/biz/ - Business & Finance

>>29847108
Gilles was so hyped up off of the cocaine and having his advances refused that he demanded we "go to this little place he knows" To my shock, the hole in the wall that Gilles had been referring to was in fact a homeless shelter. Before exiting the taxi Gilles took a bump of cocaine and started grinding his teeth again which by that point resulted in me experiencing a near Pavlovian response of fear. I tried to convince Gilles to go home, back to his family, but he was having none of it. He was on a mission. He stormed through the shelter and back into a dimly lit room that stank of mildew and musk. There lying on a cot in front of us was a transvestite vagabond very obviously down on their luck, open sores oozed pus and the smell of rot had now permeated the air. What proceeded over the next 10 minutes was the most disgusting act that I have ever witnessed in my life. Gilles immediately stripped down and flipped the transvestite on her stomach. He forcibly ripped down her pants and thrust himself into her despite her weak cries begging him for mercy. I tried to intervene but it was at that point that Mr. Fedak produced an intimidating 7 inch blade from his pocket that gleamed menacingly. I was now as much of a prisoner to the act as the poor vagrant transvestite was. Gilles proceeded to defile the poor soul for a further 10 minutes and as he climaxed he proceeded to thrust his blade deep into the throat of his victim while once again proclaiming himself to be "A Future Saudi Prince"
The night ended shortly thereafter and Gilles "allowed me" to stay the night on his couch. Mothers often tell their children that "there are no such things as monsters," but when I woke up the following morning and witnessed Mr. Fedak happily eating pancakes while laughing with his children and wife, apparently unaffected by the events of the night prior, I knew that monsters exist, and that perhaps the most vile and frightening of them all is Gilles Fedak.

>>29846825
I met Gilles at The Louvre once. He invited me to dinner at his house afterwards, his wife and children were absolutely wonderful. The sordid affair would reveal itself to me only later. Gilles asked if I'd fancy going out for drinks with him in Paris. As a massive RLC fan I relished the opportunity and hastily took him up on the offer. The events that proceeded were nothing short of a Lynchian nightmare that I would rather sooner forget. You see, Gilles invited me to a bar in Paris called "La Boîte à Frissons." "La Boîte à Frissons" roughly translates to "The Chill Box" but chill in fact it was anything but. "La Boîte à Frissons," my dear reader, is a quaint little transvestite bar nestled in the alleyways of Paris.
Dragqueen transvestites put on shows while ladyboy bartenders make your cocktails and little brown pygmy trannies bring you drinks. When we stepped into the bar Gilles immediately began grinding his teeth and looked at me to ask "if I was into this shit," a question I would be asked no less than fifty times over the night. After we were seated Gilles quickly spiraled down into a pattern of degeneracy. He rapidly alternated between snorting massive lines of cocaine and forcefully groping the pygmy servers. The night came to a head when one of the pygmies refused Mr. Fedak's advances, admonishing him and swiftly slapping away his hand in the process. This seemed to flip a switch in Gilles head as he immediately transformed into a monster. He abruptly overturned our table and lifted the pygmy by her throat. I could hardly make out the majority of his cocaine fueled ramblings but I did hear him refer to himself as "The world's most powerful Oil baron" a multitude of times during the escapade. I somehow managed to calm Gilles down and we quickly escaped from the premises before authorities were called. I wish that I could say the night ended there but I am afraid that it was only the foreward of what was yet to transpire that evening.

>>29838455
it's over, Gilles

>>29832447
I'm ready for it to reach $0. It's over Gilles. Link and IOTA won.

It's over gilles

>>29588298
Continued...

Team Communication: The team is periodically active on slack, but not comparable with other projects. Iexec slack was until recently bombarded with scam attempts, then the invitations where disabled without any announcement or comment on this from the dev team. Another red flag.

Leadership. Although Gilles, the founder, is clearly an accomplished academic, he has little experience in company leadership which shows through on nearly every front. Yet they are refusing to hire an experienced CEO

Technical Outlook. The technical outlook remains unclear. iExec Academy will probably be released on schedule, but it still unclear how it is usable from solidity, how results are retrieved into the smart contract, costs, providers, etc, etc. I'm not expecting any real-world dapps to use this anytime soon. For Version 5.1 there has been no information update since the whitepaper release. The research on the most important and most difficult part, the proof of contribution, has not even started (to my knowledge), and it is doubtful their vision for v6 and beyond is possible to implement.

Partnerships. There has been only one announcement of a unknown company partnering with iexec. DApps running on iexec or other forms of partnership should clearly be one of the most important goals right now.

Strong competition. There are a lot of projects aiming at similar goals and iexec is one of the more unknown of them.

Trading. No new exchanges and RLC trading with extremly low volume are a reflection of the above points imho.

I don't want to this to come over as complete FUD, just letting of some steam over lost money on iexec. Please refute any points which you think are untrue.

>>29583151
It's over Gilles. IOTA won. No more parties por vous.

it's over, Gilles.

>>29534647
enjoy bc iExec is DIGITAL ZERO. It's over Gilles. No one will fund your parties anymore.

It was over but now it’s beginning again, Gilles

>>29499020
Gilles, you know
>It's over

>>29466245
I believe it is 0. Unless you count grad students as enterprise users. It's over Gilles.

watch the sat value if you want to see the truth
it's over, Gilles betrayed you

>>29418296
this is based actually, but
>it's over Gilles!

>>29418296
it's over, Gilles

>>29286976
Aleph is a way better project and will destroy this. It's over Gilles.

>>29248230
This is one shill with three IDs shilling himself his worthless bags down 80% in sats. It's over Gilles.

>>29217396
it's over Gilles

>RLC crabs forever
>btc dumps
>rlc dumps
>"CMON DUDE HODL IT'S JUST OVER THE HILL!"
>gilles continues to do neat little science experiments instead of actually marketing his coin
>not listed on any new dexs or cexs, userbase becomes mortally offended if you suggest that binance's control of supply and obvious suppression is a problem

Yeah I'm starting to think this coin is a pure cancerous waste of time and I would have been literally better off merely riding pumps for shit like PRQ and BNB.

>>29148825
It's over Gilles, Tether and USDC have better technogy

>>29128915
It's over Gilles, by the way the worst is chainlink

>>29074011
Gilles was so hyped up off of the cocaine and having his advances refused that he demanded we "go to this little place he knows" To my shock, the hole in the wall that Gilles had been referring to was in fact a homeless shelter. Before exiting the taxi Gilles took a bump of cocaine and started grinding his teeth again which by that point resulted in me experiencing a near Pavlovian response of fear. I tried to convince Gilles to go home, back to his family, but he was having none of it. He was on a mission. He stormed through the shelter and back into a dimly lit room that stank of mildew and musk. There lying on a cot in front of us was a transvestite vagabond very obviously down on their luck, open sores oozed pus and the smell of rot had now permeated the air. What proceeded over the next 10 minutes was the most disgusting act that I have ever witnessed in my life. Gilles immediately stripped down and flipped the transvestite on her stomach. He forcibly ripped down her pants and thrust himself into her despite her weak cries begging him for mercy. I tried to intervene but it was at that point that Mr. Fedak produced an intimidating 7 inch blade from his pocket that gleamed menacingly. I was now as much of a prisoner to the act as the poor vagrant transvestite was. Gilles proceeded to defile the poor soul for a further 10 minutes and as he climaxed he proceeded to thrust his blade deep into the throat of his victim while once again proclaiming himself to be "A Future Saudi Prince"
The night ended shortly thereafter and Gilles "allowed me" to stay the night on his couch. Mothers often tell their children that "there are no such things as monsters," but when I woke up the following morning and witnessed Mr. Fedak happily eating pancakes while laughing with his children and wife, apparently unaffected by the events of the night prior, I knew that monsters exist, and that perhaps the most vile and frightening of them all is Gilles Fedak.

>>29074011
Anon..
I met Gilles at The Louvre once. He invited me to dinner at his house afterwards, his wife and children were absolutely wonderful. The sordid affair would reveal itself to me only later. Gilles asked if I'd fancy going out for drinks with him in Paris. As a massive RLC fan I relished the opportunity and hastily took him up on the offer. The events that proceeded were nothing short of a Lynchian nightmare that I would rather sooner forget. You see, Gilles invited me to a bar in Paris called "La Boîte à Frissons." "La Boîte à Frissons" roughly translates to "The Chill Box" but chill in fact it was anything but. "La Boîte à Frissons," my dear reader, is a quaint little transvestite bar nestled in the alleyways of Paris.
Dragqueen transvestites put on shows while ladyboy bartenders make your cocktails and little brown pygmy trannies bring you drinks. When we stepped into the bar Gilles immediately began grinding his teeth and looked at me to ask "if I was into this shit," a question I would be asked no less than fifty times over the night. After we were seated Gilles quickly spiraled down into a pattern of degeneracy. He rapidly alternated between snorting massive lines of cocaine and forcefully groping the pygmy servers. The night came to a head when one of the pygmies refused Mr. Fedak's advances, admonishing him and swiftly slapping away his hand in the process. This seemed to flip a switch in Gilles head as he immediately transformed into a monster. He abruptly overturned our table and lifted the pygmy by her throat. I could hardly make out the majority of his cocaine fueled ramblings but I did hear him refer to himself as "The world's most powerful Oil baron" a multitude of times during the escapade. I somehow managed to calm Gilles down and we quickly escaped from the premises before authorities were called. I wish that I could say the night ended there but I am afraid that it was only the foreward of what was yet to transpire that evening.

>>29072026
Out of the top 200. It's over Gilles.