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-(quants uploading, three examples below, more examples to be added)
+(quants uploading...)
 
 <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B>
 
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 In this final, all-encompassing descent, I closed my eyes, no longer witnessing the final act, as the building, in a shrieking dirge, that symphony of despair, that chorus of the condemned, and in a crescendo of collapse, we became the earth's once again.
 
+<B>GENERATION 2:</B>
+
+(Alpaca, Temp .8, rep pen 1.08)
+
+As I stood, trembling with anxiety at the tall glass window that provided a panoramic view from the 21st floor of the skyscraper, the building’s sturdy facade began to quake. The sky was a ghastly shade of grey, and the looming clouds seemed to drip with an eerie menace. My heart raced as I peered at the cityscape below, a mass of twisted steel and concrete that was now being swallowed by a thick, choking fog. I could feel the skyscraper’s every breath, the shuddering reverberations echoing through the building, announcing its imminent doom.
+
+And then it happened; a deafening shriek sliced through the air, followed by a thundering crash. I felt the shudder as the skyscraper swayed violently to the right and then left, like an enraged beast in the throes of its final death convulsions. The window in front of me shattered into a million icy, jagged shards, sending a sudden gust of freezing wind sweeping through the room. In that instant, my mind raced through the abyss of thoughts: was this an earthquake? A terrorist attack?
+
+In the chaos, a sickening sensation gripped my chest as I saw the remnants of the window cascading down, into the obscure darkness below. My eyes darted around the room, scanning for anything that resembled an exit, but the devastation was all-encompassing. The panic set in; sweat dripping from my brow, I could barely discern the cries of anguish and desperation echoing from the other offices. 
+
+I staggered across the shattered floor, the sensation of stepping on glass an insignificant detail compared to the terror of standing on the brink of a fate that seemed unavoidable. It felt as if the building itself was breathing, inhaling a suffocating gasp before the final exhale. I considered my options, and the reality that the elevator would most likely not be an option, due to the sheer weight of the skyscraper’s demise.
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+The only way out seemed to be through the stairwell, a winding maze of steel stairs, now swaying in sync with the building's tremors. I gripped the railing, and made my way down. The darkness descended upon me like a suffocating cloak, forcing me to rely on the flickering emergency lights that seemed to taunt my failing senses. 
+
+My thoughts raced as I clambered down the steps. How long would it take for the emergency services to reach the tower? For all I knew, they might be dealing with a similar tragedy elsewhere. The sound of distant explosions echoed through the stairwell, an infernal symphony announcing the end of all that the tower had once promised.
+
+I couldn’t shake the feeling of utter dread. It was as if the skyscraper itself was alive, and now, it was unraveling, a cruel parody of the ambition and hubris that birthed it. My legs trembled, and my breaths quickened with each passing step. In the suffocating darkness, I clung to the hope that the emergency exits would hold, that the doors at the base of the skyscraper would open into the embrace of safety, rather than another leap into the void.
+
+But the building was relentless in its decline. The stairwell creaked and groaned with each step, as if echoing my own torment. With every sway, the air felt thicker, more suffocating, and I felt a sudden realization of the transience of life. My mind flashed images of loved ones, of memories, and the sudden cruelty of this world in snatching away the fragile thread that was the human connection.
+
+The final stair was a struggle, the tremors increasing in intensity. As I finally grasped the steel door, my heart thudded so loudly that I feared it would drown out any cries for help. With trembling fingers, I twisted the knob and, with an unnerving groan, the door gave way, opening to reveal a chasm of smoke and chaos. The skyscraper, a monument to the folly of mankind, had been shattered by some unseen force, the dark tendrils of the unknown, in a crescendo of horror that would haunt those who escaped for all their days.
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+I stepped through the doorway and into the infernal maze beyond, my mind still reeling from the terrifying events. As the building collapsed behind me, the shadowy silhouette of the skyline loomed over the scene of devastation, a twisted memorial to the hubris that once promised to defy the confines of the earth.
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+This was the end. The beginning of a new reality, forged in the crucible of terror, where the only thought left to contemplate was the question of what might come next. As I clambered through the wreckage, the echoes of the shattered skyscraper’s final cries followed me into an uncertain future. The night had claimed another victory, and in its dark heart, there would be no respite.
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 With a wave to his newly-found ally, Leo stepped outside, a lion once more, a star no more. The battle raged in the fading twilight, but within him, the embers of a new hope smoldered. His type, after all, was not a creature of the spotlight. It was a creature of love, and perhaps, just perhaps, that love, could flourish in the dim light of the limelight, casting an undeterred glow in the stormy, uncharted waters.
 
+<B>GENERATION 2:</B>
+
+(Alpaca, Temp .8, rep pen 1.08)
+
+The sun dipped towards the horizon, casting a golden glow on the quaint Welsh village, as if to lend an air of romance to the impending events. The rustle of pages and the warm scent of books filled the small, cozy town bookstore, nestled among the other humble shops. A young woman with curls escaping her bun, a frown etched between her eyebrows, flipped through the latest Shakespeare edition, unaware that the door of her sanctuary had just opened to an unexpected visitor.
+
+A sudden gasp and a rustle from the racks brought her head up. The sound was followed by a pair of camera flashes, illuminating the entrance of the bookstore. Before she could gather her thoughts, the door swung shut, leaving an elegant figure at its threshold: the famous, but troubled, actor Liam Harrington.
+
+Far from his usual attire, he sported a pair of sunglasses, a baseball cap, and a hoodie, doing little to hide his unmistakable features. His eyes flickered over the rows of books, his smile ready for the cameras, but they were nowhere in sight. He exhaled, relieved and instantly intrigued by the cosy setting.
+
+"Afternoon," he drawled, his voice as smooth as honey. He strode towards the counter with a languid grace, the kind that made even his clumsy disguise seem effortless. Alys, the bookstore owner, looked up from her book, not impressed by the entrance, but certainly intrigued.
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+"Afternoon," she replied, returning to her reading without breaking a beat. The rogue in question cocked an eyebrow at the lack of awe, the charm that usually flowed so freely caught behind a dam of indifference.
+
+"Quite the selection, you have here," Liam said, eyeing the bookshelves with feigned interest. "Looking for something in particular, or do you just read whatever catches your fancy?" 
+
+Alys finally glanced up, her emerald eyes appraising the man before her, and a small smirk graced her lips. "I read to make ends meet," she retorted, her voice hinting at cynicism. "But if I have to guess, I'd say you're in the mood for a mystery."
+
+The actor's smile faltered, but he quickly regained his composure, the charm offensive resuming. "A woman with intuition," he said, taking a step closer to the counter. "A rare find. How did you know?"
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+"You're wearing your disguise as loosely as you wear your heart on your sleeve," she replied, her eyes diving back into her book, the words now an afterthought.
+
+Liam inhaled, his rogue instincts stumbling at the lack of admiration and adoration. "Well, you're a breath of fresh air, Miss..." He waited for her to introduce herself, the charm temporarily thwarted by this intriguing bookstore owner.
+
+"Beyond," she said, still not looking up. "Alys Beyond." 
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+"Miss Beyond," he began, his voice tight, but the effort was undeniably charming, "I'm an admirer of your establishment. Would you do me the honor and perhaps recommend a book to suit the mood I seem to be in?"
+
+Alys let out a sigh, her gaze finally lifting from the page. "How about 'The Maltese Falcon,' by Dashiell Hammett," she said, tapping the cover of the book she had just closed. "It'll do for your disguised drama." 
+
+Liam's smile faltered and reassembled, but there was a hint of a blush that marched up his neck, betraying the fragile ego that needed to be fed. "Well," he said, his tone more genuine as the charm lost its grip, "I must confess I'm not accustomed to this brand of recommendation."
+
+"And yet, here we are," she replied with a shrug, her eyes lingering on him for a moment before returning to the book. Inwardly, though, she was as flustered as he was by this unwelcome attraction, an unspoken chemistry sparking between them. 
+
+The air hummed with the tension, but Liam could not stay away from its allure. "May I also get a recommendation for a town with a strong thespian heart?" he asked, stepping closer to the counter, his hand lingering on the edge of it. The scent of his cologne and the heat radiating from his body sent a shiver down Alys' spine, despite her best efforts.
+
+"There's an old, run-down theatre a few miles away," she told him. "I doubt you'd find anything theatrically fulfilling in it, though." 
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+Liam's smile broadened, and his charm took a firm hold. "Perhaps I could be the one to breathe life into it once again." He winked, his hand brushing against Alys' as he moved out from behind the counter.
+
+Alys' cheeks flamed, and she fumbled with the 'The Maltese Falcon,' trying to collect her thoughts. "I wouldn't hold your breath," she told him, but her voice had softened, the superficial rebuffs falling away as she was swept up in an unforeseen romance.
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+"You never know, love has a knack for defying expectations." Liam handed her a card with his phone number. "Should the theatre's spirit get to you," he added, "and should you want a second opinion, feel free to give me a ring." 
+
+With that, the famous rogue left as suddenly as he had arrived, leaving Alys in a flurry of unspoken emotions and an intoxicating scent. The door banged shut, and she could hear the faint echo of the paparazzi's fervor beyond the cozy confines of her bookstore, yet the lingering warmth from Liam's presence remained.
+
+In the tranquility of a late Welsh evening, as the sun set on another day, the seeds for an unconventional romance were sown in the heart of a small-town bookstore. Unbeknownst to the world outside, a love that defied the glare of the limelight had begun to take shape.
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 Thus ended the tale of the Orion, of the bravery and the love of a crew that reached for the stars. The last transmission would carry the essence of their quest, the spirit of man's insatiable thirst for the unknowable. A reminder of the bonds we forge, the sacrifice we are willing to pay, and the price we pay for the sacred bond of human connection.
 
+<B>GENERATION 2:</B>
+
+(Alpaca, Temp .8, rep pen 1.08)
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+In the dimly lit cockpit, the faint beeping of the dying computer was the only sound that filled the vast emptiness of space. The last member of the crew, Captain Merrick, sat hunched over the control panel, his eyes fixed on the screen that showed a 9% power remaining. A sense of urgency and desperation clung to him like the cold of the dark void outside.
+
+The walls of the small space were lined with levers, buttons, and dials, all covered in thick layers of dust. The once sleek and shining controls had succumbed to the rigors of an ill-fated mission. Merrick's fingers hovered over the communication device, the only lifeline to the world he yearned for so desperately.
+
+Isolation had become his companion, a silent and unforgiving one. The crew had vanished, one by one, their bodies claimed by the merciless grip of the vacuum. Merrick had lost all sense of time; in this tomb, days blended into weeks, and the only solace he'd find was in the knowledge that soon his end would come.
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+With a shaky hand, he entered the coordinates for Earth, his knuckles turning white from the strain. The 1% mark disappeared as the computer initiated a search for the nearest satellites to relay his message. The beeping grew louder, and Merrick's heart pounded with each passing second.
+
+It was an irony that the mission had set out to explore the limits of the cosmos while sacrificing the most fundamental aspects of human life: connection and community. As the captain scrolled through the list of the crew members who were now just names on a screen, he couldn't help but feel that the very essence of humanity, the need for companionship, had been left behind in the quest to conquer the final frontier.
+
+He began typing with frantic haste: "To the people of Earth, this is Captain Merrick. We failed to make contact and bring back the information we set out to acquire. As I am writing these words, the power is failing, and my time is short. I have lost the crew, but their sacrifice must not be in vain. The loneliness has consumed me, and it was a price I did not envision when I set forth. Humanity, do not allow this to be repeated. For the sake of the human spirit, understand that isolation can drive the mind into darkness."
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+The 3% mark vanished, but the computer refused to die. As Merrick's fingers clattered over the keys, his mind raced back to the moments he had shared with the crew, their laughter, and camaraderie. The memories of their faces brought tears to his eyes, a sharp reminder of the human connection he now sought in vain.
+
+"Remember," he continued, "that it is in our heart's deepest corners where the hunger for companionship is nurtured. It is an instinct as primal as survival. Do not let the lure of technology and science push this need to the side. In the end, the stars may be unattainable, but the comfort of another’s presence will always be a journey within reach."
+
+A final look at the dwindling power, the 1% mark hovered in the corner like the ghostly hand of time. The computer whirred louder, as if urging him to continue. He needed to send the message that would echo through the ages, and with the determination of a man standing on the edge, he hammered out his final words: "Honor our memories, the lost souls of this mission. For in the end, it is the connections we make here that give the journey meaning. We were not alone, but we are no more."
+
+A heavy breath escaped him, and the computer, as if acknowledging the importance of the message, emitted a long, drawn-out beep. The connection was made. Through a cosmic irony, the power in the cockpit surged, and the 9% reappeared. Merrick’s eyes widened in disbelief, but he did not pause. The message had been sent, and now, as the light returned to the cockpit, he knew what he needed to do.
+
+He retrieved a tool from the clutter on the panel, a device meant for repairs, and with an expression of acceptance, he pointed it at his heart. The last transmission was just the beginning. The story would inspire, and though the loneliness had taken its toll, the captain made the ultimate sacrifice, leaving behind an unforgettable plea.
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+As the computer emitted a series of beeps signaling the message's success, Merrick closed his eyes and embraced the void, leaving the fate of humanity to reflect upon the significance of the connections we forge in our brief time on earth. A testament to the importance of human bond in the face of adversity, it was a lesson that would be remembered, long after the cockpit fell silent.
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