Perhaps there are others here who also work in the IT sector and/or have strong connections to the topic:

Currently, I am finding it increasingly difficult to continue working in my field, but in general and not explicitly related to my workplace.
Professionally, I deal with the topic of AI on a daily basis, but also to such an extent that issues such as professional recognition and even promotions depend on excessive use.
AI undoubtedly has its (sometimes really good) uses. Nevertheless, the ethics of its application on the current global scale seem extremely difficult to me.
So difficult that I don't know if I want to remain in this profession with a clear conscience, because I am no longer an IT consultant or developer, but rather feel like an AI coordinator whose job it is to mediate cleanly between humans and machines.
I am currently observing how jobs are increasingly being outsourced to AI. Either actively, by no longer advertising the positions, or passively, by dismissing everything that can be replaced via personnel interviews with seemingly flimsy justifications (you can always find a way to get rid of someone Unwanted).
And global experience shows how wonderful this outsourcing of work is: work becomes less valuable, company owners pocket the dividends, and the social divide grows ever wider.

I chose this profession to solve problems and help people, to specialize in consulting and service, to actively help people, to identify challenges that I am familiar with, and to support them. Even when the day was long and difficult, I could go home with a clear conscience. Because when the problem was solved, my customers were grateful and happy—and so was I, because I was able to help someone.
Today, I have become part of the problem. I no longer help to support people, but to replace them—and I am just waiting to be replaced myself.
I used to have the desire to continue my education in my field, to live my life and to learn. Now I no longer know why I should.

The future and the existence I had once envisioned, the “healthy world,” are no longer there.
And in the evenings, when darkness descends, I can hardly sleep. With my eyes closed, I lie awake, feeling paralyzed, as if my thoughts are constantly running into a wall. I don't dare talk about it with those around me because I only see myself as a burden on the world. I think no one needs my problems—everyone is struggling with their own, and I am just another burden, another eyesore in an already fragile world.
How can I still represent the hope and confidence of a world that is dying, when I am a correspondent of its murder?

Idk what emo ass angel up in the sky keeps missing the toilet but stop it u suicyde sqad fuck its messing witn our heads down here

The Pulse That Outlives Me

Since I was small,
my hands have itched
for the weight of something new,
the warm breath of an idea
still wet from birth.

While others chased nights
strung with music and lights,
I chased the hum beneath my ribs—
that low, holy vibration
that says: Make. Make. Make.

I am not afraid of death—
only of silence,
of the stillness that comes
when the last word dries,
when the last color fades
from my palette.

Some people fear missing the party.
I fear missing the next
perfect shiver of creation,
the one that seizes my spine
like lightning,
the one that says:
Here. This is yours. Make it real
before it slips away forever.

Even as a child,
I knew my bones would be dust one day.
But a poem—
a song,
a shadow on film,
a brushstroke on canvas—
that could outlive me.
That could keep my voice
whispering in the ears of strangers
long after my name is forgotten.

So I make.
I bleed ink.
I sweat pigment.
I dream in shapes and sounds.
Every piece is a fragment
of the monument I am building
to outlast my pulse.

And when I am gone,
let them find my works
scattered like constellations—
each one a flare I sent into the dark,
each one still burning,
still warm,
still breathing my name.


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At a large medical center and so far, I haven't seen anyone being rushed in with missing fingers or limbs. But it's still early and the alcohol fueled explosive celebrations are just getting started.

I hate too do this to a beautiful time piece but needs must as the devil wants. In order to fix one clock, I need spair parts, even for someone with alot of time of their hands I do not have the skills to make parts from scratch and even the clocksmith told me if they were to make them from scratch it would cost up to $1000 to fix a clock I bough for $75. So the only other option is buy another broken down clock for its works and salvage the working parts. Whats left I'll keep aside and restore it when a clock works goes on sale on ebay which is rare these days. For the time being and in order for this pretty case not to go to waste I'll convert it with a modern Quartz movement and restore its mechanical works when I can get the parts to restore it; its also missing a pendulum which is also problem as mantle clock works are rearer than wall clock works and pendulums are matched to the works.

Really missing VF tonight....

Missing Mr M

So what happend to 200 Billion dollars that USA sent Ukraine? 200billion of the dollars USA sent Zelenskyy is missing? Zelenskyy can't find it in his mansions? Its not under his porche, And certainly not under his lambourgini!

#JenniferKesse #Kesse #NASA #PICTURES #disappearance #abduction #mystery #Orlando #Florida
https://people.com/jennifer-kesse-disappearance-missing-case-8774071

Dominicane [ReLLyLoveLy] feels like my emowire parants have returned again only one missing is the crazy one ,im sure shel appear out of no where really creepy like after shes finished dicing people up