#Data Drift

[mp3monsterme]

Fluent Bit and AI: Unlocking Machine Learning Potential

These days, everywhere you look, there are references to Generative AI, to the point that what have Fluent Bit and GenAI got to do with each other? GenAI has the potential to help with observability, but it also needs observation to measure its performance, whether it is being abused, etc. You may recall a few years back that Microsoft was trailing new AI features for Bing, and after only having…

[keferon]

So. I went online and bought this Transformers generations Blurr toy and holy shit nothing prepared me for the lore on the back of it’s box o_o

Also every time Blurr gets to be a sniper my soul ascends a little bit~

+ Bonus doodles

[garymdm]

Data Drift: How Does it Affect Your Machine Learning Model?

Across the globe, organizations are tapping into the potential of data to drive informed decision-making, streamline operations, and gain a competitive edge through artificial intelligence and machine-learning. However, amidst this data-driven revolution, a formidable challenge known as “Data Drift” looms, capable of exerting a profound impact on the performance of machine learning models. In…

[stellewriites]

butch price x reader

cw: smut, pussy eating, fingering, bush huffing, mean price, mechanic price, freak reader, inferred as inexperienced reader (as a treat!)

thank u as always to the cloisters for cheering this series on and yapping away about butches to me. here’s the fourth & final piece of the butch love letters quadrilogy

you huffed and puffed as you paced back and forth in front of the smoking open bonnet of your shitheap car.

you were cursing your friend for convincing you to get the cutesy car over the scuffed up ford you’d seen on the secondhand marketplace the same day. that tin can wouldn’t have broken down on you unexpectedly like this; stuck in the middle of nowhere as the sun set with no reception to call triple a or even your dad for a bit of engine advice.

you’d opened the hood as soon as you’d pulled over but you had no clue what was wrong with it, just that it probably shouldn’t be smoking or hissing like that. you’d tried to take a look at the canister that was spitting bubbles at the cap but had forgotten the golden rule of Don’t Touch, Hot after you’d been driving. your fingers still ached a little from the burn.

one hand on your hip, you held your phone up with the other like it would help at all as you tried to call for help again. the hazard lights from your car were starting to become brighter than the natural light and the streetlights were dim and far apart, not offering much in lieu of the setting sun.

you really didn’t want to be stranded there for the night.

you’d ignored the cars that had passed earlier when you’d first pulled over, not expecting to need an extra hand when your paid-for car support would be arriving presumably swiftly after you called. and then when you’d realised it wouldn’t be so easy, you’d hoped that simply letting your car cool off a little would fix the issue enough to get you further down the road at least.

you’d sat behind the wheel once more and felt your stomach drop when the engine rolled; a mean, dry grinding noise coming from it instead of the usual purr.

you’d tried once more before pulling your keys free and glueing yourself back to your phone as your last hope. you knew there was no way you’d be able to walk for help, especially not with how long you’d waited and how dark it was quickly becoming.

short of a miracle, you’d be stuck there until someone passed by in the morning and could maybe tow your little fiat to the nearest garage.

the rumble of a bike had your spiralling thoughts stopping in their tracks and your head snapping up towards the road. you felt your eyes widen as the rider pulled over, stopping a little ways behind you.

they climbed off the impressive bike easily, thick thighs nudging it to stay in place as they nudged the kickstand in place, and removed their helmet.

you wondered for a moment if you’d managed to hallucinate the woman stood before you - a miracle after all - with her close cropped hair glittering with greys spattered throughout. you stared shamelessly at the clustering of them at the shaved sides, but wondered at the way the low light caught the peppering of them through the messy, longer trim on the top.

“what’s the problem?” the woman asked, her voice firm but light.

you swallowed thickly and dragged your eyes down to her face, not that it was a difficult task to look at her. she was gorgeous and you felt your knees knock as you watched her come closer.

her sarcastically cocked eyebrow reminded you that you’d not yet answered her and you cleared your throat before shyly shrugging.

“it just started smoking so i pulled over. couldn’t tell where it was coming from but the engine won’t start,” you said and stepped out of the way so she could have a look. her lips thinned as she carefully dug around inside. you felt the need to fill the sudden silence and stepped back to her side, your hip pressed to the car but still giving her enough space so you weren’t touching. “it had been hissing for a while before.”

“hissing?” she asked as she looked up at you, her hands veering towards the left at your confirmation.

“mhmm. for maybe the last mile or two,” you said sheepishly.

“you kept driving?” she asked with a tinge of judgment. you folded your arms in front of you as you felt the look wash over you.

“no lights came on the dash,” you said a little feebly.

she blinked slowly, as though processing what you’d said before turning back to the car.

you had the distinct feeling that she thought you were an idiot. you dug your fingers into your arms as you watched uselessly. maybe you were.

“y’radiators gotten too hot with no water, cracked the water tank. it’s no wonder the engine wouldn’t start, y’wont be able to drive it ‘til it’s fixed, could set the engine on fire,” she said as she pointed out the things she was talking about. she stood back up straight and turned to you as your heart sank.

“fuck,” you swore heartily and clenched your eyes shut. that sounded expensive.

“i know a local garage that can sort it for you, decent rates,” she offered, her voice a touch softer than it had been so far. “i can give you a lift too.”

you opened your eyes just in time to watch her nod to her bike and start walking.

“oh, i don’t know if i should leave my car here…”

“we’ll call up a service to collect it as soon as we’re in range, won’t get any signal out here,” she said and pulled out a spare helmet from the back of her bike as if it was already decided, you were just late to the game. she pulled her own on with practised ease and held out the other towards you with a tilt of the head.

you darted back to your car and grabbed your bag before turning off the hazards, locking the door and finally joining her. you introduced yourself and waited for her to do the same.

“you can call me price,” she said brusquely, not returning your smile.

not the friendly introduction you’d been hoping for, but you were grateful for a name to put to the face all the same.

price didn’t hesitate before pushing the helmet onto your head, knocking your chin up with her finger in order to clip the strap in place. you stood frozen as she straddled her bike, lost for a moment at the unexpected touch and not seeing the impatient nod of her head to the space behind her.

“haven’t got all night, love. are you getting on or not?” price snapped, eyes flinty as they stared you down beneath the open visor.

“right, yes, sorry,” you stuttered, scrambling to her side. you paused at the height of the bike, the length of your summer dress not allowing for much movement before you’d inevitably flash your saviour; but at the memory of her sharp look, you tried to balance yourself and quickly lift your leg over the seat.

you were conscious of your size and weight behind her as soon as your arse hit the leather, shuffling back to give her room. you ran hot at the best of times and you couldn’t imagine she’d like a heater pressed along her back for the ride ahead given how testy she’d been already.

balancing behind her without clinging on was tricky however, with your toes just scraping the ground to keep you in place. even with your grip on her jacket at her waist you didn’t feel particularly sturdy.

you saw more than heard her sigh as her shoulders lifted then dropped in front of you and then suddenly her strong hands were on your thick thighs as she tugged you forward, slotting you so you were cradling her hips flush against your own.

“you need to hold on tight,” she said plainly and tugged your arms around her sturdy middle, tightening your grip further with a scoff when you automatically loosened it once she’d let go. you clenched your hands together above her belt and finally it seemed you’d done something right as she set off, kicking the stand up and revving, checking the empty road as she pulled out.

your dress fluttered in the wind; never mind flashing her as you’d climbed on, you would definitely be giving her a show now if she had the mind to look down and back at you. but you were too busy to fuss with the flighty material, instead concentrating on staying attached as she took corners sharply, dipping and weaving and tilting the bike so you’d have to clench your legs tighter and tighter against hers.

every time your knees felt like they could touch the asphalt, you hid your face in her back as best you could with the bulky helmet hindering your way, but you could still feel the way her shoulders shook with a laugh. you were inclined to pretend it was just the rumble of the engine, but you were more than aware of the difference in vibrations at your core and although both had you squirming, you knew they weren’t one and the same.

the ride was short - a blessing and a curse - and soon you were pulling up to a garage; lights turned off and clearly closed for the evening.

you felt disappointment bloom as you stumbled off the bike but price didn’t let it linger. unlocking the garage door and pressing a button on the attached fob to send the shutter lifting. she pushed her bike inside and you followed without needing to be told.

you stood near the entrance as you watched her walk around, clearly familiar with the workshop. you let your gaze drift, taking in the few cars parked inside the sprawling space, hoods down and doors presumably locked while they weren’t being worked on, tools packed away at their stations not necessarily neatly but clearly with care.

a hand on your lower back had you jumping and you turned to see price at your side, ushering you further in until you were sat on a tall stool next to a workbench.

you noticed as she walked away that she’d taken off her jacket and your eyes caught on a tattoo on the outside of her bicep, a labrys. simple in its design, and clear in its message.

you tried not to stare too hard, but your eyes kept snapping back to trace the lines that made up the two headed axe, especially as she moved and her bicep bulged. your throat felt suspiciously dry all of a sudden.

you played with the little orange carabiner attached to your bag strap, your keys jingling softly in the silence of the garage.

price was at the other side of the room, head leant against her raised shoulder to keep her phone in place as she spoke into the receiver and wrote something down at the same time. you saw her frown and roll her eyes and bit your lip, heat pooling below your gut. you watched as she said something indistinct before hanging up and calling a new number.

you felt yourself grow fidgety and sat on your hands to keep yourself still, the solid wood seat sobering with how unforgiving it was against the back of your hands as your palms and fingers gripped the underside of your sweaty thighs.

price laughed across the room and you tuned back in to her conversation. “l

“sure, i owe you one nik. see you in a few then,” she said and hung up her phone, slipping it into a pocket. she turned to you and her lips twitched when she found you already watching her. “found someone that’s going to tow it tonight, just need to wait here to lock it inside safe and sound before the lads can work on it in the morning. shouldn’t be more than a couple of hours before he turns up.”

“amazing, thank you,” you said, gratefully smiling at her. you swallowed and gathered what confidence you had before speaking, putting on your best flirty tone, “i don’t know how to repay you for all of this.”

price paused for a moment and watched you closely, seeming to look for something in your face to decide how she’d respond even as amusement danced in her eyes.

“i’m going to check over a few cars, make sure they haven’t been getting lazy with the work here while i’ve been away,” she said finally, ignoring your clumsy almost-proposition. you scrunched your face in annoyance and regret once she’d walked off towards the key cabinet facing away from you, wanting to bury your face in your hands as it flushed hot in embarrassment but realising they’d gone a little numb when you slipped one out from beneath you.

you could still feel it as you curled your fingers, but it was almost distant, secondary.

an idea came to the forefront of your mind. you peeked up at price as she bent over the open hood of a stranger’s car, checking the notes one of her coworkers had left from the day before and you were suddenly flooded with a deep yearning. tumultuous and red hot, it stirred between your legs as you remembered price’s firm hold on your thighs and wrists and the feeling of her settled between your legs as she laughed and ordered you around.

you breathed in shakily and let your tingling hand rest on your knee, trailing it up the sensitive skin of your inner thigh slowly as you kept your eyes on price. the last thing you needed was her catching you even if the touches could be considered innocent so far.

watching to make sure she didn’t suddenly turn around to catch you also mean you could see the shift of her muscles and weight beneath her vest; a sight you’d never say no to and one that only caused your breath to hitch as you continued the trail to the hem of your dress.

you stopped and bit your lip, unsure if you wanted to continue. it wasn’t like you’d be able to get yourself off in the middle of the garage so it would only further frustrate you and the possibility of getting caught and having to awkwardly face price the next day to get your car back after it was fixed was mortifying enough to still your trembling fingers.

“looks like you’re not the only one with a cracked water tank,” price spoke up from her spot in front of the car. her hands were on her hips before she dragged one over her short hair, scratching at the freshly shaved base of her neck. “i’ll check to see if we have a few in stock, might make it a quicker fix for you if johnny already ordered some in for this one.”

you nodded even though she didn’t look at you and you pulled your other hand out from beneath your arse. your right hand hand gained its feeling back so you dropped it in your lap; the left however was fighting pins and needles as you ran it over your stomach to your chest, squeezing lightly at your breast as shame and excitement and lust flooded through your system like lightning. your eyes slipped closed for a second and even though it felt nothing like price’s confident, sturdy grip from earlier, you couldn’t help but picture it to be her as you grazed your thumb over your nipple with a firmer pressure.

“we’ve got a spare one in stock, so we just need to double check it’ll fit, but otherwise it should be good to go tomorrow unless something else comes up when gaz checks it over.” price’s voice jolted you out of your reverie too soon, having not heard her re-enter the room, and your hand flew down to join your other in your lap, your elbow smacking back harshly against the worktop and echoing in the large empty area.

price raised her eyebrows at you, her jaw falling slack for a moment, as she watched you try to hide your deep wince of pain. a second later she started to walk over to you.

her pale blue eyes were piercing as she kept eye contact with you. “you alright?”

“yep, fine. totally ok. uhm, why?” you tried to play it off casually, landing so far from nonchalant it had price’s worry slipping off her face.

her smirk grew. “y’just smacked your elbow so hard i could hear the bone rattle.”

“oh, sorry?” you apologised uselessly.

“no need, love,” she dismissed your apology quickly, eyes still lasered in on you. “it’s just… you’re looking a little hot and bothered.”

the mean tilt to her smirk didn’t help and you felt yourself fluster and sweat anew under her pinning gaze.

she took a step closer, reaching one hand out to skim across the bare skin of your leg, unknowingly tracing the same path your hand had before. your legs turned to jelly beneath her touch in a way they didn’t under your own and seemed to naturally fall open at the slightest pressure as she urged you to make room for her to step between them.

her fingers’ path stopped at the hem of your dress before she started to bunch it up, letting the material gather at her knuckles as the tips of her finger disappeared beneath while she revealed more soft skin to her greedy gaze.

“were y’committing the view to memory for when you get home and can get your hands on whatever little toy gets you off quickest?” she asked rhetorically, her tone light but words pointed as she watched for your reaction.

you bit back a gasp.

“i can give you what you want,” she offered, voice sweet and soft once more. enticing. “what you need. you don’t have to squeeze your thighs tight for a little relief as you watch me work.”

you flushed hot at the reveal that she’d noticed you all along and shivered as her fluttering touch continued its agonisingly slow path, diverting up to your hips and away from your drooling pussy at the last second. you whimpered.

“would you like that?”

you nodded eagerly, eyes hooded and mouth panting as you watched her hands at their stand still, your panties revealed with your dress hiked up so far, taut where it was caught beneath your arse. you lifted your head to stare at her chest in front of you and then looked up into her flinty eyes, nodding again dumbly. price tutted and you felt your clit throb.

“gotta hear the words, love.”

you flushed hot, head to toe, and mumbled a shy, “i’d like that.”

“mm what was that?” she asked, cocking her head and running her hands, palm flat, back down your legs to your knees, squeezing.

“i want you to touch me,” you said louder, bashful but growing desperate. “please?” you added belatedly.

“‘please’? so polite, love. bet you always get what you want speaking like that, looking like this.”

your eyes had begun to water, glistening as frustration and need overwhelmed you; you shook your head looking up at her.

“never— never done anything like this,” you admitted.

price laughed, tickled by your answer.

“oh, you don’t fuck your mechanic usually?” she asked, pretending to be shocked. “he must not be doing a good enough job on your little kia.”

you hummed, pitchy and unconvincing, eyes growing shifty and giving away that you meant you didn’t do any of it in general. that you weren’t exactly practiced. and price picked up on that immediately.

“oh.” she smiled meanly. “that’s not it, is it? no, i bet he’s floundering for your attention, but you’re just too nervous to give him what he wants, ey? don’t want your first time to be in a dirty garage, in the back seat of some other prick’s car while your mechanic fumbles around in your knickers.”

she’d bent down low to run her lips along your neck, kissing along your neck and leaving a delciate wet trail as she kitten licked across your racing pulse. you gasped when you felt her fingers finally trail over your cunt, the thin material of your panties barely hindering the electric feel of her touch before she pulled at the band and let it snap back against your skin.

“but i think getting dirty is part of the appeal for a girl like you, pretty as you are. you want to be manhandled and marked and ruined,” she whispered hotly, her breath tickling your neck. “nahh, must be that you’re just not interested in what’s been on offer before, hm?”

“he’s nice enough,” you admitted, clinging onto price’s shoulders, “but…”

“—but he’s not what you want,” she finished for you, raising her head from your neck to kiss along your cheek and hovering over your lips. “none of them are, are they? you want something else entirely.”

you leant forward to close the gap, hoping to finally get a taste of her but she pulled back. you chased her lips until she was stood back up straight, looming over you as embarrassment flooded through you again, but pleasantly.

“bet you’ve never been touched before; never had this pretty pussy licked open, spat on.” you felt your chest heave as she spoke bluntly, looking down at you, her hips began to subtly grind against yours. “have you ever even cum on someone else’s fingers?”

“i have,” you huffed at her assessment of you, but she only laughed at your petulant tone.

“no, you haven’t,” she insisted to further wind you up. “bet you’ve not even kissed another woman.”

your breath stuttered as she focused on your lips, licking her own.

“i want to kiss you,” you said bravely.

“that’s all you had to say.”

she dipped low, hands on the worktop either side of you, and licked her way past your gasping lips. you felt overwhelmed and fully explored as the tip of her tongue flicked at yours, saliva building in your mouth as you moaned wantonly and soaked up her quiet grunts in return. she tugged you up onto your feet and in between wet kisses and tight squeezes to your soft hips she led you towards her office in the back.

you made it to her desk with minimal tripping and no bumps on your way despite not having detached to see the way there. instead you’d clung on and trusted she wouldn’t lead you into a wall or car accidentally as she hurriedly felt up your sides to your breasts.

she encouraged you to sit on the edge of the desk and plucked at one of your nipples through the thin dress with a teasing grin.

“feel better than your own hand?” she asked and dropped to her knees before you could answer.

with rough movements price hiked up your dress to reveal your panties and leant forward without hesitation to latch on to your clit through the thin cotton, eager to get you squealing.

she laughed at the restless twitch of your hips in her hands and turned her head to snicker into the fold of your thigh and groin.

“you’re more fun than i thought a virgin would be,” she goaded, eyes heavy as they gazed up at you. you fell for the bait, scoffing down at her with a pout once more as your hand rose to her short hair and yanked what your could grasp to lead her back towards your drooling cunt. you winced when her teeth clashed against your core as she grinned into your panties, endlessly amused by your brash urges hidden behind a forced shy politeness.

price reached up and tugged the material aside to lick a broad stripe up your slit, humming low at your taste and the building slick that had been steadily leaking since she’d first frowned down at you in condescension in front of your car.

“needy an’ desperate,” she huffed before focusing back on task, kitten licking at your clit as you gasped and whined. it felt like you were on fire and you couldn’t help but push up onto her tongue with jerky little thrusts when she dipped low to your hole, desperate for her to keep berating and humiliating you.

she pulled back with a wet suck and a gasp, pushing two fingers into you with no resistance as she caught her breath and licked your arousal off her lips.

she stared up at you as you shook on her fingers, practically doing all the work as you rode her hand until she decided the pace wasn’t good enough and picked up where she’d let you take over.

“fucking hell,” she whispered and nipped at the fat of your thigh. you clenched down on her fingers with a groan.

“please, please, please,” you begged airily. price smiled as she looked you over, head to toe, before nodding benevolently and dipping down to lavish your clit with attention once more.

you felt your orgasm begin to peak and wave over you with a loud, unashamed moan as she curled her fingers just right inside you, the awkward angle of her wrist doing nothing to slow her down as she prolonged your pleasure until you slumped back. spent and exhausted.

“better than your own hand?” she asked cheekily once more and you nodded dazedly.

“uh huh,” you said, remembering she liked verbal answers, and lifted a tired thumbs up at her.

she snorted and took a hold of it, pulling you up just enough to get your hand down the front of her open jeans and into her own soaked underwear.

you moaned as she guided you to slip inside and you clenched your thighs around her as if it was your own pleasure as you slowly sunk in deep. price groaned low and long, curling over you and humping against the heel of your hand where it pressed against her clit.

you weren’t as confident or practiced in your movements from this angle but you did you best to pull out those dazed moans and hitched breaths from price when you moved your fingers and your palm a certain way, repeating until you got the reaction you wanted oh so desperately from her.

price was panting into your neck after a few minutes, the skin between you clammy and you echoed her moans back to her without thought.

“w-warm, so tight,” you stuttered into her ear as you felt her clench around your fingers, nearing her own orgasm as slick ran down past the webbing of your fingers.

your enthusiasm turned price on like nothing else and she shuddered at the next prod and rub of your fingers deep inside of her.

“fucking hell, love,” she swore breathlessly, a grin tugging at her lips as she pulled back to look at your fucked our expression. “got you pussy drunk in under ten minutes and we’ve not even fucked yet. that’s a record even f’me.”

you crooked your fingers and felt a deep satisfaction when price’s jaw dropped on a silent moan, eyelashes fluttering down at you.

you watched her in awe; the way her crows feet became pronounced as her eyes squinted and her brows pulled in in pleasure, the shape of her pretty parted lips as she trembled in your hands.

“i wanna taste,” you blurted out, voice cracking with how dry your throat had become.

you struggled to free your hand and push price back a step as she grumbled, but you got enough space to hop down off the desk and drop to your knees in front of her. you yanked at her jeans without fanfare, wiggled the waistband and her underwear down to her knees before going wide-eyed at the sight of her thick bush.

feeling the soft curls against your fingers was one thing…

you leant in with abandon and pressed your nose in tight, huffing open-mouthed against her mound. soaking in the sweat, slick scent of her and moaning weakly into the damp curls.

“jesus fucking christ.” price tipped her head back and silently thanked whoever was listening for the enthusiastic little freak she had at her feet. she didn’t deserve you, but she wasn’t going to pass up this golden opportunity either.

your hot breath had her thighs twitching where you rested your hands over her pants to keep her still, but her patience ran thin.

“get to it then, love.”

you flicked your eyes up to look at her and she rested one hand on the back of your head, controlling and reassuring.

you started with little kitten licks, needing coaxing ever so into loosening your restraint despite the reckless way you’d just face planted her pussy moments prior. a firm hand or a sharp word would have you set right, you knew, so you continued as you were, trying to remember what you’d liked and copying it.

price didnt wait to see if you’d warm up on your own and used her other hand to tug at your jaw, prising your mouth open further and encouraging your tongue to wag out.

“tongue,” she ordered brusquely before grinding against your face. you got with the program and pointed your tongue so it slipped inside easier, gripping onto price’s arse and thighs as she rode you with little concern for your breathing.

you sucked and hummed against her, lapping at what you could reach when she adjusted her angle before continuing to use you. your nose pressed tight to her mound and caught on her clit on every other thrust up until price was moaning into the air above you, her orgasm quickly rising.

she pulled back and held you away with one hand while the other gave a few hard flicks to her clit. she got off with a broken moan, looking at your wet, messy face; arguably more fucked out than her own. her eyes caught on the hand you’d dropped to finger at your clenching hole again and she groaned, low and amused. fond.

with a breathless laugh, she tugged up her waistband back to her hips but left the jeans unzipped. she pushed her boot between your spread knees, beneath your hips and pushed down on your shoulders until you were resting over the tilted toe of her boot.

you were quick to get the idea and pulled your fingers free, thrusting to catch your clit against the unforgiving material until you came a second time, leaving a thick shine along her shoe when she pulled it back.

you panted against her hip, forehead resting against her just above her open waistband as you caught your breath with a giddy smile. you nibbled and sucked at her stomach as she pet the back of your head.

“don’t usually let girls mark me,” she said softly under her breath as she watched you. she rubbed at one of the the budding red marks you’d left near her zipper. “but I’m quite fond of you after that little performance. might keep ya.”

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[unbidden-yidden-deactivated20240]

Okay I'm curious: I've seen a lot of Christians use/refer to the phrase "hosanna in the highest!" which is used in the New Testament and I've frequently heard it pronounced "hoh-ZAHN-ah". However, it's a much older liturgical phrase in Hebrew and definitely not pronounced like that. I want to know: (1) were you taught the actual meaning of this word by your community/do you know what it actually means without googling it, (2) what variety of Christian are you, and (3) if, after googling it, were you correct?

Sorry fellow yidden and other non-Christians; this poll is specific to people who identify as Christian and/or who were raised as such. (Edit: gerim who were raised Christian can vote, but you have to base it off of what you were taught as a Christian, not what you know now.)

Christians who answer: if you googled this after voting yes and were taught wrong about it, please let me know in the notes.

(If you're wondering if you "count" as Christian or having been raised as such, for these purposes I would say interpret it broadly to include anyone who views Jesus as the messiah and grew up reading the New Testament as part of your bible.)

[pyrotechnicdarts]

i need to revisit my tf au deltarune designs the dinobots would love susie

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio keeps playing Enya ... not my cup of tea, but then I have coffee. Today's quiz was all about The Boss. The answer was very obvious, even to me, but I never text in. The traffic lady talked about traffic, before going on to say two friends had stayed over and were extreme fans of the man on the radio and would he give a shout out to them. The chef on the radio is in and as it's Friday it's all about fish, prawns and breadcrumbs.

The three minute misery came and went with reports that the data centre people need more of everything to build even more data centres. They need more land ... and electricity ... and funding ... and ... and ... and ... so could the Emeraldians please get off the Emerald Isle. I don't think the chef on the radio has a recipe for that.

The peony has finally flowered. The plant has quite some age on it. I've been here 10 years and it was here before I came. Have been given a Tayberry plant and a blueberry plant. The Tayberry is a cross between a raspberry and a blackberry. I already don't get any blackberries or raspberries from the garden ... so I'm pretty sure if these fruits appear the birds will be the only ones holding up taste and texture score cards.

Pineapple, raspberries and blueberries are on the cake menu today, plus flapjacks, plus the coffee pot. Friday, Friday, Friday and the man on the radio is playing The Drifters 'Up On The Roof' ...

[creatures-of-albia]

Oddly enough, I haven't encountered any Purple Mountain legs in Gen 5 yet despite them being a good chunk of the leg genes from Gen 4. I'm guessing that the first 5-8 norns in Gen 4 just got real busy with each other, making the percent chance of inheriting PMN legs pretty low. That should change once we get deeper into Gen 5, although I'm guessing that Forest legs are going to start dominating the population. Just a guess though. Genetic drift is one hell of a thing...

[aquamonstra]

Data could pilot a Jaeger by himself but he and Geordi are drift compatible so he would NEVER.

[antirepurp]

what if i backed up my pc chao garden and started it over and played it like a normal person and not like a dog breeder. as a treat

[unorthodoxpengu]

A messy animation of the hand break hero

[jcmarchi]

Any AI Agent Can Talk. Few Can Be Trusted

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Any AI Agent Can Talk. Few Can Be Trusted

The need for AI agents in healthcare is urgent. Across the industry, overworked teams are inundated with time-intensive tasks that hold up patient care. Clinicians are stretched thin, payer call centers are overwhelmed, and patients are left waiting for answers to immediate concerns.

AI agents can help by filling profound gaps, extending the reach and availability of clinical and administrative staff and reducing burnout of health staff and patients alike. But before we can do that, we need a strong basis for building trust in AI agents. That trust won’t come from a warm tone of voice or conversational fluency. It comes from engineering.

Even as interest in AI agents skyrockets and headlines trumpet the promise of agentic AI, healthcare leaders – accountable to their patients and communities – remain hesitant to deploy this technology at scale. Startups are touting agentic capabilities that range from automating mundane tasks like appointment scheduling to high-touch patient communication and care. Yet, most have yet to prove these engagements are safe.

Many of them never will.

The reality is, anyone can spin up a voice agent powered by a large language model (LLM), give it a compassionate tone, and script a conversation that sounds convincing. There are plenty of platforms like this hawking their agents in every industry. Their agents might look and sound different, but all of them behave the same – prone to hallucinations, unable to verify critical facts, and missing mechanisms that ensure accountability.

This approach – building an often too-thin wrapper around a foundational LLM – might work in industries like retail or hospitality, but will fail in healthcare. Foundational models are extraordinary tools, but they’re largely general-purpose; they weren’t trained specifically on clinical protocols, payer policies, or regulatory standards. Even the most eloquent agents built on these models can drift into hallucinatory territory, answering questions they shouldn’t, inventing facts, or failing to recognize when a human needs to be brought into the loop.

The consequences of these behaviors aren’t theoretical. They can confuse patients, interfere with care, and result in costly human rework. This isn’t an intelligence problem. It’s an infrastructure problem.

To operate safely, effectively, and reliably in healthcare, AI agents need to be more than just autonomous voices on the other end of the phone. They must be operated by systems engineered specifically for control, context, and accountability. From my experience building these systems, here’s what that looks like in practice.

Response control can render hallucinations non-existent

AI agents in healthcare can’t just generate plausible answers. They need to deliver the correct ones, every time. This requires a controllable “action space” – a mechanism that allows the AI to understand and facilitate natural conversation, but ensures every possible response is bounded by predefined, approved logic.

With response control parameters built in, agents can only reference verified protocols, pre-defined operating procedures, and regulatory standards. The model’s creativity is harnessed to guide interactions rather than improvise facts. This is how healthcare leaders can ensure the risk of hallucination is eliminated entirely – not by testing in a pilot or a single focus group, but by designing the risk out on the ground floor.

Specialized knowledge graphs can ensure trusted exchanges

The context of every healthcare conversation is deeply personal. Two people with type 2 diabetes might live in the same neighborhood and fit the same risk profile. Their eligibility for a specific medication will vary based on their medical history, their doctor’s treatment guideline, their insurance plan, and formulary rules.

AI agents not only need access to this context, but they need to be able to reason with it in real time. A specialized knowledge graph provides that capability. It’s a structured way of representing information from multiple trusted sources that allows agents to validate what they hear and ensure the information they give back is both accurate and personalized. Agents without this layer might sound informed, but they’re really just following rigid workflows and filling in the blanks.

Robust review systems can evaluate accuracy

A patient might hang up with an AI agent and feel satisfied, but the work for the agent is far from over. Healthcare organizations need assurance that the agent not only produced correct information, but understood and documented the interaction. That’s where automated post-processing systems come in.

A robust review system should evaluate each and every conversation with the same fine-tooth-comb level of scrutiny a human supervisor with all the time in the world would bring. It should be able to identify whether the response was accurate, ensure the right information was captured, and determine whether or not follow-up is required. If something isn’t right, the agent should be able to escalate to a human, but if everything checks out, the task can be checked off the to-do list with confidence.

Beyond these three foundational elements required to engineer trust, every agentic AI infrastructure needs a robust security and compliance framework that protects patient data and ensures agents operate within regulated bounds. That framework should include strict adherence to common industry standards like SOC 2 and HIPAA, but should also have processes built in for bias testing, protected health information redaction, and data retention.

These security safeguards don’t just check compliance boxes. They form the backbone of a trustworthy system that can ensure every interaction is managed at a level patients and providers expect.

The healthcare industry doesn’t need more AI hype. It needs reliable AI infrastructure. In the case of agentic AI, trust won’t be earned as much as it will be engineered.

[freddynossa]

Inteligencia Artificial en Marketing y Publicidad: Herramientas Clave que Definen el Futuro

¿Qué es la Inteligencia Artificial (IA) en Marketing y Publicidad y Para Qué Sirve? La Inteligencia Artificial (IA) en Marketing y Publicidad se refiere a la aplicación de tecnologías y algoritmos de IA (como el aprendizaje automático, el procesamiento del lenguaje natural y el análisis predictivo) para optimizar y automatizar diversas tareas y estrategias de marketing. No se trata de robots…

[rastronomicals]

9:50 AM EST December 28, 2024:

The Mercury Program - "Slightly Drifting" From the album A Data Learn the Language (September 10, 2002)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

[creatures-of-albia]

It’s time for the long awaited

✨Generation 5 Overview✨

It’s a looooong post, so if you care to read, it’s under this handy dandy read more.

The generation was made up of 47 norns and lasted approximately 58 hours, including a period of time where I left the game on overnight. The average lifespan was 6:32, with the highest natural lifespan being 9:11 and the lowest being 5:35.

Phenotypes

There were 188 body-type genes total.

45.21% were Purple Mountain, 39.89% were Forest, 6.38% were Horse, 6.38% were Ron, and 2.13% were Banana (For funsies at the end of the run. There were no males to breed with.) I did not see any body-type genes disappear.

I’m now seeing Horse genes and Ron genes intersect in the gene pool timeline, but no norn had both Horse and Ron phenotypes.

The female:male ratio was 2.13:1. Lucky guys.

Genotypes

Two norns had extra pigment genes.

One norn had an extra chemical emitter gene.

One norn produced alcohol in some amount in all stages of life. The stumbling was the giveaway. It’s possible that norns are producing odd chemicals right under my nose, but I haven’t caught them because the effects aren’t obvious.

One norn seemed unable to give birth (Gonadotrophin maxes out but progesterone stays at a low level). I used the Advanced Breeder’s Kit to help her out a few times. Sometimes I can’t bear to see them suffer. Plus she still needed to eat like a pregnant norn and was taking a lot of time to care for.

No norns inherited the 100% life force gene, sadly.

Deaths

37/47 were exported due to old age (Only 78.7%, yikes)

5/47 died from Antigen 1 (10.6%)

3/47 died upon being imported (6.4%)

2/47 died from “Failure to thrive”, which includes Child of the Mind syndrome and the lack of interest in eating (4.3%)

Poor norns kind of had a rough time in this generation.

Important Discoveries

The game tries to “correct” your gender ratio when hatching eggs, leading to long stretches of males or females. This is why the next generation is going to be mostly males, sometimes in stretches of 12-13. I am fixing this in the next generation by occasionally exporting all but one female (To “cancel out” my grendel) to hatch eggs when I have nowhere to put them in order to get a ratio closer to 1:1 for Gen 7.

I now have a Disease tab in my Excel doc keeping track of what diseases do what and here is what I’ve found:

Antigen 1 is killer. High frequency of sneezes/coughs, leading to difficulty feeding norns to keep their life force up, and slow antibody response time. Absolutely deadly if your norn is not a reliable eater.

Antigen 3 is easy to get over. I had one note about it in my journal (From before I had my Diseases tab) saying that antibody production is so fast that it almost kills the antigen before it hits “critical mass” in the Biochemistry tab of the Science Kit.

Antigen 5 isn’t horrible. The antibody response time is very good, although life force declines rapidly. I had two norns on opposite sides of the world contract it very close together, so I can’t really say anything about infectiousness, but I’d guess it was a coincidence.

New Tools

The community patch, which does a lot of things. (May provide link to list eventually)

The Grendel Friendly COB, since now I can keep an eye on my little dude.

The Advanced Breeder’s Kit, which should help any norns experiencing pregnancy issues, although I am not yet sure if that’s a good idea. You will definitely hear about it in the next report if it was a bad idea

I also found the Genetics Kit and got it working, which should solve any issues if I accidentally leave the game on. That seems to happen at least once a generation, but now I close the game if I’m going to step away from my computer. That should stop the problem before it even starts.

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Whew! That was a longer summary than I meant to put together, but it’s good for me to get it all down and in one place, even if nobody but me finds it interesting.

On to Generation 6! 😁