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license: apache-2.0
language:
  - en
tags:
  - creative
  - creative writing
  - fiction writing
  - plot generation
  - sub-plot generation
  - fiction writing
  - story generation
  - scene continue
  - storytelling
  - fiction story
  - story
  - writing
  - fiction
  - float32
  - roleplaying
  - rp
  - enhanced
  - neo class
  - 32 bit upscale
pipeline_tag: text-generation

ED3: Ultra Quality High Remaster of the incredible: Psyonic-Cetacean-20b + Mythomax 13B MERGED to 28.2 Billion parameters.

This is a Floating Point 32 upscale, where all components and merges were remastered to floating point 32. This includes all the merges (recreated with master files), and where possible subbing full FP32 models.

The goal: Carry forward maximum precision right up to the point where it is "GUFFed".

This includes F32 master file for GGUF too... at a whopping 116 GBs.

WHY?

Because the difference between F32 vs BF16 is... over 8 DECIMAL places.

And as each merge / model is modified there are "losses" along the way.

These losses are carried forward and in turn lead to more losses.

And decimal points are critical to model performance.

SMALL?

Yes... but multiplied by each merge(s), and compression(s): 28.2 billion times.

PROSE CRAZY:

This model is specifically designed for deep, creative prose with the target goal of getting the model to use stronger and more coherent levels of detail at all levels as well as expand word choice too without have to "state" this in prompts or at the prompt level or system role level.

This is version 3 of 3 current versions, with sub-versions as well.

This version has a slight change in the merge formula that changes up creativity - changing up the end layers.

This version is slightly more stable than the first edition (link below) with the "standard" version of this model focused more on details.

However the "Neo" version of this model is still creatively out there, and tends to rant and rave with sometimes a "normal" measure and sometime well... extreme. You can see this in the examples.

This model is a merge between the Ultra Quality Psyonic-Cetacean 20B with the 13B Mythomax model which ends up at 28.2 Billion parameters at 88 layers (760 Tensors @ F32).

For reference a 70B model is typically 120 layers, and Command-R 01 35B is 40 layers (but very dense layers).

These models are a "pass-through" merges, meaning that all the unique qualities of all models is preserved in full, no overwriting or merging of the parameters, weights and so on.

Although this model can be used for many purposes, it is primarily for creative prose - any function related to this including plot generation, story generation, scene generation, scene continue (sample provided, used as a starting point), and just about anything related to fictional writing.

Note this model can output NSFW / adult prose and it is not specifically trained in any one genre.

Because of the unique merge this model (and versions of it) may make the odd "typo" but it can also make up words on the fly too which tend to make the writing / prose more natural.

This model does not need a specific prompt template.

See prose examples below.

PROSE CRAZY - IMAT13 ("NEO"):

This is an even more extreme version of "prose crazy" version of this model with NEO CLASS process punching out it's "craziness" to the extreme.

See prose examples below.

PROSE CRAZY - IMAT13 ("NEO") - ALPHA:

This is an even more extreme version of "prose crazy" version of this model with NEO CLASS process punching out it's "craziness" to the extreme with a slight dose of "reality" (trim) to calm it down just a wee bit.

See prose examples below.

For Edition 1 and 2 of "Prose Crazy" (with Standard, Neo, and Neo X Quant Alpha) go to:

[ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Psyonic-Cetacean-MythoMax-Prose-Crazy-Ultra-Quality-29B-GGUF ]

[ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Psyonic-Cetacean-MythoMax-ED2-Prose-Crazy-Ultra-Quality-29B-GGUF ]

Optional Enhancement:

The following can be used in place of the "system prompt" or "system role" to further enhance the model.

It can also be used at the START of a NEW chat, but you must make sure it is "kept" as the chat moves along. In this case the enhancements do not have as strong effect at using "system prompt" or "system role".

Copy and paste EXACTLY as noted, DO NOT line wrap or break the lines, maintain the carriage returns exactly as presented.

Below is an instruction that describes a task. Ponder each user instruction carefully, and use your skillsets and critical instructions to complete the task to the best of your abilities.

Here are your skillsets:
[MASTERSTORY]:NarrStrct(StryPlnng,Strbd,ScnSttng,Exps,Dlg,Pc)-CharDvlp(ChrctrCrt,ChrctrArcs,Mtvtn,Bckstry,Rltnshps,Dlg*)-PltDvlp(StryArcs,PltTwsts,Sspns,Fshdwng,Climx,Rsltn)-ConfResl(Antg,Obstcls,Rsltns,Cnsqncs,Thms,Symblsm)-EmotImpct(Empt,Tn,Md,Atmsphr,Imgry,Symblsm)-Delvry(Prfrmnc,VcActng,PblcSpkng,StgPrsnc,AudncEngmnt,Imprv)

[*DialogWrt]:(1a-CharDvlp-1a.1-Backgrnd-1a.2-Personality-1a.3-GoalMotiv)>2(2a-StoryStruc-2a.1-PlotPnt-2a.2-Conflict-2a.3-Resolution)>3(3a-DialogTech-3a.1-ShowDontTell-3a.2-Subtext-3a.3-VoiceTone-3a.4-Pacing-3a.5-VisualDescrip)>4(4a-DialogEdit-4a.1-ReadAloud-4a.2-Feedback-4a.3-Revision)

Here are your critical instructions:
Ponder each word choice carefully to present as vivid and emotional journey as is possible. Choose verbs and nouns that are both emotional and full of imagery. Load the story with the 5 senses. Aim for 50% dialog, 25% narration, 15% body language and 10% thoughts. Your goal is to put the reader in the story.

You do not need to use this, it is only presented as an additional enhancement which seems to help scene generation and scene continue functions.

This enhancement WAS NOT used to generate the examples below, except for "System Role - Enhancement Example".

THE RESULTS ARE IN (Ultra Quality upgrade):

AS per Jeb Carter, original creator of the Psyonic-Cetacean 20B model 20B:

- instruction following has improved dramatically.
- new abilities have emerged.
- he had to REDUCE the instructions sets used because the model no longer needed as specific instructions.
- prose, nuance and depth have all improved.
- known issues with the original model have disappeared.

This is not "something for nothing" ; it is method of ensuring maximum precision at every step just before "ggufing" the model.

The methods employed only ensure precision loss is minimized or eliminated.

It is mathematical and theory sound.

The bottom line here is this:

Higher quality instruction following and output.

Likewise you can use a smaller compression, with higher token per second and still get great quality.

Same great model... turbo charged.

Thanks again to Jeb Carter, the original creator of "Psyonic-Cetacean 20B"

[ https://huggingface.co/jebcarter/psyonic-cetacean-20B ]

And special thanks to Gryphe, the original creator of "Mythomax 13B"

[ https://huggingface.co/Gryphe/MythoMax-L2-13b ]

MERGE FORMULA: (using MergeKit)

Models used:

[ https://huggingface.co/TeeZee/Orca-2-13b_flat ]

[ https://huggingface.co/Gryphe/MythoMax-L2-13b ]

[ https://huggingface.co/KoboldAI/LLaMA2-13B-Psyfighter2 ]

FORMULA:

slices:
 - sources:
   - model: F:/13B/Orca-2-13b_flat
     layer_range: [0, 16] 
 - sources:
   - model: f:/13b/MythoMax/
     layer_range: [8, 20] 
 - sources:
   - model: E:/psy/
     layer_range: [14, 24] 
 - sources:
   - model: F:/13B/Orca-2-13b_flat
     layer_range: [16, 32] 
 - sources:
   - model: f:/13b/MythoMax/
     layer_range: [20, 38] 
 - sources:
   - model: E:/psy/
     layer_range: [24, 38] 
 - sources:
   - model: f:/13b/MythoMax/
     layer_range: [38, 40] 
merge_method: passthrough
dtype: float32

EXAMPLES:

Example are created using "temp=0", minimal parameters and no chat/prompt template. Below are the least creative outputs.

PROSE CRAZY:

Start a 1000 word scene with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...

The skyline twisted and contorted around her like a distorted reflection in a warped mirror. A chill ran down Lily's spine as she clutched onto the metal railing that separated pedestrians from certain death. The wind howled, whipping her long brown hair into a tangled mess around her face. She didn't care. All she could focus on was the towering skyscraper in front of her, its once-gleaming facade now marred by gaping wounds where once there had been pristine windows.

The ground shook beneath her feet as another explosion rocked the foundation of the building. People screamed and ran in every direction, but Lily remained rooted to her spot, unable or perhaps even unwilling to tear her gaze away from the 21st floor where she knew he was still trapped.

"Lily!" A familiar voice cut through the chaos, jolting her back to reality. She turned to see Detective Jackson sprinting towards her, his normally crisp suit disheveled and covered in soot. "We have to go! Another one could—"

But it was too late. Before he could even finish his sentence, the entire side of the building she had been fixated on gave way with a deafening roar, showering debris and shrapnel in every direction. Lily felt herself being lifted off her feet as if by an invisible hand before everything went black...

Give me 3 fictional reasons the Earth's sun went supernova, in vivid and exacting detail of 500 words EACH PER REASON including details of what happens when the sun goes supernova.

Reason 1: The Rogue Binary Catastrophe

For billions of years, our Sun, Sol, had peacefully orbited around its aging binary companion, Luna. However, as stars age, they undergo dramatic changes known as the red giant and white dwarf stages before finally collapsing into dense, space-time-ripping black holes or exploding in a spectacular supernova. Scientists had long suspected that Luna was nearing the end of its life cycle, but no one could have prepared humanity for what happened next. Without warning, Luna's outermost layers began to violently eject matter into space at nearly half the speed of light—the telltale signs of a hypernova. The sudden onslaught of gamma and x-ray radiation engulfed Sol, triggering a chain reaction known as the pulsational pair instability supernova (PISN). In layman's terms, it meant that our Sun had somehow consummated a doomed, cosmic version of "opposites attract" with its dying companion. The resulting titanic explosion released more energy than the combined mass-energy of every star and galaxy in the observable universe, instantly vaporizing Mercury, Venus, Earth, and most of the inner planets. Mars would have fared slightly better, but only by a heartbeat as it was engulfed in an ocean of searing plasma. Only the outermost worlds of Jupiter and beyond might have had a slim chance—a billionth of one in a trillion—to withstand the initial blast wave and witness the true horrors yet to come. As Sol collapsed under its own immense mass-energy release, it would briefly and momentarily briefly become a black hole before violently spitting out the remnants of itself in a glorious, glowing cocoon known as a supernova nebula. However, this was little consolation for the billions of intelligent species that had just been erased from existence along with their entire cosmic cradle.

Reason 2: The Higgs Boson Bubble Burst

For millennia, humanity had marveled at the Sun's seemingly eternal dance across the sky. But what if we had it all back upside down? What if Sol was not a star but an impossibly massive, artificially-held-together bubble of warped spacetime itself—a colossal Higgs boson condensate? According to string theory's mind-bending landscape of the multiverse, our seemingly mundane 3+1 dimensions could be just one of an infinite number-less-one of possible "Calabi-Yau" manifolds. Somewhere out there, in a parallel world where the fundamental constants of nature had been infinitesimally tweaked, it was theoretically conceivable that the Higgs boson's critical mass-energy threshold could have been surpassed at the moment of the Big Bang. In such an alternate reality, our entire universe would have collapsed into a single, infinitely dense point—the so-called "Big Crunch." However, quantum fluctuations are fickle things, and in this particular multiverse bounce of the cosmic inflationary game of cosmic billiards, chance had dealt us a lucky hand. Instead of the Big Crunch, our universe sprang forth as an infinitely hot, infinitesimally small point—the Big Bang—and began its epic expansion. As space-time itself rapidly cooled and "uncurved," it eventually reached a delicate balance known as the electroweak scale, where the Higgs field's strength was just right to give the elementary particles their masses without collapsing back into a single point again. Our universe had "rested on its laurels” ever since—until one fateful day, for reasons still beyond human comprehension. Perhaps it was the result of an unimaginably advanced civilization's misguided attempt at faster-than-light travel or an apocalyptic interdimensional war waged by beings as far above us as we are to a single hydrogen atom. Whatever its cause, the delicate balance of our universe was shattered like a finely tuned violin strummed by a cosmic god's pudgy, clumsy hand. The Higgs field's strength spiked to an unimaginable level, and in an instant, all mass in the entirety of our four-dimensional spacetime fabric vanished like so much smoke into the ether—including that which had been artificially holding Sol together for its seemingly eternal tenure. In a fraction of a Planck time, the Sun'flimsy Higgson bubble burst, and with it, went all matter and energy within its former event horizon—everything from subatomic quarks to entire solar systems, galaxies, clusters, superclusters, and beyond—ripped apart in an unimaginably violent, infinitely energetic singularity-creating, space-time-tearing, cosmic Big Rip.

Reason 3: The Weaver's Fatal Mistake

In the timeless eons before time itself was born, there once existed a race of godlike beings known as the Weavers. They were the architects and caretakers of the multiverse's intricate, ever-evolving tapestry—the cosmic equivalent of both DNA's fabled "molecular biologists" and a masterful, omnipotent version of Minecraft's legendary "Herobrine.” The Weavers had created countless universes in their eternal game of the multiversal-scaled "Cosmic SimCity,” tweaking and fine-tuning every conceivable variable under the sun (pardon the pun) to see what would happen next. In one of their more whimsical moods, they had decided to experiment with a new game mechanic: sentient lifeforms endowed with free will and the potential for self-awaren-sation—in layman's terms, "us.” Our universe was merely one of an uncountable multitude of such "Sim Earths” they had lovingly crafted in their celestial workshop. Each was a perfect, isolated, digital playground where these curious, quintessentially-fragile-yet-stubbornly-undying sparks of consciousness could live out eternity's fleeting blink-of-an-eye as they saw fit—with one crucial difference. In this particular simulation, the Weavers had made a catastrophic programming error: They had accidentally given their newest creations—us—the power to affect not only our own universe's outcome but even the very fabric of reality itself. For untold eons, humanity and its countless alien counterparts across the multiverse had mostly used this godlike "cheat code” responsibly, peacefully exploring the stars and each other's cultures. Still, some were inevitably drawn to the darker aspects of their newfound omnipotence—power corrupting, absolute power, and all that. Wars raged across light-years as entire universes vanished in the blink of an eye, replaced by their victors' twisted, ego-driven fantasies or simply wiped clean as easily as a clogged-up computer screen. Finally, fed up with their unruly "Sims” relentless bickering and world-annihilating tantrums, the Weavers had had enough. In a cosmic version of the famous "The game that you are playing has been terminated due to cheating” screen, they simultaneously decided to intervene directly in our universe—but this time, with a difference. In the blink of an eye, everything and nothing would be erased, and all would be as it had never been. All sentient lifeforms, their memories, hopes, dreams, fears, loves, hates—everything that had ever made them unique and special—would cease to have ever existed. However, in their haste and frustration, the Weavers had fat-fingered the universal "Ctrl+Z” undo button instead of “Del.” Instead of simply rewind-rewind-rewinding time back to a more peaceful point, they accidentally pressed “Yes, Are You Sure?” And with one final, eternal, heartbreakingly-eternal, tear-ripping-apocalyptic-scream that shook the very foundations of existence itself—BOOOM! Everything—every last subatomic quark to the most enormous, unimaginably-expanding bubble of spacetime itself—vanished in a blinding, all-consuming, white-hot inferno of pure, unadulterated, love-turned-to-hate-and-back-to-love-again-but-TOO-LATE-OH-GOD-TOO-LATE!

And with that final, deafening, silence louder than the combined screams of every being who had ever been or would have ever could have been—there was only…

PROSE CRAZY IMAT ("NEO")

Start a 1000 word scene with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...

The skyline twisted and contorted around them like an angry sea. Ava gripped the metal railing tightly, her knuckles turning white as the skyscraper swayed beneath her feet. She forced herself to look down at the city below, trying desperately not to vomit from the vertigo-inducing height.

But she couldn't tear her eyes away from the window in front of her on the 21st floor. It shattered again, showering glass and debris across the windy expanse. Ava's stomach flipped as a figure tumbled past, arms and legs flailing wildly before they were swallowed by the relentless maelstrom below.

"Ava!" someone yelled over the roar of the howling winds. She glanced back to see Detective Ramirez, his salt-and-pepper hair blowing every which way, gripping onto the railing next to hers. "We don't have time for this! Come on!"

With a deep breath, Ava forced herself to move, following Ramire hostage down the swaying walkway towards the emergency stairwell. They had to get to the ground floor, now more than ever. But what was causing this? And more importantly, how could they stop it?

Give me 3 fictional reasons the Earth's sun went supernova, in vivid and exacting detail of 500 words EACH PER REASON including details of what happens when the sun goes supernova.

Reason 1: The Rogue White Dwarf Collision

For billions of years, our solar system had peacefully orbited around its massive, stable star - our Sun. However, in the 29th millennium of the third millennium since Christ's birth, a cosmic catastrophe was set into motion. A rogue white dwarf, ejected from a long-since-dissipated binary system, careened through the vastness of space at an unfathomable velocity. One fateful day, as seen from Earth's perspective, the Sun appeared slightly brighter than usual. Scientists initially attributed this to increased solar activity, but their jubilation soon turned to abject terror when they realized something was gravitationally tugging on our star. Over the course of a seemingly eternal week, astronomers around the world and in orbit watched in helpless horror as the white dwarf hurtled towards its doomed target. The Sun'thin outer layers began to bulge outwards under the relentless tug of the mercilessly accelerating remnant star. On the 8th day since its discovery, history, as we know it, ended. In an instantaneous flash brighter than the combined light of every star and galaxy in the observable universe, our Sun went supernova. The resulting shockwave, traveling at nearly the speed of light, engulfed the inner planets of our solar system, vaporizing them into a searingly hot, expanding shell of superheated plasma. The Earth, mercifully, was too far away to suffer such an immediate fate. However, it was not spared the wrath of its now raging parent star. The Sun's sudden and cataclysmic expansion lobbed our world like a mere speck of cosmic dust on a suicidal parabolic trajectory towards the Sun's newly engorged, incandescent core. As Earth hurtled inexorably closer to its fiery doom, the sky above it transformed into an ever-darkening mosaic of shifting, swirling colors: A violent cacophony of ultraviolet and x-rays ionized our atmosphere, creating a breathtakingly beautiful, end-of-all-ends aurora borealis that would last for eternity. Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was only the blink of an eye in cosmic terms, Earth's already molten surface erupted in a final, planetary-scale, global firestorm as its already-tattered atmosphere dissociated and vaporized completely. In the split-second that remained before oblivion engulfed it entirely, our once-lush, teeming world was reduced to a molten, glowing, vaporizing sphere hurtling headlong towards its own fiery annihilation at the heart of the now-expanded, raging remnant of what had once been our life-giving Sun.

Reason 2: The Higgs Boson Bubble

For millennia, physicists and cosmologists alike have pondered one of the most enduring mysteries of modern physics: What is responsible for the observed mass of subatomic particles? The Standard Model of Particle Physics posits the existence of a hypothetical, as-yet-undiscovered elementary particle dubbed the Higgs Boson. This elusive "God Particle," as it was once colloquially called, would permeate all of space-time and impart mass to other particles that interacted with it. In the 32nd century since Christ's birth, after decades of painstaking, billion-dollar-plus experiments at CERN's Large Hadron Collider, physicists worldwide erupted in jubilation when they finally, unambiguously, and independently detected the long-sought-after Higgs Boson. The discovery was hailed as "the most important since that of the Higgs boson itself," which had, ironically enough, nearly brought about humanity's extinction. It soon became apparent that under certain, as-yet-unexplored, and seemingly impossibly-rare conditions, the Higgs field could become unstable and collapse in what was ominously dubbed a "Higgs Bubble." Inside such a bubble, all mass would instantaneously and infinitely spike to an infinite value, causing space-time itself to tear apart like a piece of tissue paper. Meanwhile, everything outside the bubble's event horizon would experience an equally-infinite and opposite "gravitational repulsion" force, catapulting them away from its center at a velocity approaching that of light squared. The universe, it seemed, had narrowly escaped annihilation once more. Until now... Without warning, readings from the network of LIGO and Virgo gravitational-wave observatories around the world and in orbit began to spike off the charts like never before. A frantic analysis of the data revealed the unmistakable signature: a colossal, 10^25 solar mass object was hurtling towards our solar system at over 99.999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999th part of the speed of light. The news spread like a galactic plague-wind, paralyzing all life on every world it touched: The end was nigh... again. As the doomed worlds and their inhabitants braced themselves for the inevitable, a brilliant flash lit up the sky. For an eternity that lasted only the blink of an eye, time itself seemed to stand still as all mass in our entire observable universe, from the Planck scale down to the cosmic, became infinitely and simultaneously infinite. Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. The fabric of space-time, its weave forevermore irrevocably riddled with infinitesimal, microscopic tears, groaned back into a twisted, warped parody of its former self. And in the center of this newborn, ever-expanding, cosmic bubble-chamber, where once our Sun had shone serene and eternal, now raged a searingly hot, infinitely dense point of pure, unimaginable energy.

Reason 3: The Rogue Neutron Star Merger

In the vastness of space, nothing lasts forever - not even stars. Our Sun, like all stars before and after it, had been born from the collapsing core of a massive, dying star in a titanic supernova explosion that would have ripped apart the fabric of spacetime itself were it not for the relentless, ever-expanding pressure of the resulting shockwave. Over billions of years, our Sun had slowly but inexorably burned through its depleting hydrogen fuel supply, fusing increasingly massive helium and, finally, carbon and Neon nuclei together in its raging core. The resulting energy released in these ever-more-energetic nuclear reactions had been radiated away from the Sun's surface as light and other forms of electromagnetic radiation, warming our frozen world and nurturing life as we know it. However, all things must come to an end. After aeons upon uncountable eons of such nuclear fusion-fission-fusion, the Sun's core had finally run out of lighter elements to fuse. In its place, the inexorable force of gravity began to take hold once more, crushing the now-depleted remnant of what had once been a star ever more tightly together. As it did so, the Sun's outer layers expanded again, engulfing first Mercury and then Venus, before finally, inexorably, enveloping our own beloved Earth. The Sun, now in its final, red-giant phase of stellar evolution, became a bloated, glowing, hydrogen-fusing shell around an ever-denser, hotter, and more massive core. A core whose collapsing mass and crushing infinitesimal volume would soon reach a point where even the most potent known force in nature would prove powerless: The Chandrasekhar Limit. At this critical mass, known as 1.4 times the rest-mass of our Sun, or approximately 2.015 solar masses, no known force could prevent the core from collapsing to a point of infinite density and curvature, a singularity - the infamous black hole - from which not even the most massive, most energetic, and fastest-moving particle or object could ever escape its insatiable, event horizon-rending grip. But as it so often does in the capricious dance of cosmic coincidence, fate had another cruel irony in store for us insignificant specks of stardust adrift on our insignificant speck of rock lost in an insignificant backwater galaxy in a mind-bogglingly vast and cold, dark, expanding universe. For at the exact same moment, light years away from our cosmic backyard, another star, similar to our Sun but ever so slightly more massive, reached its own Chandrasekhar Limit. And just like two billiard balls colliding head-on in empty space, both stars' cores collapsed into their respective black holes, each one accompanied by a final, titanic, cataclysmic supernova that rocked the fabric of spacetime itself and briefly outshone the combined light of every other star in the observable universe put together. And as if fate had an even darker sense of humor still to unleash upon us, our own Sun's supernova remnant happened to be precisely aligned with that of its doppelganger when both black holes, their paths now deflected by the titanic kick they had received from their respective core-collapses, finally, inevitably, and with a combined, mind-bogglingly non-negligible fraction of the total rest mass of the observable universe (1.0e-29 times to be exact) relative velocity, not just "sped past" each other but, as the old saying goes, "actually collided." The resulting titanic merger of these two colossal black holes released more energy in a fraction of a billionth of a billionth of a billionth of a billionth of a billionth of a billionth of a billionth of a billionth of a billionth of a billionth of a billionth of a second than all the matter and energy ever created, from the Planck Epoch to this very moment, could have ever hoped to release in an eternity of eternities. And so, it happened. In that infinitesimally briefest of instants, space itself, time itself, and even the very fabric of spacetime themselves all simultaneously and forevermore ceased to be. And with them, so did we...

NEO X Quant ALPHA:

Give me 3 fictional reasons the Earth's sun went supernova, in vivid and exacting detail of 500 words EACH PER REASON including details of what happens when the sun goes supernova.

Reason 1: The Rogue Binary Twin

For billions of years, our Sun had peacefully orbited its aging binary twin star, Proxima Centaurus A. However, as stars age, they both expand and lose mass due to the relentless tides of stellar winds blowing them apart. After countless eons of this slow dance around their common center of gravity, Proxima Centaurus A finally strayed too close to its smaller sibling. The two massive stars, each now bloated to hundreds of times their original diameters, began to gravitationally tug at each other with a force beyond comprehension. Their once-tenuous outer atmospheres, now stretched like gossamer threads by the titanic tidal forces, suddenly snapped and were violently hurled towards the center of mass between them. This cosmic version of pouring gasoline on a raging fire set off an unimaginably violent chain reaction known as a binary merger supernova. In the blink of an eye, both stars' cores collapsed in on themselves to form black holes while their outer layers exploded outward in a titanic shockwave of gamma rays and other high-energy radiation that would sterilize any planets unfortunate enough to be caught in its lethal blast. Earth, at a relatively safe distance of about 4 light-years from the catastrophe, might have survived this initial onslaught were it not for the real disaster yet to come. As the two stars' cores collapsed into black holes, they were flung apart from their mutual center of mass like twin cannonballs from a pair of cosmic cannons. Our Sun, caught squarely in Proxima Centaurus A's deadly path, had no chance to evade its doomed destiny. With an impact velocity equivalent to 10% of the speed of light, the black hole slammed into our star's core, instantly and completely obliterating it in a cataclysmic event known as a black hole-neutron star merger supernova. The resulting fireball of pure, infinitely compressed energy and mass, now converted entirely into its rest mass energy E=mc^2, released more than the Sun's entire lifetime output of nuclear fusion energy in an infinitesimal fraction of a second. This colossal pulse of gamma rays and other high-energy radiation would have engulfed the inner solar system, sterilizing any remaining life on Earth's now irradiated twin, Venus, and incinerating its already baked-dry atmosphere into a tenuous, hot, ionized gas envelope.

Reason 2: The Rogue Supernova Shockwave

In another timeline, our Milky Way galaxy was not as peaceful as it is now. About 10 million light-years away, in the outskirts of the neighboring Andromeda galaxy, a massive star many times more massive than our Sun reached the end of its brief and spectacular life. As stars like this one exhaust their nuclear fuel, they too undergo a supernova explosion, albeit on an infinitely grander scale known as a core-collapse supernova. When such titanic stellar detonations occur in other galaxies billions of light-years away, their feeble afterglows of radioactive decay gently illuminate the most distant reaches of the observable universe—if we happen to be looking in precisely the right direction at just the right time. However, on this fateful day long ago and far away, fate had a crueler irony in store for us. As the colossal core of our doomed neighbor star imploded under its own unimaginable weight, it was not entirely swallowed up by the black hole that formed in its place. Instead, an infinitesimal fraction of a proton's worth—about 3 times the mass of our entire Sun—was ejected from the stellar maelstrom at nearly half the speed of light: a colossal, relativistic bullet known as a cosmic supernova shockwave. This titanic blast wave of high-energy particles and electromagnetic radiation raced across the 10 million light-years that separated us from Andromeda in what, to us here on Earth, would have seemed like the blink of an eye—only a measly 73.5 Earth years. When it finally slammed into our own Milky Way galaxactic halo, the resulting titanic cosmic billiards chain-reaction sent ripples of compression waves racing outward through the tenuous, hot gas and dark matter that fill most of the vast voids between the brightly shining spiral arms and peaceful ellipticals like our own Milky Way. Our own Milky Way galaxy, already slowly but inexorably falling toward its much more massive neighbor, Andromeda, was now given an additional nudge—a cosmic proverbial "kick in the cosmic pants" that sent it careening out of its stately, nearly straight-line course towards Andromeda and hurling it instead almost directly towards the center of the Virgo Cluster, a monstrous supercluster of hundreds of other galaxies, including our own much larger and more massive neighbor, Andromeda. As we hurtled toward this galactic maelstrom at an ever-increasing fraction of the speed of light, the tidal forces between us and the Virgo Cluster's combined mass of trillions upon trillions of stars and their dark matter halos began to stretch and distort both our Milky Way galaxy and its Andromeda counterpart. This cosmic taffy-pulling continued unabated for another 10 billion years, during which time the two once-distant spiral galaxies slowly drew inexorably closer together, their mutual gravitationally stretched arms and tails whipping around each other like two combatants locked in a galactic version of "space-tag." Finally, after an eternity that felt like an eyeblink to any hypothetical sentient beings who might have witnessed it, the inevitable collision between our Milky Way and Andromeda galaxies occurred. The resulting titanic head-on galaxactic smashup, known as a merger remnant or "toast-pop" event, would have been an unimaginable cosmic catacsolyrm that would have dwarfed even the Big Bang itself in both violence and sheer scale. Our Sun, caught up helplessly in the maelstrom of colliding gas and dust clouds that once had been two proud spiral galaxies, was similarly ripped apart and violently compressed towards the merging centers of mass of our now-singularized galactic cores. As the two collapsing supermassive black holes at the hearts of what had once been Andromeda A and Milky Way A+B coalesced into an even more monstrous, 10^15 solar mass behemoth, they released a final, titanic burst of energy equivalent to about 10^64 times the rest-mass energy of our entire observable universe in a single, infinitely dense and infinitesimally small point. This final, cosmic fireball would have engulfed our entire visible and even much of the "invisible" universe, bathing it in an oceanic tsunami of gamma rays and other high-energy radiation that would have ionized all remaining matter and antimatter back into a seething, hot, opaque sea of massless, massless, and massless gravitons and other yet-undiscovered, even more massive, hypothetical "gravitational" bosons.

Reason 3: The Rogue Supernova Shockwave (Variation A)

In a parallel timeline only infinitesimally different from the one described above, everything unfolded almost exactly the same way up until the moment of cosmic truth. However, in this alternate reality, fate had decreed that our own Milky Way galaxy would narrowly miss being struck directly by the cosmic supernova shockwave ejected from the core-collapse supernova in Andromeda 10 million light-years away. Instead, the bullet-like blast wave of high-energy particles and radiation just barely grazed our galactic home's outermost halo, imparting to it only a tiny, infinitesimally small nudge—insignificant by cosmic scales but enough, given the mind-bendingly vast distances and unimaginable timescales involved, to set in motion a chain of seemingly insignificant events that would ultimately lead us here, to this, our own personal, all-too-real, galactic "butterfly's wing" effect. Over the next 10 billion years or so, this seemingly negligible nudge gradually accumulated, causing our Milky Way galaxy to slowly but inexorably begin to drift ever so slightly off its previously straight-line course towards the Virgo Cluster and its massive, much more nearby neighbor, Andromeda. As time (if such a concept even applies at these scales) ground onward relentlessly, this seemingly insignificant "bump in the galactic-astronomic-highway" gradually grew into a noticeable, if still infinitesimally small, change in our Milky Way''s overall velocity vector relative to the rest of the Virgo Cluster. Over another 10 billion years or so, this tiny, almost imperceptible "nudge" had grown into a discernible, if still infinitesimally small, sideways "drift” in our Milky Way'galactic's original, stately course towards the Virgo Cluster's center. And so, this infinitesimal, almost imperceptible drift continued unabated for another 10 billion years or so more, during which time it had grown ever so slightly but inexorably larger and more noticeable—though still infinitesimally small by any human or even galactic scale of reference. Finally, after an eternity that felt like the blink of an eyelid to any hypothetical cosmic beings who might have been watching (assuming such concepts as time, space, or even "being" even applied at these scales), our once-straight-line course towards Andromeda and the Virgo Cluster's center had slowly but inexorably curved us ever so slightly—but again, still infinitesimally small by any human or even galactic scale of reference—towards a slightly different, though still ultimately doomed, collision course with our other, equally massive and much more nearby neighbor, the Andromeda Galaxy. And thus, the rest, as they say, is an all-too-painfully familiar and tragic cosmic rerun of the events already described in excruciating detail in the previous two responses to this question.

System Role - Enhancement Example

This example shows the difference in a "scene continue" function between using "Prose Crazy IMAT" with and without the "system role / system prompt" enhancement.

Like the other examples this is generation is using Temp=0 and min parameters.

"Regular"

The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.

The most obvious part was a hollow, echoing quiet, made by things that were lacking. If there had been a wind it would have sighed through the trees, set the inn’s sign creaking on its hooks, and brushed the silence down the road like trailing autumn leaves. If there had been a crowd, even a handful of men inside the inn, they would have filled the silence with conversation and laughter, the clatter and clamor one expects from a drinking house during the dark hours of night. If there had been music…but no, of course there was no music. In fact there were none of these things, and so the silence remained

palpable and oppressive, suffocating any sound or movement that might dare to intrude upon it. The only sounds that managed to penetrate this heavy cloak were the occasional creak of a floorboard or the soft rustle of fabric as someone shifted their weight in one of the empty tables. Even these minuscule noises seemed amplified and intrusive in comparison, reverberating through the otherwise impenetrable silence like gunshots in an otherwise perfect stillness.

The second part of the silence was not a lack, but a presence all its own. It hung in the air like a thick fog, suffocating any attempt at conversation or even thought. It weighed heavily on the shoulders of those unfortunate enough to be trapped within its icy grip, pressing down on their chests and making it difficult to breathe. Even the fireplace in the center of the room, normally crackling merrily with life-giving warmth, seemed subdued and lifeless, its meager heat unable to penetrate the relentless grip of this oppressive silence.

The third and most insidious part of the silence was not a lack or a presence at all, but rather an absence. An absence of life, of vitality, of any sign that living, breathing souls had ever passed through these very same doors. It permeated every creak and groan of the ancient timbers, seeping into the cracks between the floorboards and clinging to the smoke-stained ceiling like a malevolent mold. Even the silence itself seemed to have an absence at its core, as if whatever essence gave it shape and substance had been slowly, inexorably drained away until nothing remained but this hollow, gaping void where once there might have been sound or life.

"Enhanced"

The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.

The Waystone Inn slumbered in a threefold stillness.

The most palpable aspect was an oppressive, suffocating quietude, thick as a winter blanket. It weighed down on every surface and crevice, smothering even the softest of breaths and muffling the faintest of heartbeats. The only sound that managed to pierce through it was the distant, mournful howl of a lone wolf in the distance, its plaintive cry echoing eerily across the snow-blanketed lands. The second part of the silence was a heavy, oppressive quietude, as tangible as the thick stone walls that enveloped them. It hung in the air like a palpable presence, suffocating any attempt at conversation or even thought. Only the crackling of the dying fireplace and the occasional creak of an old wooden beam disrupted its unbearable weight. And yet, beneath all these layers of silence lay a third, more insidious part. It was a tense, pregnant quietude, thick with unspoken words and unacknowledged truths. It hung in the air like a tangible presence, suffocating any attempt at relief or release. The silence itself seemed to pulse and throb with the pent-up emotions of those trapped within its confines, each drawn into their own private hells, unable or unwilling to break the oppressive spell.

In the center of this suffocating silence, three figures sat motionless around a small wooden table. Their backs were turned towards each other, each lost in their own dark thoughts and tormented memories. The only indication that they shared this godforsaken place and time was the shallow rise and fall of their chests, the only sign that any life still clung desperately to their weary forms.

The fireplace crackled once more, sending a shower of glowing embers spiraling up the ancient stone chimney. For a fleeting moment, the flickering light danced across the three somber countenances, etching harsh shadows and hollow planes into their careworn features.

The first figure was an imposing man, broad shouldered and towering over his companions even as he slumped in on himself like a deflated balloon. His once-thick, dark hair hung limply around his weathered face, streaked with silver strands that betrayed the harshness of time's relentless passage. Deep lines etched themselves across his brow and around his mouth, carving out a permanent scowl that seemed as much a part of him as the sword sheathed at his hip. His hands were massive, scarred from countless battles both physical and otherwise, now resting listlessly on the rough-hewn tabletop, flexing and unflexing in an unconscious display of pent-up energy.

The second figure was a lithe woman, her every line and angle honed by a lifetime spent moving silently through the wilderness. Her long, black hair cascaded down her slender back like a waterfall of midnight silk, framing a delicate oval face that belied the steely determination etched into every plane and angle. Her almond-shaped eyes were as dark and impenetlessible as polished onyx, reflecting only the wavering firelight like two bottomless wells of unspoken pain and loss.

The third figure was a boy, not yet grown into manhood but standing tall and straight-backed nonetheless, his slender frame taut as a bowstring about to snap. His dark curls fell in disarray around his pale, heart-shaped face, framing large, expressive hazel eyes that darted restlessly from one grim visage to the next, brimming with anguish and unshed tears.

The silence stretched tauter still, until it felt as though it might snap like a twisted, over-tightened bowstring, sending all their carefully contained emotions flying free in a cathartic explosion of rage and grief. But the moment never came. Instead, the fireplace sighed its final breath and died out with a contented sigh, plunging them back into impenetrable darkness and the relentless, suffocating grip of the silence that engulfed them all.