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The document is a written submission from the Music Publishers Association, addressing the UK’s approach to AI in relation to music copyright, focusing on the importance of transparent licensing agreements between AI companies and music rights-holders.
Year:
2025
Region / city:
United Kingdom
Topic:
AI and copyright
Document type:
Written evidence
Organization / institution:
Music Publishers Association
Author:
Music Publishers Association
Target audience:
Members of the UK music publishing industry, AI developers, policymakers
Period of validity:
N/A
Approval date:
N/A
Amendment date:
N/A
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Year:
2025
Region / City:
India
Theme:
Education and Assessment
Document Type:
Report
Organization:
India-ATP (India – Association of Test Publishers)
Author:
India-ATP
Target Audience:
Policymakers, Educators, Industry Leaders, Test Publishers
Period of Action:
2025-2026
Approval Date:
January 2025
Date of Changes:
January 2025
Note:
Year
Subject:
Publishing Industry
Document Type:
Questionnaire
Organization:
International Thriller Writers
Author:
N/A
Target Audience:
Publishers
Validity Period:
N/A
Approval Date:
N/A
Modification Date:
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Note:
Prologue
Why, Vasher thought, do so many things begin with me getting thrown into prison? The guardsmen laughed to one another outside, slamming the cell door shut with a clang. Vasher stood and duste:
land of Returned Gods, Lifeless servants, BioChromatic research, and--of course--color. The large guard sauntered toward the cell, leaving his friends to their fun with Vasher’s pack. “They say you’re pretty tough,” the man said, sizing up Vasher. Vasher did not respond. “The bartender says you beat down some twenty men in the brawl.” The guard rubbed his chin. “You don’t look that tough to me.” Vasher shrugged. The guard snorted. “You should have known better than to strike a priest. The others, they’ll spend a night locked up. You, though--you’ll hang. Colorless fool.” Vasher turned away, looking over his cell. It was functional, if unoriginal. A thin slit in the top let in light, the stone walls dripped with water and lichen, and a pile of dirty straw decomposed in the corner. “You ignoring me?” the guard asked, stepping closer to the bars. As he did so, the colors of his uniform brightened faintly, like he’d stepped into a stronger light. The change was slight. Vasher didn’t have much Breath remaining. The guard didn’t notice the change in color--just like he hadn’t noticed back in the bar, when he and his buddies had picked Vasher up off the floor and thrown him in their cart. He’d soon wish that he’d been more observant. “Here, now,” one of the men said from behind. “What’s this?” Those two were still looking through Vasher’s pack. Vasher had always found it odd that the men who patrolled dungeons tended to be as bad, or worse, than the men they guarded. Perhaps that was intentional. Society didn’t seem to care if such men were outside the cells or in them--just as long as they were kept away from more honest men. Assuming that such a thing existed. A guard pulled a long object--wrapped in white linen--free from Vasher’s bag. The man frowned at the object, then unwrapped it, revealing a large, thin-bladed sword in a silver sheath. The hilt was pure black. The guard whistled quietly. “Who do you suppose he stole this from?” The lead guard eyed Vasher again, frowning. He was likely wondering if Vasher might be some kind of nobleman. Though such things didn’t really exist in Hallandren, many neighboring kingdoms had their lords and ladies. Yet, what lord would wear a drab brown cloak, ripped in several places? What lord would sport bruises from a bar fight, a half-grown beard, and boots worn from years of walking? Eventually, the guard turned away, apparently convinced that Vasher was no lord. He was right. And he was wrong. “Let me see that,” t
Year:
2014
Region / City:
USA
Topic:
Educational Technology, Distance Learning
Document Type:
Research Journal
Organization / Institution:
International Journal of Instructional Technology and Distance Learning
Author:
Donald G. Perrin, Elizabeth Perrin, Brent Muirhead, Muhammad Betz
Target Audience:
Researchers, educators, practitioners, and administrators in education and training
Period of Validity:
Ongoing monthly publication
Approval Date:
January 2004
Date of Last Revision:
June 2014