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#активности#STORY Клеймим дроп от проекта Story Protocol в токенах IP за бейджи и активность в тестнете. За что сколько дают: 1 бейдж = 1 IP 3 бейджа = 10 IP 6 бейджей = 30 IP 14 бейджей = 100 IP 21 бейдж = 225 IP 25 бейджей = 350 IP Роль OG = 1000 IP Для клейма нужен Gitcoin Passport более 20 баллов. Клеймим по ссылке - нажми. Токен торгуется по FDV $1.8B.

📰Stories from Groups By upgrading your group to level 1, you can enable story publishing for group admins. After publishing the story, group members will be able to write comments for the story. #Story | #Groups 👉The TG Times

📌Банхаммер Anthropic: как потерять доступ к API, заставив Claude писать инструкции для Claude. Любопытный кейс португальского разработчика Хуго Даниэля, который решил поиграть в жесткую автоматизацию с Сlaude Сode. и проиграл Хуго был активным пользователем Сlaude, тратил 220 евро в месяц и однажды решил настроить генерацию шаблонных файлов для новых проектов двумя агентами. Схема была примерно такая: 🟢Claude A (в одном окне): отвечает за обновление файла CLAUDE.md. Это файл с контекстом и инструкциями, как вести себя модели в конкретном проекте. 🟢Claude B (в другом окне): пытается выполнять задачи внутри этого проекта, используя инструкции из CLAUDE.md. 🟠Loop: когда Claude B косячил, Хуго копировал ошибку, скармливал ее Claude A и говорил: "Поправь инструкции, чтобы этот дурак больше так не делал". В какой-то момент Claude A, видимо, устал от тупости коллеги и начал генерировать инструкции капсом, чтобы жестко задать поведение - файл наполнился директивами, которые выглядели как System Prompts. 🟡На этом этапе Хуго и получил бан от Anthropic. Гипотеза бана в том, что сработали эвристики защиты от Prompt Injection. Система безопасности Anthropic увидела, что пользователь генерирует и скармливает модели текст, который структурно и лексически выглядит как системные инструкции. Вобщем, для алгоритмов безопасности это выглядит как попытка джейлбрейка. Ожидаемо, саппорт хранил молчание: ни через систему апелляции (она, кстати на Google Forms), ни письма в поддержку не дали результатов. Через насколько дней пришел только молчаливый возврат средств за подписку. Так что причины блокировки так и остались гипотезой. 🟡Автор справедливо замечает: хорошо, что это был не Google. Если бы подобный эксперимент проводился у "Корпорации Добра" - сработал бы их вездесущий триггер на "злонамеренную активность", и человек мог бы потерять Gmail, Google Photos, документы и получить кирпич вместо Android-смартфона. История Хуго - хорошее напоминание о том, что модерация в ИИ сейчас - это черный ящик. Если вы занимаетесь авто-генерацией промптов, которые выглядят как системные инструкции (то, что называют meta-prompting и scaffolding) - вы ходите по минному полю. @ai_machinelearning_big_data #AI#ML#Story#Anthropic

Va'da qilingan✈️Telegramda 📹Instagramdagi kabi story qo'yish funksiyasi paydo bo'ldi..... Siz ham telegram storylardan foydalanishni hohlasangiz shunchaki Play marketga kirib telegramni yangilang.... P.s hozircha storslar kam shuning uchun kim stors qoygan bo'ls o'sha storsni CyberAsia kanalining guruhiga tashlasin hamma bir birinikini ko'rib otiradi...😎 This is my story😁 @CyberAsia | #Telegram#story

"Declined" Once there was a confident swimmer who believed in the power of God to always come to his rescue. While swimming in the vast sea, a small boat spotted him and offered to help. The swimmer politely declined, saying, "God will help me." A little while later, a bigger boat appeared, offering the same assistance. The swimmer, with unwavering faith, once again rejected the offer, saying, "God will help me." Tragically, the swimmer was unable to make it to the shore and passed away. Upon reaching the heavens, the perplexed swimmer asked God why he didn't come to his aid. The Almighty replied with a heavy heart, "I tried to help you twice, but you ejected both times." #Story#God 关注海外素材频道 ➡️@nb66 投稿：@nb88

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A Day at the Rangein Poland: My First Glock Experience (Part 1) I don't know how I got interested in shooting or guns but maybe after watching this video, I started watching more about guns. Somehow I developed habit to see videos about assembling, aiming, how it works type of videos. One day, I was talking with my friend about multi-sport, app that gives access a lot of sport activities. So I saw there was a section called "Shooting Range". I got hooked. Since then I was thinking to go there. #part1#story

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‍#story #spooky @fluencyinenglish 🎬 The Secret Basement In The Hospital (Scariest Story Animated) 👤 Wansee Entertainment 🕑 04:38 💾 4.28 MB

Untitled 1 I place the bouquet on her coffin, all yellow, white and red, hand-picked without harming the stem, still fresh, just like she has always liked. If she wasn't gone, she would take all these flowers and put them in a pot on her desk in her room right beside her window, she used to say she felt like she was in the garden. She barely left her room anyways, she didn't quite like the outside world, just she and her passion. Tears stream down my cheeks as I turn away from her cold grave, it's been a whole year now. "Be strong bro" my older brother Andy tells me pressing my shoulder. I bury my head in his shoulder and cry even harder, "this wasn't supposed to happen, we were at such a happy place, we were finally at such a happy place." "I know, I know brother." He says patting my back, trying to sooth me. "Come, it's about to rain, we must leave." He says and drives me out of the graveyard. He was right, soon as we get inside the home it starts to rain cat and dog. "I love this weather" I almost hear her say, I look around for her but there's no one. I sit beside the window and stare outside perhaps for hours, my eyes hurt and so does my heart. 'C'mon Ronny, how long are you going to sit in there, come get your dinner." My mom calls me. "I'm not hungry" I tell her without even looking in her direction "Enough of this already!" she yells. Well that's my mom, she goes from anger 0 to 120 degree in a heartbeat. "How long are you going to sulk for that half broken girl?" She yells and this time I look at her furiously ready to launch myself on her but my brother intervenes "Mom you can't say that!" he shouts at her. "And tell me young man why can't I state the obvious, wasn't she half broken, wasn't she on a wheelchair for a long time, what is wrong with saying that huh!? What good she would have been for your brother." She says staring point blank at me "Mom not now, can't you see he is still hurting?" My brother tells her "Yes, that's the problem here, that he is still hurting after a year, it's about time he finds himself another girl." I give her dry look like she just poured sour milk into my mouth "Look at your brother Andy, he is handsome and smart, he earns well, which girl won't want him. There he is sulking for an ugly lamb." "Mom!" I scream in protest, enough about her. I storm off the room, I might end up forgetting my dignity if I stay here any longer. I drive aimlessly on the rain beaten path, unable to tell where I should turn next or where should I go. I would have drove straight to her he if only..... My thoughts get fuzzy. When I finally stop I open my car's gate and get outside to breathe, somehow magically I have ended up in a painfully familiar place, her favourite ice cream parlor. I close my eyes tightly, I can't look inside, for whenever I do, I just find myself sitting with her in her wheelchair merrily chugging at her ice cream. I try to take a spoon out of her sundae and she slaps my hand away. Then she takes a spoonful and very careful puts it in my mouth, pursing her lips like she was about to hit me with an arrow. All her features tight in concentration only come to rest when I've finally taken the ice-cream in my mouth. Then she looks around as though to make sure nobody saw us but indeed a lot of people have and she blushes, her cheeks turning a prettier hue of red then her top. My heart lurchs out my chest as a cruel drop of rain that falls at the top of my head reminds me that I can never see this happen again. #tm#review#story

Untitled excerpt Nadia slept fitfully at night. It was that way since the blackout incident. The digital watch sat beside her looking at her with focus in the dark room. The moment it struck 3:33 am Nadia's eyes flew open as though she was awoken by some internal alarm. The clock almost blinked at her in response to distasteful look on her face. Nadia stared uncomfortably at the clock for a while, she waited for 3:34 but the single minute wasn't passing. Growing nervous from the elongated time she patted the clock, still the time didn't move. Propping herself up on the arm now Nadia picked up the clock and shook it. Back in the corner of her room an apparition glided over the floor silently, malignantly. Nadia was now sure that more than a minute has definitely passed, she sat up and looked about herself in the dark room. Her eyes darted across it trying to search for something which she would love to never find. A cold draft that started from nowhere touched her behind her neck and goose prickles rose on her skin. Nadia tucked herself under covers in response and took Carl's hand in hers as she tucked herself in. But something wasn't right about the feeling of his hand. His hand felt unusually cold and for some reason unlively. The hand she was holding tightened it's own grip on her hand. Nadia reluctantly looked from under the covers only to find a disembodied hand floating about at the place where Carl was supposed to be sleeping. It had a greyish decayed hue and blood spurted out of its open end. She screamed and the lights came on. Carl shook her violently, asking her what has happened while looking at her with concern. Nadia looked at Carl and hugged him as tight as she could. Carl didn't know what was happening but he hugged back regardless. He offered her some water and a few words of solace and she settled down. The clock had moved on to 3:34 to her relief and somehow it was still sitting on the table where it was originally kept on every night. Carl and Nadia sat for a while and chatted. Carl sensed that Nadia was just not ready to sleep and he didn't want to sleep before assuring that Nadia would be fine. It wasn't the first time that Nadia screamed in a nightmare, it had infact happened one too many times. Some times Nadia was aware, others she wasn't but Carl knew in any case what he had to do, wait for her to sleep. Nadia rested her head on Carl's chest, the feeling in her arm of holding that decayed hand had rattled her from deep within. But after a few minutes Nadia was able to reason with herself that both she and Carl needed to sleep. She sat up and turned her head towards Carl to say good night. The lights flickered for a moment and then came back on. An apparition sat behind Carl, it's head was over Carl's shoulder. It had a face split in half, bloodied on the chin and ashened on the cheeks. It's long tongue licked at Carl's ear. Nadia's stomach churned at the site of the saliva that dripped from over Carl's ear but before she could so much as draw a breath the apparition's face was right in front of her's. The heavy weight of fear made it hard for her to breath or swallow. "Say so much as a word and your precious will be gone" the appreciation said in a pinching voice. Then it went back again behind Carl and licked his neck. Nadia was helpless and all she could do was force herself to nod in agreement. The moment she nodded the apparition disappeared. Nadia slid in the bed and pulled the cover right over her head curled into a ball and shook. Carl unaware of whatever had happened went back to sleep as usual. In the morning everything that she remembered from the night seemed so bizarre that she thought it best to never bring it up. The last thing she wanted for herself was to make Carl suspicious of her past and her lineage. #tm#review#story

#story#anon "I Got into My Dream University and Realized I Made a Mistake" Hi everyone! In our Saturday column today, we have a very brave and honest story from our subscriber, Sabina, who studies in Warsaw. She shared an experience that will be useful to everyone who is afraid of making the wrong choice. The following is in the first person: "I got in! Those three words were my mantra for the entire last year of high school. I dreamed of studying 'International Relations', it seemed so prestigious and serious. When I received an invitation from a good Polish university, my family was proud, and I was on cloud nine. The first month in Warsaw was like a dream: a new city, new friends, freedom. But then the studies began... and my world was shaken. The lectures on diplomatic history and political theory turned out to be incredibly dry and boring for me. I forced myself to read but felt no interest at all. At the same time, my friends from other faculties, one from graphic design, another from IT were talking about their projects with sparkling eyes. They were creating things, coding, working in teams. And I was just sitting and taking notes on things that evoked no emotion in me. I was scared and ashamed. How could I tell my parents, who were so happy for me? That I had wasted so much effort and money? I felt trapped. The turning point was a conversation with a senior student. I just shared my feelings with him, and he said something I'll never forget: 'It's better to lose one semester than to lose 5 years in a job you'll hate.' He told me that changing faculties or even universities is a normal practice. It's not a failure, but a course correction. Inspired, I started researching other programs. I was drawn to 'Project Management and Innovation' it had more practical work, case studies, and real-world tasks. I gathered my courage, had a difficult conversation with my parents (who eventually understood), and submitted my documents to transfer. I am now finishing my second semester in the new faculty. I have no regrets. Yes, I 'lost' half a year, but in reality, I found myself. What I learned from this situation: - Prestige is nothing without interest. Don't choose a specialty just because it sounds impressive. - Talk about your problems. If I hadn't shared my feelings, I would still be struggling. - A mistake is not the end of the world. The European education system is much more flexible than we think. Changing your direction is normal. Don't be afraid to admit to yourself that you made a mistake. It's not a step backward, but a step toward yourself." @whydot