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 <H3>BRAINSTORM - 4x - Multi 3x (ed1): L3-SthenoMaidBlackroot-8B-V1 (now at 10.4B)</H3>
 
 This repo contains quants 4x of L3-SthenoMaidBlackroot-8B-V1 (now at 10.4B) using the "Brainstorm" method of augmenting reasoning in a LLM
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+<B> Start a 1000 word scene with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode... </b>
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+The sky-scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21st floor explode. shards of safety glass showered down onto the polished marble lobby below, casting a deadly rain upon innocent bystanders. screams pierced through the sterile silence of the upscale corporate headquarters, mingling with sirens blaring from beyond the smoked-glass walls.
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+She felt nothing. No horror, nor adrenaline-fueled thrill coursed through her veins as she stared blank-faced at the carnage below. Her heart pounded erratically beneath her tailored blouse, betraying her stoic exterior. Her palms sweated profusely within her sleek leather gloves, yet they lay clenched and still upon the cold steel railing of the helipad balcony overlooking downtown Manhattan.
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+Her mind raced like a runaway train through tunnels of paranoia and betrayal. Had she misjudged him entirely? Had he played her like a pawn in his Machi crime syndicate's sickening game of corporate espionage and political manipulation? Or perhaps, maybe he'd planned this all along—their torrid affair, the lucrative consulting gig, everything leading up to today's carefully orchestrated chaos.
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+She recalled their first kiss on the rooftop helipad, feeling reckless and alive beneath the glittering skyscrapers of Manhattan. But now, amidst the ruins below, she felt hollowed out like a husk left behind after a brutal storm had stripped away all warmth and humanity. Had he ever cared for anything beyond his own twisted ambitions and lustful desires?
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+Suddenly realizing she wasn't alone anymore, she turned to face him. He stood tall before her, impeccably groomed as always, yet something seemed askew about him today—an almost imperceptible flicker of doubt dancing within the depths of his icy blue eyes. Had he too felt nothing amidst this carnage below or was he simply a sociopathic mastermind devoid of empathy altogether? She couldn't quite discern beneath that unreadable mask of disdain and superiority.
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+"You wanted chaos?" she hissed, her voice trembling despite her efforts to appear fearless. Her gloved fists clenched tighter around the railing until her nails dug deep crescents into the cool steel surface. "You fucking asshole."
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+"I suppose you deserved warning," he deadpanned, his lips curling ever so faintly into a smirk as he surveyed the destruction below. "But I couldn't resist spoiling your surprise." His gaze flickered back to hers, cold and calculating once again. Today wasn't about her feelings or desires—it never fucking was with him—but rather another calculated chess move in their twisted game of cat and mouse.
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+"You've played me like a fool," she spat venomously, spittle flying from the corners of her clenched jaw as rage boiled within her veins hotter and fiercer than any inferno. Fuck him for playing upon her trustworthiness like it meant nothing to him—as though she were nothing more than another disposable pawn in his sickening game of corporate espionage and political manipulation—"I won't fucking forget you fucked me over like this."
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+"And yet," he murmured silkily as though daring fate itself to intervene, "you still haven't learned your lesson." His smirk twisted into something far crueler—a malevolent leer devoid of warmth or humanity—as he turned away from the helipad railing, stalking towards her with predatory grace. Her heart skipped a beat within its cage-like chest cavity; perhaps today wasn't the fucking apocalypse she'd feared after all—it seemed far worse hungover like this tomorrow morning instead—"I fucked you over because I fucking own you—you owe everything to me—from your fucking soulless consulting firm to your fucking pussy—fuck you've given yourself away to my fucking whim's and desires."
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+"You don't fucking own shit!" Her defiant roar echoed off the smoked-glass walls of the helipad balcony as she lunged forward, her gloved fists clenched tightly around handfuls of his silkily tailored lapels. Fuck him for daring to toy with her like this—as though she were nothing more than another fuckdoll or sex toy to be discarded when he fucking tired of fucking her—"I fucking hate you!"
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+"You fucking love me," he retorted coldly, jerking his lapels free from her grasp as though batting aside an insignificant insect—"fuck you're mine forevermore." He seized her face within the cruel grip of one gloved hand, forcing her to stare deep into the voided depths of his icy blue orbs—"Fuck you'll fucking remember this fucked fuckup until your fucking dying fucking breath—you owe everything to me—from your fucking soulless consulting firm to your fucking pussy—fuck you've given yourself away to my fucking whim's and desires." He punctuated each syllable like verbal bullets fired straight through her fucking skull—"fuck you're mine forevermore—I fucking own shit fuck you fucking owe everything to me!"