#cutting-edge algorithms

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[reasonsforhope]

Determined to use her skills to fight inequality, South African computer scientist Raesetje Sefala set to work to build algorithms flagging poverty hotspots - developing datasets she hopes will help target aid, new housing, or clinics.

From crop analysis to medical diagnostics, artificial intelligence (AI) is already used in essential tasks worldwide, but Sefala and a growing number of fellow African developers are pioneering it to tackle their continent's particular challenges.

Local knowledge is vital for designing AI-driven solutions that work, Sefala said.

"If you don't have people with diverse experiences doing the research, it's easy to interpret the data in ways that will marginalise others," the 26-year old said from her home in Johannesburg.

Africa is the world's youngest and fastest-growing continent, and tech experts say young, home-grown AI developers have a vital role to play in designing applications to address local problems.

"For Africa to get out of poverty, it will take innovation and this can be revolutionary, because it's Africans doing things for Africa on their own," said Cina Lawson, Togo's minister of digital economy and transformation.

"We need to use cutting-edge solutions to our problems, because you don't solve problems in 2022 using methods of 20 years ago," Lawson told the Thomson Reuters Foundation in a video interview from the West African country.

Digital rights groups warn about AI's use in surveillance and the risk of discrimination, but Sefala said it can also be used to "serve the people behind the data points". ...

'Delivering Health'

As COVID-19 spread around the world in early 2020, government officials in Togo realized urgent action was needed to support informal workers who account for about 80% of the country's workforce, Lawson said.

"If you decide that everybody stays home, it means that this particular person isn't going to eat that day, it's as simple as that," she said.

In 10 days, the government built a mobile payment platform - called Novissi - to distribute cash to the vulnerable.

The government paired up with Innovations for Poverty Action (IPA) think tank and the University of California, Berkeley, to build a poverty map of Togo using satellite imagery.

Using algorithms with the support of GiveDirectly, a nonprofit that uses AI to distribute cash transfers, the recipients earning less than $1.25 per day and living in the poorest districts were identified for a direct cash transfer.

"We texted them saying if you need financial help, please register," Lawson said, adding that beneficiaries' consent and data privacy had been prioritized.

The entire program reached 920,000 beneficiaries in need.

"Machine learning has the advantage of reaching so many people in a very short time and delivering help when people need it most," said Caroline Teti, a Kenya-based GiveDirectly director.

'Zero Representation'

Aiming to boost discussion about AI in Africa, computer scientists Benjamin Rosman and Ulrich Paquet co-founded the Deep Learning Indaba - a week-long gathering that started in South Africa - together with other colleagues in 2017.

"You used to get to the top AI conferences and there was zero representation from Africa, both in terms of papers and people, so we're all about finding cost effective ways to build a community," Paquet said in a video call.

In 2019, 27 smaller Indabas - called IndabaX - were rolled out across the continent, with some events hosting as many as 300 participants.

One of these offshoots was IndabaX Uganda, where founder Bruno Ssekiwere said participants shared information on using AI for social issues such as improving agriculture and treating malaria.

Another outcome from the South African Indaba was Masakhane - an organization that uses open-source, machine learning to translate African languages not typically found in online programs such as Google Translate.

On their site, the founders speak about the South African philosophy of "Ubuntu" - a term generally meaning "humanity" - as part of their organization's values.

"This philosophy calls for collaboration and participation and community," reads their site, a philosophy that Ssekiwere, Paquet, and Rosman said has now become the driving value for AI research in Africa.

Inclusion

Now that Sefala has built a dataset of South Africa's suburbs and townships, she plans to collaborate with domain experts and communities to refine it, deepen inequality research and improve the algorithms.

"Making datasets easily available opens the door for new mechanisms and techniques for policy-making around desegregation, housing, and access to economic opportunity," she said.

African AI leaders say building more complete datasets will also help tackle biases baked into algorithms.

"Imagine rolling out Novissi in Benin, Burkina Faso, Ghana, Ivory Coast ... then the algorithm will be trained with understanding poverty in West Africa," Lawson said.

"If there are ever ways to fight bias in tech, it's by increasing diverse datasets ... we need to contribute more," she said.

But contributing more will require increased funding for African projects and wider access to computer science education and technology in general, Sefala said.

Despite such obstacles, Lawson said "technology will be Africa's savior".

"Let's use what is cutting edge and apply it straight away or as a continent we will never get out of poverty," she said. "It's really as simple as that."

-via Good Good Good, February 16, 2022

[mamayan]

15, 72, 77, 95 with Tengen and fem reader

❤️🫦❤️

Bang! … You’ve been shot!

Tengen Uzui

tw: NSFW • AI/Otome Troupe • Dubcon • Somnophilia • Oral (F!) • Fem! Reader • Overstimulation • Mild Edging • Slight Manipulation

wc: 2061

Your game is glitching.

Your eyes travel across the screen again, then back over to your phone where you check to see that the dialogue is clearly different.

Did you happen to get an Easter Egg version? There was no news of such a release though, and you’d done your research in depth before you’d even received this game.

You sat back on the couch, worrying your bottom lip as you contemplated your next action. You could sell it for a lot. These sort of quirks amongst the gaming community had high value, and this would surely fetch a good deal on auction. You should play it too though, enjoy the characters and the game thoroughly before you make your money back and then some.

The game gives you eight characters to play through, and in classic dating simulation style, they all have unique traits and characteristics. Your first character of choice was going to be a dark haired blue eyed male, his pretty image tempting, but the comedic dialogue of another prompted you to pick a different route.

Tengen Uzui, the muscular male who seemed to point directly through the screen at you with a grin saying “You’d make a flashy sight next to me!”

His route was deeper than you thought, and the game allowed for something entirely unexpected.

You could type out a response.

You were sure the algorithm was based on certain key words, it had to be.

So why did it send chills down your spine when Tengen offered you very specific comfort when you’d jokingly put “Not very good, my boss was very mean to me at work today,” when he’d asked how you were? His response was enough to make you pause and save, needing time to think over exactly what was going on.

“Your company works you too hard, if you were mine, I’d never allow for that non-flashy behavior to happen to you.”

It got stranger and more real as the days passed and you got deeper into the game. Eventually you’d tried to quit his route, but whenever you attempted to play another character, the game would glitch and send you back to the starting screen.

“This is weird…” you felt conflicted, some deeper instinct urging you to sell the game already and just buy a version which didn’t act so… alive.

“I’ll sell it,” you settled, about to remove the game cartridge when it turns on.

Tengen’s character is pointing at the screen, smile the same as the artists designed, but the text is menacing.

“Trying to run from me?”

You unplugged the entire system with the determination to stop whatever deranged prank the game coders were trying to pull with this, but once you cut power to the console, you realize in a daze the game is still on.

“What the…” his character is closer to the screen, more zoomed in on his charming smile and wink, fushia eyes staring straight through you.

Then text appears at the bottom, different than a text box as the banner pops up with a dooming music track.

“How in the hell—,” you don’t get to finish before the world around you goes dark.

—BAD END—

When you wake next, it’s to a strange pressure in your core.

Your head is spinning, bleary eyes staring up at a wooden ceiling as you try to recall when you’d stayed at someone else’s home.

Something noisy was distracting you as a numbness flowed through your body, tingles shooting up your spine. You were warm, almost too much as you awkwardly shifted and found something holding you down from below. It was like a bar around your thighs, as you lifted your foggy head to figure out the mystery.

The scream lodged in your throat, too unnerved and stunned to properly force anything besides a choked sob out.

A very large man was between your thighs, silvery hair loose and falling into sharp fuschia eyes looking directly at you—and a long trail of saliva connecting his tongue to your bare and spread pussy.

His lazy smirk is all too familiar but it was horrifying because it was flesh and blood, real.

Tengen Uzui was living and breathing.

“Awake, little gem?” His rhetorical question leaves you stammering for words, fumbling for an explanation you apparently wouldn’t be getting as he dives back into your messy cunt.

“Hah—!” Now awake to consciously process the pleasure, you realize he was the cause of the earlier numbness and sloppy noises.

Tengen chuckles into your heat, happy to leave you delirious and confused as he swirls his tongue around your puffy clit before sucking harshly, loving the sharp arch of your spine as you jerk in his hold. “Something wrong, gem? You still seem eager to get away, it’s kind of a pain…” He ignores your pathetic attempt to push his head away, easily overpowering you and forcing his tongue straight inside of you, wiggling the thick muscle around your gummy walls. He drinks down your slick while hearing you whine above, thighs shaking in threat of another release. He’d already made you cum once while you’d still been asleep, though he thinks you were much cuter when you were struggling less.

“Pl-please—!” Your whines were morphing into moans and whimpers, hands which were pushing him away were curling into his hair and tugging. His grin is saturated in your arousal as he eats you, tongue massaging and tearing you apart as your muscles lock and you cum.

You felt suffocated, overwhelmed as your body betrayed your mind, everything going blank as your body came apart for him and his aggressive touch.

He drinks you down, cleaning your slick up and nipping softly at your inner thighs as they shake around his head.

You looked adorable, trembling and gasping for air as he allowed you to gently float down from your high. The wide expanse of his palm splays over your lower belly, lightly resting the weight against you as he shifts and lays his upper body over you. You’re blanketed by his body, eyes looking up in a daze as you wonder if this is a dream. It has to be, this isn’t possible is it?

“Tengen…” his name sounds like heaven coming from your lips, his smile growing as he presses his lips against your mouth, slipping into your mouth and giving you a taste of your own release.

When he pulls away, you find how beautiful this man is in person, even without his jewelry and decorations he looks radiant in the dim light.

“Like what you see?” His eyes are sparkling, teasing as he brings his hand up your nude torso, dragging his calloused digits over your soft chest and up to your neck and jaw. “You’re so soft, quite the irony for how hard you tried to get rid of me.” His tone shifts, darkening as his hand increases the pressure on your cheeks and jaw, forcing your mouth open. Your widened and frightened gaze irritates him, his lips turning down as he leans closer, nipping your lower lip as he holds you down.

“You can’t run from me here.” He chuckles humorlessly, trailing his lips down as he releases your face, circling your neck instead as he slips a hand under your ass to lift and slot his hips between your thighs now. You realize now his yukata is open, and he’s nude beneath, his hardened cock resting heavy on your slit.

“Y-you aren’t real—,” it’s like you’re trying to convince yourself it truly is a terrible hallucination, “you’re a character not a p-person, this isn’t real,” his lips smash against yours, rough kiss distracting as he lines himself up with your slick entrance, soft tip threatening as his hips press forward.

You break the kiss in a gasp, eyes opened wide as your nails dig into his shoulders, pressing against him while he laughs for real now.

“Not real? Tell me if this feels real, gem, I’ve got all night to convince you in the flashiest way possible.” His eyes are blazing with passion, wicked gaze searing as he splits you open on his cock.

He didn’t stretch you beforehand, not at all as you grit your teeth and feel each inch fill you slowly. Tengen relishes the way your eyes water, pretty features twisting as he takes you for the first, but not the last, time.

“That’s it, gem. Does my cock feel real?” His hand drifts back down to your belly, pressing down as he bottoms out inside of you. You’re left breathless, gasping as the pressure increases when he applies outside force, your whimper swallowed as his lips cover your own again. The room begins to heat with you, perspiration dotting your brow as he rocks even deeper, pressing his tip up against your womb.

“Did you know? In most cultures, just the act of sex counts as a marital ritual, I can call you my wife like this.” His cocky smirk would be irritating if he wasn’t filling you up until you couldn’t think, head going fuzzy as he slowly adjusts you to his massive length.

His hand shifts even lower, confusion waring with the echoes of pleasure as he lightly brushes the little bead above your slit, your breath catching as your hands fly to his wrist. Tengen is faster, making a tut noise before using his free hand to gather up both your own and pin them above your head, his thrust becoming more forceful as he increases the pace.

“Tell me, gem, tell me how deep I am. You said you wanted to be my little wife didn’t you? I remember quite clearly.” The wet squelching of your cunt as he drives himself into you is nothing short of lewd, your moans hiccup as you struggle against the restraint of his grip.

“I-I didn’t—,” you try to deny it, but a vague recall reminds you did once say so… to the game. It’s ludicrous, all of this, but it’s difficult to formulate a coherent argument with him fucking you like he truly does want to be your husband.

Like he’s going to make you cum again. Tengen’s smile becomes more genuine as you writhe and moan beneath him, hips shaking more as he thrums your clit and times it with each thrust into you, wiring you higher and higher until you’re just on the cusp.

He leans over you, mouth just against your ear, “Say it, gem, who are you?” You don’t understand, mouth open with drool trailing down your pretty cheek as you tremble. “Come on, you know who you are, what are you?” He’s teasing you, slowing down as the seconds tick and panic washes because you’re so close, just right there—

“Please, Tengen,” he hushes you, grin growing wickedly out of your line of sight. “That’s not what I want to hear…” it’s so deep and guttural in your ear, his voice ringing until you're smothered in euphoria.

“Come on, I’ll ask one more time, who are you?” He’s hardly rocking anymore, your body shaking as you babble and beg, trying to decipher his riddle, tears pooling at your lash line as desperation grips you.

You blink the tears away, a few sliding down your face as you give in, lips pursed and pouty.

“Your—I’m your wife…” he groans, his weight becoming heavier on top of you as he picks up his speed again, beginning to pound into you senselessly as pleasure rushes back almost too quickly. All too soon you’re coming, crying his name as you clamp down around his cock and he follows, teeth sinking into the flesh of your shoulder as you shudder.

“Fuck, that’s it gem, soak my cock, my sweet wife.” You gasp, trying to twist away as he continues to rock into you, cock still hard as your sensitive walls protest more stimulation.

“T-Tengen…” you glance down, before looking up as he shifts to hover over you, face less cocky and more soft than before. He looks almost sweet as he smiles down at you.

“We aren’t done, you still have a few more for me, don’t you?” He ignores how you shake your head, denial spilling past your lips before he’s silencing you with another kiss.

“Be good, my gem, I’m not letting you run away.”

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[dateamonster]

so like. think abt a cyberpunk scifi story, and its about ghosts.

except when i say ghosts i dont mean like the way were used to. spirits and spectres, visitors from beyond the grave with unfinished business to resolve and all that. what i mean is, in a future where the corporate control of the internet and subsequent privacy and data sharing/selling issues are even more exasperated, not even death can protect you from exploitation.

with the physical world becoming more and more inhospitable, many people live practically their entire lives online. and after death, their various accounts immediately become forfeit and their digital footprint, everything from social media posts to search history to whatever random bits and bites they leave behind, is compiled into an advanced ai program that uses that information to simulate an entire "person", a ghost made out of data.

these post-mortum simulacrums are then sold off to the highest bidder. if youre lucky, and wealthy, you may be able to win the rights to your loved ones digital remains, to with as you will. but more likely their ghost will be recycled into whatever form is deemed most profitable appropriate, as detailed in the all powerful terms and conditions. dead artists and musicians and creatives of all kinds are fed directly into the Content Generation machine. particularly charismatic or empathetic individuals become chatbots, bringing that "human" touch to automated customer help bots and mental Wellness apps and the like. if you didnt have (or at least document) any particularly notable talent in life however, odds are your ghost will simply become one of the innumerable faceless, mindless dead mining crypto and generating random text sequences like infinite monkeys on infinite typewriters for all eternity. a modern purgatory if there ever was one.

doesnt count as a human rights violation. after all its only a reflection of a reflection, humanity as seen through a pinhole, a thin beam of refracted light. and if this assemblage of random points of data occasionally spasms out some indicator of distress, just give it a new command to keep it focused and on-task, rinse and repeat.

the person is gone. only an echo remains. but it still falls to the corporations to decide how that echo is used.

at one point a certain company collects such a large number of mathematically-minded ghosts that they are able to assemble them into a powerful probability algorithm which generates likely outcomes to nearly any given situation in real time. essentially, a bot that can see the future, and tell it to you in a cheerful synthetic voice. in theory at least. in reality, the early trials of this cutting edge technology come out a little dodgy.

sure, the subjects who interface with the bot report a high level of overall accuracy. those that are still responsive after their trials at least. the problem is, to accurately account for the extremely high number of branching outcomes that are produced by any given action, the subject needs to be communicating with a massive number of these data ghosts at once. the glitches that occur therewithin this complex operation... could be due to a number of factors. user error? hardware limitations? there must be some reason that after a stretch of time, all subjects begin to report phantom voices, whispers, things that a glorified statistics model simply shouldnt have reason to say.

more data may be required.

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Theo and Draco meet with Granger

“Tell me, again, why we need Granger?” Draco was picking through a bowl of trail mix left out in a ceramic dish like an offering. He plucked an almond and a chunk of dark chocolate from the mix before popping them into his mouth.

“Other than the fact that it’s her idea?” Theo frowned over at Draco. He was leaning against the the wall of a quaint little office. It was nondescript and snuggled smack dab in the middle of a busy London street. Draco could feel the muggle repelling charms cast on it as they stepped up to the building, along with about a dozen different wards meant to protect the place.

There was no secretary assisting them. Only a charmed, and voice that greeted and alerted them that Miss. Granger would be out shortly. And to have a seat. Help themselves to a snack.

Draco didn’t take a seat but he did help himself to the offered snack.

“Yeah,” Draco grinned at Theo’s frown, and dug around for another piece of chocolate.

“Because she’s brilliant. I think she might be part droid. She sees things in an algorithm, or something. I haven’t seen her fail to crack a complex curse or ward yet.” He cleared his throat and straightened his coat. “Not to mention, she’d probably hex me into next month if I tried to do this job without her.”

He pushed off of the wall and smoothed his coat over.

“That sounds like the Granger I remember.” Draco scooped up a small handful of nuts and chocolates and raisins.

“Not that I would, mind you. I owe the dear my life.”

“Do you?” Draco was eyeing him, a smile still tugging at the edges of his mouth while he chewed.

“I do.” But he didn’t elaborate. He only straightened his collar and then smoothed his hair.

Theo began to pace the small space, watching the door, waiting for the witch to emerge.

“Does she know we’re coming?” Draco took up the spot Theo had abandoned. He leaned against the wall and tracked his friends movements. “Are you nervous? What’s going on?”

Theo shot a glare over his shoulder as he paced toward the door of her office. He spun on the spot and faced. “She’s taking longer than usual.” He frowned.

“Longer than usual?” Draco leaned his head against the wall and fought the smirk fighting to break free. There was something about people’s discomfort that brought him amusement. And it wasn’t ill intent, no. The amusement came from the way he learned people, the way they differed from him was intriguing.

For Draco didn’t outright express his own concerns most of the time. He preferred to sit back, keep his calm and get all of the information before reacting.

“Yes.” Theo spun on his heels again and paced back toward her office door. “Granger is...”

“Bossy? Judgy?”

Theo ignored his quips and ran his tongue along the inside of his lip, still trying to best select the term he meant to use to describe their old school mate.

“Interesting.” He nodded and turned again, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Oh, Theo!” A woman emerged from the door that was now suddenly open.

Long, wavy brown hair pooled around a face that had, Draco thought begrudgingly, aged like a fine wine. Mature and classic in her beauty. Her skin was the color of sienna. Like she spent her spare time lounging in the sun.

Dressed in a pair of simple, elegant black slacks that hugged her full waist, looked at Theo with fondness before her eyes flicked over and found leaning against the wall. Her bright smile dampened, but she didn’t glare at him. Nor did she lob out the insults he had expected her tongue to lash upon him.

Though, as he watched her dig her teeth into her plump little lip, he assumed it would be preferable to what was happening now.

Preferable to the twitch of his cock as he continued to assess the girl he had once bullied.

She wore a white u-neck tee tucked into her pants that clung, almost obscenely, to the curve of her waist, to the rather ample and round set of -

“Draco,” Theo cut into his thoughts and Draco glanced to find his friend frowning disapprovingly at him. “You remember Granger?”

Remember? Draco snorted. How could he forget?

“Of course.” Draco pushed away from the wall and nodded cordially. “Granger, long time no see.”

She lifted her chin and shook her hair back from her face. “Hello, Malfoy.” She lifted a brow as she took him in. He watched, smiling, as he looked him over. His hair, his perfectly tailored suit, the hand that reached out and grabbed another chunk of dark chocolate.

“I once took a glass figurine of a swan from you study. I supposed it’s time I returned it.” Was all she said as she spun and disappeared into her office.

Draco grinned as he chewed, eyes flashing to Theo.

Theo pursed his lips and shrugged before following the witch inside.

“Care for anything to drink? Water, tea?” Granger asked over her shoulder as she went behind a desk and started to rummage through a very muggle filing system. “Wine?” She didn’t give them a chance to respond. “I went on a walk this morning, as you know I like to do, and ended up in this quaint little neighborhood and found myself browsing their market. I ended up finding a lovely bottle of Elf Wine disguised as a muggle Chardonnay. Also,” she spun, file now in hand, "I don’t have tea.”

Theo nodded and settled into the sofa that occupied a section of her office. A comfortable sofa and a lounger were positioned around a coffee table and a fire place in the corner of the office.

“Wine is perfect, love.”

Draco took the empty spot on the sofa beside Theo.

“Malfoy?” She asked as he took the lounger across from them. A bottle of wine and three glasses cracked into existence, settling onto the coffee table. She distractedly flicked her wand and the bottle began to pour into each glass as she opened up the file and started to read.

“None for me, Granger. Thank you.”

Her eyes flicked up from the file. “Do you drink?”

“Only medicinally.” He smiled at her.

“Are you hungry?” She peered at him.

“Are you offering?” She didn’t respond, only flicked her wrist and a plate of tea sandwiches appeared.

Draco’s eyes lit up as he leaned forward to grab one.

Theo kicked his feet up onto the table with a sense of familiarity that caused Draco to frown at the lack of formal mannerism.

“Okay,” She sighed and began to wave her wand around, making intricate little designs that Draco didn’t understand, but the second she pocketed her wand, he felt it.

Some kind of protective ward on the room that was surely impenetrable.

“Was that necessary?” Theo drawled as he lifted his glass to his lips.

She plucked a glass up for herself and leaned back in the lounger with a nod. “I think so.”

Draco popped the remainder of his sandwich into his mouth and didn’t ask questions. After his initial shock at finding out who the target was and the subsequent involvement of Hermione Granger, Draco had found himself intrigued by the job. The lure of such a complex and impossible job was exciting.

“Why Flamel?” Draco asked Granger.

She swallowed her drink of wine and held the glass out to stare at it for a moment.

“Why not?” She asked him.

“He’s one of the most powerful wizards in the entire world.”

“No he is the most powerful wizard in the world.” She shrugged and sent her glass floating from her hand, to settle onto the table. “Nobody that powerful gets there with a clean slate.”

“Certainly.” He agreed. He felt Theo’s glances. His penetrating glare, but he ignored them as he continued to address Granger. “But why does he deserve it more than others?”

Hermione held up the file in her hand. “I assumed Theo informed you already, but you can read over his file, if you like.”

“His file?” He reached for the folder in her hand, only to have her pull it back. “I cannot give it to you until you agree.” She glanced at Theo, communicating with her eyes to the wizard.

Theo reached out and pushed Draco’s hand down to his lap. “He’s in, Granger. But he doesn’t need to see the file. He just wants to know as much about the bloke and as much about you before he starts to plan.”

Granger glanced at Draco before looking back at Theo. She nodded and tossed the file onto the table between them.

Draco didn’t reach for it.

“I dated Flamel for a couple of months.” She announced as she stretched out on the lounger. She kicked off her flats and crossed her legs at the ankles.

“You did?” This was surprising. “Seems the sort of gossip the Prophet would have gone wild with.”

“It wasn’t anything serious, of course.”

“Of course.” Theo rolled his eyes and Draco didn’t fail to notice the frown Granger sent his way.

“Regardless, we kept it under wraps. But it was during this time that I began to grow suspicious of the wizard. He was always having the oddest, most dangerous looking men visiting. Both wizards and muggles alike.”

She combed her fingers through her hair, smoothing it up into a knot atop her head. “He threw these extravagant parties every weekend. She shrugged. “I didn't always go but the last time I did, an executive secretary to the minister himself asked me a question at one of these parties.”

“What question?” Draco floated another sandwich into his hand.

“If I was part of the menu or if I was ordering takeout.” She frowned. “I didn’t know what it meant at first. But then I started to notice that the rest of the attendants were mostly young men and women that were dressed proactively. A sort of dull, dazed look in their eyes. The rest were all men. Many the ones I saw frequenting his home during the week.”

“He was selling them to these men.” Draco nodded.

She nodded. “I ended things that night and that’s when I began to investigate.”

“Why don’t you just turn him over to the DMLE? Or even the Muggle police?”

She scoffed. “Because, like I said, he’s an incredibly powerful wizard. Do you know how many members of the DMLE and the Muggle law enforcement I saw frequenting his home? Besides, I already ensured that the people supplying the sex slaves was arrested and have managed to rescue most of the victims with Harry. However, it’s only a matter of time before he finds a new supplier.” She shook her head and sat up, swinging her legs off of the lounger. “I want to get him where it hurts the most. If I deplete his funds, if we manage to make him realize that he is nothing without his money, we might be able to stop him.”

“But surely, he has more money stashed away? Offshore accounts?”

Granger gestured to the file. “Nothing at Gringotts, but all of his offshore accounts are currently frozen and tied up in investigations by both the American and British governments.” She grinned at Theo.

“You managed to do that?” He looked at Theo who shrugged.

“This job has long been in the making, Draco. This would button it all up quite nicely.”

“How long have you two been at this?”

Hermione glanced away from Theo and slid her feet back into the flimsy black flats.

“together? About a year?” She stood and stretched, lifting her arms high up into the air. The act pushed her chest out and Draco found himself staring.

“Ahem.” Theo’s elbow jabbed into Draco’s arm.

Draco smiled and lifted a brow at his friend, adding a shrug to accentuate that hey, he was only human.

Theo frowned and stood. “Shall we get to work, then?”

[msfcatlover]

The Public Personas I think each Wayne Kid would get in the Reverse Robins verse

Duke: The easy-going, down-to-earth, reasonable one. Or, perhaps more accurately, the straightman to Bruce’s comedian. Duke’s fond exasperation & surprisingly grown-up attitude as a child made for an excellent counter to Brucie’s bombastic antics, and had plenty of people joking that Duke was the actual parent between the two of them. Seeing the two of them at work is seeing a decade-perfected comedy tag-team in action, and it is a beautiful thing. As Duke grew up, his reputation shifted to being the Chillest Dude (gender neutral) in any given room, and he mastered the sort of subtle, charismatic warmth that makes everyone feel like they’re your best friend. Duke’s one of those celebrities you just want to crack a beer open with and chat about your day, because they seem like they’d be fun to hang out with, y’know? (Which also helps separate him from his hero identities. Duke Thomas? Dress up like a cross between a motorcycle racer & medieval knight in order to speed around downtown, jump off bridges & skyscrapers, and kick the Joker in the face on a biweekly basis? Are you fucking high?)

Damian: Starts out as the acerbic, hotheaded brat. Grows up into Gotham’s favorite Bad Boy With A Heart Of Gold, thanks to both his maintained public attitude & work with helping animals around the world, even after he mostly moves to Bludhaven. (Yes, he rides a motorcycle, wears mostly leather, and has just so many piercings. Most of the piercings are fake, so that they can’t be grabbed in fights; the real ones he almost exclusively wears small studs in. They all come out in preparation for patrol.)

Cassandra: The Ice Queen, so cool & confident that some people genuinely think the family is lying about her selective mutism and it’s just a front so she has an excuse to ignore people. (She is deeply offended by this.) Zero tolerance for bullshit, cutting edge fashionista, single handedly got ASL added as a language course to every school in Gotham, and got plenty of rich jerks to learn if only to know what she was gossiping about with her siblings when they kept glancing over and laughing at everyone else. Universally assumed to be the one who'll take over WE when Bruce retires, despite her complete lack of interest.

Steph: The Wild Child, the only one to follow in Brucie’s footsteps. This was not the persona she wanted but in her society debut gala, something came up and Duke needed a distraction so he could go deal with it. Steph set her shoulders, grabbed a bottle off the snack table behind them, and said, “You got it.” First impressions are everything, and she never could shake that one… not helped by the fact that sometimes, an empty-headed party girl was exactly what they needed to gather information, and Steph had both the reputation to play the part & clout to get wherever she wanted once Bruce fostered her. (After her death, people call it a “downward spiral.” Others counter this with a clip from an interview she gave earlier that year, where Stephanie Brown talked about her hard work in school & the community, and her frustration over her reputation. “Of course it bothers me,” she said, “It bothers me that what I’m wearing matters more than the causes I promote. It bothers me that a few sips of wine outweigh organizing an entire event. It bothers me that flirting with people my own age upsets people more than a fucking shooting in downtown Gotham!” She laughed bitterly. “Is it the hair? Should I dye it? Would that make people take me more seriously?” She turned to look directly into the camera, tears shining in her eyes. “I’m—I’m sixteen. What do you want from me?”)

Tim: Tim starts out as the resident Cool Nerd. He’s friendly, he’s chill, he likes skateboarding & computer games—and also, he GMs on the weekends, he likes to solve math puzzles & write his own algorithms, he knows more about the history of sci-fi than any human has right to. Tim’s the kind of nerd who makes his nerdy hobbies seem cool by association. (Still figuring the rest out, honestly. Since he’s Oracle in this verse, part of me feels like he’d stay out of the public eye more? But another part of me says Tim would make his public persona as loud as possible, so that people think of him beyond his injury. “Bruce Wayne’s Paraplegic Son” is not an identity Tim would ever be okay letting people define him by, I think. I know he does a lot of charity work, and is more open to talking about his challenges than Cass is, in a very “if I tell you upfront, you can’t use it against me (also, maybe someone else needs to hear this)” kinda way. I know he’s still involved in the business world to some degree. I’m just having trouble pinning down how Tim would characterize Timothy Drake-Wayne [post-injury] to the public.)

Jason: Jason is kinda the inverse of Damian, being soft-spoken & seemingly shy until you bring up a cause he cares passionately about. He's very protective of his siblings, and is responsible for about 80% of the "Wayne Kids Spotted! You Won't Believe These Adorable Pictures!" tabloid headlines (Cass & Damian dote on Jason, those candids being one of the only times people get pictures of their "soft sides." Jason also volunteers to help Duke & Tim out a lot, and is often seen trailing after them trying to look professional.) Every woman over 30 in Gotham just wants to pinch his pudgy little cheeks, at least until Jason hits his last growth spurt and comes back from a year abroad looking like an absolute hunk. But still just as humble, just as polite, and just as passionate about helping others. Isn't he just a Big Ol' Marshmallow? (Jason maintains this reputation mainly by biting his tongue & constantly reminding himself if he can't think of anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. After every single interview or public event, you can find him down in the cave, ranting to himself about everything that pissed him off and taking it out on the poor training dummies.)

Dick: Started out very surly & private, but all his siblings defended that the poor boy had gone through so much trauma in under a year (losing his parents, being taken from the family he grew up with, and then losing Bruce just a few months later,) that it was only to be expected. They worked hard to keep him protected from the public eye while he was grieving. When little Richie finally made his public debut, Gotham was delighted to discover an energetic Sunshine Child, who wasn't exactly a great listener & was more than a bit of a showoff, but gosh darn if he wasn't the cutest thing anyone had seen in years. (Dick keeps up the shallow-but-cheerful Sunshine act all the way into his adult life, coming the closest out of any of them to having a true Brucie persona as an adult.)

[cicada-candy]

drops love death and robots propaganda and runs

LD+R is an Netflix anthology, pretty much all the episodes are animated by different people and Sonnies Edge was Literally The Best First Episode Possible Thank You Algorithm

Sonnies Edge is about "Beastie Fights." A gory, sci-fi bloodsport where pilots battle techno-biological creatures to the death. It is. 15 minutes long. so you kinda have to play fast and loose with the canon presented to make any kind of AU but this was basically just an excuse to draw them with UV tattoos and or giant Fucking Things. definitely hits the Pacific Rim centre of my brain

I will rework these by the next time I draw them. I also still need to do Danny, and maybe the others if the brainrot gets me

boring regular lighting under the cut lmao

[psshaw]

The more time I spend on Spotify, the more it pushes me away from the outer edges of the platform and toward the mushy middle. This is where everyone is serviced the same songs simply because that is what’s popular. In 2018, while the app’s algorithmic autoplay feature was on, I was served the Pavement song “Harness Your Hopes", a wordy and melodic—and by all accounts obscure—B-side from the beloved indie band. The song has over 100 million streams, more than twice as much as their actual college rock hit from the ’90s, “Cut Your Hair", the one Pavement song your average Gen X’er might actually recognize. How did this happen? In 2020, Stereogum investigated the mystery but came up empty-handed from a technological perspective, though the answer seems obvious to me: Whereas many Pavement songs are oblique, rangy, and noisy, “Harness Your Hopes” is among the most pleasant and inoffensive songs in the band’s catalog. It is now, in the altered reality of Spotify, the quintessential Pavement song. When frontman Stephen Malkmus was asked about this anomaly, he sounded blithely defeated: “At this point we take what we can get, even in a debased form. Because what’s left?” The whole “Harness Your Hopes” situation is in part a result of what’s called “cumulative advantage.” It’s the idea that if something—a song, a person, an idea—happens to be slightly more popular than something else at just the right point, it will tend to become more popular still. (On the other hand, something that does not catch on will usually recede in popularity, regardless of quality.) This is the metric of how most social recommendation algorithms work—on Facebook, the more “likes” an article has, the better odds a user will read it. But when this is applied to what songs are sent to which people, Spotify can engineer its own market of popularity as well as what song defines a band. Popular songs on Spotify are popular within the app because they are what most people are listening to. So from both a behavioral psychology and business perspective, it makes sense for Spotify to assume that you want to listen to what other people are listening to. The chances of the average listener staying on the app longer are much higher if Spotify curates songs that have had a similar effect on people whose taste matches theirs.

[floralfractals]

2 for the end of the year mathblr ask! <3

2: What's the hardest problem you solved?

I went to a ICPC programming contest preliminary in October, and while I didn't participate myself, I did join with a coach team for shits and giggles. The hardest problem we worked on was called King of the Hill, and it went like this:

You are given an n x n grid, with n < 10000. A function has assigned a value to each point on the grid, in a way such that there are no local maxima. With no more than 10n + 100 queries, find the global maximum of the function.

I won't give out the solution for the people who are interested in trying it out themselves, but here's some pointers under the cut.

Of course, a hill climbing algorithm would work. However, since there are n^2 nodes on the grid and only 10n + 100 guesses available, this will not be efficient enough.

The grids we got were all hand-made by a jury. This means that there were some very complicated edge cases we had to work with, so you can absolutely assume the worst case scenario. That said, you might want to look at a random solution, since there are only finitely many test cases.

[techtimechronicles24]

🇯🇵 Embark on a journey through the captivating history of the Sony Aibo robotic companion! Introduced by Sony in 1999, the Aibo revolutionized the concept of robotics, offering users a glimpse into the future of interactive technology.

🤖 The name "Aibo" is derived from the words "Artificial Intelligence" and "Robot," reflecting its innovative design and advanced capabilities. Developed by Sony's robotics division, the Aibo was the world's first consumer-grade entertainment robot, combining cutting-edge AI with lifelike movements and behaviors.

⚙️ The original Aibo models, such as the ERS-110 and ERS-210, featured autonomous navigation, voice recognition, and even the ability to "learn" from interactions with its owners. Despite its initial success, Sony discontinued the Aibo line in 2006 due to financial challenges.

🌟 In 2017, Sony announced the revival of the Aibo project with the launch of the Aibo ERS-1000. It is equipped with a variety of sensors, including touch sensors, capacitive sensors, and a camera system, allowing it to perceive and interact with its environment in new and exciting ways. This modern incarnation of the Aibo retained the charm and personality of the original while introducing new features such as improved AI algorithms, advanced sensors, and cloud connectivity.

💡 Today, the Sony Aibo continues to captivate audiences worldwide, serving as a testament to the enduring appeal of robotics and AI.

[centrally-unplanned]

I enjoyed this "saying the obvious but well" piece, on why when you do gather a ton of rich people together in a room their conversation seems so droll. Now admittedly part of this is that the Davos set selects for anodyne middle-of-the-road types; the rich aren't drafted to attend for sample bias purposes. So I think there are some pretty rich spicy takes people out there still.

But the overall point is sound, in the world now has legions of highly polished take-making machines trained on social media algorithms that "being rich" is in no way going to let you compete with. And everyone is going to the same wells for their takes. "Back in the day" these wells actually were diverse and difficult to access, you attended parties with journalists and politicos and stuff and learned about what they were thinking 6 months before they publish a big piece that takes the zeitgeist, you could be 'in the know' or have diverse circles talking about different things. Now its all out there, everyone is live-blogging their ideas as they develop them and people who do this full time will synthesize them way faster than you, person with a demanding job, will.

Particularly when you stack on things like domain expertise (yes the finance guys have better, cutting-edge finance opinions, they won't have that in other subjects), of course they fall behind. Which imo is a little bit of a change from the past, a bit of that 'death of the elite' energy.

Also good to note that you can in fact post your way into the hearts of billionaires if you are good enough at it in our glorious modern internet #yudkowskygoals

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 321. brb x oc

a/n: baby boy baby sorry for the shorty :( (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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Tossing crumbs to Mark?

He could do that.

Rooster sat back in his office chair, a plan forming in his mind. Tossing crumbs to Mark sounded like the perfect strategy. He needed to gauge Mark's reactions without revealing the extent of his knowledge. A controlled leak was the best way to test the waters.

His phone buzzed, a message from Beatrice.

Bea (10:00)

Morning, Roos. Any updates on your end?

Rooster grinned, typing a quick reply.

Roos (10:05)

Morning, Gorgeous. Leak is in motion. Waiting for the ripples. How about you?

Bea (10:10)

Just the usual chaos here, making sure the kids are okay. Keep me posted on any developments.

Roos (10:15)

Will do, Gorgeous. If things get too chaotic on your end, just remember—barricade yourself in the pillow fort.

He could almost hear her laughter. As Rooster sent the message, he glanced at the clock, realizing it was time for his scheduled meeting with Mark. The plan to toss crumbs to Mark was about to unfold.

Leaving his office, Rooster headed to the designated meeting room. Mark was already there, looking composed but with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Maybe nervousness?

"Morning Rooster," Mark greeted with a nod.

"Morning, Mark," Rooster replied, taking a seat across from him. He opened his laptop, feigning casualness. "Just going through some routine reports. You know how it is."

Mark raised an eyebrow, "Anything interesting?"

Rooster shrugged, suppressing a smirk. "Routine stuff. Although, I did come across some technical upgrades in our systems. Pretty advanced stuff, even for our squadron. Thought you might know something about it."

Mark's composure faltered for a moment, a subtle flicker in his eyes. "Upgrades? Well, I'm not in charge of tech around here. Maybe it's a surprise from the higher-ups."

Rooster leaned back, maintaining an air of nonchalance. "Could be. But you're usually in the loop about these things, aren't you? Just wanted to make sure I'm not missing any memos."

Mark chuckled, attempting to regain control of the conversation. "No memos on my end. Maybe it's just some experimental thing. You know how it is; they like to keep us on our toes."

Rooster nodded, filing away Mark's response. The crumbs were tossed,but he could add a bit more.

Rooster decided to press a bit further, subtly increasing the pressure. "True, true. But this isn't the usual experimental upgrade. It's more than that. Cutting-edge tracking algorithms, modifications beyond our standard avionics. Seems like someone is taking extra measures."

"Tracking algorithms? I haven't heard anything about that. Are you sure about this, Rooster?"

Rooster maintained his facade of casual curiosity. "Pretty sure. Got it from a reliable source. Just trying to figure out if we're getting some new toys or if there's more to the story."

Mark leaned back, crossing his arms. "Well, if it's not from the higher-ups, then I'm as clueless as you are. Maybe it's a surprise for all of us."

Rooster nodded, the controlled leak doing its job. Mark's attempt to deflect only fueled Rooster's suspicions. "Guess we'll find out eventually. Let me know if you hear anything on your end. Sounds good?"

Mark's forced smile hid a hint of unease. "Sure, Rooster. I'll keep my ears open. Let me know if you uncover anything else."

Rooster nodded, concluding the meeting. As Mark left the room, Rooster allowed himself a small smirk. The crumbs were out, and Mark had taken the bait. Now, it was a waiting game to see how the information would ripple through the squadron.

Rooster then sent a quick update to Beatrice on thee way out.

Roos (11:00)

Leak delivered. Mark's playing the clueless card, but there's a definite twitch in his poker face.

Beatrice's response came almost instantly.

Bea (11:03)

That’s good Roos, will you guys be okay?

Roos (11:05)

We'll be fine, Gorgeous. Mark took the bait. Now, we wait and see how the currents move. You okay? You seem tired.

Bea (11:06)

Do I? Oh…I slept kinda…um…weird.

Roos (11:08)

Weird how?

Bea (11:10)

Just weird dreams, I guess. Nothing to worry about,Roos. Focus on your end. I'll manage here.Okay?

Rooster hesitated but chose not to press further. The controlled leak had been set in motion, and the pieces of the puzzle were slowly falling into place. He could afford to wait for the chaos to subside on Beatrice's side.

Bea (11:11)

Okay,fine,ugh…I talked to Miranda.

Roos (11:12)

Miranda? What happened?

Bea (11:13)

She's been asking questions about you and our relationship. Trying to dig into things. I shut her down, but it's getting complicated, Roos.

Roos (11:15)

Complicated how?

Bea (11:16)

She's not just asking about us. She…questioned if the kids are yours, Roos. 

Rooster's jaw tightened. The controlled leak with Mark suddenly felt like a secondary concern. Miranda's intrusion into their personal lives was unsettling. And boy oh boy was he angry.

Roos (11:18)

Damn it, Bea. I…fuck, are you okay?

Bea (11:20)

I handled it. Warned her to stay away from our family. But that…that’s why…I’m sorry?

Roos (11:22)

Why are you apologizing??

Roos (11:23)

You have nothing to apologize for, baby. Miranda overstepped, and you handled it. Focus on the kids and take care of yourself. I've got this on my end….but fuck I am REALLY pissed off right now.

Bea (11:25)

I know, Roos.

Rooster clenched his fists, the quiet anger that had simmered beneath the surface now bubbling into something more palpable. The protective instinct over Beatrice and their children surged within him, and he had to calm down.

He had to..

Roos (11:27)

Miranda crossed a line. She won't get away with this. 

Bea (11:29)

Roos, please, don't do anything rash. We can't afford more complications. I can handle Miranda. Just focus on your investigation, okay? Please be careful.

Roos (11:30)

I’m sorry gorgeous but I can't stand the thought of someone harassing you like that. But okay, I'll hold back for now. Just keep me updated.

Bea (11:31)

I will. Love you, Roos.

Roos (11:32)

Love you too, Gorgeous.

The exchange left Rooster with a lingering sense of unease,like lead in his stomach. Back in his office, Rooster resumed his investigative work. The controlled leak had set things in motion, and now he needed to gauge the reactions within the squadron. He received a message from McAllister,while rubbing his knuckles as if to try to calm himself down, providing an update on the initial responses.

McAllister (12:00)

Sir, the news about the upgrades is spreading. Some are curious, but Mark seems genuinely surprised. The rumor mill is starting to turn.

Roos (12:05)

Thanks, McAllister. Keep an eye on Mark's interactions and any unusual behavior. We need to know if this leads us to something concrete.

Mac (12:08)

Understood, sir. I'll monitor closely.

The controlled leak had provided valuable insight, but the real challenge lay in navigating the intricate web of information within Mark’s little hidden agenda. Asshole,him and his wife.

He didn’t want to be mad but he was very mad.

The more he thought about it the worse it got.

How dare Miranda accuse- no,he had to breathe. His leg bounced out of nerves and he chewed his lower lip. Bea was alone,miles away from him, in San Diego and he can’t just give a piece of his mind to Miranda.

Rooster took a moment to collect himself. The anger simmered beneath the surface, but he knew he couldn't let it cloud his judgment.But he almost wanted to.

His office door creaked open, and McAllister poked his head in, blinking. "Sir? Can I come in?”

Rooster nodded, signaling McAllister to enter. The young officer stepped in, holding a folder in his hands. "Sir, I've been digging deeper into Mark's recent activities," McAllister began, placing the folder on Rooster's desk. "There's something off about his movements, especially during his last few missions."

Rooster leaned forward, his interest piqued. "What did you find?"

McAllister opened the folder, revealing a series of flight logs and mission reports. "Take a look at these, sir. Mark's flight patterns show deviations from the assigned routes. It's subtle, but consistent. It's as if he's intentionally avoiding certain areas."

Rooster studied the flight logs, the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place. “That could be an indication of unauthorized activities or interactions. We need to cross-reference these deviations with any external factors or contacts."

McAllister nodded. "I've already started cross-referencing with satellite data and communication logs. It will take some time, but we might find patterns or connections that explain these deviations."

“Is this from the mission where we saw the wreckage?”

McAllister nodded. "Yes, sir. The irregularities coincide with the mission where we discovered the wreckage.."

Rooster's jaw tightened. The stakes were getting higher, and the implications of Mark's secretive actions were becoming clearer. "Alright,thank you McAllister. Can you give me everything by the end of the week so I can talk to Vice-Admiral Simpson?"

McAllister saluted. "Yes, sir. I'll compile all the relevant information for a comprehensive report by the end of the week."

"Good work, McAllister. Keep it discreet."

As McAllister left the office, Rooster returned to studying the flight logs. The controlled leak had set the wheels in motion, and now the investigation was narrowing down on Mark's questionable activities. The squadron's stability hung in the balance, and Rooster felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. He sighs,rubbing his eyes with his fingers before propping his forehead on his knuckles.

What the fuck was happening?

Damn he might skip the Lt.Commander promotion and skip to admiral at this rate.

[squishmallow36]

Hello everyone! I'm coming in with a Garwin Day update in 70% more words than strictly necessary. If you haven't seen the official press release poster, here it is for your viewing pleasure.

I stated there that details regarding the T-shirt contest would be released closer to the date, and today I'm making good on that particular promise.

On Thursday, March 28, I encourage everyone interested to submit your t-shirt design to the #garwin day 2024 tag and/or tag @arson-anarchy-death and me in your post. You can make as many as you would like, but please designate only one to be entered into judging.

Whomever submits the t-shirt design that is the most Garwin--the guidelines for which are a black box algorithm that will not be disclosed due to its proprietary nature--will be deemed the Gar-winner and recieve:

Bragging rights for all eternity

A rejection letter from Yale

An art request which I will attempt to fulfill in a reasonable amount of time OR a fic request that can be fulfilled in a thousand words or less

There are a couple of different methods enumerated under the cut, along with certain supplementals if you're like me and not very good at this whole art thing. These will not be judging categories--everyone is in the same boat--but the numbered list is nice to my brain.

Questions, comments, concerns? Please send me an ask! There's a good chance I haven't thought of every single edge case, so let me know if there's anything I can help to clarify.

1. The first option is the classic 'just draw the whole thing'. If you were already planning Garwin art before this announcement, feel free to eliminate two stones with one bird in that artwork; make sure the t-shirt is readable enough for judging purposes. Anything and everything else is fair game. (Both digital and traditional accepted)

2. Option two: DTYIS (Garwin templates provided below). Anything from full DTYIS to a screenshot that is drawn upon (however MS paint-looking that may end up being) falls into this bullet point.

3. If MS paint isn't the style you have in mind and you'd rather not spend the next three days perfecting your font-writing skills, I have the solution for you. I created the above Garwin template with this customink tshirt as a guide. This allows for both easier photoshopping if you would like to paste it onto the Garwin template or the ability to simply submit screenshots of your customink design.

The only method I'm going to discourage is finding a picture of a t-shirt on the internet and submitting that as your contest entry. Feel free to browse the internet for inspiration and even recreate shirts found there, whether it be by your own hands or in customink, just make sure that some of your own work has gone into making your final submission.

[alice130285]

Renowned Entrepreneur Robert Hur Unveils Groundbreaking Innovation at Global Tech Summit

Amidst the bustling halls of the highly anticipated Global Tech Summit, all eyes turned to Robert Hur, a figure synonymous with innovation and entrepreneurial prowess. Anticipation reached a fever pitch as attendees eagerly awaited the unveiling of Hur's latest creation, shrouded in secrecy until this momentous occasion. With whispers of groundbreaking advancements permeating the air, the stage was set for a revelation that promised to reshape industries and redefine the boundaries of technological innovation.

Here you can get some extra money.

Leading up to the event, speculations ran rampant about Robert Hur's latest venture, with industry insiders and tech enthusiasts alike eagerly dissecting every cryptic hint and rumor. Expectations soared as whispers of disruptive technologies and game-changing solutions circulated within the tech community, fueling excitement and anticipation for what was to come.

As the moment of truth arrived, Robert Hur took to the stage, exuding an air of confidence and anticipation. With all eyes fixed upon him, he began to unveil his latest creation – a revolutionary AI-driven platform poised to revolutionize the way businesses approach customer engagement and data analytics. Highlighting its ability to seamlessly integrate cutting-edge machine learning algorithms with intuitive user interfaces, Hur showcased how his innovation would empower organizations to unlock unprecedented insights and drive meaningful interactions with their customers.

Here you can get some extra money.

The crowd erupted into applause as demonstrations illuminated the platform's potential, showcasing its ability to analyze vast troves of data in real-time and deliver actionable insights at a scale previously unimaginable. With each revelation, it became increasingly clear that Robert Hur had once again raised the bar for technological innovation, cementing his reputation as a trailblazer in the industry.

As the event drew to a close, attendees were left buzzing with excitement, eager to delve deeper into the possibilities unlocked by Hur's latest creation. With anticipation building for its impending release, all eyes turned to what the future held for this groundbreaking platform and the transformative impact it promised to deliver across industries worldwide.

In the wake of Robert Hur's electrifying presentation, the tech world finds itself at the precipice of a new era of innovation. With his latest creation poised to reshape industries and redefine the possibilities of what technology can achieve, the stage is set for a future driven by unprecedented insights and transformative experiences. As organizations eagerly await the opportunity to harness the power of this revolutionary platform, one thing remains certain – the legacy of Robert Hur as a visionary entrepreneur and technological pioneer is firmly secured, with the promise of even greater achievements on the horizon.