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[multitechit-blog]

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[marketme2012]

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Data is vital to any business. Data is everything about the business, including how it operates. As market trends continue to change, companies are generating more data.

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Data management in a company is therefore the culmination and integration of many tasks, processes, and procedures. The data management ecosystem includes policies that govern these practices.

A data entry company that manages an organization’s needs for data management, whether it is in part or full, will have to work on a wide range of tasks. The company’s responsibilities can vary depending on the circumstances.

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[tincansamurai]

see a show, take an edible, celebrate having the foresight to request the next day off, listen to flamboyant and cry just a lil bit

[jaybug-jabbers]

Gelatopod - Ice/Fairy

(Vanilla-Caramel Flavor is normal, Mint-Choco is shiny)

Artist - I adopted this wonderful fakemon from xeeble! So I decided to make up a full list of game data, moves, lore, etc. for it. Enjoy! :D

Abilities - Sticky Hold/Ice Body/Weak Armor (Hidden)

Pokedex Entries

Scarlet: Gelatopod leaves behind a sticky trail when it moves. A rich, creamy ice cream can be made from the collected slime.

Violet: At night, it uses the spike on its shell to dig into the ground, anchoring itself into place. Then it withdraws into its shell to sleep in safety.

Stats & Moves

BST - 485

HP - 73

Attack - 56

Defense - 100

Special Attack - 90

Special Defense - 126

Speed - 40

Learnset

Lvl 1: Sweet Scent, Sweet Kiss, Aromatherapy, Disarming Voice

Lvl 4: Defense Curl

Lvl 8: Baby Doll Eyes

Lvl 12: Draining Kiss

Lvl 16: Ice Ball

Lvl 21: Covet

Lvl 24: Icy Wind

Lvl 28: Sticky Web

Lvl 32: Dazzling Gleam

Lvl 36: Snowscape

Lvl 40: Ice Beam

Lvl 44: Misty Terrain

Lvl 48: Moonblast

Lvl 52: Shell Smash

Friendship Level Raised to 160: Love Dart (Signature Move)

Egg Moves

Mirror Coat, Acid Armor, Fake Tears, Aurora Veil

Signature Move - Love Dart

Learned when Gelatopod's friendship level reaches 160 and then the player completes a battle with it

Type - Fairy, Physical, Non-Contact

Damage Power - 20 PP - 10 (max 16) Accuracy - 75%

Secondary Effect - Causes Infatuation in both male and female pokemon. Infatuation ends in 1-4 turns.

Flavor Text - The user fires a dart made of hardened slime at the target. Foes of both the opposite and same gender will become infatuated with the user.

TM Moves

Take Down, Protect, Facade, Endure, Sleep Talk, Rest, Substitute, Giga Impact, Hyper Beam, Helping Hand, Icy Wind, Avalanche, Snowscape, Ice Beam, Blizzard, Charm, Dazzling Gleam, Disarming Voice, Draining Kiss, Misty Terrain, Play Rough, Struggle Bug, U-Turn, Mud Shot, Mud-Slap, Dig, Weather Ball, Bullet Seed, Giga Drain, Power Gem, Tera Blast

Other Game Data

Gender Ratio - 50/50

Catch Rate - 75

Egg Groups - Fairy & Amorphous

Hatch Time - 20 Cycles

Height/Weight - 1'0''/1.3 lbs

Base Experience Yield - 170

Leveling Rate - Medium Fast

EV Yield - 2 (Defense & Special Defense)

Body Shape - Serpentine

Pokedex Color - White

Base Friendship - 70

Game Locations - Glaseado Mountain, plus a 3% chance of encountering Gelatopod when the player buys Ice Cream from any of the Ice Cream stands

Notes

I'm not a competitive player, but I did my best to balance this fakemon fairly and not make it too broken. Feel free to give feedback if you have any thoughts!

I have a huge bias for Bug Pokemon since they're my favorite type, and at first I wanted to make it Bug/Ice, since any intervebrate could be tossed into the 'Bug' typing. But ultimately I decided to keep xeeble's original idea of Ice/Fairy. There's precedent of food-themed pokemon being Fairy type, and Ice/Fairy would be very interesting due to its rarity (only Alolan Ninetails has it). Its type weaknesses are also slightly easier to handle than Bug/Ice imo

The signature move is indeed based on real love darts, I could not resist something that fascinating being made into a Pokemon move, even if the real games may possibly shy away from the idea. (Honestly it could be argued "Love Dart" is based on Cupid's arrow so Gamefreak might actually get away with making a move like this though.) Its effectiveness on both males and females is a nod to snails/slugs being biological hermaphrodites. I can see this move also being learned by Gastrodon and Magcargo in Scarlet/Violet

[snitchcrimsonwrites]

Drawn Together-Chapter 7

Pairing: Tech x Jedi! Reader

Your first official mission with Clone Force 99 doesn't exactly go as planned.

Chapter 8

The hum of hyperspace resonates within the Marauder as you leave the safety of the desert moon far behind. This morning, you and the Batch took down your camp and set the hyperspace intervals for the lengthy journey to Ord Mantell to get intel from Echo’s source. After takeoff, each of you settled into the ship, and right now, that meant Omega was seated cross-legged on the edge of a seat beside Tech and Echo, her small frame nearly overshadowed by the pilot’s chair as she turned an old comlink over in her hands.

“I have my own comm device!?!” Her voice filled with disbelief and excitement. She gazes at it, worried it might vanish if she blinks. Her reaction causing Echo to raise an eyebrow, clearly amused.

Tech doesn’t look up from the console before him, his fingers moving swiftly as he calibrates the ship’s stabilization buffer. “Technically, it was Crosshair’s, but he doesn’t appear to need it,” he clarifies.

Omega’s eyes widen, and before anyone can stop her, she presses the side button on the device. “Echo, what’s your position?” she giggles, trying unsuccessfully to maintain some composure.

The action causes her voice to echo through the comm channels on the Batch’s other devices. Echo pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling, while Tech sighs, a sound of practiced exasperation. “It’s not a toy, Omega,” he scolds.

Still smiling and exceptionally pleased with herself, Omega hops down, muttering something about getting prepped for the mission and skips down the corridor with Echo trailing behind, disappearing past the makeshift quarters. You step aside, greeting them as they pass. Once gone, you enter the cockpit and move quietly to Tech’s side. He mentioned needing to see you after taking off today.

“You’re late. According to your usual rhythm, you meditate twenty-seven minutes earlier,” Tech announces without turning around, sensing your presence with almost Jedi-like accuracy.

“A rare moment of unpredictability. You’ll survive,” you reply with a smirk.

At that, he glances over his shoulder, his lips twitching in what could potentially be interpreted as a smile, at least from Tech's perspective, and moves to the far side of the console to retrieve something.

“I took the liberty of assembling this for you.”

You narrowed your eyes, confused by what he could possibly have for you.

He crosses back to you, holding out a small square electronic device. You take it gently, index finger tapping on the screen. The interface of a worn data pad flickers to life at your touch. “It’s a modified datapad. I’ve applied a few linguistic reference suites, ancient dialect indexes, and some of the Jedi Archives’ salvaged language protocols I could track down. The ones I could decrypt, of course… Mostly.” He stops, waiting to gauge your reaction.

“This is... incredible. You didn’t have to do this.” You look up, meeting his gaze, surprised anyone would take the time to do this for you. For once, Tech doesn’t retreat; he stands there, watching you closely, carefully. Then, after a pause, he moves just behind your shoulder, stepping close enough that you can feel the warmth of his presence. He’s eager to show you more. He leans in, close but not touching, hands nearly brushing.

After a beat, he continues, “I also included custom encryption modules. If you like, I can teach you how to use them. I expected you’d like to protect your entries.” He hovers a hand above the interface, waiting for permission. “May I?”

You nod wordlessly and hand the datapad back to him. He steps in, the minimal distance between you nearly vanishing. He adjusts his goggles before his hands move across the screen with fluid precision, fully engaged in outlining the encryption tiers for you. Tech’s voice takes on a more animated tone as he continues.

“The core is based on a modular code I've been working on. The reference suite indexes evolve based on usage trends, so the more you work with it, the more intuitive it becomes. It’s… well, not exactly self-aware, but perceptive. I’m hoping the pattern recognition will become tied to your preferences. For example, you favor Tal’reesh glyph structures, so I front-loaded their contextual cues based on what you showed me.”

You glance up at him again, only half following now, but entirely absorbed in how he speaks. His brow is furrowed in concentration, his voice steady but tinged with excitement. He doesn’t notice how close he’s gotten, or if he does, he doesn’t mind.

“And here,” he continues, shifting the screen slightly so you can see better, “I replicated a few of the older archive filters. Cross-referencing is simplified. It’ll keep rare symbols logged for faster comparison. Oh, and I routed the power through a more efficient capacitor so you won’t need to recharge it for a while.”

You’re not sure when he stopped speaking purely to inform and started talking with pride, but it's clear this wasn’t thrown together; it was built, piece by piece, with thought and care. He pauses mid-sentence when he hears the subtle shift in your breath. You’re staring at him now, not the datapad.

“Why did you do all this?” you ask quietly, voice tinged with wonder.

Tech blinks, thrown. His fingers stop moving. His eyes lifted to meet yours. “I… it seemed obvious,” he says, brow furrowing again in confusion. “You enjoy this kind of work. You’re good at it. I saw an opportunity to facilitate your process more efficiently. Naturally, I would help.”

He sounds genuinely perplexed that you’d even need to ask. You laugh, but it’s soft and disbelieving. “No one’s ever... done something like this for me before.”

Tech tilts his head, “Something like what?” Still not comprehending.

“This,” you say, gesturing vaguely at the device, at him, at all of it.

Tech is quiet momentarily, goggles catching the light as his brow lowers again, “You make it sound… unusual.”

“It is,” you reply, too quickly. “People don’t usually notice what I need unless I ask. And even then… not always. But you just did it. You saw me.”

Tech seems to process that slowly; then, very softly, he says, “I see you all the time.”

That freezes you more than anything else. Your breath catches.

“I don’t mean—” he stammers slightly, as if realizing the weight of his own words. “I only meant… you’re not difficult to see. When someone is worth paying attention to, noticing becomes second-nature.”

You meet his gaze. “Thank you, that means a lot to me." Tech exhales, relaxing his shoulders as if your words touched a part of him he didn't recognize was tense.

—----------------------

A few hours later, the Marauder cuts through a thick urban smog, its dark form disappearing beneath the scattered skyline of Ord Mantell City. The ship’s engines cut, descending steadily before the hull touches the launchpad with a soft thud. As the cargo ramp hisses open, the familiar clanking of boots on metal fills the air as the Batch steps out, weapons secured but still vigilant, their eyes scanning the environment, always ready. You trail behind them, your blaster holstered at your hip, replacing the lightsaber safely tucked away in your pack. You tightly pull your short cloak around your shoulders, hoping it will offer some measure of anonymity, though you know blending in here will be a challenge.

The streets of Ord Mantell City twist into a labyrinth of narrow alleys, bustling with vendors selling everything from refurbished droid components to sizzling street food. The air is dense with the odors of exhaust, grease, and the constant buzz of urban life, reminding you of some fo the seedier areas of Coruscant. As you walk the throngs of outcasts, a mix of aliens, outlaws, and scavengers, scarcely notice the clones. A few nod or mutter at them, but most focus on their own affairs. You momentarily unwind, merging into the chaotic yet familiar environment.

Echo leads the group through narrow streets and shadowy alleys. He suddenly halts, lifting a hand to signal the others. “This way,” he whispers, gesturing toward a hidden cantina nestled between two dilapidated buildings.

Tech looks up at the dingy structure, scanning it critically. “Charming,” he remarks dryly, his voice thick with skepticism.

Inside the cantina, dim light flickers over patrons hunched over their drinks at scattered tables. The air smells of stale alcohol, mingling with the sharp, pungent scent of cheap smokes. Behind the bar counter, a green Trandoshan bartender wipes down a mug, her yellow eyes flicking over the newcomers with an air of disinterest.

Hunter leans toward Echo, his voice low so as not to alert the patrons.“Which one of them is Cid?”

“I couldn’t tell ya,” he adds with a shrug, glancing at Tech. “I’ve only heard about Cid—never actually met ‘em.”

Tech’s expression darkens, his eyes narrowing behind his goggles. “You’re just now sharing that?”

“You didn’t ask,” Echo replies, voice dry.

“Considering this was our only plan,” Tech mutters, “I find the timing… inefficient.”

Hunter steps forward, his tone calm but firm as he approaches the bar. “We’re looking for Cid. You know him?”

The Trandoshan bartender looks up from her work, her yellow eyes narrowing as she appraises Hunter. She gives a low, dismissive hiss. “Doesn’t ring a bell. You’re in the wrong place. So, unless you’re prepared to spend some credits, scram,” she snaps, jerking her head toward the door. “I don't run a tourist lounge.”

Hunter steps back, exchanging a look with the squad. This wasn’t going to be as easy as they thought. The team huddles near the door, silently discussing their next move, while you remain still, your eyes flicking between the Trandoshan and the clones. There’s something about her demeanor that sets you on edge.

As the clones deliberate, you spot Omega, her small form moving toward the bartender with a determined step. You fall into step behind Omega, your senses alert. You don’t trust that bartender’s reaction, and with Omega moving closer, you’re determined to keep a close watch. If trouble brews, you’ll be there, and as you do, the Batch’s conversation fades into the background.

“Great plan, Echo.”

Echo sighs, “I’m certain this is Cid’s place. The Jedi came here during the war.”

“Well, perhaps Cid heard about what happened to the Jedi and decided to leave.”

“What’s your deal, tiny? You and your friend need something?”

The Trandoshan’s tone is sharper now, though there’s a strange hint of amusement as her gaze flicks between you and Omega. “You’re Cid,” Omega states, no hesitation in her words.

Cid’s yellow eyes glint with surprise, but she doesn’t flinch. “You two are sharper than your friends over there.” She gestures toward the back of the cantina with a flick of her head. “Alright, come on. Follow me.”

“I found Cid,” Omega announces the news over her communication device, causing you to laugh out loud. She’s more perceptive than her brothers give her credit for.

The clones exchange surprised glances but fall into line, heading into the back of the cantina, where Cid ushers them into a dimly lit private room. It’s small and cramped and smells faintly of must and smoke permeating from the main room. As they all settle in, Hunter wastes no time detailing the reason for their visit.

“We encountered another woman on Pantora. Do you know who she is?” Showing off the visuals they had.

Cid scoffs, crossing her arms as she leans against a wall. “No, but I know a bounty hunter when I see one.”

Hunter’s brow furrows. “Can you find out who hired her?”

Cid’s yellow eyes flick over the room, her lips curling into a slight smirk. “That depends on what you boys do for me.”

The clones exchange uncertain looks, but Hunter remains steady, his gaze unwavering. “What kind of job?”

“Aw, look at those faces. You boys really are new to this mercenary thing.”

“Mercenary?”

“Not too quick, are you?” The room goes quiet for a beat, the tension simmering. She then jerks a thumb toward you and Omega. “I’m guessing these two are the brains of your little operation.”

“There’s a nice bounty on a kid named Muchi. Zygerrian slavers snatched ‘em up last week. They’re holed up on the far side of the planet, running a camp out of some ruined settlement. You bring me the kid, and I’ll get you your intel.”

—---------------------

The sky above Ord Mantell radiates shades of orange and grey as the sun dips behind the rugged cliffs, stretching long shadows across the landscape. Hunter guides the team toward the weathered remains of an old transport nearby, providing much-needed cover in the empty landscape. Ahead lies the fortified slaver camp, its outline illuminated by the flickering lights of sentries patrolling the edge.

Hunter signals the group to stop and crouches, scanning the area. Tech joins him, adjusting his electrobinoculars. “I have a visual,” he says quietly. “One child inside. I count two dozen sentries, scattered. Multiple entry points, but minor fortifications—nothing we can’t handle.”

“Simple smash and grab, like that time on Kuat.” Wrecker grins slightly at the memory of that mission, but the grin quickly fades as the seriousness of this one takes over.

“Echo, you’ve got eyes in the sky. Keep watch for any movement,” Hunter orders, his voice steady. Echo gives a sharp nod with his scomp hand and begins scaling the nearby ruins.

"Wrecker," Hunter continues, voice gruff, "draw the Zygerrian forces out. Tech, y/n, and I will grab the kid."

You position yourself a bit away from the group, gazing at the landscape ahead. Your instincts are heightened, attuned to the faint changes in the atmosphere, as you reach for your hip and draw your weapon in readiness, as your fingers close around the trigger of the DC-17 you borrowed, you long for your lightsaber instead.

Echo’s voice buzzes over the comms, “Two speeders circling the perimeter. The south side looks weakest, but patrols are tight. Movement east. Possible reinforcements.”

Without warning, the ground trembles with a low rumble, and a colossal serpentine beast emerges from overhead, hissing menacingly as it lunges, snapping its jaws at the group. Already primed, you react first, firing shots at the beast, only a handful of which connect, angering the creature further.

The remaining clones spring into action, weapons readied, but before they can shoot, the trap activates. A net of crackling electric wires falls from above, ensnaring the group in its potent charge. You and the clones are thrown to the ground as the electromagnetic restraints clamp shut around your wrists, binding them in place.

As the guards clamp down the restraints, you feel their stares. You suddenly realize why they’re staring, and not because they’ve learned your secret. They’re looking at you like a prized possession, with your features catching their attention in a way that makes your skin crawl.

“Look at her,” one of the Zygerrian guards sneers, placing a hand under your chin and lifting it to get a better look at your face as you pull away, uncomfortable with the contact. “Pretty one, isn’t she? Think of what we could get for her... separate from the boys.”

The remaining guards exchange glances, evaluating you and your companions. A chill runs down your spine at the thought, causing you to ponder how these guards would respond to a boulder hurled between them. However, you hold back, recognizing that it's not the right moment to reveal your identity, still feeling unsettled from the electric shock of those nets.

Despite being restrained and largely immobilized, the rest of the Batch reacts instantly to the comment. Echo steps closer protectively; Hunter clenches his jaw; and Tech has a look that could burn through them if set ablaze.

Wrecker thunders, “You touch her, and you’ll regret it!” as he struggles against the restraints, his muscles bulging as he fights to break free. For a moment, it seems he might overpower the chains, but a guard quickly steps forward, striking him with another shock. His body spasms, yet he grits his teeth, suppressing a pained response.

The Batch surrounds him, forming a protective barrier, causing the guard to retreat, wary of confronting four more unruly captives. You move in to assess Wrecker to ensure the attack didn’t inflict any harm, while Echo edges closer to Tech, speaking in a hushed but urgent tone.

"You got any plans, Tech? Because I’m not seeing a way out just yet."

Wrecker shifts uncomfortably, shaking off the shock and once more testing the strength of the restraints. "I say we let our little Jedi friend loose. Some Force action could do us a lotta good right about now."

Tech shot Wrecker a piercing look. "Absolutely not. Showcasing Force abilities would merely attract more attention, worsening this situation. It would put both us and her at risk."

"Even if I wanted to, that electric charge back there did something... off..." You sigh softly, lifting your bound hands and slowly flexing your fingers. There was a noticeable, slight, unnatural delay in the motion. You grimaced slightly, eyes narrowing as you watched your hand sluggishly respond.

Hunter paced briefly, glancing at the terrain as if it might offer escape. *"Then we need to reach Omega. If she’s still free, she’s our best shot at turning this around."

Tech raised a brow and tilted his head toward the canyon ledge above. "That won't be necessary."

A slim silhouette appeared on the ridge above. Omega to the rescue.

—-------

The silence on board the ship offered a soothing counterpoint to the chaos you had just escaped. Sitting near the cockpit with your hand in a cooling brace that Tech insisted on, you kept your eyes on the stars darting by the viewport.

Omega smiled but didn’t respond immediately. She continued to watch you.

"You okay?" she finally asked, her voice quieter than before.

You hesitated, your fingers twitching involuntarily once more. "I will be." Looking up at the others, you noticed Echo tuning his prosthetics, Tech continuing his analysis of the post-mission data, and Hunter silently leaning against the bulkhead with crossed arms and a soft gaze, taking it all in.

Back on Ord Mantell, you settled up with Cid and had a choice to make, but for now, that could wait. The squad was recovering after a successful mission. They had earned a few hours of peace.

Wrecker was in the midst of a booming reenactment, gesturing wildly with a half-empty drink sloshing dangerously close to the edge. Hunter and Omega sat across from him, listening intently as she leaned forward over a plate of fried root crisps, giggling softly while Hunter took a sip of something that appeared stronger than it probably was. Tech was perched on the booth’s edge, a datapad glowing in one hand, the other flicking through screen after screen of readouts from the mission.

You stood at the bar, sipping electrolyte water to ease fatigue. Thanks to Tech, you moved more easily now, but a stiffness in your shoulders betrayed the aftereffects of the charge trap. Your gaze shifts to Echo, posted near the cantina entrance, his hand tapping rhythmically on his leg. You meet his eyes and cross to him.

"Hey. Echo. Got a minute?" Tilting your head to a more secluded part of the bar.

"Yeah." He fell in beside you as you moved to the quieter alcove.

You folded your arms over your chest, eyes downcast as you spoke, your voice soft but heavy with thought. "Back on that outpost… I hesitated. Slower reflexes, maybe. Either way, I felt like I was partly responsible for us getting caught in those restraints."

Echo’s gaze fixed on you, his eyes scanning your face with the unwavering attention of a soldier. He shook his head slowly, as if weighing his words carefully. "You took a live current head-on and kept moving. That’s not failure. That’s fortitude."

You let out a breath, not fully convinced, but you didn’t argue. "Maybe. Still… I was thinking. Maybe you could help me with some advanced blaster drills. And…" You paused, tapping your chin, clearly mulling over an idea that had been with you for a while. "I’ve been wondering if a midrange rifle might suit me better. Something with more weight, something that packs more of a punch than a standard sidearm."

Echo’s brow twitched upward, interest clearly piqued. "You’re thinking D-16 class? Or more like a reconfigured Valken with a modular stock?"

“I’m not really sure. I need precision without giving up mobility. And something with a kick might help me stay focused. Stay grounded." You didn’t say “so I don’t freeze again,” but the implication lingered between the lines.

Echo studied you for a moment, his gaze steady, before he offered his thoughts. The two of you continued speaking in low tones, discussing modifications, recoil stabilizers, and ways to adjust scopes for quick, instinctive target acquisition.

Across the room, Tech's eyes flicked up from his datapad, his attention immediately snapping to the conversation. He didn’t turn his head, but the slight twitch of his goggles revealed that he was listening. His brow arched in quiet intrigue as he tapped a quick note into his datapad.

Y/n loadout upgrade. Hybrid staff. Combining kinetic and energy-based systems for offensive and defensive capabilities. Energy dampers? Soften blaster fire in high-stress situations. Consider custom tuning for force sensitivity. Ergonomic adjustments based on conductivity. Start prototyping tonight.

He muttered to himself, wholly absorbed in the task, already envisioning the work ahead.

[mathysphere]

Early data processing is looking good!

Most of the work today has been cleaning up the data set-- mostly reviewing all the error logs* and taking out all the misfiled listings (mostly hand embroidery, some beading patterns), but also taking out all the listings that only got rated three times or fewer.

I may go further and take out the 4-time ones, too-- rn I'm manually checking a bunch of listings to figure out where to place the cutoff for 'AI' vs 'Not AI' (50% of people think it's AI? 60%? 75%?), and for all of the values that I'm checking the 4-time listings are noticeably dragging the accuracy down.

I guess I could also do another, smaller round of data gathering with just those entries to try and get better accuracy-- let me see about setting that up.

*to whoever flagged some harry potter pattern as "fucked up / offensive", I adore you. thank you so much for helping with my project, and I hope you like the blog

[dailyanarchistposts]

Class is an outdated attempt at socio-economically categorizing humans within the industrial society.

Marxists, especially the former Marxists, as well as all the Left tendencies inspired by Marxism, have relied on the same-old tripartite categorization of society dating back to Aristotle, now divided into three big classes. Contemporary sociologists of the Marxist schools of sociology will be using the stats of median income to show how they’re right about it; where indeed the «middle-class» exists and it’s been going down toward poverty levels in the last few decades, where the upper group of ultra-rich just kept getting wealthier and more powerful. All of it is true, yet only within a tiny, limited aspect of the mastodon. It shows us where most people are situated in terms of income, yet not saying much about all these people located elsewhere up or down the curve. That these people aren’t actually part of any unified class, within the tripartite model of “middle/proletarian”, “poor/lumpen”, or “rich”. In reality — or I mean closer to what could be the social reality — a median in statistics only best represents where a bell curve is located within a spectrum of linear-organized data.

Having lived through years of being on the workplace, in the streets, outside of academia, will reveal that the “world” is a much more complex and especially fluid, dynamic place; not made of categories and classes, but people. Especially groupings of people, constantly organizing and plotting for power. Either to gain more or maintain their “acquired rights”.

This narrow marxist interpretation also serves another purpose than showing the social inequalities capitalism creates. It is useful for hiding or overlooking the privilege-building or consolidation of these same groups of Left-oriented middle-class intelligentsia, or petty bourgeoisie commonly found backing Center-Left parties, NGOs, trade unions or more pervasively running a vast portion of the nonprofit sector, especially the sector more politically vocal about issues of social justice. They are struggling for their own elevation through the social ladder, in conflict with who they perceive – with a level of accuracy – as those limiting their access to higher positions of power.

Same goes for the «rich». As if you’d ask me, for instance, who is the richest person/family on the planet, that’s a question no one can definitely answer. Also an equally complex question : who are the « rich »? Not only wealth is a more complex notion than just net worth, but the super-wealthy do not only deal in monetary values... they’re also using other kinds of more «hard» assets and currencies like resources, precious metals, and now big data. The super-wealthy also tend to be super-connected people. Their wealth would not be very meaningful if this wasn’t a factor of power within social networks.

The question of their might makes it even more complicated when you look at their political schemes and networks. And even among this super-rich crowd, there are factions, milieus, gangs playing Monopoly with the world’s con-o-mies. Ever since Trump went into politics, for instance, this became clear there wasn’t only one power gang in the US, that the most repulsive of these, the White supremacist Christian ultra-conservatives, was engaged in an unprecedented battle against the neoliberal establishment, the dominant gang of the last few decades. This is even true in a totalitarian rule like China, who has different factions fighting within the Party, down to occasional vendettas, in order to consolidate power. Everywhere across capitalist societies there are smaller rich of the upper middle-class, all the way up to the mega-billionaires, with differing stakes in the industry, or gradients of political entry – and positions, from the progressive Left the Rothschild family and Soros to the ultra-conservative Far Right like Murdoch and the Koch.

Hence categorizing the “rich” is always more complicated than it seems. But to me, the ultra-rich aren’t as important as they used to be as social antagonists. I know they are doing terrible things, engaged in running awful schemes that keep billions of people into misery. And they are, in all appearance, holding the reins over governments, the media, NGOs you may work for, and most businesses you might work for.

However you might notice that your local progressive resources center for the homeless is managed by rather middle-class people. This is adequate, as here we are dealing with a charity service, notoriously structured by this same-old Christian binary relationship between haves mores and lesses, or between the higher-educated and the low-educated. The moment you’ll see a homeless resource center run by the homeless, well, that’ll no longer be charity, but rather autonomy. Yet social relations keep being structured into hierarchies between castes of different levels of privilege.

Society, being itself a wide-open pyramid scheme, is thus filled with a myriad of people involved in more or less filthy games that deprive others from having the same quality of life they enjoy. When it’s not about White nuclear families raveling in their comfy private bubbles on the countryside it’ll be urban hipsters keeping nice apartments for their artsy gangs of friends. You might even notice a level of disparities — and consolidation of privilege — within the milieus of the homeless, and the prisoners. But as usual, there’s a share of good economic motives behind all this privilege-building. In big cities targeted by intense gentrification, renters are better be organizing with friends, or building networks of friends, in order to share the rents between people they know so the rents remain as low as possible. That also gives the more radical-minded the possibility for conducting rent strikes on more large scales or do other kinds of anti-eviction or anti-hike campaigns that got more effects than just isolated renters filing formal complaints. Worker coops are a way for them to avoid « falling » in the streets by having decent self-managed jobs that may also contributed to accumulating social capital. As usual, collective organizing is a powerful flagship for gaining more power.

But then again, when more power is gained, what is done with it? When peer groups create their housing and workers’ coops, or even collectively-run squats wherever they still exist, what is the place left in their world, at the end of the day, to all the lesser-empowered outsiders? To those often ending up being — yet again — at the receiving ends of privilege-building social machinations. Being “socially-awkward”, being misfits or too “triggering” makes these seemingly more horizontal, democratic, collectivist schemes as yet again exclusive to those disabled, handicapped, aged, gendered, or just not enough socially-skilled for inclusion. Because, like in the rest of society, these projects are produced through in/out-crowd dynamics, generating social exclusion as byproduct. One way or another, it goes down to be facing locked doors, walls, fences, more sleeping on the sidewalks or at best navigating through precarious rents with deranged roommates… so therefore the social hierarchy of prisons is being maintained. Of course this has to do with landlords and « bosses » owning your life by the balls (e.g. a class relationship), but how do people also not reinforce this through caste dynamics? So even when these schemes are considered to be helpful or charitable, the separation they induce — here’s a place where these late Marxists known as the Situationists got it right) is still by essence, and functionally, alienating. However there is little doubt of the good that some of these people do, despite the alienating structures they’re working in.

How does a caste system works?

Essentially, with the reproduction of identitarian cults, clans or families, and more importantly their related cultures, that allows them to relate to each other. Culture — including cultural representations — is the tie that binds them; as cultures are being used as a means to reinforce the caste’s status quo, redefine its morals, and set the boundaries for inclusion/exclusion as well as serving other control imperatives. These aren’t patterns we observe through big social categories such as classes, that only defined by their mutual economic productive activity. The caste reproduces its own systems of representations and relations, beyond its mere socio-economic activity. The former actuates the other, and provides a kind of appeal, by hype, notoriety, prestige, edge, luxury or any other sort of added social value to it. A sense of privilege, without really providing with meaning.

I’ll be elaborating more on this in an upcoming text on countercultures and normalization, but in the Western rich urban hellholes we could have witnessed over the past years a movement from parts of the punk subcultures toward hipster, more streamlined upper castes of artsy citizenry. Mainstream fashion of the trendy urban lifestyles was reinvigorated by what used to be signifiers of marginal milieus... tattoos, piercings, punky black clothing and asymetric hairstyles, even dog-herding (that for some has been replaced with having children), are all now predictable, unsurprising elements of the urban environment, found in just about any of the world’s metropolis, even outside the Western world.

This has been a way to be part of the “in crowd”, to be accepted not not only into squats, but private rented spaces, get decent jobs at trendy hot spots, and more importantly, get relationships aplenty. That’ll be controversial to say about the same of the normalization of the “LGBTQ+” as social identities, that have played the same socio-economic roles and with the same ends, even tho by themselves they represent a fourre-tout of different minority gender identities and sexual preferences rallied together as one big category, for everyone under its banner to relate to regardless of its meaning for every one’s sensibility.

The idea is not to be criticizing any of these subcultures or their values, or even to be blaming urban trends for normalizing them, but to look into how caste dynamics are functioning, thanks in great parts to the use of cultural signifiers and their related politics. Also to realize how the individual, or the person as themself, is being kept silent and invisible by these caste politics, despite all the social media celebs, who’re really not standing for — and by — themselves but literally posing on a stage through a set of prefab representations. How if you aren’t identifying as one of the recognized identities, just choosing to identify as a “yourself”, or a “person”; this becomes a void for the social management of privilege and oppression. There are no non-gender pronouns for persons, only for lifeless objects, or groups to some extent.

This is — in my view — the deepest cause behind the epidemic of mass-killings we especially got in the US. While some of these are mostly based on demented ideologies of hate against more or less specific minority groups, many of the mass-killings are often committed by disenfranchised, misfit, socially-isolated males who for a reason or another, lacking a better analysis of what’s happening to them in this world, decide to stick it up to those they see as their most direct oppressors. Namely, the social castes in their environments. And in a way, it is true that crowd/mob dynamics tend to make human groupings in general to become more oppressive while losing self-awareness as their numbers increase in a given context.

If the Left would be truly understanding the dynamics of social exclusion, oppression and privilege, how do they work, perhaps they could be helping to some level against such sprees of murderous violence that only now benefits more despotic police controls of the public place. But the Left has remained stucked, as some anarchist critiques know, in this endless spiral of outdated analysis of social and political dynamics, centered on our well-known cartoonish representations produced by Marxists. Castes are defined by a lot more than just the productive activity of their members, and equally the socio-cultural reproduction that defines them goes beyond their mere socio-economic productive roles, when they got one in common, even if we consider society as meta-factory.

The issue of how Leftists could make it better, with a better analysis is beyond me. More so, it ain’t really my own interest. Still, I find it harder to not be caring about the mass-shootings, and in fact the « not in my lawn » approach to social problems might not so easily apply here, as anyone could potentially be affected by these sudden bursts of extreme interpersonal violence.

The purpose of such a perspective on social relations around us is to not be fooled by deluded beliefs in the radicality of our « projects » or initiatives, and to look at those with a more critically realistic lens that shows their shortcomings and weaknesses, standing in the way of the total anarchy or the social revolution you might be after. As to be reproducing caste relations can intrinsically undermine any initiative aimed at equity, autonomy or free association.

As I said too often, anarchists and nihilists have a specific opportunity — often wasted — of creating a social tabula rasa, that negates both the dynamics of privilege-building by putting the deeper issues of property and capital-building into question, while also, through patterns of free-based relations, to be making the issue of «social progress», pushed for decades by the Left, to become irrelevant.

Like there’s no need for work within the industry if we choose to liberate goods instead and creating a commons around everything, where everyone can enjoy shit without the trappings and hindrances of both bureaucracy and property, from being on welfare to «buying land», we’re still being submitted and deprived from an immediate relationship with the natural world. There’s no need for affordable housing if you find a way to occupy spaces for living, and especially shared living. There’s no need for better working conditions if you abolished the need for money — in the first place — in order to have good living conditions, as especially to be able... to just make friends, lovers, accomplices or just have a good conversation with some other human, regardless where they’re from. There’s no need for these demoralizing homeless shelters if you got organized squats where everyone has at least their shot at a living-together, and from which other occupation projects may arise.

The power of negation, is one not being asserted by the liberal agency. Neither the one of supposed « radicals ». Or this false negation will be held contained within their own communal bubbles, yet never outwardly-asserted. And in fact, the Marxists have an historical tendency at postponing negation, as revolution is an evolutionary process where, first, we must build the conditions for the proles to be able to negate the State and capital... as if they had found the secret to immortality!

Therefore, like with the rest of the liberal bourgeoisie, breaking the law, seeking pleasures against the dominant morals, will be reserved for the private space, of the caste, the communal in-crowd, or the family, or on a private island. And the more harmful immoralisms (such as rape, abuse and other violences) might also break loose due to the safety bubble promised by privatized spaces, in milieus where they hardly would be allowed to happen in broad daylight.

But are these really negation, or just reconstruction of same-old patterns of appropriation and exploitation, inherited from the dominant morals? A transgression ain’t necessarily negation of an order but rather its preset contradiction, as “rules are meant to be broken”. The “anti-” principle is not an “a-” principle, or abscence of principle; it is an against not a without. Satan exists because of God. So the bank robber or cryptominer is still after making big money, only innovating in their fulfillment of the well-known capitalist imperative (unless of course they throw the money in the streets). I ain’t saying it is wrong... only that it is not negation of an order and its values, where the person takes the liberty to make their own of the latter, asserts power over their own world, making themself emperor and god over it.

Absolute negation of all orders — the questioning of everything — is what is necessary to revert the power of the totality over ourselves. Therefore we cannot truly avoid or abolish these caste relations that separate us both from each other and from ourselves — as well as the world around us — without putting their imperatives, values under the crushing mill of the cold, concrete logic of total negation.

Property is not only theft. Fundamentally “property” is just not something that exists. Your comfort zone known as your household, or friend’s commune, or mansion on top of the hill... are only a privatized space made-up by capitalism’s territorializations and reinforced by walls, doors and locks. It is only «real» as far as it is a relational construct, enforced by the threat of judicial or interpersonal violence. You cannot pretend anarchism, even less «communism» while at the same time enjoying these levels of privilege provided to you by an invisible, unavowed caste system. Well you can... of course! But that is more of the same-old Victorian hypocrisy, reinforced by equally Victorian-era ideologies pretending to oppose the dominant system. You may choose to be a conservative so to be less an hypocrite — indeed — yet the status quo of the caste system will be maintained, only more bare. My postulate, that is not so important to consider, is that 19th century classical liberalism has kept Western civilization from being a full-fledged official caste system, or at least this was delayed by a century of class-defined struggles.

Regardless. The wild, the feral, the natural domain does not know these territorializations. Or neither cares about if they know. The wild one only cares about their own sustenance, protection, pleasure and well-being. Anything else, any attempt at accommodating with any level or sphere within the caste system, means becoming more civilized, or over-civilized, as these are the mostly-intangible yet highly-recognizable walls of civilization, defined by culture above politics and economics. A vagabond can keep freeloading luxury hotels or chic cafés, in order to partly avoid the misery related to homelessness, or even hang out at student parties or exec clubs, but what will chase him off from these spheres will not be their bank account, official status or even their political allegiances; it will be their external appearance, their tenure, their speech and etiquette.. or lack thereof. As the cultural standards are what makes these social categories to be castes. Not classes. Because, to repeat, castes are culturally-defined — more than socio-economically defined — groupings.

So I am not here posturing for an anticiv purity by rejecting caste relations; but this could be useful as an ideal for a direction. Or giving rationale and analysis to a life where the radical critical thought makes you a social misfit, anyways. It can be interesting to be social hacking across the cultural layers of this garbage every caste uses to reinforce themselves, and many of us do achieve this, to different levels of effectiveness. But then again, will be driven by a will that is your own, or only reflect the desires mass-produced for the masses to follow? As for every caste there are different means and modes to attain what everyone in this society is after.

Doesn’t the wild one only contents in seeking power over their own existence? Why, otherwise, would they be seeking any larger power, if not for chasing the aims defined by the dominant power dynamics? For having the privileges they envy so much from any of the castes above them, or for « ruling in Hell, instead of serving in Paradise »?

Perhaps because such dynamics as the terrorism of the judicial system are hindering on this self-power. That the goal would not be to become yet another layer of judicial system, like the call-out culture appears to be doing.

There lies the importance of the initial thesis of this tension. That the Marxist and Marxist-leaning tendencies of the Left have been from the start adopting the class struggle analysis in a way as to brute-force the emancipation of people only through their own hierarchical systems. This is why they’ll always be confined, mentally-restrained, to the notion that any self-empowerment, self-defense, and liberation can only be attained through mass social avenues and means; as these reflect, more deeply, the need for empowerment of a more or less specific caste of «intelligent» educated middle-class people, over what they’ll always perceive as a mass of people who are in the dark, who need saviors or organizers or hot-blooded, loud-talking revolutionary leaders to pull them out of their politically-induced trance.

Not to say this was the case of enlightened, fearless rebels like Fred Hampton, Geronimo, Novatore or Harriet Tubman. These were in my opinion more like the feral ones that undermined the consolidated powers of their times, the society subjected to a predominant caste. Needless to say… you’ll also notice they were also not our well-known arrogant, power-hungry White college kids from the suburban middle-classes.

So the Marxists need this vague, Cartesian model for a social category — the class — that is inherently defined by a position within the production chain of Industrial Society. As in their view, one cannot be else than a Worker, or a Prole (and perhaps including the lumpen prole) in order to take part in this class struggle toward the liberation of all the Workers. But are these leaders, or organizers, ever been really the Workers they claim to be leading to liberation? Aren’t they instead positing for their own empowerment over the Workers, by the use of these Workers workforce to push for a change of power dynamics, where this intelligentsia caste attain a higher privileged status within the processes of production? In the neoliberal society the best they’ll do is to have well-paid white collar positions, perhaps even an entry into state politics within a minority party. Which doesn’t discount for the sleazy corruption of the lawyers and real-estate profiteers taking higher positions of power within the dominant parties. But, restating the obvious that I said earlier, they’re all chasing the same sausage, only through slightly different means and modes. And think about... if they’d, once again, come to terms with the whole capitalist state like the Soviets did, they’d have the highest positions in society!

So you are anticapitalist? Great. But “anticapitalist”, just like “antifa”, is a negative position, which doesn’t say much as the kind of world you want in the place of the existent order. What does it means to you in daily life, beyond a few protests and graffiti?

You are maybe communist? Super. And given it is still subversive thing in many parts of the Western world, this gives you a little of rebellious edge. But then again, whose communism? If you are only after the Commune then which commune are we talking about? The Communal form of property Marx himself told us about, that the Ancient Greeks invented, those brutally partiarchic, slave-owning landlords, who weren’t that different, actually from the Founding Fathers? The Commune of Friends, where all you need is to become a “Friend” in order to be included and treated as equal? So what is it you call a Friend, then?

My intent here is not to drag everyone in the mud of their own grandiose projects or claims (no matter how I’d love to!) but to be looking into what people are really after, and for whose specific interest. As, like a Stirner would say, as far as the Commune is not my own, or as long it is not knocking at my door for any friendly motives, it is strange to myself; it means nothing to me, as it is only to the benefit of a specific group of others.

Not only it is not so much benefiting to me, but a very vague mass of ��proles», comrades or Friends that I may or may not be part of, depending on the analysis of the leading core group in charge of defining the social categories and their narratives (also known as the “ID politicians”). And only my being included as a proletarian comrade I may benefit from the leftovers of this nomenklatura. I do eat the leftovers of proles on a regular basis, as part of my means of survival and for secondary ecological aims, but it is never as retribution for serving under the wing of this social category.

The world is driven not by money, but by narratives and their representations.

There were times where men couldn’t live without God. Or without a hunt. Or without fire. Equally, a « world run by money » is a capitalist, materialist narrative of the late industrial age. Such narrative, just like any other, becomes existent due to its supportive system of power relations. Yet it won’t necessarily be meaningful… most often it won’t. If you let yourself be defined and driven by these, written and drawn by a group of others, you let yourself, again and again, be fooled and controlled by the group(s) enforcing it, then it will become an unavoidable fact of existence. Hence this group de facto becomes a caste above you... the hierarchs owning all the secrets of your forever-delayed liberation. Accepting them to define me is accepting the hinges of their control over me.

And let’s make it clear to some of my potential detractors, that the Marxist Left here was used only as example among many other iterations. The Far Right or Alt Right, as we could witness over the past few years, tends to be more successful these days at their games of gaining domination over yet another mass of (much) less educated/intelligent peoples for their own caste benefit. They are, after all, connected to specific groups — the old White supremacist aspect of the wealthy establishment — fighting to regain the power they apparently lost through the Post-War, and especially post-Civil Rights Era neoliberal order. Instead of the class, they’ll be using the more retrograde social categories of race and/or national identity. These were, after all, the first identity politics of the Modern world, in the republican, industrial, post-religious world where scientism and Nation-States purportedly replaced the old religious ideologies. The retrograde Alt Right, more classic liberal than actually conservative (and much less « libertarian »), equally got their own priests and popes of social justice, pandering on inherently shallow, brutish definitions of the «human» as if due to being older, or before, they were any more accurate or righteous than the recent «corruption» of the LGBTQ+, the Women and the non-White social identities, undermining their former, ages-old domi-nation over bodies. Are these new categories produced by the new Left and reproduced by the social media empires – led by White normative men, by the way — any more authentic or accurate? I doubt that.

The only social identity that is accurate, is yours, or mine. The question that you may represent, not the prêt-à-porter answer. That is the only one, removed from even the official citizen and corporate definition enforced by the state from shortly after your birth as physical living being- that can define you.

Who are you? Or what are you?

Am I, the author, in a position to know better than you? I only know, for sure, that you may not be what you pretend, but something more, or less, or else. You may even possibly exist!

[uniquesdata]

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[aktechworld]

Building a Mobile-First CRM: UX Considerations for Developers

As teams become increasingly mobile and remote, CRMs must function seamlessly on smartphones and tablets. A mobile-first CRM isn’t just a responsive design — it’s a rethinking of how users interact with features in real-time, on the go.

Here are key UX considerations developers should prioritize when building mobile-first CRM solutions:

1. Simplified Navigation

Use a bottom-tab or collapsible hamburger menu for easy one-hand use

Prioritize the most-used features on the home screen

Limit user interactions to 2–3 taps to access critical tasks

Avoid overloading the interface with too many options

2. Offline Access and Sync

Allow users to access records even without internet connectivity

Auto-sync changes once the device goes online

Use local caching for smooth experience during field operations

Maintain data accuracy across devices

3. Touch-Optimized Interactions

Design larger touch targets for forms, buttons, and menus

Use swipe gestures for actions like delete, archive, or assign

Minimize typing by offering dropdowns, toggles, and voice input

Focus on finger-friendly UI patterns over mouse-based ones

4. Performance and Speed

Optimize loading times with lazy loading and minimal animation

Compress images and minimize API payloads

Use skeleton loaders to improve perceived speed

Reduce background processes that drain battery

5. Context-Aware Functionality

Trigger location-based reminders or check-ins for sales reps

Show recently accessed contacts or tasks upon app launch

Personalize dashboards based on time of day or past activity

Custom CRM apps can dynamically adapt to user context

6. Data Entry Efficiency

Pre-fill forms with known user data

Add barcode/QR code scanning for quick product or ticket lookup

Use camera access for attachments and visual records

Minimize scrolling with accordion or segmented layouts

7. Notifications and Alerts

Send real-time push notifications for leads, meetings, and updates

Group notifications logically to avoid spamming users

Allow users to customize alert preferences within settings

Deliver actionable alerts with quick action buttons

8. Security on Mobile Devices

Require biometric or PIN login on app launch

Encrypt stored data and use secure authentication APIs

Set auto-logout for idle sessions

Mobile CRM security must match or exceed desktop-grade protection

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