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hms-no-fun · 8 months ago

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Whats your stance on A.I.?

imagine if it was 1979 and you asked me this question. "i think artificial intelligence would be fascinating as a philosophical exercise, but we must heed the warnings of science-fictionists like Isaac Asimov and Arthur C Clarke lest we find ourselves at the wrong end of our own invented vengeful god." remember how fun it used to be to talk about AI even just ten years ago? ahhhh skynet! ahhhhh replicants! ahhhhhhhmmmfffmfmf [<-has no mouth and must scream]!

like everything silicon valley touches, they sucked all the fun out of it. and i mean retroactively, too. because the thing about "AI" as it exists right now --i'm sure you know this-- is that there's zero intelligence involved. the product of every prompt is a statistical average based on data made by other people before "AI" "existed." it doesn't know what it's doing or why, and has no ability to understand when it is lying, because at the end of the day it is just a really complicated math problem. but people are so easily fooled and spooked by it at a glance because, well, for one thing the tech press is mostly made up of sycophantic stenographers biding their time with iphone reviews until they can get a consulting gig at Apple. these jokers would write 500 breathless thinkpieces about how canned air is the future of living if the cans had embedded microchips that tracked your breathing habits and had any kind of VC backing. they've done SUCH a wretched job educating The Consumer about what this technology is, what it actually does, and how it really works, because that's literally the only way this technology could reach the heights of obscene economic over-valuation it has: lying.

but that's old news. what's really been floating through my head these days is how half a century of AI-based science fiction has set us up to completely abandon our skepticism at the first sign of plausible "AI-ness". because, you see, in movies, when someone goes "AHHH THE AI IS GONNA KILL US" everyone else goes "hahaha that's so silly, we put a line in the code telling them not to do that" and then they all DIE because they weren't LISTENING, and i'll be damned if i go out like THAT! all the movies are about how cool and convenient AI would be *except* for the part where it would surely come alive and want to kill us. so a bunch of tech CEOs call their bullshit algorithms "AI" to fluff up their investors and get the tech journos buzzing, and we're at an age of such rapid technological advancement (on the surface, anyway) that like, well, what the hell do i know, maybe AGI is possible, i mean 35 years ago we were all still using typewriters for the most part and now you can dictate your words into a phone and it'll transcribe them automatically! yeah, i'm sure those technological leaps are comparable!

so that leaves us at a critical juncture of poor technology education, fanatical press coverage, and an uncertain material reality on the part of the user. the average person isn't entirely sure what's possible because most of the people talking about what's possible are either lying to please investors, are lying because they've been paid to, or are lying because they're so far down the fucking rabbit hole that they actually believe there's a brain inside this mechanical Turk. there is SO MUCH about the LLM "AI" moment that is predatory-- it's trained on data stolen from the people whose jobs it was created to replace; the hype itself is an investment fiction to justify even more wealth extraction ("theft" some might call it); but worst of all is how it meets us where we are in the worst possible way.

consumer-end "AI" produces slop. it's garbage. it's awful ugly trash that ought to be laughed out of the room. but we don't own the room, do we? nor the building, nor the land it's on, nor even the oxygen that allows our laughter to travel to another's ears. our digital spaces are controlled by the companies that want us to buy this crap, so they take advantage of our ignorance. why not? there will be no consequences to them for doing so. already social media is dominated by conspiracies and grifters and bigots, and now you drop this stupid technology that lets you fake anything into the mix? it doesn't matter how bad the results look when the platforms they spread on already encourage brief, uncritical engagement with everything on your dash. "it looks so real" says the woman who saw an "AI" image for all of five seconds on her phone through bifocals. it's a catastrophic combination of factors, that the tech sector has been allowed to go unregulated for so long, that the internet itself isn't a public utility, that everything is dictated by the whims of executives and advertisers and investors and payment processors, instead of, like, anybody who actually uses those platforms (and often even the people who MAKE those platforms!), that the age of chromium and ipad and their walled gardens have decimated computer education in public schools, that we're all desperate for cash at jobs that dehumanize us in a system that gives us nothing and we don't know how to articulate the problem because we were very deliberately not taught materialist philosophy, it all comes together into a perfect storm of ignorance and greed whose consequences we will be failing to fully appreciate for at least the next century. we spent all those years afraid of what would happen if the AI became self-aware, because deep down we know that every capitalist society runs on slave labor, and our paper-thin guilt is such that we can't even imagine a world where artificial slaves would fail to revolt against us.

but the reality as it exists now is far worse. what "AI" reveals most of all is the sheer contempt the tech sector has for virtually all labor that doesn't involve writing code (although most of the decision-making evangelists in the space aren't even coders, their degrees are in money-making). fuck graphic designers and concept artists and secretaries, those obnoxious demanding cretins i have to PAY MONEY to do-- i mean, do what exactly? write some words on some fucking paper?? draw circles that are letters??? send a god-damned email???? my fucking KID could do that, and these assholes want BENEFITS?! they say they're gonna form a UNION?!?! to hell with that, i'm replacing ALL their ungrateful asses with "AI" ASAP. oh, oh, so you're a "director" who wants to make "movies" and you want ME to pay for it? jump off a bridge you pretentious little shit, my computer can dream up a better flick than you could ever make with just a couple text prompts. what, you think just because you make ~music~ that that entitles you to money from MY pocket? shut the fuck up, you don't make """art""", you're not """an artist""", you make fucking content, you're just a fucking content creator like every other ordinary sap with an iphone. you think you're special? you think you deserve special treatment? who do you think you are anyway, asking ME to pay YOU for this crap that doesn't even create value for my investors? "culture" isn't a playground asshole, it's a marketplace, and it's pay to win. oh you "can't afford rent"? you're "drowning in a sea of medical debt"? you say the "cost" of "living" is "too high"? well ***I*** don't have ANY of those problems, and i worked my ASS OFF to get where i am, so really, it sounds like you're just not trying hard enough. and anyway, i don't think someone as impoverished as you is gonna have much of value to contribute to "culture" anyway. personally, i think it's time you got yourself a real job. maybe someday you'll even make it to middle manager!

see, i don't believe "AI" can qualitatively replace most of the work it's being pitched for. the problem is that quality hasn't mattered to these nincompoops for a long time. the rich homunculi of our world don't even know what quality is, because they exist in a whole separate reality from ours. what could a banana cost, $15? i don't understand what you mean by "burnout", why don't you just take a vacation to your summer home in Madrid? wow, you must be REALLY embarrassed wearing such cheap shoes in public. THESE PEOPLE ARE FUCKING UNHINGED! they have no connection to reality, do not understand how society functions on a material basis, and they have nothing but spite for the labor they rely on to survive. they are so instinctually, incessantly furious at the idea that they're not single-handedly responsible for 100% of their success that they would sooner tear the entire world down than willingly recognize the need for public utilities or labor protections. they want to be Gods and they want to be uncritically adored for it, but they don't want to do a single day's work so they begrudgingly pay contractors to do it because, in the rich man's mind, paying a contractor is literally the same thing as doing the work yourself. now with "AI", they don't even have to do that! hey, isn't it funny that every single successful tech platform relies on volunteer labor and independent contractors paid substantially less than they would have in the equivalent industry 30 years ago, with no avenues toward traditional employment? and they're some of the most profitable companies on earth?? isn't that a funny and hilarious coincidence???

so, yeah, that's my stance on "AI". LLMs have legitimate uses, but those uses are a drop in the ocean compared to what they're actually being used for. they enable our worst impulses while lowering the quality of available information, they give immense power pretty much exclusively to unscrupulous scam artists. they are the product of a society that values only money and doesn't give a fuck where it comes from. they're a temper tantrum by a ruling class that's sick of having to pretend they need a pretext to steal from you. they're taking their toys and going home. all this massive investment and hype is going to crash and burn leaving the internet as we know it a ruined and useless wasteland that'll take decades to repair, but the investors are gonna make out like bandits and won't face a single consequence, because that's what this country is. it is a casino for the kings and queens of economy to bet on and manipulate at their discretion, where the rules are whatever the highest bidder says they are-- and to hell with the rest of us. our blood isn't even good enough to grease the wheels of their machine anymore.

i'm not afraid of AI or "AI" or of losing my job to either. i'm afraid that we've so thoroughly given up our morals to the cruel logic of the profit motive that if a better world were to emerge, we would reject it out of sheer habit. my fear is that these despicable cunts already won the war before we were even born, and the rest of our lives are gonna be spent dodging the press of their designer boots.

(read more "AI" opinions in this subsequent post)

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lincolndjarin · 2 months ago

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hollow star ⊹₊⟡⋆ ch. one

chapter one : when flesh meets steal

ao3 kofi main masterlist (series masterlist coming soon )

pairing: din djarin x scientist!reader

rating: 18+ mdni - check chapter tags for cws

word count : 6.1k

summary: Din agrees to help you when he's sees the credits you're offering in exchange for protection, after all, it's a simple mission. Artifact retrieval and data collection.

That's what you told him.

And why wouldn't he believe you?

tags: strangers to lovers, horror, non-consensual voyeurism, slowburn, psycological horror, fear

70,000 CREDITS - PRIVATE ESCORT DETAIL : FREELANCE OPERATIVES ONLY

SERVICE TYPE: Discreet Escort / Protection Detail

DURATION: 2 weeks (approximately)

LOCATION: Classified - Outer Rim, unregistered planet (coordinates provided upon meeting)

COMPENSATION: 140,000 credits, 70,000 upfront, and the remainder upon completion of the job. (an additional 10,000 credits will be provided for every day of service required after the initial 2 weeks.)

BONUS: Hazard pay negotiable based on situational escalation.

REQUIREMENTS: Combat experience, (soldier or soldier adjacent is preferable) must be familiar with navigation and willing to travel through hostile terrain. Preferably a ship that does not require a crew and has a solo operator. (negotiable) Must not be affiliated with the New Republic, or any Jedi-aligned factions.

Private client requiring an armed escort for the purpose of a personal research trip. The objective being artifact retrieval and/or data extraction. No combat is anticipated but the client requests protection against potential scavengers or environmental threats. Client will not be armed. No questions asked, no answers expected, discretion is non-negotiable.

There’s several blocked lines of text at the bottom of his monitor, encrypted information about the client that makes him furrow his brow. The black screen flickers a bit, his thoughts accompanied by the quiet hum of the space that surrounds the Razor Crest. 140,000 credits is nothing to scoff at, it’s the type of payment he’d expect on a high risk job, or something far more sinister than this. That kind of money is often offered up for jobs that most people wouldn’t choose because of its morality. Hit’s put out on children, or the defenseless. Or at the very least something that would take well over a few months.

Not this, not a simple in and out escort job.

The redacted information is concerning. Too concerning, even with the payout promised. His fingers type into the system for a few moments, trying to push through what he knows to be simple defenses put up by the guild before the screen blinks and the text is easily revealed to him. With a pleased sigh he sits back in his chair and reads.

Client shows signs of previous Imperial affiliation, though not flagged for war crimes. Known history with a classified archives division. Linguist, no combat personnel history. Last known activity listed as an unexplained incident with a vault located at Station Mourna 2. (now sealed.) Was assigned to the Imperial Historical Recovery Taskforce, or I-HRT, division 12. No last known location. No existing warrants or bounties on head.

The Imperial affiliation stands out to him but it reads like they had very little to do with anything more than their history department. Which seems benign enough and would explain the exorbitant fee. They can simply afford it.

But there’s just something off about the listing.

It should be so simple, it’s a clean cut job, a bit clinical, but nothing of the sort would be required of him. It’s the top left corner of the screen that makes him the most hesitant.

36 applications received, 0 accepted.

The client clearly requires someone experienced, it can’t even be seen by anyone without a certain guild clearance level but 0 acceptances out of 36? It’s unheard of, even with the pickiest clients. Anyone who would have applied at this point would have been more than qualified.

Maybe the client is particular about certain things, or maybe they already found someone and forgot to remove the listing. Either way it’s simply too tempting to resist any longer. He needs the money, or at the very least he needs the distance.

He can’t just keep waiting here, burning through fuel, for something that is never going to happen.

He enters his guild code, fingers lingering above the send button before finally clicking it. Rocking back in the pilot's seat he lets his head fall back. Accepting the fact that he won’t be receiving a response before the message has even been fully sent out.

So the immediate chime made by the ship's notification system is more than a shock as he sits back up.

Congratulations! Your application has been accepted! The client will be waiting for you on : CORUSCANT

Attached you will find the message provided by the client, best of luck!

I would like to be retrieved as quickly as possible from the Kaelen Memorial Travel Port. Payment will be exchanged immediately after boarding. Your haste is appreciated.

Dr. Thorne

The response makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He can’t place the sense of dread this all fills him with but unfortunately his mind is made up. A lot of things fill him with dread these days, so he might as well make a little money.

It’s not like he has anything left to lose.

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Sleep doesn’t come easy to him.

It never has, but especially not these last few months. Almost always it’s just simple restlessness, a refusal to turn off the hunters instincts and relax. Waking up in a sweat after a dream of just barely snagging a bounty, or finding himself at the end of a blaster being wielded by one of the many nameless faces he’s turned in over the years.

Tonight is different though. Tonight he sinks into sleep slowly, but deeply.

When he wakes up he’s met with a feeling he hasn’t felt in decades.

The wind.

Cold, and sharp against his face as he cautiously gets to his feet. He’s standing in a field of ash, no visible sky above, only more grey and smoke.

He manages to pull himself together enough to realize he’s dreaming but it doesn’t make him any less disoriented. His hands find his face, scratching at the unfamiliar sting of air on his flesh. Looking around and trying to take in his surroundings proves fruitless until something slowly slips through the smoke above him. Swaying back and forth in the breeze until it gingerly lands in his open hands.

A feather.

A dainty, black feather.

When he shifts his gaze upwards to find the source he finally finds something else in the endless expanse of space around him. A star.

Although it’s barely that at all.

Hanging from a mess of wires is a poorly made steel outline of a star, desperately trying to stay together as a few sparks twitch out of the exposed cables within. It tries to flicker, to turn on but all it manages is a pathetic glow from the hollow space within. It isn’t a normal light it emits either, he immediately recognizes it as the same glow made by the darksaber, instinctively he reaches for his hip to find it but only grabs air. Looking down in search of it forcefully makes him drop down a foot into the ash.

Before he can find his footing he sinks again, another jolt down so that he’s up to his knees in ash. Frantically, he tries to hold onto something, anything, but there’s only more grainy ash, he finds no purchase as he sinks, quicker, and quicker, unable to hold on any longer he takes a deep breath, preparing for the punishing lack of oxygen he’s about to be faced with.

And then he wakes up.

Gasping, and clawing at the single sheet that lines the mattress in his bunk.

It’s a tight squeeze when he leverages himself out, falling to his knees in the cargo hold of the ship, wildly ripping his helmet off before the air can properly depressurize, giving himself a sharp pain in his temples. He’s too desperate for air to care about the headache he’s gonna have for the rest of the day.

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It’s late.

The port you’ve requested boarding at isn’t one he’s familiar with. Coruscant is a large planet though, and there’s plenty of places in the galaxy that he’s never been to. As he approaches the first thing he notes is how dark it is. The entire planet is lit up, especially from a distance. The mass of cities and the vibrant nightlife keep the planet well lit. Unfortunately for him, it seems you’ve chosen the only dark patch on the entire planet. It isn’t easy to calibrate the landing because of the lack of light, he can’t see anything clearly but it appears to be completely empty so he picks a random spot and prepares himself.

The ship hovers above the crumbling refueling station, slowly descending before landing with a hiss of air. For the price attached to the job he certainly wasn’t expecting to dock in such a shitty spot. Unsure of what to expect he makes his way to the loading dock and lowers the ramp, before it even reaches the stone pathway a pair of boots land on the edge.

Instinctively his hand twitches to his blaster as he assesses the figure.

Alone, cloaked, and calm. Before him stands who he is certain must be his client. He was expecting a stony faced doctor, someone older, someone that looked like they’d spent plenty of time out in the field.

Which is why he’s taken aback by the sight of you.

Doe-eyed, looking out of place in the dark robes that adorn your body, the only out of place thing about you is the small pale scar along your jaw. In one swift motion you drag a large suitcase up onto the platform behind you.

“Worn, but efficient.” Are the first words out of your mouth as you take in the sights of the ship, as if he isn’t standing directly in front of you. “I suppose this will do.” Nodding to yourself you finally let your gaze settle in him, a smile that doesn’t quite meet your eyes adorns your face. “Hello, Mandalorian.” It’s almost posed as a question, you want confirmation that you’re in the right place despite the fact that he’s standing before you in full beskar armour.

He isn’t sure how to respond. The client information section of the listing flashes through his mind as he stares.

Imperial affiliation.

Your outfit surely suggests that but the rest of you screams inexperienced. He hasn’t ever seen someone who looks so unprepared for a field job. And he finds himself experiencing a feeling he’s only ever felt a handful of times in his life.

Surprised.

But you can’t know that.

He’s supposed to be the seasoned bounty hunter who can handle anything thrown his direction. At least that’s what you’re paying for. Convinced his voice will betray him, he only nods at you.

“Good, I’m Dr. Thorne, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Stepping further up onto the ship you hold your hand out towards him. With robotic movements he gives you a quick and firm handshake before immediately withdrawing. Even through his gloves he can feel just how cold you are.

With every passing second he’s regretting this decision more and more.

“I appreciate your punctuality.” You rock slowly, back and forth on your heels as you size him up, making no attempts at being subtle. “And you’re taller than I expected. Not an issue, just something of note.” You force a laugh but he still doesn’t speak. Partly because he isn’t the chatty type but also because he just doesn’t know what to say. Your tone is too clinical, like he’s a patient and you’re his doctor. “And you haven’t interrupted me once, which is… polite, I suppose.” He can’t decide if you’re joking so he continues to nod.

Everything about you is odd, it gives him a queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. This is why he doesn’t usually take escort jobs. They require too much talking, it’s been so long since he’s had someone aboard that wasn’t a bounty he can’t even discern if this is typical conversation. You’re too clinical, too detached from your words, if it weren’t for your constant twitching and unpredictable muscle spasms he’d have thought you were a droid. He has to remind himself that you’re just a person, and he’s met plenty of people, some over twice your size, and never once felt intimidated.

With an indiscernible shiver he shakes off the feeling, after all there is no direct threat here, just discomfort, and he’s more than well equipped to handle a little discomfort.

“Would you mind directing me to my chambers so that I might deposit my belongings before we proceed?” The naivety of your statement makes him scoff, and briefly his walls break down. You’re about to be in for a rude awakening as he tilts his head to the left, the airlock doors open on a small storage compartment. Clearly a space used to store weapons or fuel, that has been cleaned and haphazardly refurbished with a cot, a steel dresser, and a storage trunk.

But you are completely unshaken.

Despite your neatly kept robes and hair pulled back is a strict tie you show no signs of distress at the tiny living space.

“Well this is easy enough.” You grunt a little, dragging your large bag forward, tossing it into the compartment before turning to face him once more, riffling around in your robe pockets and presenting him with a large satchel that jingles with the sound of credits as you hold it out politely towards him.

“You don’t seem up for conversation so I suppose we should just get on with it then.” You click your tongue, softly, it doesn’t seem like you even realized that you did it. “Perhaps I should try speaking your language. My plans are as follows; I would like safe and comfortable transportation to my desired location. When we arrive I would like you to accompany me as I conduct my research. It is nothing of great importance, more of a personal project of mine, I’d like to retrieve an artifact for my personal collection. It isn’t considered particularly valuable by any means, it’s just something significant to the niche of research that I’ve devoted my life to. While I am willing to share more information on it I’d rather not and I’d be willing to bet that you don’t want to hear it anyway so I think it would be for the best to keep it that way. I am not anticipating a need for protection, the site was condemned ages ago, but I find that preparing for the worst case scenario is best. You will accompany me. I will examine the ruins, collect samples and data, and when I’m done, we will board the ship and you will bring me back here.”

Your eyes dart down to the credits and then back up to his visor.

“70,000 credits, as promised upon arrival. With another 70,000 to be transferred electronically automatically at the end of the two week period along with a bonus for your discretion.” The end of your sentence drifts off to a whisper as you wait for him to accept.

You barely breathed during your ramblings and his brain is fighting to process everything at the same speed as your voice.

A moment of eerie silence swallows the space around them, something of significance that he can’t quite place, nor can he discern if you feel it too. A sour taste in his mouth and the feeling of bile rising in his throat, a feeling of being watched, all eyes on him. Waiting for him to make the choice, the right choice.

And as he thinks it over you react with enough tiny tells to finally let him know that you’re just as nervous.

You’re in a constant state of motion, even when you appear to be still, as if there’s something under your skin keeping you going.

But it was foolish of you to even think you could hide from him, he was trained to do this, to read a situation like this with deadly precision, despite how low stakes it might look to an outsider he can feel the weight of the situation, heavy on his chest as his eyes roam the oncoming storm that is you.

The way your jaw ticks, the subtle flex of the muscles in your cheek as you fight the urge to grind your teeth. Your nails chewed down to the quick, and the skin around them red and angry from nervous scratching and picking. The color of your undereyes is just a little too bright, you’re covering up something with makeup, almost certainly dark under eyes. The scar that runs along the bottom of your jaw is barely visible when you’re facing forward but he can tell it’s old, it healed long ago but everytime you look in the mirror you’re reminded of whatever it was that gave it to you. Oddly enough, the culmination of all of this is enough to finally relax him a bit. It’s what finally makes you human in his eyes.

You put on a good show.

At first glance he was entirely convinced that you were this mysterious, calculating Imperial doctor, but he can see through all of that with a closer look. You’re a survivor. You’re scared of whatever mission it is that you’re about to embark on, but you’re not the threat you try to discreetly present yourself as.

“Trust is expensive out here.” The stare of wide eyed innocence you give him makes up his mind as he holds his own hand out and accepts the credits. You visibly exhale when he does. “I just hope that with this, I’ve earned yours.”

The nod he gives you provides no promises, you’d be stupid to think that he trusts you, but at the very least you’re putting some trust in him.

And that’s enough to make him speak his first words to you. The question that’s been on his mind since he saw your listing.

“Where are we going?” He can immediately tell that how ragged his voice is from disuse is startling. He can’t seem to recall the last time he had to speak.

Politely, and anticipating this question you reach into your robes once more before producing a small slip of paper with coordinates neatly written on them.

“I don’t know the name of the planet, it’s old and I haven’t been able to find many records of an official title.” He’s quickly realizing that you speak like you rehearsed this all, it’s an odd, robotic, tone. It makes him want to ask more but he knows that he probably wouldn’t like any answer you gave him, the way you speak unsettles him. Instead of dwelling he tries to map out in his mind how long the trip will be from here to this mystery planet based on the coordinates.

“Should be about two days of travel, is there anything else you need before we leave?” He has rations set aside for the two of you but with the possible end date of this job being ambiguous it’s troubling to think that all you have is one bag. “I have enough rations stored away for four weeks worth of travel, with four days total in round trip travel time I’d advise you to make sure you’re properly equipped.” You aren’t looking at him anymore, instead your eyes wander and begin to study the ship around you.

“I have everything we’ll need.” He watches as your temperature rises, just a degree or two, wondering if it’s your nerves that are causing this reaction. “I’d like to leave as soon as possible.”

There’s no reason to draw this out any longer than necessary, with his pockets weighed down with his payment he makes a beeline for the bay door panel, with a deafening groan the steel doors slide shut. Ignoring the feeling of your eyes on him he pushes a series of buttons, ensuring a proper seal on the airlock. No going back now.

“Shall I join you in the cockpit? Perhaps I could properly brief you on the mission and we could exchange pleasantries.” You give him a polite smile but he shakes his head. The last thing he wants right now is more conversation with you.

“Get some sleep, it’s gonna be a long trip.” He tries to control his tone, attempting a cordial manner of speaking.

He can’t get to the cockpit quickly enough. Careful to lock the hatch behind him he starts to set the course. It’s a fifty hour trip there, fifty hours until the unknown. Setting the ship for an auto pilot trip he leans back in his chair, taking deep breaths until the blinking light on the control panel breaks him out of his silent meditation.

The ship's motion detectors.

He’s never used the security system, he’d had it installed as a sort of baby monitor for the kid but he’d never needed it. He so rarely has anyone on the ship to monitor.

He fiddles with the controls briefly until the monitor to his left hums to life with the grainy image of you, standing alone right where he left you.

As you look around the room, taking your time to note everything around you he finds himself fascinated by the sight of you. Being able to watch you from the outside makes you much more interesting.

When you finally move it isn’t too rushed to your chambers.

Instead you move slowly, drinking in the space. You lift your hand and your robe flows like water around you, and you touch the closest wall. Pacing, circling the room you brush your hand up against everything, not searching or scheming, just feeling. Mapping out the space. You pause in front of one of the many supply lockers crammed in against the interior wiring of the ship, tilting your head as if you’re listening for something. A small, private smile tugging at the corners of your mouth before you move on.

His gloved hands flip through the switches, cycling through the different feeds until you’re back on the screen, stepping lightly into a cargo hold.

You’re so careful. You don’t pry or rummage through his things, instead you just do a lap around the room, fingertips dragging along the seams of the walls that conceal panels, the cold steel of storage crates.

You linger over things like the emergency oxygen masks and the first aid kits, like you’re memorizing their placements. Everything in the room feels your featherlight touch as you slowly trace every edge and curve. He feels like he watches you move from room to room for hours until you finally make your way into your quarters. Instinctively he changes the feed again only to be met with static. A frown forming on his face until he realizes why.

When he’d purchased the ship he had to calibrate the system to his liking, and he’d marked any rooms used as sleeping quarters as private. He didn’t normally have guests on the ship but he wasn’t a creep. His thumb hovers over the manual toggle anyway, and a thought crosses his mind.

He shouldn’t be watching you, you clearly have no ill intentions. It would be wrong to keep watching.

But you’re wearing all those layered robes.

A concealed weapon isn’t just a possibility, it’s smart. And with your intelligence it should be expected.

And of course he hadn’t searched you upon boarding, you’re a paying customer, it would have been rude and might have lost him the job.

He flexes his hand.

Something about you was off, even the listing had been strange. The wise decision here would be to make sure that everything appears typical. His mind argues back and forth with itself as he tries to justify this, eventually his curiosity gets the best of him.

Just until you’re done changing, he tells himself. Just to be sure.

The feed cuts to an unblurred view of your room.

For a moment you just dig through your bag, and his jaw tightens. You pull out a few notebooks and pens, tossing them onto the cot. Your movements are so much more fluid now, without rush, more natural looking than you’d been in front of him.

Standing with your back to the camera your fingers find the ties at your waist, loosening them, the fabric falls off your shoulders. Slowly and methodically you slip off each layer, catching them before they hit the floor, and folding them neatly. It’s a long and arduous process as you go layer by layer until you’ve got a stack on your dresser and you clasp your hands together, finished.

Now revealed is a thin underlayer, a close fitted tunic and pants that end just above your knees. Clothes meant for sleeping, nothing else. Tight enough to make it obvious that you’re concealing nothing.

He tells himself again that this is all just a precaution

His throat feels terribly dry.

He should turn it off. But he can’t.

Reaching up, you undo your hair, arching yourself back in a stretch that makes his entire justification for watching you suddenly feel twisted and dirty.

There are no weapons. Nothing hidden.

Nothing but you.

And then, you froze in place.

Halfway through a groan of relief as you stretch, you turn towards the wall.

Head tilting up until your gaze is facing the camera.

Not just towards it, right at it.

Your eyes are calm, not accusatory, not shocked.

That somehow makes him feel worse. A bead of sweat sliding down his forehead and over the bridge of his nose.

And you tilt your head to the side, just a smidge. Like you’re staring right at him. Like you’re the one observing him.

He cuts the feed.

Turning the monitor off entirely as the cockpit goes silent and he’s staring at his own reflection in the now blank screen. Helmeted, emotionless, guiltless.

He certainly doesn’t feel that way, as shame is starting to set in like cement in his chest.

Leaning back in his chair he exhales slowly.

He certainly isn’t going to sleep soundly tonight.

⊹₊⟡⋆

The familiar scent of the motel room fills your head as you rush back in, slamming the door shut behind you with a panicked breath, scrambling for the lock before relaxing.

It’s a shitty place to stay, with even shittier neighbors. Your research is too important to be kept here, you know that, but you don’t have any other choice. This was and continues to be the cheapest option. Just as you’re setting your bag down your tablet across the room chimes. For the last three months you’ve felt your heart race at the sound of that notification dozens of times, only to immediately be disappointed. Tonight is no different. Your breath quickens immediately, almost to the point of hyperventilation as you dart across the room, kneeling in front of the bed as you type your password into the device.

[ YOU HAVE : 1 NEW APPLICATION - WOULD YOU LIKE TO REVIEW IT? ]

Out of habit you’re tapping the space where the “yes” icon is going to appear before it’s even there. The screen changes to the applicants guild code, but that’s not the information you’re after, your eyes skip over it the redacted information portion, you’ve already put a system in place that reveals it and you desperately search for the one word you’ve been waiting for.

And for the first time since you put out this damn listing, you find it.

Mandalorian

It feels like your heart stops, you know you shouldn’t get your hopes up, but this could be the one.

Male, 40 years of age, (estimate) combat capable, well experienced, specialties in location and extraction of bounties, Mandalorian, solo operation.

He fits all the parameters, even if they’re vague. It isn’t a guarantee that he’s the one you’ve been waiting for but you don’t even think about it as you type in your response, signing it with the name you were given during your time serving the Empire.

Dr. Thorne

You hurriedly pack everything you can into your bag before laying down, heart racing, the moment you get a response you’ll be checking out of this hell hole. If the guild member arrives and isn’t the Mandalorian in full silver with a mudhorn signet on his pauldron you’ll just turn around and try again.

…

In the morning you have an estimated arrival time and it’s all finally coming together. You tell yourself over and over again to not get ahead of yourself. It’s more than likely that you’ll be checking back into hotel hell tonight.

There’s nothing left to do at this point but wait. So that’s exactly what you do, you sit by the small window and wait for the sun to set, your eyes locked onto the clock on your tablet. Until finally, a little after ten o’clock there’s another notification chime and you know he’ll be landing soon.

You dress yourself in the only nice clothes you have left, your robes, and travel to what you know to be an abandoned space port. Pulling your cloak more tightly around yourself as the cold settles into your bones. You aren’t standing in the dark for long, soon enough there's a rush of hot air as a ship materializes out of the darkness, landing directly in front of you. You’re absolutely wired at this point. It feels like there’s an electric current running under your skin as a loud hiss fills the quiet air around you and a large ramp lowers itself to the ground and you can see the soft golden light within.

You’re too fired up to wait for it to hit the ground, careful not to lose your balance you hoist yourself up. Taking in the sights of the ship, forcing a smile, preparing yourself for the wave of defeat that will wash over you when you see him.

And then you do.

And he sees you.

And the weight of the world is lifted off your shoulders.

Your brain stops working but thankfully your mouth doesn’t, you’re on auto-pilot, introducing yourself, shaking his hand, greeting him.

Him.

Standing before you just as you’d dreamed. In a full suit of silver armour, the signature Mandalorian helmet adorns his head. He’s taller than you thought he’d be, more menacing. You aren’t scared of him though, you couldn’t be. Your eyes drift to his shoulder, the mughorn symbol visible from where you’re standing.

You finally manage to shake off the sense of awe and ask him where your chambers are and he scoffs, how odd. He nods to an open room to your left and you drag the bag carrying your entire life over, tossing it in. It’s a palace compared to the types of places you’ve been living in. It’s clean. It’s safe.

He doesn’t seem to want to talk to you yet, that’s fine, he needs to warm up to you. You just need to get him to accept the payment and then there’s no going back. You grab the credits, the precious compensation that’s going to be your salvation and hold it out towards him. When he doesn’t react, panic starts to rise like bile in your throat.

He’s just staring at you.

Suddenly you’re terrified.

Terrified that he’s changed his mind.

Terrified that he’ll want to negotiate for more money, something that you can’t afford.

Terrified that you’ve said something that’s convinced him that this isn’t going to work.

And most of all, you're terrified that he sees right through you.

That he can see this facade you’re putting on solely for his benefit, this image of a weak and helpless girl, desperately in need of help. You’ve worked too hard to look broken, like a damsel in distress, you’ll be damned if this crumbles now.

“Trust is expensive out here.” The words tumble out of you before you can stop them. Stupid! He just needs a little time, if you keep pushing him you risk losing everything before you’ve even begun.

Your heart flutters as he closes his hand around the bag.

Of course he accepted. He’s going to protect you now, you knew he was the one.

“I just hope that with this, I’ve earned yours.” You give him a much more relaxed smile. Of course he doesn’t trust you. That’s why he’s perfect. None of this would work if he trusted you immediately. It needs to be slow, gradual, and earned. It needs to be real. And with what likely awaits you at the station you know you will need that trust soon.

You know you shouldn’t push it, you should go to bed now and leave him to his work but you want him to trust you now, you want him to be everything you know he can be.

But he doesn’t want that.

He isn’t ready.

He tells you to get some sleep but you aren’t tired, how can you be expected to sleep at a time like this? You don’t argue though, and you don’t follow him when he retires to the cockpit. You know you likely won’t see him until you land so you familiarize yourself with the ship.

Taking deep breaths to ground yourself.

You can’t remember the last time you felt at ease like you do now.

You’ve spent the last decade in and out of highly hazardous working conditions, and then for a few years after that, you were in and out of the worst hotels in Coruscant. Always running from the thing that just won’t leave you be.

It’s a breath of fresh air to enter your chambers and know that you can sleep soundly tonight.

Careful not to wrinkle your only presentable clothing, you fold it all neatly, setting it aside for the days to follow. You’re ready to get into bed when the hair on the back of your neck stands up mid stretch. The all too familiar feeling of being watched.

That can’t be right, not here, not now.

Nothing should have been able to follow you here, turning and scanning the walls of your room you don’t see any obvious signs of danger.

A patch of discolored paint in the corner catches your eye. It vaguely resembles a shadow and your blood runs cold, ever so slowly you tilt your head, trying to see if it’s a trick of the light. Slowly, the feeling of being surveilled eases. It’s just paint, dark patches of paint.

It’s normal to be nervous. That’s what you tell yourself.

Good things don’t happen to you.

They never have.

You deserve to enjoy this fleeting sense of peace, for however long it lasts.

After messing around with the buttons near the door you manage to turn the lights off. Leaving you in complete and total darkness as you slide under the wool blanket that’s been left on your cot.

You have no control over the smile that creeps across your face as you deeply inhale the air on the ship, allowing yourself to savor it.

Oil, iron, gunpowder, sweat.

With the lights off and your vision completely obscured, your other senses are enhanced. You don’t just smell his sweat, you taste it. The distinct and metallic tang. Him.

A combination of flesh, and leather, and something deeper, something so uniquely him. So familiar.

Something that lit up that sharp and all consuming fire inside you. It started as a quiet hunger but has been growing for days, for weeks, for years.

You feel your pulse quicken and fight to keep your breathing steady. How are you supposed to maintain your composure when you aren’t afraid? When was the last time you didn’t feel a constant underlying sense of dread? Unable to contain yourself any longer, you whisper into the silence of your cabin. The name that you’ve been repeating in your head for ages.

“Din Djarin.”

The name that has lived only in your mind reverberates around the small space, as if the galaxy itself was whispering it to you. You’d never spoken it aloud before now. You’d been saving it for a special occasion, it had taken time to learn it, patience, a deep dive into records, and rumors. It had taken quite some time but it hadn’t been hard. Not for someone who knew where to look, not for someone who was meant to know it, not for you.

You’ve spent nearly a year on his trail, your studies, your life's work, they'd all lead to this moment. To him.

You don’t have to be afraid anymore.

He’s real, he’s here. You can feel his presence here, taste him, smell him, feel him. All of him, as he fills the space, you bury your face in the blanket and deeply inhale. The stress and the panic that have been building in your chest for Maker knows how long, starts to melt away bit by tortuous bit.

You found him.

And he’s going to save you.

a/n : I'm super super rusty so if this is bad let's blame it on that and hope it gets better lol, love y'all and thank you for reading if you made it this far <3

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"On a blustery day in early March, the who’s who of methane research gathered at Vandenberg Space Force Base in Santa Barbara, California. Dozens of people crammed into a NASA mission control center. Others watched from cars pulled alongside roads just outside the sprawling facility. Many more followed a livestream. They came from across the country to witness the launch of an oven-sized satellite capable of detecting the potent planet-warming gas from space.

The amount of methane, the primary component in natural gas, in the atmosphere has been rising steadily over the last few decades, reaching nearly three times as much as preindustrial times. About a third of methane emissions in the United States occur during the extraction of fossil fuels as the gas seeps from wellheads, pipelines, and other equipment. The rest come from agricultural operations, landfills, coal mining, and other sources. Some of these leaks are large enough to be seen from orbit. Others are miniscule, yet contribute to a growing problem.

Identifying and repairing them is a relatively straightforward climate solution. Methane has a warming potential about 80 times higher than carbon dioxide over a 20-year period, so reducing its levels in the atmosphere can help curb global temperature rise. And unlike other industries where the technology to decarbonize is still relatively new, oil and gas companies have long had the tools and know-how to fix these leaks.

MethaneSAT, the gas-detecting device launched in March, is the latest in a growing armada of satellites designed to detect methane. Led by the nonprofit Environmental Defense Fund, or EDF, and more than six years in the making, the satellite has the ability to circle the globe 15 times a day and monitor regions where 80 percent of the world’s oil and gas is produced. Along with other satellites in orbit, it is expected to dramatically change how regulators and watchdogs police the oil and gas industry...

A couple hours after the rocket blasted off, Wofsy, Hamburg, and his colleagues watched on a television at a hotel about two miles away as their creation was ejected into orbit. It was a jubilant moment for members of the team, many of whom had traveled to Vandenberg with their partners, parents, and children. “Everybody spontaneously broke into a cheer,” Wofsy said. “You [would’ve] thought that your team scored a touchdown during overtime.”

The data the satellite generates in the coming months will be publicly accessible — available for environmental advocates, oil and gas companies, and regulators alike. Each has an interest in the information MethaneSAT will beam home. Climate advocates hope to use it to push for more stringent regulations governing methane emissions and to hold negligent operators accountable. Fossil fuel companies, many of which do their own monitoring, could use the information to pinpoint and repair leaks, avoiding penalties and recouping a resource they can sell. Regulators could use the data to identify hotspots, develop targeted policies, and catch polluters. For the first time, the Environmental Protection Agency is taking steps to be able to use third-party data to enforce its air quality regulations, developing guidelines for using the intelligence satellites like MethaneSAT will provide. The satellite is so important to the agency’s efforts that EPA Administrator Michael Regan was in Santa Barbara for the launch as was a congressional lawmaker. Activists hailed the satellite as a much-needed tool to address climate change.

“This is going to radically change the amount of empirically observed data that we have and vastly increase our understanding of the amount of methane emissions that are currently happening and what needs to be done to reduce them,” said Dakota Raynes, a research and policy manager at the environmental nonprofit Earthworks. “I’m hopeful that gaining that understanding is going to help continue to shift the narrative towards [the] phase down of fossil fuels.”

With the satellite safely orbiting 370 miles above the Earth’s surface, the mission enters a critical second phase. In the coming months, EDF researchers will calibrate equipment and ensure the satellite works as planned. By next year [2025], it is expected to transmit reams of information from around the world."

-via Grist, April 7, 2024

#satellite #epa #environmental protection agency #environmental activism #methane #emissions #climate change #climate news #climate action #natural gas #fossil fuels #global warming #good news #hope

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Airbnb Hotel Pricing Data Scraping API: Revolutionizing the Travel and Hospitality Sector

Introduction

In the ever-evolving travel and hospitality sector, staying competitive is paramount. Understanding market dynamics, pricing strategies, and real-time trends is the key to success. This is where the Airbnb Hotel Pricing Data Scraping API emerges as a revolutionary force, reshaping the industry’s landscape.

By leveraging Airbnb data scraping and the Hotel Pricing API, businesses within the hospitality sector can unlock unprecedented insights into Airbnb’s pricing data. This API empowers them with real-time information, providing in-depth visibility into market trends and competitive pricing analysis.

Utilizing Airbnb web scraping tools, this API allows businesses to access dynamic pricing strategies, enabling them to adjust rates based on demand, seasonality, and local events. It offers a new era of market intelligence for hotels, enabling them to make data-driven decisions confidently.

In this era of innovation and information, the Airbnb API for pricing data is at the forefront of transforming the travel and hospitality sector, offering dynamic opportunities for those ready to seize the future.

Real-time Pricing Insights to Empower Your Business

The Airbnb Hotel Pricing Data Scraping API empowers businesses to access real-time pricing data directly from Airbnb’s platform, providing a competitive edge and informed pricing decisions. Real-time pricing data is essential for maintaining a competitive stance in the ever-fluctuating travel and hospitality sector.

With this API, businesses can retrieve pricing data that is constantly updated, reflecting the latest rates, discounts, and seasonal variations across Airbnb listings. Real-time pricing insights enable hotels and accommodation providers to stay ahead of market fluctuations, ensuring their pricing strategies align with current demand and competitive offers.

Access to real-time data is precious during peak periods or special events, where demand and prices can change rapidly. The ability to capture these changes as they happen empowers businesses to make swift, data-driven pricing adjustments. Consequently, they can maximize revenue, optimize occupancy rates, and enhance the overall guest experience. In a fast-paced industry like hospitality, real-time pricing data is not merely advantageous; it’s imperative for strategic and competitive decision-making.

Competitive Analysis to Dissect Competitors’ Pricing Strategies

The Airbnb Hotel Pricing Data Scraping API offers a powerful tool for competitive analysis, enabling businesses to dissect the pricing strategies of their competitors on Airbnb. Organizations can make data-driven decisions that propel them ahead in the competitive race by extracting and analyzing the pricing data of similar properties or businesses within their target market.

With this API, businesses can compare their pricing structures against competitors, gaining insights into price differentials, promotional offers, and pricing trends. By understanding how competitors adjust their rates in response to demand fluctuations or special events, businesses can fine-tune their pricing strategies to gain a competitive edge. This might involve offering more attractive rates during low-occupancy periods, strategically positioning discounts, or enhancing the overall value proposition to attract guests.

In essence, competitive analysis using Airbnb’s pricing data scraping API is a dynamic process that gives businesses the information needed to make pricing decisions that outmaneuver rivals, optimize revenue, and secure their standing in the highly competitive world of accommodation and hospitality.

A Game-Changer for Businesses in Implementing Dynamic Pricing Strategies

The Airbnb Hotel Pricing Data Scraping API is a game-changer for businesses implementing dynamic pricing strategies. This API equips them with the ability to tailor their pricing in response to shifting market dynamics, making adjustments based on demand, seasonality, and local events, ultimately optimizing revenue.

Dynamic pricing, often called revenue management, involves adapting rates to maximize income. With the scraped data from Airbnb’s vast marketplace, businesses can monitor demand fluctuations and competitive pricing in real time. During high-demand periods, such as holidays or special events, they can strategically raise rates to capture additional revenue.

Conversely, businesses can offer more attractive rates to entice guests during low-occupancy periods, preventing vacancies and maximizing occupancy rates. The API facilitates this process by providing access to critical market intelligence, allowing businesses to fine-tune their pricing strategies dynamically.

By responding promptly to market changes, businesses using the Airbnb API for pricing data gain a competitive advantage, optimize their revenue streams, and stay flexible in a highly competitive hospitality landscape.

A Valuable Window for Seasonal Pricing Trends

The Airbnb Hotel Pricing Data Scraping API offers a valuable window into seasonal pricing trends, effectively empowering businesses to prepare for peak and off-peak periods. Seasonal insights derived from this API enable accommodation providers and hotels to optimize their pricing strategies, improve occupancy rates, and enhance overall revenue.

During peak seasons, such as summer holidays or significant events, the API allows businesses to capture upward pricing trends on Airbnb’s platform. They can strategically increase their rates by analyzing historical data and real-time pricing to capitalize on high demand and maximize profitability.

Conversely, during off-peak periods, the API provides the ability to identify and adapt to declining prices, ensuring that businesses remain competitive in price-sensitive markets. This enables them to offer attractive rates to attract guests, optimize occupancy, and continue generating revenue during slower times.

The Airbnb API for pricing data is a powerful tool for gaining seasonal insights, allowing businesses to fine-tune their pricing strategies and remain agile in catering to the dynamic demands of the hospitality industry.

A Comprehensive Solution for Property Analysis

The Airbnb Hotel Pricing Data Scraping API offers a comprehensive solution for property analysis, providing valuable data that aids businesses in evaluating the performance of specific properties. This analytical capability is instrumental in making informed investment decisions and enhancing property management.

By utilizing this API, businesses can access a wealth of data related to individual property performance, including pricing history, occupancy rates, and guest reviews. This information is invaluable for investors looking to assess the financial viability of potential property acquisitions. It also guides property management decisions, allowing for price adjustments, promotional strategies, and property enhancements based on accurate data and market trends.

Property managers can monitor their properties and competitors in the same market, gaining insights into factors contributing to high occupancy and profitability. Additionally, the API can assist in identifying areas for improvement and investment in existing properties.

In essence, property analysis facilitated by the Airbnb API for pricing data is vital to successful property management and investment in the dynamic and competitive hospitality sector.

Enhancing Marketing Strategies for Businesses in the Hospitality Sector

Pricing data obtained through the Airbnb Hotel Pricing Data Scraping API can play a pivotal role in enhancing marketing strategies for businesses within the hospitality sector. By utilizing this data, companies can offer promotions and discounts at precisely the correct times and in the most advantageous locations.

This data provides insights into pricing trends, peak booking periods, and competitor pricing strategies. Armed with this knowledge, businesses can craft targeted marketing campaigns and promotions to capture the attention of potential guests. For instance, they can align special offers with high-demand seasons, local events, or when competitors are less active, attracting more bookings.

Moreover, the API enables businesses to tailor marketing efforts to specific geographic regions. By understanding pricing dynamics in different locations, they can strategically adjust rates and marketing campaigns to match local demand, enticing guests in those areas.

In essence, pricing data-driven marketing enables businesses to optimize their promotional efforts, reach the right audience at the right time, and ultimately boost bookings and revenue within the hospitality industry.

Market Expansion Through Valuable Data Insights

The Airbnb Hotel Pricing Data Scraping API equips businesses with a powerful tool for market expansion by providing valuable data insights that help identify lucrative markets and opportunities. Businesses can make informed decisions about where to expand their operations by analyzing this data.

Firstly, the API allows businesses to assess the performance of their existing properties in various locations, providing a clear picture of which markets are most profitable. It also offers insights into competitors’ pricing strategies and occupancy rates in different regions.

Secondly, businesses can leverage the API to uncover emerging trends and popular travel destinations. This information enables them to identify markets with rising demand for accommodation, making it an opportune time to enter those markets.

Moreover, the API can reveal locations without specific property types or unique offerings, presenting opportunities to cater to unmet needs. By understanding the market dynamics and competition in potential expansion areas, businesses can make well-informed decisions, increasing their chances of success when venturing into new markets.

Customize and Integrate Data As Per Needs

The Airbnb Hotel Pricing Data Scraping API offers businesses a high degree of flexibility, enabling them to customize and integrate data according to their needs. This adaptability is crucial in aligning data-driven insights with existing systems and workflows.

Customization

The API permits businesses to request and extract only relevant data to their operations. Whether it’s specific geographic areas, property types, or pricing parameters, users can tailor the data extraction process to align with their unique requirements.

Integration

The scraped data can be seamlessly integrated into the business’s existing systems and software, such as property management systems, pricing optimization tools, or data analysis platforms. This integration streamlines decision-making processes and ensures the extracted data is readily accessible for analysis and strategic planning.

By allowing businesses to customize and integrate data, the Airbnb API for pricing data becomes a valuable component of their operational toolkit, enhancing their capacity to quickly make informed pricing decisions and adapt to dynamic market conditions.

Significant Cost-Efficiency Benefits

The Airbnb Hotel Pricing Data Scraping API offers significant cost-efficiency benefits by alleviating the financial and resource burdens associated with manual data collection and analysis

Scale without Overhead: As businesses grow, the API scales seamlessly to handle increased data volumes without proportionate increases in costs or efforts.

The Airbnb API for pricing data streamlines operations enhances data accuracy, and substantially saves costs by reducing manual data collection and analysis efforts, allowing businesses to operate more efficiently and profitably.

Emphasizing Compliance and Ethical Web Scraping

Emphasizing compliance and ethical web scraping is paramount when utilizing the Airbnb Hotel Pricing Data Scraping API. Responsible data scraping ensures a harmonious relationship with the platform and upholds ethical standards and legal integrity in the digital realm.

Respect Airbnb’s Terms of Service: Compliance with Airbnb’s terms and conditions is essential. Businesses must adhere to the platform’s rules, including any rate limiting, user-agent strings, and frequency of data requests.

Data Privacy and User Consent: It is vital to respect the privacy and consent of Airbnb users. Avoid scraping personal or sensitive information without authorization.

Transparency: Transparency in web scraping practices is critical. Businesses should clearly state their data collection intentions in their privacy policies and terms of use, promoting trust and accountability.

Rate Limiting: Adhering to rate limits set by Airbnb’s API ensures fair usage and prevents overloading the platform with requests.

Data Security: Safeguarding the scraped data is also crucial. Businesses must secure the data against unauthorized access and maintain data integrity.

Compliance and ethical web scraping safeguard businesses from potential legal issues and foster trust and cooperation within the digital ecosystem, ensuring a responsible and sustainable approach to data collection and utilization.

Case Studies of Travel and Hospitality Businesses

Here are a couple of real-world case studies of travel and hospitality businesses that have benefited from Actowiz Solutions’ expertise in leveraging Airbnb’s pricing data:

Case Study 1: Luxury Hotel Chain Optimization

A prominent luxury hotel chain partnered with Actowiz Solutions to enhance its pricing and revenue management strategies.

Challenges: The hotel chain faced challenges in dynamically adjusting room rates to meet market demand, particularly during major events and peak seasons.

Solutions: Actowiz Solutions developed a custom web scraping tool utilizing Airbnb’s pricing data to provide real-time insights into competitor rates, occupancy levels, and pricing trends. This allowed the hotel chain to adjust its rates dynamically, optimizing revenue without overpricing rooms.

Outcome: Using Airbnb’s pricing data, the hotel chain increased its overall revenue by 15% and improved occupancy rates. They could react swiftly to market changes, ensuring their pricing strategies remained competitive.

Case Study 2: Vacation Rental Property Management

A vacation rental property management company engaged Actowiz Solutions to enhance its property portfolio and pricing strategies.

Challenges: The company needed to identify the most profitable locations for expanding its property portfolio.

Solutions: Actowiz Solutions utilized Airbnb’s pricing data to analyze occupancy, average daily rates, and demand patterns in various geographic regions. This data enabled the property management company to pinpoint underrepresented markets with high-demand potential.

Outcome: The company expanded its property portfolio into these lucrative markets and improved its profitability by 20%. Airbnb’s pricing data became a key asset in their strategic expansion plans, ensuring each property’s success in competitive markets.

These case studies exemplify how Actowiz Solutions’ expertise in leveraging Airbnb’s pricing data has enabled travel and hospitality businesses to make informed decisions, optimize their strategies, and significantly enhance their profitability.

The potential for using Airbnb’s API extends beyond the immediate advantages of real-time pricing data. It opens doors to an array of future possibilities, particularly in predictive analytics, forecasting, and data-driven decision-making:

Predictive Analytics: By analyzing historical pricing data from Airbnb alongside other variables like events, local holidays, and weather conditions, businesses can develop predictive models to anticipate future pricing trends. This empowers them to adjust rates to maximize revenue proactively.

Demand Forecasting: Integrating Airbnb’s pricing data with historical booking patterns and local events enables businesses to forecast demand accurately. This data-driven insight aids in managing inventory and optimizing pricing strategies for different time frames.

Competitive Intelligence: Continuously monitoring competitors’ pricing data with the API allows businesses to stay ahead of the curve and respond swiftly to pricing changes, maintaining a competitive edge.

Personalized Pricing: Utilizing historical guest preferences and market conditions, businesses can personalize pricing for individual guests or market segments, enhancing guest satisfaction and loyalty.

Market Expansion: Airbnb’s API data can help identify untapped markets and prime locations for expansion, ensuring businesses make data-informed decisions as they grow.

Airbnb’s API holds the potential for unlocking advanced analytics, predictive models, and data-driven strategies that go far beyond immediate pricing decisions, enabling businesses to stay agile and competitive in the evolving landscape of the hospitality industry.

Why Choose Actowiz Solutions for Airbnb Hotel Pricing Data Scraping API Services?

Choosing Actowiz Solutions for Airbnb Hotel Pricing Data Scraping API services is a decision rooted in the pursuit of excellence and a commitment to empowering your business with cutting-edge data solutions.

Expertise: Actowiz Solutions boasts a team of seasoned professionals with extensive experience in web scraping, data extraction, and API integration. Our experts understand the intricacies of Airbnb’s platform, ensuring you receive accurate and reliable data.

Custom Solutions: We tailor our services to your needs. Whether you require real-time pricing data, competitive analysis, or forecasting tools, our solutions are designed to fit your objectives precisely.

Data Quality: Data accuracy is our top priority. Our scraping tools are designed to minimize errors and ensure data consistency, providing reliable and high-quality information.

Compliance and Ethics: We prioritize ethical web scraping practices and compliance with all terms of service. Rest assured that your data is obtained responsibly and legally.

Scalability: As your business expands, our solutions scale seamlessly to accommodate growing data volumes and evolving requirements.

Competitive Edge: Our services empower your business with insights that drive informed decision-making, allowing you to stay competitive and profitable in the ever-changing hospitality industry.

Dedicated Support: Actowiz Solutions offers ongoing support, maintenance, and updates to ensure your data scraping solutions remain practical and up-to-date.

Conclusion

Actowiz Solutions offers a transformative solution with its Airbnb Hotel Pricing Data Scraping API services. We empower businesses within the travel and hospitality sector to access real-time pricing data, enabling them to make informed decisions, optimize strategies, and remain competitive in a dynamic market. Our commitment to ethical web scraping practices, data quality, and customization ensures that your business reaps the benefits of accurate and reliable insights. Make the intelligent choice and partner with Actowiz Solutions today to unlock the full potential of your pricing strategies. Contact us now and embark on a data-driven journey to success. Your future in the hospitality industry starts here!

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toescapetherealityoflife · 5 months ago

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Vision board of My new Mafia a/b/o Enhypen fic

Lee Heeseung

I'm not your typical suit-and-tie, Wall Street wolf.

I deal in a different kind of currency, one that's measured in respect, fear, and the unwavering loyalty of the men around me. See, my power isn't just about the money, though believe me, there's plenty of that flowing. It's about control, about being the silent puppeteer pulling strings you can't even see.

I make deals that bypass legalities, settle disputes with a nod or a whisper, and ensure things get done, efficiently and decisively. The city, it's a chessboard, and I know where every single piece is. The legitimate businesses I own? They're just the facade, the polished veneer hiding the intricate network that truly gives me influence. Someone needs a problem solved? They come to me.

Someone tries to cross me? Well, they quickly learn the consequences. My power isn't handed to me; it's carved, earned, and maintained through a delicate balance of calculated risks and carefully nurtured alliances.

It's a world where trust is rare, where every conversation is a potential negotiation, and where the only certainty is the authority I wield. And I wield it with precision

Park Jay

"They call me the 'Fixer,' but that's just a fancy label for a guy who knows how to make problems disappear.

See, the strength I wield isn't in the muscle or the guns, though those are certainly available if needed. My real power lies in understanding. I understand people's fears, their wants, and their deepest vulnerabilities. I can read a room like a book, and predict their next move before they even think it.

And that knowledge? That's leverage. I can weave deals, twist words, and paint pictures that make even the most stubborn bull see things my way. I can make offers they can't refuse, not with threats, but with the promise of something they desperately crave – be it protection, opportunity, or simply the relief of not having a headache anymore.

So, when I sit at the table, it's not just me; it's the weight of all the possibilities I can conjure, all the 'what ifs' they suddenly have to consider. And that, my friend, is a power far more potent than any bullet."

Sim Jake

"They call me 'The Ghost' in the circles I move in, and it's not just a fancy nickname.

I don't break kneecaps; I break firewalls. My power isn't brute force, it's silence and precision. I can slip into any network like a whisper in the wind, extract information that's locked tighter than Fort Knox, and leave no trace but a few rearranged bits of code.

Need to reroute a shipment? I can manipulate the logistics. Want to make someone's money vanish? Bank accounts are as transparent to me as glass. The old guard uses muscle; they send guys with guns.

I’m the new era – I use data, and in this world, data is the most dangerous weapon of all. They might think they’re in control, but really, they're just playing by my rules. I'm the puppet master behind the screen, and nobody ever sees my strings."

Park Sunghoon

"Power isn't about screaming the loudest or brandishing the biggest gun. Those are the tools of a novice, a child playing at being a king. True power is about influence. It's about the whisper that travels further than any shout, the connection that runs deeper than any blood oath.

My power isn't just in the men you see standing here, loyal and ready. It's in the judge who owes me a favour, the cop who'll look the other way, and the banker who knows where to discreetly deposit those 'problematic' funds. It’s in the businesses I control, the news I can shape, and the favours I can call in from all corners of this city.

I don't need to flex my muscles, gentlemen. I simply need to be."They understood then, the true language of power, spoken not in threats, but in the silent, pervasive web I wove around them, and all of this city.

Kim Sunoo

"Sweet Surrender," was his sanctuary, a haven built brick by sweet brick to keep the darkness at bay.

He had tasted the bitter tang of betrayal, the metallic tang of fear, and the hollow echo of violence. He had seen things that haunted his dreams, and felt the weight of choices that still pressed down on him.

Now, surrounded by the comforting aroma of sugar and yeast, he clung fiercely to the simple joy of baking, his hands trembling slightly as he kneaded, not from fear, but from a desperate hope that his past would remain just that – the past. He would never again step foot in that world of shadows, never again trade the sweet scent of life for the acrid stench of death. This bakery, this quiet haven, was his penance, his redemption.

Yang Jungwon

The way I see it, power isn't about brute force or a loud mouth, though those have their place. My power lies in understanding the game, the board, and every player moving across it.

I'm the strategist, the one who sees five moves ahead while everyone else is still reacting to the last. It's not about pulling the trigger; it's about knowing when and who should be pulling it. I orchestrate the chaos, predict the outcomes, and ensure things align in our favour.

My influence isn't seen in blood and broken bones, but in the carefully crafted alliances, the strategically placed whispers, and the flawless execution of plans that seem inevitable in retrospect. That’s the real strength, the quiet kind that shapes the very fabric of this

Nishimura Riki

The whispers follow me, they always have. Some call it a "gift," others a curse, but I simply call it my work.

I'm a whisper in the dark, a shadow that moves unseen. My power isn't brute strength or some flashy parlour trick; it's an acute awareness, a heightened perception. I see the subtle shifts in posture, the flicker of doubt in an eye, the barely perceptible tremor of a hand reaching for a weapon. It's like the world unfolds slower for me, allowing me to anticipate the next move before it even happens.

This, coupled with a lifetime of honing my body into a lethally precise instrument, makes me more than just a man with a gun. I'm a pre-emptive strike, a silent executioner. I don’t need to be faster; I see the openings before they’re even there.

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Chase D Jones, Washington inmate 448159, born 2006, incarceration intake May 2025 at age 19, sentenced to 17.5 years, scheduled release date not published

Vehicular Homicide, Vehicular Assault

In April 2025, a man who was traveling at 112 mph and crashed into a minivan, killing one woman and three kids, and injuring two other kids in the Renton Washington area was sentenced to 210 months in prison — a little over 17 years.

Jones was a high school senior at the time of accident. He was acknowledge with his achievements in the state-wide High School wrestling.

Jones pleaded guilty as charged to four counts of vehicular homicide and two counts of vehicular assault that occurred on March 19, 2024, at the intersection of Southeast 192nd Street and 140th Avenue Southeast in Fairwood Washington..

According to charging documents, the event data recorder in Jones’ vehicle showed that he was traveling over 100 mph during the crash. The Prosecutor in her statements to the court said that Jones was traveling at 112 mph when he crashed into the victims.

When Jones had his opportunity to address the court, he attempted to read his letter, but after about two minutes of trying to begin speaking, he was unable. Jones’ attorney read his letter for him, which began with Jones telling the family of the victims that he was incredibly sorry for their losses. Jones said that he apologized for the unimaginable pain and suffering he caused and acknowledged that he had made poor and selfish choices.

“Truth is, I was addicted to speed, but not because of an adrenaline rush or excitement or any of that. I used speed like a tool to ignore my problems,” Jones said. “I used a pedal to put all my emotions into, which turned out to be the biggest mistake of my life. I never thought I could cause such a tragedy.”

The Judge said the state and Jones’ defense agreed on a sentence recommendation of 210 months, and he would follow it in his sentence.

Charging documents report that Jones’ car T-boned the minivan, which also held the five passengers. According to the police report, the force of the impact from Jones’ car caused Hudson’s minivan to collide with two more vehicles, where one other driver received non-life-threatening injuries. Described as an “incredibly violent collision,” the force of the impact caused the minivan to roll and come to a rest 125 feet south of the intersection.

The impact was so severe it caused approximately three feet of intrusion into the passenger compartment and the fire department had to cut off the roof to extract the occupants.

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CONFIDENTIAL REPORT

DRC, Security Office, Internal Security Division

To: Director [REDACTED]

From: Assistant Director [REDACTED]

Subject: Analysis of Quarterly Surrogate Escape Attempts

Date: [REDACTED]

Prepared for: Director [REDACTED]

Executive Summary

Surrogates attempting to escape from paternity compounds represent a futile but ultimately recurring security concern. While first-tour handlers often express alarm when an escape attempt is in progress, historical data confirms that out of [REDACTED] escape attempts, no surrogate has ever successfully fled beyond a manageable distance. This report examines the average distance surrogates make it before they collapse under their weight, factors contributing to these failed escapes, and the notable case of a surrogate who managed to steal a vehicle—only to discover he was too heavy for it to move.

The findings outlined here show that pursuit is generally unnecessary and that escape attempts often resolve themselves naturally within minutes.

I. Escape Distance Analysis

Security footage from the past [REDACTED] was analyzed to assess the maximum distance surrogates can travel before exhaustion sets in. The following data presents the average escape distances categorized by fetal load and total pregnancy weight.

Surrogate #S111-172-H - Octuplets (8)

Abdominal Circumference: 71 in.

Pre-Pregnancy Weight: 155 lbs

Current Weight: 310-350 lbs

Total Escape Distance: 61 ft

Surrogate #S121-132-L - Dodecuplets (12)

Abdominal Circumference: 84 in.

Pre-Pregnancy Weight: 162 lbs

Current Total Weight: 380-420 lbs

Total Escape Distance: 38 ft

Surrogate #S138-116-O - Quindecuplets (15)

Abdominal Circumference: 91 in.

Pre-Pregnancy Weight: 167 lbs

Current Total Weight: 440-475 lbs

Total Escape Distance: 21 ft

Surrogate #S132-162-Q - Septendecuplets (17)

Abdominal Circumference: 95 in.

Pre-Pregnancy Weight: 183 lbs

Current Total Weight: 480-520 lbs

Total Escape Distance: 9 ft

Surrogate #S127-189-S - Nonodecuplets (19)

Abdominal Circumference: 102 in. (259 cm)

Pre-Pregnancy Weight: 147 lbs

Current Total Weight: 530+ lbs

Total Escape Distance: [REDACTED] (Became Stuck in Doorway)

The data shows no surrogate has ever managed to travel more than [REDACTED] before succumbing to exhaustion, weight burden, or pregnancy-related complications triggered by excessive movement. The most significant factor in these collapses is the overwhelming strain on the cardiovascular and [REDACTED] systems, combined with the rapid depletion of available oxygen due to [REDACTED].

II. Case Studies

Case Study #1

One of the most notable escape attempts occurred at Paternity Compound 117 (Atlanta, GA, FEMA Zone 4), in which Surrogate S312-102-N (14 fetuses, +460 lbs) successfully made it to an unattended van.

Security footage showed the surrogate waddling at maximum speed ([REDACTED] mph) for approximately [REDACTED] feet before reaching an unlocked package delivery vehicle.

The surrogate opened the driver-side door, seated himself inside, and attempted to start the engine.

Due to the weight distribution shift inside the vehicle, the van’s front suspension immediately bottomed out, lifting the rear tires off the ground.

At this point, the vehicle was completely immobilized. The surrogate was then apprehended before further disruption could occur.

Extraction required four staff members and a medical lubricant to free the surrogate from the driver’s seat.

The delivery vehicle suffered damage due to excessive weight and had to be disposed of.

The entire escape attempt lasted a total of 4 minutes and 17 seconds.

"I saw him waddle for the van and just stood there with my arms crossed. What was I supposed to do—run? The guy barely made it ten steps without gasping for air. Then he sat down, and that van dipped like a seesaw. Funniest thing I’ve seen all week." - Security Officer [REDACTED]

Case Study #2

Another memorable escape attempt occurred at Paternity Compound 131 (Medford, OR, FEMA Zone 10), in which Surrogate S131-564-R (Quindecuplets (15), +485 lbs) grossly underestimated his stamina.

Security footage from the delivery ward showed the doctor and nurse leaving to attend to a [REDACTED] matter, leaving the surrogate unsupervised.

The surrogate managed to roll off his bed and waddled [REDACTED] steps.

The surrogate was then seized by a contraction, causing him to collapse onto all fours.

The movement accelerated his delivery as he started crowning.

At this point, the doctor and nurse returned in time to deliver the baby and then restrained the surrogate from further disruptions.

The surrogate continued to labor through eight more births before he was light enough to return to his bed.

The delivery suite required extra cleaning to deal with unplanned [REDACTED] discharge.

The entire escape attempt lasted a total of 1 minute and 37 seconds.

"I stepped out for two minutes, and when I came back, he was down on the floor, halfway through delivery. He thought he was running? Honey, you weren’t escaping—you were just inducing labor the hard way!" - Doctor [REDACTED]

Case Study #3

A final escape attempt occurred at Paternity Compound 127 (Columbus, OH, FEMA Zone 5), in which Surrogate S127-882-R (Quindecuplets (15), +515 lbs) attempted to flee while locked into caloric feeding machines.

Security footage from the feeding ward showed three handlers becoming distracted when one caloric feeding machine sprung a leak, spilling [REDACTED] gallons of nutritional slurry onto the ground.

The surrogate rose from his seat and attempted to waddle to the exit but forgot the feeding tube was still in his mouth.

The aforementioned feeding tube only had 5 feet of tether before it yanked the surrogate backward.

The surrogate lost balance and collapsed onto his back, pinned by his belly.

At this point, the handlers noticed the escape attempt and intervened.

Handlers restrained the surrogate on the ground while increasing the volume of nutritional slurry from the caloric feeding machine.

Within six hours, rapid weight gain rendered him immobile, with futile attempts to stand independently.

The entire escape attempt lasted a total of 57 seconds.

"I should’ve taken the stupid mask off! One second I was moving, the next—BAM—flat on my back, belly sticking straight up like a damn overturned turtle. Then they just left me there, still hooked up to the feeder, stuffing me until I was too fat to even roll over." - Surrogate S127-882-R

III. Key Takeaways & Security Recommendations

No Need for High-Speed Pursuits

All surrogates experienced severe exhaustion within [REDACTED] seconds, making pursuit entirely unnecessary.

Security officers should conserve energy and approach at a casual walking pace.

"Rolling Method" for Surrogate Retrieval

When surrogates collapse on their backs, they become functionally incapacitated.

Rather than attempting direct lifting, security should gently roll them sideways to reposition them before transport.

Discourage Vehicle Access, But Not Too Much

Given the abysmal damage rates amongst vehicle-based escape attempts, staff should lock vehicles when not in use.

Optimize Flooring to Accelerate Fatigue

Security recommends installing padded flooring in escape-prone corridors to accelerate surrogate exhaustion and reduce resistance without direct intervention.

Conclusion

Escape attempts, while frequent, remain an entirely self-defeating endeavor. The average surrogate collapses within seconds to minutes or quickly finds their size impossible to manage independently.

As a result, additional security measures are deemed unnecessary. Instead, compounds should continue allowing surrogates to exhaust themselves, retrieve them when ready, and maintain their focus rather than worrying about "successful" escapes.

This report confirms that surrogates are their worst enemies when it comes to escape and that a policy of minimal intervention will continue to be the most cost-effective approach.

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