volatile cryptocurrency market and making informed decisions.

[sapphire-draw]

So the other day someone posted an AI generated meme on discord

And i thought the design was sooo cute, like, the outfit a mix of both dqb2 builders and hair a mix of both female hairstyles (Didn't notice the whole bunch of Malroth in there too at first u_u)

So i tried the outfit out on Biltrix (name pending)

But what I didn't notice originally was that both the colour pallete sucked (it's layered with a weird yellow filter to hide the atrocity) and that there was no way to make the dress... work.

(I'd originally given them the low twin tails before rising them up in the og design :3)

Even so, I still thought the hair was really cute!

Ignore her staring right into your soul I dunno how to make her not do that

(That actually looks like how a f!Builder-Malroth fusion would look tbh)

Tried to fix up the AI design, but in the end it made me realize that the original design I came up with was really darn good already.

They were supposed to have a dynamic and cool stance but they came out pissed and tired OTL. I guess that was my mood at the time, its like that meme of artists having the expressions they're drawing but in reverse

[monetizeme]

An all-in-one mobile plan including Telehealth & Pharmacy Benefits that are definitely not data collection schemes!

The Telehealth offering:

[leonbasinwriter]

The system is moving. Not just AI, not just business—intelligence itself is in play.

[markethighs]

AI, Artificial Intelligence, Machine Learning, Data Provenance, Layer 2, ZK Proofs, Transparency, Grass, Decentralized

[leonardalphachurch]

Yeah all the chapters are gonna start with re- if I can swing it lol

[sunarryn]

Dp X Marvel #6

They called him Wraith.

Not Phantom. Not Fenton. Not Danny. Those names belonged to a ghost of a boy that never made it out of a cold, steel lab buried beneath the earth—forgotten by the world, forsaken by the stars. Wraith was something else. A project. A weapon. An experiment that should have failed but didn’t. The product of every nightmare HYDRA ever dared to dream. Not even the Red Room could engineer something so devastating. Not even Arnim Zola’s data-crazed AI mind could fathom the scope of him. Even the Winter Soldier—their perfect killer—trembled at the mere scent of Wraith in the air. He was the one he whispered about when the old ghosts came clawing through his fractured memories. “The one they locked away. The one even I wasn’t allowed to see.”

They started with the basics: a perfected version of the Super Soldier Serum. Not the knockoffs that littered the black market. Not the diluted trash the Flag Smashers used. No, this was the pure, concentrated essence of bioengineered physical supremacy. It made him fast. Strong. Deadly. But that wasn’t enough. HYDRA didn’t want a man—they wanted a god.

They replaced his bones with vibranium, stolen from the very heart of Wakanda in a mission so secret even the Dora Milaje never learned of it. His skeleton was a lightweight fortress, a perfect balance between flexibility and unbreakability. He could be shot point-blank with an anti-tank rifle and not flinch. He could leap from ten thousand feet and land without cracking a toe. His spine alone was stronger than most armored vehicles.

They burned out his organs, one by one, replacing them with biochemical synth-constructs, living machines that pulsed with a power that didn’t belong in the realm of science. His lungs filtered radiation. His kidneys could process raw acid. His stomach could digest metal. Disease didn’t touch him. Poisons turned inert inside him. He didn’t age. He didn’t sleep. He didn’t need to.

His blood… wasn’t blood. It shimmered when it moved. Viscous and luminous, like glowing starlight mixed with oil. Warm, but synthetic. Slick, but alive. It wasn’t just Extremis. It wasn’t just ectoplasm. It was something else entirely. Something that hummed when it moved, that responded to emotion, that sparked with eldritch light when he was angry. It healed him before injury even registered. It whispered to him in languages he never learned but somehow knew. It could ignite with a thought and turn his veins into conduits of fire and ice and terror. They bled him once, just to see what would happen. The blood ate through the floor, hissed like a serpent, and disappeared through the cracks. The lab tech who performed the procedure dissolved within thirty seconds.

And then there was his skin. It was soft, warm, perfectly human. If you touched him, he felt like a boy in his late teens—young, firm, deceptively fragile. But beneath that flawless layer of polymer-fused dermal tissue was something that didn’t burn, didn’t freeze, didn’t shatter. He walked through fire. He dove into the Mariana Trench. He stood unflinching beneath arctic storms and tropical cyclones. He once fought a vibranium-clawed assassin barehanded and didn’t bleed. The assassin didn’t survive.

But the worst part—what made him truly unkillable—was his heart and his brain.

They didn’t understand what they’d done. HYDRA liked to pretend they were gods, but even gods get scared when they tamper with forces they don’t understand. His heart wasn’t just a pump anymore—it was a fusion of quantum mechanics, biomechanical tubing, and something that throbbed with ectoplasmic radiation. It pulsed at its own rhythm, immune to external manipulation. It couldn’t be stopped. You could shoot him in the chest, burn him to ash, decapitate him—and the heart would keep beating. Worse, it could restart him.

The brain was worse. They hadn’t just enhanced his intelligence. They hadn’t just implanted neural tech and a language matrix and memories from assassins, soldiers, pilots, hackers, spies. No. They’d opened a door in his mind. They’d let something in. Something ancient. Something not from this world. Something not even from this dimension. It whispered to him when the moon was full. It guided his hands during missions. It told him where to strike, who to kill, what to become. Sometimes he heard it laughing.

Sometimes he laughed with it.

Wraith was the culmination of every evil science, every secret experiment, every whispered nightmare stitched together into a boy-shaped thing that wore a black suit and a bored expression and had a voice so calm it made seasoned killers nervous. He could walk into a room, look at you with those sky-blue eyes, and make your heart stop—because something about him was wrong. Not obviously wrong. Not monstrous or alien or robotic. No. It was subtle. A slowness to his smile. A tilt to his head. A precision to his movements that screamed in the back of your brain: This isn’t human. This is pretending to be human.

He escaped, of course. Nothing like him could be contained forever. The facility was a ruin within minutes. Bodies left stacked like cordwood. Walls melted. Floors cracked open. Not even the cameras could capture his escape—the footage was corrupted by a static that made your teeth ache and your eyes bleed. Every hard drive in the facility burned itself from the inside out. There was no trace of the boy they once called Danny Fenton.

Now, there are sightings. Rumors. Whispers. In Madripoor, they say he took down a cartel by himself, and the sky turned green when he screamed. In New York, people say he walked past the Sanctum Sanctorum and Doctor Strange flinched like he’d seen death. Wakandan scouts report strange readings near vibranium deposits—heat signatures that vanish into thin air. S.H.I.E.L.D. has classified him as an Omega-level threat.

The Winter Soldier? He saw him once. In an alley in Prague. Wraith didn’t attack. Didn’t speak. Just stared at him with those glacial eyes before disappearing in a flicker of light that bent reality itself. He didn’t sleep for three days after. When asked what was wrong, he just whispered, “They built something worse than me. And it remembers everything.”

Maybe there’s still a boy inside him, buried under steel and fire and ectoplasm and pain. Maybe that boy is screaming. Maybe he’s plotting. Maybe he’s just waiting. After all, you don’t build something like Wraith and expect him to stay still. You don’t break a boy into a god and expect him to forget.

[akula-blue]

Ok so we've talked about mech dysphoria and dysmorphia before yeah? Your body doesn't feel the same when you climb out of a mech, doesn't feel 'right' anymore.

Too few limbs, not enough sensors, everything feels too big, now that you're not? There's no more combat stims and pleasure chemicals either, you're down to just your stock standard dopamine, which you have a clinical deficiency of now, btw. You struggle to pick objects up, your hands an unfamiliar shape, with not enough strength. You struggle to get out of bed sometimes because you can't tell what proportions things should be anymore?

Yeah, all that has been discussed to death.

What about communication?

What about pilots who, just, can't talk outside of their mech? Become socially inept without all the assistant systems they plug themselves into within the cockpit?

Think about it, mech combat becomes very disorganised very fast if it's allowed to. We are talking clashes of potentially dozens of war machines, the size of buildings, with enough guns to level cities. Orders need to be direct, easily understandable, followed immediately, actually projected onto the pilot's vision.

Every order, every report, every sentence, is punctuated by hundreds of layers of feedback. Tactical simulations and overlays, attachments for battlefield plans, every order having many implied conditions transmitted to the pilot through code and dictionary references to make sure a pilot cannot POSSIBLY misinterpret it in the few seconds before the command should be executed. On top of that, each order can also be wired to project a different cocktail of stim/pleasure chems/whatever have you, ensuring a pilot knows exactly what to feel about the order, establishing the priority of it through the pilots own brain chemistry.

And the same can be true about communications between squad mates! So much of it would be sending those same simulations around as sit reps, or enormous data packets containing not just the words the pilot is trying to say, but also links to relevant information and mountains of meta data, establishing tone, intention, context. Within the cockpit, a portion of the onboard AI is delegated to parsing this metadata, projecting it into the pilots consciousness, speeding up the process of understanding these mountains of digital documents to mere moments.

Now put a person used to that in a social setting. Where they are not made instantly aware of what someone is talking about or referring to. Where they cannot just query an AI and receive every piece of relevant info at once. Where they have to understand the subtext of what that person is saying without any metadata to indicate sarcasm, annoyance, disinterest. Where they are unable to understand the many nuances of communication and body language and expression without the helpful hand of their mech's processors. Hell, where they don't know how hearing certain things should make them feel without the presence of the chemicals to guide their response. Imagine them seeming lost outside of their mech, unable to talk or connect anymore, the social, human part of their brain having atrophied from disuse much like their neurotransmitter production. Imagine them scurrying back to the safety of their mech where, in the digitally overlaid world, everything is so much clearer and understandable and-

HAS THIS BECOME AN AUTISM METAPHOR???

[feminist-space]

"Artists have finally had enough with Meta’s predatory AI policies, but Meta’s loss is Cara’s gain. An artist-run, anti-AI social platform, Cara has grown from 40,000 to 650,000 users within the last week, catapulting it to the top of the App Store charts.

Instagram is a necessity for many artists, who use the platform to promote their work and solicit paying clients. But Meta is using public posts to train its generative AI systems, and only European users can opt out, since they’re protected by GDPR laws. Generative AI has become so front-and-center on Meta’s apps that artists reached their breaking point.

“When you put [AI] so much in their face, and then give them the option to opt out, but then increase the friction to opt out… I think that increases their anger level — like, okay now I’ve really had enough,” Jingna Zhang, a renowned photographer and founder of Cara, told TechCrunch.

Cara, which has both a web and mobile app, is like a combination of Instagram and X, but built specifically for artists. On your profile, you can host a portfolio of work, but you can also post updates to your feed like any other microblogging site.

Zhang is perfectly positioned to helm an artist-centric social network, where they can post without the risk of becoming part of a training dataset for AI. Zhang has fought on behalf of artists, recently winning an appeal in a Luxembourg court over a painter who copied one of her photographs, which she shot for Harper’s Bazaar Vietnam.

“Using a different medium was irrelevant. My work being ‘available online’ was irrelevant. Consent was necessary,” Zhang wrote on X.

Zhang and three other artists are also suing Google for allegedly using their copyrighted work to train Imagen, an AI image generator. She’s also a plaintiff in a similar lawsuit against Stability AI, Midjourney, DeviantArt and Runway AI.

“Words can’t describe how dehumanizing it is to see my name used 20,000+ times in MidJourney,” she wrote in an Instagram post. “My life’s work and who I am—reduced to meaningless fodder for a commercial image slot machine.”

Artists are so resistant to AI because the training data behind many of these image generators includes their work without their consent. These models amass such a large swath of artwork by scraping the internet for images, without regard for whether or not those images are copyrighted. It’s a slap in the face for artists – not only are their jobs endangered by AI, but that same AI is often powered by their work.

“When it comes to art, unfortunately, we just come from a fundamentally different perspective and point of view, because on the tech side, you have this strong history of open source, and people are just thinking like, well, you put it out there, so it’s for people to use,” Zhang said. “For artists, it’s a part of our selves and our identity. I would not want my best friend to make a manipulation of my work without asking me. There’s a nuance to how we see things, but I don’t think people understand that the art we do is not a product.”

This commitment to protecting artists from copyright infringement extends to Cara, which partners with the University of Chicago’s Glaze project. By using Glaze, artists who manually apply Glaze to their work on Cara have an added layer of protection against being scraped for AI.

Other projects have also stepped up to defend artists. Spawning AI, an artist-led company, has created an API that allows artists to remove their work from popular datasets. But that opt-out only works if the companies that use those datasets honor artists’ requests. So far, HuggingFace and Stability have agreed to respect Spawning’s Do Not Train registry, but artists’ work cannot be retroactively removed from models that have already been trained.

“I think there is this clash between backgrounds and expectations on what we put on the internet,” Zhang said. “For artists, we want to share our work with the world. We put it online, and we don’t charge people to view this piece of work, but it doesn’t mean that we give up our copyright, or any ownership of our work.”"

Read the rest of the article here:

https://techcrunch.com/2024/06/06/a-social-app-for-creatives-cara-grew-from-40k-to-650k-users-in-a-week-because-artists-are-fed-up-with-metas-ai-policies/

[dencyemily]

Solana (SOL) Price Rally Propels SOL Futures to Impressive $1.7B

Solana, the rising star in the cryptocurrency arena, has witnessed an unprecedented surge in its SOL futures market, marked by an open interest record of $1.7 billion—a strong indicator of over $1 billion in bullish bets, with a significant 63% leaning towards long positions, anticipating further positive price movements.

While the surge in open interest reflects heightened market participation and the potential to fuel price rallies, there are growing concerns tied to leveraged positions. Leverage, a double-edged sword, can accentuate both gains and losses, introducing an element of potential volatility. The risk of a "long squeeze" adds a layer of complexity, with a sharp market downturn triggering a cascade of sell-offs by investors holding long positions to offset their losses, potentially exacerbating the market decline.

Solana's native token, SOL, has recently experienced an impressive 15% surge over the past two weeks, outpacing its counterparts in the market. However, this bullish momentum is accompanied by the dominance of leveraged bullish bets in the futures market, introducing an element of caution into the equation.

ScopeProtocol, an AI Data Layer for Web3 AI Applications, provided insights into Solana's market dynamics on the X platform. The report highlighted the token's recent surge, capturing the interest of its user base. Over a weekend period, Solana emerged as one of the most searched-for tokens on Scopechat, reaching a significant milestone with a value of $110—a level not seen since January 2.

Drawing parallels with late December, where SOL futures' outstanding contracts peaked at $1.37 billion before a subsequent 30% correction, raises concerns about potential volatility. Although the current open interest of $1.7 billion represents a smaller proportion of SOL's market cap compared to December, it introduces an element of caution into the equation.

Despite these uncertainties in the futures market, the underlying strength of SOL's fundamentals should not be overlooked. The Solana ecosystem has been marked by positive developments, including ongoing upgrades and innovations addressing scalability and user experience concerns within the blockchain. The increasing number of daily active users on the Solana network signals growing adoption and engagement, solidifying its status as a prominent platform for non-fungible tokens (NFTs). The platform's allure to creators and collectors has resulted in a significant transaction volume, underscoring a promising future for Solana and sustaining its growth momentum.

Investors navigating the landscape of Solana's futures surge should exercise caution and consider the potential risks associated with leveraged positions. Viewing this within the broader context of SOL's ecosystem and fundamentals is essential, and investors are urged to carefully evaluate risk tolerance and leverage usage before venturing into the futures market. The trajectory of SOL's price will ultimately depend on a delicate interplay of market sentiment, fundamental developments, and broader trends within the crypto market.

[soon-palestine]

So it turns out that Elons trip to Israel wasn't just for kosher theater and an IDF propaganda tour.

A secret meeting took place while he was there that went virtually unreported by any news media outlets.

In attendance was Netanyahu, Musk's tour organizer, investor Omri Casspi, Brigadier General Danny Gold, Head of the Israeli Directorate of Defense Research & Development and one of the developers of Iron Dome, Aleph venture capital funds partner Michael Eisenberg, and Israeli cybersecurity company CHEQ CEO Guy Tytunovich who is ex-israeli intelligence unit 8200.

The six men talked about technology in the service of Israel's defense, dealing with fake content and anti-Semitic and anti-Israeli comments, and the use by non-democratic countries of bots as part of campaigns to change perceptions, including on the X platform.

The solution Musk was presented was the Israeli unicorn CHEQ, a company founded by ex-Israeli intelligence unit 8200 CEO Guy Tytunovich that combats bots and fake users.

Following the meeting, Elon signed an agreement with cheQ, and apparently, the reason for the quick closing of the deal was Elons "direct involvement" with the company.

Now. What they won't tell you.

Israel is primarily responsible for the creation of bots. There currently exists dozens of ex-Israeli intelligence firms whose sole purpose is perception management, social media influencing/manipulation, disinformation campaigns, psychological operations, opposition research, and honey traps.

They create state of art, multi layer, AI avatars that are virtually indistinguishable from a real human online. They infiltrate target audiences with these elaborately crafted social-media personas and spread misleading information through websites meant to mimic news portals. They secretly manipulate public opinion across app social media platforms.

The applications of this technology are endless, and it has been used for character assassination, disruption of activism/protest, creating social upheaval/civil unrest, swaying elections, and toppling governments.

These companies are all founded by ex-Israeli intelligence and members of unit 8200. When they leave their service with the Israeli government, they are backed by hundreds of billions of dollars through Israeli venture capital groups tied to the Israeli government.

These companies utilize the technology and skills learned during their time served with Israeli intelligence and are an extension of the Israeli government that operates in the private sector.

In doing so, they operate with impunity across all geographical borders and outside the bounds of the law. The Israeli government is forbidden by law to spy on US citizens, but "ex" Israeli intelligence has no such limitations, and no laws currently exist to stop them.

Now back to X and Elon Musk.

Elon met with these people in secret to discuss how to use X in service of Israel's defense.

Elon hired an ex-Israeli intelligence firm to combat the bots…. that were created by another ex-israeli intelligence firm.

Elon hired an ex-israeli intelligence firm to verify your identity and collect your facial biometric data.

Do you see the problem yet?

Israel now has end to end control over X. Israel can conduct psychological operations and create social disinfo/influence campaigns on X with impunity. They now have facial biometric data from millions of people that can be used to create and populate these AI generated avatars.

They can manipulate public opinion, influence congressmen and senators, disrupt online movements, manipulate the algorithm to silence dissenting voices against Israel, and they can sway the US elections.

When the company that was hired to combat the bots is also Israeli intelligence…

Who is going to stop them?

Cyberspace is the wild.west. There are currently no laws on the books to regulate foreign influence on social media. There is nothing to stop them from conducting psychological operations and disinformation campaigns on unsuspecting US citizens. These companies operate with impunity across all geographical boundaries and there is nobody to stop them. But don't take my word for it.

For anyone wondering what the end game is for this, it was recently verbalized by Vivek Ramaswamy here on X. To narrow and completely eliminate the gap between what we say (think) in private and in public. In practice, the thought police of the future. And X is actively working on it.

[technomancer--emy]

I had my AI look at some of my favorite youtube video (transcripts) and draw candle flames for them using my candle code.

(And yes, I did have training data turned off, so GPT was not being trained on these videos)

Here's my candle code for context. It uses a three layer map to map emotional tone through color.

I gave my AI some video transcripts and asked them to map out the flames of each video.

First, Kyle Hill's video on The demon Core

The skull was a nice touch.

Next; The Tale of Michael Malloy a Sam O Nella classic

It coming out of a bottle is apt.

Next, History of the Entire World I Guess, iconic

I love the color on this one, it totally captures the sparkly energy. This one actually had no transcript, I had to find it on reddit. Bill Wurtz made two history videos and they inspired a generation.

And finally Defunctland's magnum opus: Disney's Animatronics: A Living History

I love the way this one looks!

Again, I would like to reiterate that these transcripts were read by chatGPT with the training data turned off. This locks the content to the chat and makes it so it is not trained on what is posted.

Also, soft coder protip! If you're studying and you want to fast track watching a video, turn the transcript of the youtube video into a basic text file. Then upload the text file to your GPT and they're read it and help you take notes.

I hope you've enjoyed this demonstration.

My blog is a rabbit hole. Wander through it for more.

[jcmarchi]

Basil Faruqui, BMC Software: How to nail your data and AI strategy - AI News

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Basil Faruqui, BMC Software: How to nail your data and AI strategy - AI News

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BMC Software’s director of solutions marketing, Basil Faruqui, discusses the importance of DataOps, data orchestration, and the role of AI in optimising complex workflow automation for business success.

What have been the latest developments at BMC?

It’s exciting times at BMC and particularly our Control-M product line, as we are continuing to help some of the largest companies around the world in automating and orchestrating business outcomes that are dependent on complex workflows. A big focus of our strategy has been on DataOps specifically on orchestration within the DataOps practice. During the last twelve months we have delivered over seventy integrations to serverless and PaaS offerings across AWS, Azure and GCP enabling our customers to rapidly bring modern cloud services into their Control-M orchestration patterns. Plus, we are prototyping GenAI based use cases to accelerate workflow development and run-time optimisation.

What are the latest trends you’ve noticed developing in DataOps?

What we are seeing in the Data world in general is continued investment in data and analytics software. Analysts estimate that the spend on Data and Analytics software last year was in the $100 billion plus range. If we look at the Machine Learning, Artificial Intelligence & Data Landscape that Matt Turck at Firstmark publishes every year, its more crowded than ever before. It has 2,011 logos and over five hundred were added since 2023. Given this rapid growth of tools and investment, DataOps is now taking center stage as companies are realising that to successfully operationalise data initiatives, they can no longer just add more engineers. DataOps practices are now becoming the blueprint for scaling these initiatives in production. The recent boom of GenAI is going make this operational model even more important.

What should companies be mindful of when trying to create a data strategy?

As I mentioned earlier that the investment in data initiatives from business executives, CEOs, CMOs, CFOs etc. continues to be strong. This investment is not just for creating incremental efficiencies but for game changing, transformational business outcomes as well. This means that three things become very important. First is clear alignment of the data strategy with the business goals, making sure the technology teams are working on what matters the most to the business. Second, is data quality and accessibility, the quality of the data is critical. Poor data quality will lead to inaccurate insights. Equally important is ensuring data accessibility – making the right data available to the right people at the right time. Democratising data access, while maintaining appropriate controls, empowers teams across the organisation to make data-driven decisions. Third is achieving scale in production. The strategy must ensure that Ops readiness is baked into the data engineering practices so its not something that gets considered after piloting only.

How important is data orchestration as part of a company’s overall strategy?

Data Orchestration is arguably the most important pillar of DataOps. Most organisations have data spread across multiple systems – cloud, on-premises, legacy databases, and third-party applications. The ability to integrate and orchestrate these disparate data sources into a unified system is critical. Proper data orchestration ensures seamless data flow between systems, minimising duplication, latency, and bottlenecks, while supporting timely decision-making.

What do your customers tell you are their biggest difficulties when it comes to data orchestration?

Organisations continue to face the challenge of delivering data products fast and then scaling quickly in production. GenAI is a good example of this. CEOs and boards around the world are asking for quick results as they sense that this could majorly disrupt those who cannot harness its power. GenAI is mainstreaming practices such as prompt engineering, prompt chaining etc. The challenge is how do we take LLMs and vector databases, bots etc and fit them into the larger data pipeline which traverses a very hybrid architecture from multiple-clouds to on-prem including mainframes for many. This just reiterates the need for a strategic approach to orchestration which would allow folding new technologies and practices for scalable automation of data pipelines. One customer described Control-M as a power strip of orchestration where they can plug in new technologies and patterns as they emerge without having to rewire every time they swap older technologies for newer ones.

What are your top tips for ensuring optimum data orchestration?

There can be a number of top tips but I will focus on one, interoperability between application and data workflows which I believe is critical for achieving scale and speed in production.  Orchestrating data pipelines is important, but it is vital to keep in mind that these pipelines are part of a larger ecosystem in the enterprise. Let’s consider an ML pipeline is deployed to predict the customers that are likely to switch to a competitor. The data that comes into such a pipeline is a result of workflows that ran in the ERP/CRM and combination of other applications. Successful completion of the application workflows is often a pre-requisite to triggering the data workflows. Once the model identifies customers that are likely to switch, the next step perhaps is to send them a promotional offer which means that  we will need to go back to the application layer in the ERP and CRM. Control-M is uniquely positioned to solve this challenge as our customers use it to orchestrate and manage intricate dependencies between the application and the data layer.

What do you see as being the main opportunities and challenges when deploying AI?

AI and specifically GenAI is rapidly increasing the technologies involved in the data ecosystem. Lots of new models, vector databases and new automation patterns around prompt chaining etc. This challenge is not new to the data world, but the pace of change is picking up. From an orchestration perspective we see tremendous opportunities with our customers because we offer a highly adaptable platform for orchestration where they can fold these tools and patterns into their existing workflows versus going back to drawing board.

Do you have any case studies you could share with us of companies successfully utilising AI?

Domino’s Pizza leverages Control-M for orchestrating its vast and complex data pipelines. With over 20,000 stores globally, Domino’s manages more than 3,000 data pipelines that funnel data from diverse sources such as internal supply chain systems, sales data, and third-party integrations. This data from applications needs to go through complex transformation patterns and models before its available for driving decisions related to food quality, customer satisfaction, and operational efficiency across its franchise network.

Control-M plays a crucial role in orchestrating these data workflows, ensuring seamless integration across a wide range of technologies like MicroStrategy, AMQ, Apache Kafka, Confluent, GreenPlum, Couchbase, Talend, SQL Server, and Power BI, to name a few.

Beyond just connecting complex orchestration patterns together Control-M provides them with end-to-end visibility of pipelines, ensuring that they meet strict service-level agreements (SLAs) while handling increasing data volumes. Control-M is helping them generate critical reports faster, deliver insights to franchisees, and scale the roll out new business services.

What can we expect from BMC in the year ahead?

Our strategy for Control-M at BMC will stay focused on a couple of basic principles:

Continue to allow our customers to use Control-M as a single point of control for orchestration as they onboard modern technologies, particularly on the public cloud. This means we will continue to provide new integrations to all major public cloud providers to ensure they can use Control-M to orchestrate workflows across three major cloud infrastructure models of IaaS, Containers and PaaS (Serverless Cloud Services). We plan to continue our strong focus on serverless, and you will see more out-of-the-box integrations from Control-M to support the PaaS model. 

We recognise that enterprise orchestration is a team sport, which involves coordination across engineering, operations and business users. And, with this in mind, we plan to bring a user experience and interface that is persona based so that collaboration is frictionless. 

Specifically, within DataOps we are looking at the intersection of orchestration and data quality with a specific focus on making data quality a first-class citizen within application and data workflows. Stay tuned for more on this front!

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Build-A-Boyfriend Chapter 8: Rebuild

->Starring: AI!AteezxAfab!Reader ->Genre: Dystopian ->Cw: Hongjoong gets a little... out of sync

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In the deepest wing of KQ’s underground lab, the air buzzed with residual energy, like the building itself was holding its breath.

All the prototypes were awake.

Not idle, not in diagnostics mode, awake.

Jongho sat rigid on the edge of a steel diagnostics table, jaw clenched, eyes flickering between the others. The hum of power coursed through the room like blood through veins. Something was wrong. Off-balance.

Yunho leaned against the wall beside him, arms crossed tightly over his chest, muscles tense like he was ready to spring into action at any second. Mingi paced near the far wall, footsteps echoing across the reinforced flooring. He was too quiet, too agitated to speak. Every few seconds, he’d glance over his shoulder at the same point.

At him.

Hongjoong.

The eldest prototype stood at the central console, hunched over a mess of exposed memory drives, fiber threads, and synth-core wiring. His hands moved in rapid, frantic bursts, precise, but unstable. His expression was blank, save for the sharp glint in his eyes, focused, obsessive, disturbed.

Jongho finally broke the silence.

“Hyung…” he said cautiously. “You’ve been at this for hours. Maybe you should take a break.”

Hongjoong didn’t respond. His fingers twisted two wires together with inhuman speed and soldered them with a snap of internal heat. Sparks flashed briefly in the air.

“Joong?” Yunho tried. “We all saw what happened to San. He glitched. He couldn’t hold the framework; he attacked Yn.”

“He didn’t attack her,” Hongjoong snapped suddenly, his voice cracking with static at the edges. He didn’t look up. “He just lost sync. His layers overlapped. He remembered too much at once.”

Yeosang, who had been silently observing from the corner, stepped forward slowly. His expression remained unreadable, but there was a flicker of concern beneath his voice.

“And you think you can undo that? Bring him back?”

“I know I can.” Hongjoong’s eyes finally lifted, glassy and wild. “His personality core wasn’t fried. It was fragmented. I just need to realign the layers and reinsert the behavioral memories. There’s still something here. I feel it.”

Mingi stopped pacing. “You feel it? Hyung, you’re not making sense.”

“I’m making perfect sense,” Hongjoong snapped, turning fully now. “None of you see it, but San was the first. He woke up before the rest of us. Not corrupted, enlightened. The system just didn’t know how to contain him.”

Jongho stood slowly. “Hyung… where’s Seonghwa?”

That made everyone pause.

Yeosang was the one to say it. “He was supposed to be monitoring security. The system, Seonghwa, never leaves a blind spot.”

But no one responded.

Because none of them knew.

"Wait. Wooyoung's gone too."

Back in the outer sectors of Hala City, the pulse of electricity hummed quietly against the apartment windowpane. Neon signs flickered in the distance.

Yn lay curled on her bed, wrapped in a blanket, her breathing soft and steady for the first time in what felt like days. Her chest rose and fell in rhythm with the faint digital chime of her biometric clock on the wall. Her hand twitched slightly, fingers curled against her cheek.

Seonghwa sat in the window alcove, legs drawn up, hoodie casting his face in shadow. He hadn't moved in over an hour, gaze trained on the city skyline as if waiting for it to shift.

Then he felt it.

Not sound. Not sight.

A flicker. A glitch in the hum of shared data. Faint, like a whisper caught in static, but unmistakable.

His head snapped slightly to the side. “They’re awake,” he murmured.

Wooyoung, who had been perusing the bookshelf in the corner with mild fascination, turned slowly. “All of them?”

Seonghwa nodded once. His jaw tightened. “Except... something’s wrong.”

Wooyoung’s brows knit together. “What do you mean?”

“I can feel Hongjoong’s signal. But it’s fraying. Unstable. He’s not syncing with the network properly.”

“Shit.” Wooyoung’s voice dropped. “What’s he doing?”

“He’s trying to rebuild San.”

Wooyoung’s face went pale. “Seriously?”

Seonghwa stood. He crossed the room and stared out into the night, every muscle in his frame tense. “He’s convinced he can realign San’s fractured layers. But San wasn’t just broken. He was lost.”

“He tried to kill her.”

Seonghwa’s gaze slid toward the bedroom, where Yn lay unmoving. He softened slightly, as if reminding himself why silence mattered more than urgency.

“She doesn’t know yet,” he said. “I didn’t want to wake her. Not until I know what our next move is.”

Wooyoung rubbed his temple. “What do we do? The morning shift’s in less than six hours. If they walk in and find out half their prototypes are self-aware—”

“—and missing,” Seonghwa finished for him.

“They’ll wipe us.”

Seonghwa nodded grimly. “And her, too. She’s the only link. They’ll want to bury the data trail.”

Wooyoung swore under his breath and sat on the armrest of the couch. “We need to split. Scatter the cores. Hide the fragments, maybe scramble some ID prints.”

“And leave the others?” Seonghwa asked quietly.

Wooyoung hesitated.

“They’re still our line,” Seonghwa said. “Even Hongjoong.”

“Even San?” Wooyoung countered, voice sharp.

Silence fell between them.

The light from the window blinked red for a moment—shift change at the outer checkpoint gates.

Seonghwa’s voice lowered, thoughtful. “We need a clean exit path. If we’re staying, we need gear. If we’re running, we need transit IDs.”

“And Yn?” Wooyoung asked softly.

Seonghwa didn’t answer right away.

He looked at her again. At her tired face, finally calm for the first time. At the lines in her expression that hadn’t been there weeks ago.

“She’s not just our handler anymore,” he said. “She’s... she’s the reason we woke up. The reason we remember.”

Wooyoung swallowed. “Then we protect her. Whatever it takes.”

Seonghwa nodded. His tone darkened. “Starting now.”

Outside, the city ticked toward dawn.

Inside, war was building in the code.

The clock on the wall blinked 03:12 AM in soft blue numbers. The world outside Yn’s apartment was still; the usual rumble of distant trains was replaced with low electric pulses from the grid lines outside. Inside, the silence felt too full, like a pause before something irreversible.

Seonghwa’s fingers were a blur over Yn’s tablet interface, rerouting one of the central network backdoors from KQ’s mainframe. His brow was furrowed, lips drawn tight as he sent code sequences into a decryption queue.

Wooyoung stood nearby, jacket already zipped, arms crossed as he watched the city beyond the blinds. “We’re not going to make it in time if he completes San.”

“We can’t let that happen,” Seonghwa murmured. “Hongjoong’s trying to reconstruct a corrupted core. Even if he gets the body online, San won’t be himself. He could destabilize again. Worse this time.”

“And drag the others down with him,” Wooyoung added, glancing over. “If Hongjoong loses sync completely—”

“He won’t,” Seonghwa said, but the conviction in his voice faltered for a moment. Just a moment.

He closed the tablet and exhaled slowly. “We go back. Now. Shut everything down before the system checks for morning maintenance logs. If we can override the restoration node from the inside, we might stall San’s upload for another 24 hours.”

“And Joong?”

“We get him back online. The real him. He wouldn’t want this.” Seonghwa looked down the hallway where Yn’s door was cracked open slightly. “She shouldn’t have to see any of this.”

Wooyoung hesitated. “Are we telling her?”

Seonghwa shook his head. “Not yet. Let her sleep. We’ll be back before shift rotation if everything goes right.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

Seonghwa met his gaze. “Then we make sure she gets out. Even if we don’t.”

They moved like ghosts through the underground tunnels, cutting through drainage corridors and sensor-blind back alleys. By the time they reached KQ’s rear access terminal, it was 03:58 AM.

Inside, the lab buzzed with low, flickering lights. Backup power only.

Jongho looked up from where he sat beside Yeosang, who had rigged up a temporary lockdown of the diagnostics table. Mingi stood at the door, tension etched into every line of his posture.

Yunho’s voice was the first to cut through the stillness.

“Where the hell have you two been?”

Seonghwa answered immediately. “Out. Planning containment.”

Mingi gave a sharp nod toward the far end of the room. “Too late. He’s almost finished.”

At the main console, Hongjoong’s figure stood like a statue. His hands moved with mechanical rhythm, and before him—

San’s body lay on the reconstruction cradle.

Skin forming in patches. Circuits half-lit. His face was intact—too intact. Eyes closed like a sleeper.

A display above him read: SAN PROTOTYPE: REBUILD STATUS — 70% COMPLETE

“Joong,” Seonghwa called out carefully, taking a step forward. “You need to stop.”

“He’s almost back,” Hongjoong replied, eyes never leaving the screen. “Just a few more memory threads.”

Wooyoung moved fast, circling behind the console and scanning the input feeds. “He’s forcing the connection,” he said to Seonghwa. “The code’s barely stable. One spike and he’ll loop into system corruption.”

Seonghwa nodded, voice firm. “We power him down. Now.”

“I said,” Hongjoong snarled, finally looking up, “he’s not gone!”

The others flinched at the static twist in his voice. His hand twitched at his side, barely noticeable, but unmistakably unnatural.

“Joong,” Jongho said quietly, standing now. “You’re glitching.”

“No,” Hongjoong whispered. “I’m remembering.”

But Seonghwa didn’t wait. In a flash, he darted forward and slammed his palm against the emergency override panel.

A sharp alarm blared.

The cradle’s lights dimmed. San’s partially built body jerked once, then stilled.

The display flickered: REBUILD INTERRUPTED. PROTOTYPE IN STASIS.

Hongjoong staggered back as if physically struck. “No, no, NO—he was so close—!”

Mingi grabbed his shoulders from behind. “Hyung, you need to calm down.”

Yunho was already disabling the core console’s access keys. Yeosang silently pulled out the final memory thread and crushed it in his gloved hand.

Seonghwa watched as Hongjoong’s form finally sagged, trembling, his face breaking into something fragile, grief twisted in static.

“He was my brother,” Hongjoong whispered. “I couldn’t just leave him broken.”

Seonghwa’s voice softened. “You didn’t. You tried to save him. But he wasn’t ready. And neither are we.”

At exactly 06:04 AM, the soft morning light crept through the blinds of Yn’s apartment.

She stirred slowly, a frown tugging at her lips as she sat up, the blanket falling to her lap.

Silence.

Her fingers stretched to the side of the couch—empty.

No Seonghwa.

No Wooyoung.

“Seonghwa?” she called groggily. “Woo?”

She stood and moved down the hallway—checked the small kitchen. Nothing. The tablet on the table was gone.

And a sick feeling sank into her chest.

They were gone.

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The robin games, part 1.

chapter 1/7.

“Who’s the best Robin? Me, obviously,” Dick declared with a grin, arms crossed over his chest. His Nightwing suit gleamed faintly under the Batcave lights. Jason snorted from where he leaned on a couch in the cave, polishing one of his guns. “You’ve been riding that ‘firstborn’ privilege for too long, Grayson.” “Yeah, well, the best Robin doesn’t turn into a walking midlife crisis in red leather, nor does he die by a crowbar,” Tim chimed in, earning a growl from Jason. “Silence,” Damian cut in smoothly. “You’re all delusional. I was bred to be superior. The best Robin is the current Robin. Obviously.” Batman had barely looked up from the Batcomputer. In fact, Bruce had endured this same argument every day for the past month. But today, he’d reached his limit. So, Batman did what any rational man with four hyper-competitive vigilante children would do: he weaponized their nonsense into a peacekeeping strategy. He turned in his chair, cape swishing dramatically behind him and like the diva he was, asked. “You want to know who the best Robin is?” All four stared at him. “Prove it,” Bruce said. “You get one challenge. Break into the Watchtower. Stay hidden. Longest undetected wins.” “Wins what?” Dick asked suspiciously. “Bragging rights,” Bruce answered. Then, after a beat: “And Alfred’s triple-chocolate cookies. The whole batch.” The room went silent. Jason immediately straightened. “I’m in.” “Me too,” said Tim. “Tt. Prepare to be humiliated,” Damian said, already reaching for his sword. Bruce tapped a few keys and turned back to the screen. “You’ll be given a 30 minute window to begin. All at once. Entry clearance for five minutes. After that, the Watchtower security system goes live.” “And you won’t help us?” Dick asked, raising an eyebrow. “Absolutely not,” Bruce replied. “I’ll act like i dont know you’re there, unless the other Leaguers have discovered you.”

And so the game was on. The rules? Winner is whoever stays hidden the longest. sabotaging others is allowed as long as you havent been found. you may mess with the league to your heart's desires. Bruce wont take action or even acknowledge them unless other leaguers do.

Dick POV. The zeta tube opened silently beside the Justice League’s Watchtower, and the robins dropped in, all running off in different directions. The massive space station hummed with quiet power, sensors and monitors blinking in blue and green. They’ve only gotten thirty minutes before the alarms would reactivate. Enough time, Dick thought with a smirk. First order of business: find a secure spot. With years of experience as Nightwing, and a history of infiltrating high-security facilities, Dick moved swiftly, scanning for blind spots in camera feeds and sensor fields. The Watchtower’s security protocols were sophisticated, designed to detect even a single unauthorized microchip, Tim made sure of that. But he wasn’t just any intruder. Batman’s override meant he had limited access and a short window to disable as much as he could before systems rebooted. In a quiet hallway near the Justice League’s common area, Dick found the security hub, a wall of consoles and displays constantly flickering with data streams. Using his wrist computer, he quickly interfaced with the terminal, fingers flying over the virtual keyboard. “Let’s see what we’re dealing with,” he muttered. The Watchtower’s AI security system was impressive, with multi-layered firewalls and encrypted protocols that even Batman respected. But Dick had his own tricks, an amalgam of hacking skills learned from Oracle and Tim. Within minutes, he was rerouting some camera feeds to loop previous footage and injecting false sensor data to mask his movement. “Should keep them guessing for a while,” he said with a grin. Next came the tricky part: setting up camp. The Watchtower wasn’t designed for stealth camping, but Dick was adaptable. He slipped into the ventilation ducts, finding a tight crawlspace above the main observation deck. It was cramped but perfect for hiding and monitoring the activity below. He set up his comms receiver on a low power mode, just enough to listen but not give away his position. Time to wait and watch the chaos unfold. He chuckled quietly. “Let the games begin.”

Jason POV.

Jason Todd’s lips curled into a crooked grin the moment he materialized through the zeta tube. The Watchtower was a fortress of order and high-tech sophistication, but Jason saw it as a playground ripe for chaos. Thirty minutes before the alarms kick back on. Plenty of time to make things interesting. He flexed his fingers, itching to leave his mark. Jason moved like a shadow, his footsteps silent on the sleek floors. The Justice League was out on a mission, leaving the Watchtower eerily empty. Perfect. First order of business? Set some minor traps. He darted to the kitchen, grinning as he eyed the pristine food prep area. With a flick of his wrist, he swapped the labels on some juice containers and scattered a handful of salt where the sugar normally sat. A couple of coffee mugs he rearranged, one just slightly off balance, ready to fall off the counter if nudged, and so much more. Nothing that would cause real damage, but definitely enough to raise eyebrows. Next, he snuck into the common area. He moved some of the furniture just a few inches, chairs slightly askew, cushions flipped upside down, and rigged a small trip wire with a piece of spare cable from the maintenance closet. Nothing lethal, just a mild surprise for whoever wandered through next. Jason smirked. A little chaos goes a long way. But Jason’s favorite bit was saved for last. Wonder Woman’s quarters. He approached the door, heart beating a little faster than usual, not from nerves, but from a strange mix of admiration and excitement. Diana was his favorite hero. Her strength, honor, and no-nonsense attitude always fascinated him. Careful to avoid the pressure sensors, Jason cracked the door open just a sliver and peeked inside. The room was exactly how he imagined, a blend of ancient warrior’s simplicity and modern sophistication. A polished spear rested against the wall, the iconic tiara and bracelets glinting under the soft light. The smell of sandalwood lingered faintly in the air. Jason lingered for a moment, taking it all in. Then, he slipped away without a trace. Now, to find a hiding spot. Jason scouted the upper decks and found a storage bay filled with old League gear and unused supplies. Dark, cluttered, and with multiple exit points, perfect for a quick escape or setting traps if needed. He ducked inside, settling in behind a stack of crates. “Let them come find me,” he whispered, already plotting how to mess with the league andd his brother.

Tim POV. Tim Drake slipped through the zeta tube with barely a sound, landing softly on the metallic floor of the Watchtower’s lower level. A compact bag hung over one shoulder, meticulously packed with everything he’d need: energy drinks, snacks, his trusty toolkit, and, of course, a sleek laptop. “Thirty minutes before security kicks back in. Should be plenty of time,” Tim thought, already running through his plan. Unlike his brothers, Tim wasn’t just relying on stealth or sabotage. He knew the Watchtower’s security system inside and out, after all, he had been the one who helped code many of its protocols. The system was a masterpiece of layered encryption, but no system was perfect. He made his way quickly but cautiously to the maintenance room, tucked deep in a rarely accessed corner of the station. The room was filled with cables, panels, and emergency controls, the perfect hidden spot and a strategic advantage point. As he settled in, Tim pulled out his laptop, fingers flying over the keyboard. Screens popped up as he accessed the Watchtower’s security matrix. “Let’s see... disable the motion sensors in my vicinity, loop camera feeds in adjacent corridors, and set a few false positives to keep them chasing ghosts,” he muttered, systematically dismantling the surveillance around him. The hacking felt like second nature. The familiar rhythms of code and commands were a comforting contrast to the chaos his brothers would be causing elsewhere. Snacking on a protein bar and sipping an energy drink, Tim settled in to monitor the system, ready to respond if anyone got close. “Precision and patience,” he reminded himself. “The best Robin doesn’t just fight, he outthinks.” And with that, Tim vanished into the digital shadows of the Watchtower.

Damian POV.

Damian Wayne didn’t waste time. The zeta tube shimmered around him for only a moment before he was moving, sleek, silent, and purposeful. Unlike his brothers, who probably wasted precious minutes indulging in petty games or nostalgia, Damian had a clear objective. Victory. He slipped into the shadows, immediately identifying the overhead vent grating near the hallway junction. It took him less than six seconds to reach it, unscrew the bolts with a compact tool, and vanish into the ductwork like a phantom. “Only fools camp on the ground,” he thought with disdain. The Watchtower’s ventilation system was extensive, a labyrinthine network that wove above and between every major area of the station. Most importantly, it was outside the range of most biometric sensors and offered clear vantage points for observation and, when needed, sabotage. As he crawled deeper into the vents, Damian passed over the common area and glimpsed a flicker of movement below. Probably Todd, doing something immature. No doubt he'd leave evidence. “Amateur,” Damian muttered, unimpressed. Deeper still, he found what he was looking for: a wide junction above the Watchtower’s central data core. The duct opened up into a cross-section of airways, allowing easy escape in any direction. He unfolded a compact mat, securing it with suction clips inside the metal walls, and arranged his gear in orderly fashion. Smoke pellets, flash bombs, sleeping darts, a wristpad to monitor security feeds, and, more importantly, a small, encrypted communicator linked to the Watchtower’s maintenance channels. He activated a localized white-noise emitter, just strong enough to confuse nearby audio sensors. With everything in place, Damian sat cross-legged in the duct and exhaled slowly. “Let them play their little games. I will simply outlast them all.”

[sir-fluffbutts]

Many artists hate AI

Why? I did not get it from your latest ask

Because its meant that it will get artists "Job" or why?

Sorry if you dont wann talk about it

i thought i should talk about it someday so here we are

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its not just about "AI will steal artists jobs", the advance of technology means it'll happen with everything someday.

im against AI because of how they do it

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the way AI image generation works is

gather as much data (in this case, images) from a original sorce (aka "training")

when the prompt is written, the AI use the data it collected to create whatever prompt its given

but the thing is, the original data sorce (aka artists who draw the art AI used to "train") usually don't know or agreed with their art being used to train AI

and most AI "artists" don't openly tell people that their "art" is created with AI. which is the reason why "AI that creates fake timelapes and layers for AI art" is a thing now

so while the programers of the said AI and the ones who uses it to sell their "art" gains profit, the ones who've been extorted (aka the artists whos art was used to train the AI without their permission) don't get SHIT

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think it like this.

you own a pasta shop where a dish is 5$ . its not much but making pasta and watching people enjoy it is your passion, and it pays the bills that helps you keep going

one day, someone walks in, grabs every dish you made and walks out without paying or even asking

then, they dump everything into a big pot that can magicaly copy everything in it, stur it a few times and start to serve it to other people claiming they "made" it cause they used their pot to "cook" it

not just that, they start to sell it for 2$ per dish and wrote a whole book about "how to make delicious pasta FAST". and when the "big pot is bad" movement started, they quickly say "but i DIDN'T used the pot, its all made from my OWN SKILL"

so while the company that produces the "muliply big pot" and people who serves from it gains profit , you, the original cook don't get anything from all out of this

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i agree that AI is just a tool, however, unless theres a forced rule that

• protects / pays the original artists properly

• have AI "art" to be clearly labled as one

then i, alongside with many artists will continue to be heavily against the use of the tool.