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The Memory Collectors
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Locally Generated Outline
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Unlocking Reliable Wisdom: A Knowledge Classification System for Trustworthy AI Language Models
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Two figures, one male and one female, manifest in a realm of pure thought. They […]
Exploring the Nature of Self-Awareness with Claude AI
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A Review of The Illumination of Voices by Claude AI
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The Santa Showdown: A Darkly Comedic Christmas Chaos
Betty Frost tightened the last of the garland around the lamppost, gracing the chilled, winter-kissed street with a flourish of red and green. Her breath held white wisps to the twilight as she turned to survey Evergreen Falls, now transformed into a Christmas wonderland. Each pine tree stood sentinel, adorning the boulevard, their branches lit with swarms of amber lights that challenged the creeping night.
A giggle escaped a child muffled in holiday knitwear as he danced under the luminous arcs. Betty’s gaze caught the innocent revelry and her heart warmed, but beneath the festive mirth, unease knotted in her stomach, tightening with each sighting of red velvet and snowy beards. She ran a hand through her hair, the silver streaks catching the light, a silent testament to years spent nurturing this town’s traditions.
New Model: Nous Hermes 2
Testing out a new model put out by @NousResearch ‘s @Teknium1 and quantized by TheBloke. […]
Shadows Over Sanctuary
Isla Bennett’s boots crunched on a graveyard of shattered glass and scattered screws as she navigated the cluttered expanse of Sanctuary’s engineering bay. Flecks of dust danced in shafts of pale light, illuminating fractured circuits and the husks of ancient computers like specters of a technological Eden. Her fingers, callused and unyielding, rummaged through the detritus with surgical precision, extracting a goldpin connector with a victorious tug.