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Baromètre de la confiance des Français dans le numérique 2022 : découverte des résultats

Baromètre de la confiance des Français dans le numérique 2022 : découverte des résultats

Depuis plus de 10 ans, l’ACSEL mesure l’état de confiance des Français dans les usages numériques. Une confiance qui grandit avec l’usage… Jusqu’à un certain point !  Découverte des résultats de l’édition 2022. L’Acsel, principale association multisectorielle et transversale de l’économie numérique en France, mesure depuis plus de 10 ans la confiance des Français dans les usages numériques.…

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BİST’ten 5 Hisseye Tedbir, 5 Yatırımcıya Kısıtlama Kararı - Halka Arz

BİST’ten 5 Hisseye Tedbir, 5 Yatırımcıya Kısıtlama Kararı – Halka Arz

Borsa İstanbul’da haftanın son işlem gününde, 19 Aralık Pazartesi gününden geçerli olmak üzere, 5 hisseye tedbir, 5 yatırımcıya ise çeşitli kısıtlamalar geldi. Tedbirlerin uygulanacağı son tarih 18 Ocak 2023 olarak açıklanan yatırımcı kısıtlamasında açıklanan detaylar şöyle oldu; Pamel Yenilenebilir Elektrik Üretim (PAMEL) hisselerinde, Hasan Göçmen isimli yatırımcıya; 1 ay süreyle “Açığa Satış…

[cascaded-shells]

Dystopian / Cyberpunk / Tech Names Themed Names / Mix

Request from @pencrows

Alan

Probabiltiy

Talos

Sanity

Omicron

Neural

Drax

Abbcor

Mackri

Velocity

Bearing

Corrosion

Fio

Control

Theory

Signal

Aileron

Jeckory

Enzyme

Twinge

Zine

Apsis

Alloy

Destry

Paxt

Maya

Grace

Kappa

Creed

Gigo

Yarrow

Allur

Elix / Elex

Agust

Ananova

Enoch

Andrex

Bit

Koios / Coeus

Cluster

Haral

Pascal

Enki

Banister

Metis

Feint

Kian

Horizon

Mikl

Owen

Severn

Tejas

Reno

Penryn

Rift

Revel

Caine

Zydeco

Zezper

Chess

Crisis

Mania

Daniel

Janga

Acsel

Cael

Sachiel

Doomsday

Revelation

Mav

Plague

Mars

Ruin

Namo

Ford

Melee

Poaceae

Vogon

Izra

Crew

Key

Inlet

[34haber]

Şirket haberleri

ACSEL – Şirketin mevcut üretim kapasitesinin yıllık 13.500 tondan 14.700 tona çıkarıldığına ilişkin olarak düzenlenen raporun şirkete gönderildiği açıklandı. ASELS – Şirket tarafından 2022 yılı beklentilerinde revizeye gidilmedi. 2022 Beklentiler Hasılat Artışı (TL Bazında) >%25 FAVÖK Marjı >%22 Yatırım Harcamaları 5 Milyar TL BMSCH – Şirket tarafından Yalova’da 10.000 m²’lik arsanın 22,3…

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Thanks Acsel for the follow!

Thanks Acsel for the follow!

— North Korea (@NorthKoreaFirst) Aug 13, 2022

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[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have The Exotic House of Wax 1997

[cxtratcrrcstriial-blog]

@hawkinsdaughter from x

          ❝ three books on space? ❞ he asked her with an amused chuckle. he wasn’t at all surprised by her answer, but he felt that perhaps he could do better. even if she didn’t know it, he happened to come from space (in a sense)... there had to be something unique he could give her. something she wouldn’t find just anywhere.

          acsel perked up at the sound of a familiar frozen treat. ❝ ice cream? ❞ after learning about the strange dairy snack, it had become a favorite of his. his eyes sparkled with excitement.  ❝ i suppose such a treat would be appropriate for the occasion... ❞ he agreed and offered her his arm, as he had seen done in a few movies (for research), his smile growing.

[axlcrow]

3561

Por: Acsel Reyes García

3561 era el número de habitación del manicomio donde se encontraba el admirado escritor suizo Robert Walser. Autor de obras tan prolíficas como: El Paseo o Jakob von Gunten, Walser fue un personaje extraño y entrañable, un hombre que podría representar en su escritura la belleza y redención de un paseo por ciudades inolvidables como una persona que procuraba su desaparición y que, sabía que la existencia no era más que un accidente que había que concluir de la manera más noble posible. No resulta extraño que el día de su muerte se le encontrará abatido dentro de un hermoso campo de nieve que adornaba la época de navidad.

Admirado por personajes como Franz Kafka y Robert Musil, resulta inevitable recordarlo en una época de engrandecimiento de mentes mentecatas y soberbia intelectual, donde los principales escarnios y apoyos para las nuevas generaciones de jóvenes escritores queda reducida para una élite intelectual aristocrática que recibe becas vitalicias para apoyar al gobierno o simular hacer crítica contra él. Un tema preocupante actualmente es que, hay una separación visible entre la cultura popular y la alta cultura, cuando se fecundan entre sí, incluso sea para destruirse. Argumentar que las bellas obras de arte europeas, la poesía de la época de oro español o la música clásica de Beethoven o Bach, están por encima de los boleros latinoamericanos o de la música ranchera de José Alfredo Jiménez, nos lleva a olvidar que cualquier manifestación artística de cualquier época o índole, inicia de un malestar hacia la realidad, como diría el poeta y escritor portugués Fernando Pessoa: “La literatura, como el arte en general, es la prueba de que la vida no basta.” La reflexión y la crítica hacia el mundo que nos rodea es un mal necesario dentro de un mundo perfectible e incompresible desde su nacimiento, procurar la lectura, incentivar la cultura y formar grupos de personas con afinidades recreativas entre sí, resulta necesario, sin olvidar que son un sinónimo de libertad y nunca un modo de engrandecimiento y exclusión. Usar al arte como un arma beligerante en vez de un medio de individualización, y de intentar sacar lo mejor de cada ser humano, como pretendían los griegos es igual de agresivo y despreciable que un político llenando de espaldarazos a sus semejantes. Lo he sostenido siempre: he visto desgraciados profesar las ideologías más humanas.

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[Buzz Agenda] Les événements E-santé à ne pas manquer : Octobre 2022

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”19465″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center”][vc_column_text]Le numérique santé sera une nouvelle fois au coeur des débats avec de nombreux événements : congrès, conférence, table-ronde, webinars… Panorama des principaux événements à ne pas manquer au cours du mois d’octobre. [/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column…

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[mischief-over-matter]

Binary | Part I

Gravity is an inescapable force, even within the darkest corners of the universe. It's only a matter of time before something collides.

EMERGENCY STARTUP INITIALIZING

BOOTING...

BOOTING...

BOOTING...[SUCCESS]

BIOS Configuration: [SUCCESS]

Loading OS...

CPU Check: [SUCCESS]

API Check: [SUCCESS]

Memory Banks: [OK]

AI Application: [OK]

Internal Software: [OK]

Anatomical Components: [OK]

Finalizing...

EMERGENCY STARTUP COMPLETE

INITIALIZING USER INTERFACE

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For someone in a quite literal life-or-death situation, you were taking the news of your possible demise rather well. Perhaps that doesn't say much for someone in your line of work. Space exploration was a risky business, and coming home was not always guaranteed. Most, if not all who worked for the Federal Alliance of Astronomic Exploration knew that possibility before they signed on the dotted line.

You didn't expect it would be on your first solo mission, though.

In hindsight, your day seemed a little bit too perfect leading up to this mess, and maybe your cynical subconscious was expecting this pivotal point where everything goes south. Regardless, you weren't one to sit by while cursing your misfortune. And overall, it could be even worse. At least the life support was still functioning.

Oh, how you wished there was wood somewhere on the ship.

Standard protocol demands that regardless of the severity of the crisis, the ship's captain - in your case, yourself - was to immediately activate the emergency beacon and contact mission control. Step one was already a fail. According to the diagnostic scans, communications, navigation, and the engines were severely damaged and would take hours or even days for the self-repair bots to make any sort of significant progress. So, channeling in your former academy student self, you skipped right on to Plan B.

"Greetings, Lieutenant."

Or rather, Plan B skipped right on to you.

You nearly jumped out of your chair but managed to only give a startled gasp. Wheeling around, you came face to face with Plan B. For a glorified chunk of metal, it sure did move quietly.

"Are you alright?" said chunk of metal asked with a surprising amount of realism to his...its tone. "I detected a sudden increase in your heart rate. Are you in need of medical attention?"

You stared, temporarily taken aback by its sudden appearance. Sure, you were briefed on the purpose of the Auxiliary Crisis Sensory Emulating Learner, or ACSEL for short, but seeing one activated was an entirely new experience. The almost lifelike expression was truly something to behold, and you really ought to give a shout-out to the techs back home who made this happen. If you made it home...

Which led back to the matter at hand.

"No, I'm okay. You just surprised me, that's all," you sighed. "I didn't receive a notification that you were activated."

The ACSEL unit tilted its head and narrowed its eyes as if contemplating. It really was going to take some time getting used to those mannerisms on an android. "Perhaps there is an error in the ship's software?" It lightly smiled while extending its right hand towards you. "The CS Zenith is equipped with self-diagnostics and repair, yes? If I may, I would like to run an additional test. Permission to proceed, Lieutenant?"

You blinked, finally breaking yourself away from your thoughts to fall back into professionalism. Standing up and squaring your shoulders, you firmly shook his - its hand. To your ever-growing surprise, it was warm and smooth, yet undeniably solid. Almost like silicone.

"Granted," you replied before stepping to the side. It easily slid into the pilot's chair and instantly brought up the ship's readings. Nothing had changed. You watched in silent fascination while the android worked the dashboard as if it had years of experience under its belt. But your curiosity returned, and you found yourself wondering just how long it took to make something as complex as the ACSEL unit. Its designer obviously modeled it off of human anatomy, not too dissimilar to a store mannequin. The white exterior was a stark contrast to the muted colors of the cockpit. Gray lines decorated its body, allowing seamless, free-range movement that added to the realism. Give it a wig, slap some clothes on it, hide the port at the base of its head and you could definitely see someone mistaking the machine for a human. It even imitated a non-robotic masculine timbre almost perfectly.

The most intriguing thing about it though was the eyes. Glowing, electric blue eyes.

"Lieutenant?"

"Yes?"

"While my system processes the damages, would you like to begin personalization?"

You raised a brow. "What for? I had thought you would be outfitted with knowledge about my basic information once you were activated?"

The android flicked a switch on the dashboard, allowing a port to be exposed before inserting its index finger. In any other situation, it would have been comical, but you surmised that this was a part of the machine's processing. "And you would be correct. However, I am referring to myself. One of my functions is personalization to assist with lessening the emotional and psychological impact that an emergency could have. Once I have established that the current environment is stable enough for such, of course," it explained before pausing. "In short, it is to make you feel more comfortable."

"Right..." you trailed off, idly scratching your cheek.

"The process is completely optional if you are satisfied with my default settings," it added gently. " I do not wish to provide you with unnecessary stress."

Chuckling, you waved him - it off dismissively. "It's not that. I just...never mind. How about starting with what I should address you as?"

It gave you a side glance, lips turned upwards once more. "I respond to my model and serial number, A.C.S.E.L. 749710145-121111117-110-103, but due to its length I can be assigned a temporary moniker of your choosing until I undergo a factory reset."

You were sorely tempted to name it something utterly ridiculous. You could almost feel the disapproval from your superior officer at the mere thought of it.

"If it aids you at all, the engineers had named me Blue during my trial period," it offered.

How innovative.

"Blue works," you said at last, much to the android's delight. Could it even feel such a thing? It certainly seemed so as you watch its smile turn into a wide grin and the blue irises rotated in recognition. Nevertheless, you returned the smile albeit hesitantly. "Status update."

"Ah...my systems have confirmed the Zenith has experienced internal engine failure, significant damage to the transmitter and faulty wiring to the navigation. Causes are inconclusive. Hull integrity and life support are operating at 100% efficiency. The estimated time of repair is between 96 and 125 hours."

You relaxed ever-so-slightly. A week wouldn't make much of an impact on your scheduled three-month journey to Alpha Centauri's space outpost. And with the beacon activated, your chances of getting out of here unscathed are highly in your favor. "Noted. Then proceed as needed. I'm going to check on the cargo," you stated.

"No need, Lieutenant," Blue assured while standing. It approached you before clasping its hands behind its back. "I will take that responsibility while you rest. You have been showing signs of minor sleep deprivation in addition to a decrease in your epinephrine levels."

Perplexed, you crossed your arms, suddenly feeling a wave of self-consciousness. "You can gauge my adrenaline? How?"

Maybe you said that a bit too forcefully because Blue actually flinched, as if surprised at your tone. Never in your life did you think you would feel regret for snapping at a machine. You must really be more exhausted than you thought.

"Not through nefarious means, I promise," he - it faltered. "My optic sensors can detect even the subtlest of movements. I...I noticed your body language gradually became more relaxed and your heart rate slowed. My intention was not to cause you distress, Lieutenant. I apologize."

Jesus Christ, you genuinely felt bad now.

"Uh, don't be. I should be apologizing. Getting snippy with you was highly unprofessional," you murmured wearily. Rubbing your left temple, you glanced up to see him observing you with an open stare. Looking closely, you could see his irises whirling. Processing information, perhaps? "Blue?"

It blinked and smiled as if amused. "Apologizing to a machine is unnecessary. I do not feel offended. Though I suppose the gesture is an indication of your good nature, so I thank you."

"You're...welcome?" That's enough weirdness for one day, you thought to yourself. "I will go take my leave then if you don't need me for anything else."

"Not at all, Lieutenant. Please sleep well."

"You too." Biting your tongue, you inwardly cringed at your automatic response. "I mean-"

Blue laughed, apparently unfazed by your slip up. "I shall, thank you."

As you departed from the cockpit, you rubbed the heel of your palm against your right eye. It was the strangest thing; talking to a machine that seemed so human. The FAAE had an abundance of the latest technology, including interactive AI programs. But Blue was the most advanced piece of work you had ever interacted with. It was almost jarring.

The walk back to your quarters was a short one, as the Zenith was one of the smaller cargo ships. Your room lacked any personal items and only housed the bare necessities such as a bed, closet, a small desk, and bathroom. The lights flickered on and the door hissed shut, leaving you to bask in privacy. Eyelids heavy, you decided to shower in the morning. A casual glance at your holopad showed the time back home: 8:47 A.M.

Make that in the evening.

Zipping down your flight suit, you tossed it on the chair before rummaging your closet for a shirt and sweatpants. "Computer. Set an alarm for 4:00 P.M."

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The cockpit was relatively silent, save for the gentle hum of the reactor core only Blue could hear. Most of the overhead lights had been dimmed, indicating that the Lieutenant had gone to sleep. The android remained in the chair, perfectly still for 72.8 seconds before closing its eyes.

"ACSEL Unit reporting to Professor Thorne. Do you copy?"

Static feedback permeated its receptors. It felt its nonexistent brow crease in concentration. A few moments passed until it could faintly hear a reply.

"Proceed," was the garbled response.

"Preparing to upload visual and audio recordings as well as acquired data to the server...now." The surge of data left its system almost instantaneously, even from such a distance.

Thorne gave a pleased hum. "Continue your directive and ensure the subject remains incognizant until your arrival. Understood?" they emphasized.

"Yes, Professor."

The connection abruptly ended and Blue rapidly blinked back into focus.

Only the sight of stars and the vastness of space greeted the android. Tilting its head to the side, Blue zoomed in as much as his optics would allow on a particular star. The celestial body remained as but a speck of light to its viewpoints. These rare moments of free agency were captivating, and although it could merely emulate emotion, Blue's receptors always reacted positively. It struggled to understand why the professor always voiced against it. No matter. Such a variable was not programmed within its systems to be of concern. Even so, it remained enamored by the dangerous amalgamations of hydrogen and helium that roamed the universe.

"아름다운..." Blue whispered, unaware that it had spoken at all.

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