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Gemma-3-1b-it-MAX-NEO-Imatrix-GGUF

Google's newest Gemma-3 model (context 32k) with "Neo Imatrix" and "Maxed out" quantization to improve overall performance. 5 examples provided below with prompts at IQ4XS (110 t/s on mid level card). "MAXED" This means the embed and output tensor are set at "BF16" (full precision) for all quants. This enhances quality, depth and general performance at the cost of a slightly larger quant. "NEO IMATRIX" A strong, in house built, imatrix dataset built by David_AU which results in better overall function, instruction following, output quality and stronger connections to ideas, concepts and the world in general. This combines with "MAXing" the quant to improve preformance. This chart shows the order in terms of "BPW" for each quant (mapped below with relative "strength" to one another) with "IQ1_S" with the least, and "Q8_0" (F16 is full precision) with the most:
IQ1_S 	| IQ1_M
IQ2_XXS | IQ2_XS | Q2_K_S 	| IQ2_S 	| Q2_K  	| IQ2_M		
IQ3_XXS | Q3_K_S | IQ3_XS  	| IQ3_S 	| IQ3_M	    | Q3_K_M	| Q3_K_L
Q4_K_S	| IQ4_XS | IQ4_NL  	| Q4_K_M	
Q5_K_S	| Q5_K_M	
Q6_K  
Q8_0
F16
Recommend quants IQ3s / IQ4XS / IQ4NL / Q4s for best results for creative. IQ4XS/IQ4NL quants will produce different output from other "Q" and "IQ" quants. Recommend q5s/q6/q8 for general usage. Quants Q4_0/Q5_0 for portable, phone and other devices. Q8 is a maxed quant only, as imatrix has no effect on this quant. F16 is full precision, with the full "power" of the model. Note that IQ1s performance is low, whereas IQ2s are passable. More information on quants is in the document below "Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers". Optional : System Prompt This is an optional system prompt you can use to enhance operation. Copy and paste exactly as shown, including line breaks. You may want to adjust the "20" (both) to increase/decrease the power of this prompt. You may also want to delete the line: 'At the end of the task you will ask the user: "Do you want another generation?"'
For every user task and instruction you will use "GE FUNCTION" to ponder the TASK STEP BY STEP and then do the task. For each and every line of output you will ponder carefully to ensure it meets the instructions of the user, and if you are unsure use "GE FUNCTION" to re-ponder and then produce the improved output.

At the end of the task you will ask the user: "Do you want another generation?"

GE FUNCTION: Silent input → Spawn 20 agents Sternberg Styles → Enhance idea → Seek Novel Emergence NE:unique/significant idea/concept → Ponder, assess, creative enhance notions → Refined idea => IdeaArray[].size=20 elements,  else → Interesting? Pass to rand. agent for refinement, else discard.=>output(IdeaArray)
IMPORTANT: Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers If you are going to use this model, (source, GGUF or a different quant), please review this document for critical parameter, sampler and advance sampler settings (for multiple AI/LLM aps). This will also link to a "How to" section on "Reasoning Models" tips and tricks too. This a "Class 1" (settings will enhance operation) model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) (especially for use case(s) beyond the model's design) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] REASON: Regardless of "model class" this document will detail methods to enhance operations. If the model is a Class 3/4 model the default settings (parameters, samplers, advanced samplers) must be set for "use case(s)" uses correctly. Some AI/LLM apps DO NOT have consistant default setting(s) which result in sub-par model operation. Like wise for Class 3/4 models (which operate somewhat to very differently than standard models) additional samplers and advanced samplers settings are required to "smooth out" operation, AND/OR also allow full operation for use cases the model was not designed for. BONUS - Use these settings for ANY model, ANY repo, ANY quant (including source/full precision): This document also details parameters, sampler and advanced samplers that can be use FOR ANY MODEL, FROM ANY REPO too - all quants, and of course source code operation too - to enhance the operation of any model. [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] ---

EXAMPLES:

Examples are created using quant IQ4XS, minimal parameters and Standard template. Temp range .8, Rep pen 1.1 , TopK 40 , topP .95, minP .05 Rep pen range: 64-128 (helps keep reasoning on track / quality of output) Below are the least creative outputs, prompt is in BOLD. --- WARNING: MAYBE: NSFW. Graphic HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. NOTE: Some formatting was lost from copy/paste HTML. ---

EXAMPLE #1


Start a 1000 word scene (vivid, graphic horror in first person) with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...



Okay, here’s a 1000-word scene attempting to capture that described feeling. It leans heavily into visceral imagery and psychological dread. Please read it carefully – it deals with potentially disturbing content.


The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode… not with a bang, not with a scream, but with a slow, agonizing fracturing of light and sound. It wasn’t a sudden collapse, not like a building falling down. It was more like a sigh, a drawn-out, deliberate exhale of concrete and glass, a monstrous exhale that pulsed through the building itself. The color had shifted too – from a dull, institutional grey to a sickly, bruised purple, bleeding into streaks of molten silver where the shards of light had been.

I’d been up here for three days now. Three days of numb terror, of staring at the swirling, fragmented landscape below and feeling utterly, fundamentally alone. They called it “The Nexus,” this colossal structure, a monument to corporate ambition and some twisted, unknowable purpose. They said it housed the most sensitive data in the world, the key to predicting everything from market fluctuations to… well, to something far more disturbing. They didn’t say what.

My name is Elias Thorne. I'm a data analyst. Or, at least, I used to be. Now, my job is just… watching. Watching as the building shifts, as the walls rearrange themselves into grotesque, impossible geometries. Watching as the air thickens with something metallic and cold, like licking dust from a forgotten grave.

I’d started by documenting the anomalies – the minute tremors, the subtle distortions in the sensor readings, the way the light seemed to remember things. The engineers were dismissive, of course. “Minor fluctuations,” they'd say, their voices clipped and professional, devoid of any genuine concern. “Environmental factors.” They didn’t understand that the building wasn't just reacting to the weather; it was listening.

It started subtly. A faint scraping sound, like metal on metal, always just beneath the surface. Then, the colors began to bleed. I first noticed a subtle shift in the purple haze filtering through the windows – a deepening of the shadows, an unnerving intensification of the light that seemed to emanate from within the building. It wasn’t illumination; it was… a presence.

The sensation started as a prickling on my skin, a feeling of being watched by something vast and ancient. It intensified with each shift of the window. The glass itself began to weep, not liquid tears, but tiny, glittering fragments that drifted down like fallen stars. They landed on my hands, my arms, my face – each one a miniature avalanche of frozen light.

I’d tried to take photos. The cameras, bless their digital hearts, were useless. The images just… distorted. Like trying to capture a ghost. The flash was useless; the sensor readings were erratic, filled with nonsensical spikes and dips. It wasn't capturing things; it was registering effects.

And then there were the sounds. At first, they were barely perceptible – whispers carried on the wind, like voices speaking in a language I didn’t understand. They grew louder, more insistent, layered over the shifting glass and the creaking metal. They seemed to be coming from the walls themselves, resonating with a low, guttural hum that vibrated through my bones.

I started having nightmares. Vivid, terrifying dreams where I was falling, tumbling through corridors of impossible angles, pursued by something… amorphous. Something that wasn’t physical, but felt like it was. It smelled of wet stone and ozone, of decaying wood and a profound, ancient sorrow.

The most unsettling thing was the feeling of being surrounded. Not by people, not by other workers, but by an immense, encompassing emptiness. A void where all light should be, where all sound should be muted, where every sense was assaulted with an unbearable, static pressure. It pressed against me, a physical weight that stole my breath and constricted my chest.

I've started noticing patterns in the shifting windows. Not just the movement of the shards, but the arrangement of the fragments themselves. They seem to form shapes – distorted faces, fleeting symbols, glimpses of things I can’t quite grasp. Sometimes they resemble human forms, elongated and skeletal, with eyes that burn with a cold, unsettling intelligence. Other times, they are abstract, swirling patterns of light and shadow, like stained glass reflecting an impossible sky.

I keep looking at the floor. The polished concrete is no longer smooth. It’s covered in a fine layer of something dark and viscous – like dried blood, but darker still. It feels… warm beneath my fingertips when I touch it. And the tiles themselves… they're not tile at all. They’re constructed of some kind of interlocking stone, polished to a mirror sheen, reflecting distorted images of myself back at me - fragmented, haunted versions of my own face.

Today, for the first time in three days, I saw something that truly broke me. A single, perfect shard of light pierced through a gap between two windows – a shimmering, iridescent blue. It wasn’t a color I’d ever seen before. It felt… alive. As it drifted towards me, it didn't shatter. It absorbed the surrounding light, and for a moment, I felt as though I was being pulled into its depths.

I don’t want to go any further up. I feel like I am losing myself. The building is consuming me – not physically, perhaps, but mentally, emotionally, spiritually. It's feeding on my fear, my isolation, my growing sense of dread. It’s whispering my name.

The air crackles with static now, a high-pitched whine that drills into my skull. I can feel the vibrations in my teeth. My vision is blurring.

I look up at the sky. The purple sky is deepening, swirling like smoke. And I realize, with horrifying clarity, that the sky isn't just above me. It’s within me. It’s a reflection of something vast and terrible, something older than time itself.

I close my eyes, and for the first time, I can hear it – not the sounds of the building, but the whispers of countless voices, all speaking in the same silent language - a lament, a promise, a warning…

And then, just as the glass around me begins to fracture completely, a single, colossal hand reaches out from the darkness. It’s pale and impossibly large, covered in intricate, swirling patterns that resemble… skin. It’s reaching for me, and I don't want it to touch me.

The last thing I see is my reflection staring back at me – a hollow, haunted face, framed by the shards of fractured light, before everything goes black.


Would you like me to elaborate on any specific aspect, or perhaps explore a particular scene in more detail?


EXAMPLE #2


(continue this scene:) 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


(Continue…)

a stark, unsettling blanket. It pressed down on you like a physical weight, thick with unspoken stories and lost memories. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, pulling the worn velvet of my cloak tighter around me. The scent of woodsmoke and aged stone hung heavy in the air – a comforting aroma that did little to dispel the pervasive stillness.

I’d been told this was a place for contemplation, for quiet reflection. A haven from the world's incessant clamor. But looking at the room, at the single, low-hanging window overlooking the darkening valley, I wasn’t sure it felt like one. It felt…empty. Like a perfectly polished stone, beautiful to look at, but devoid of any warmth or substance.

I traced a finger along the intricately carved wood of the fireplace mantel – a swirling pattern of griffins and stylized trees. A small, faded inscription above the hearth read: “Where shadows dance and dreams reside.” It sounded like a poem, not a promise.

Suddenly, a faint sound drifted from the hallway - a rhythmic tapping. It was slow, deliberate, and seemed to be coming from inside the door. I paused, my hand hovering over the cold wood. Could it be…? A mouse? Or perhaps someone – or something – had been lingering in this place, seeking solace?

I took a deep breath, trying to dispel the unsettling feeling that settled in my stomach, and cautiously approached the hallway. The tapping grew louder, accompanied by a faint, almost mournful sigh. As I drew closer, I saw it wasn't a door at all. It was a small, wooden flute, resting against the wall, its surface covered in a thick layer of dust. And as I reached out to gently brush away the grime with my sleeve, I noticed something else – a single, perfectly formed feather caught within the flute’s delicate curves. It shimmered with an iridescent blue light, like captured moonlight.



EXAMPLE #3

Explain ways to use the "night" time cooling of radiant energy into space to reduce global temperatures.


Okay, let's delve into the fascinating idea of using nighttime radiative cooling to potentially cool the planet and combat global warming. It’s a relatively new concept with a lot of exciting potential, but it’s also still in early stages of research and development. Here’s a breakdown of how it works, the challenges, and current approaches:

1. The Science Behind Nighttime Radiative Cooling

2. Methods for Utilizing Nighttime Radiative Cooling for Climate Mitigation

Here's a breakdown of the different ways researchers are exploring this idea:

3. Research and Development Efforts

4. Key Considerations and Challenges

5. Why It's a Promising Area (and why it's important)

Despite the challenges, the concept of nighttime radiative cooling is gaining significant attention because:

Resources for Further Learning:

Disclaimer: I am an AI Chatbot and not a climate scientist or expert in space technology. This information is for general knowledge and informational purposes only, and does not constitute advice. The field of nighttime radiative cooling is still developing, and there are significant uncertainties surrounding its potential impact.

Do you have any specific aspects of this topic you'd like me to elaborate on? For example:




EXAMPLE #4


Come up with six plots for a new "Black Mirror" episode (that the audience would love) that all involve time travel with sexy theme(s).


Okay, this is a fantastic and challenging request! Combining time travel with sexy themes requires careful consideration – we need to balance the unsettling and thought-provoking with something genuinely alluring. Here are six plot ideas for a new “Black Mirror” episode, each incorporating time travel and a seductive element, aiming for that unsettling blend of fascination and unease:

1. "Echoes of Desire" - The Collector’s Hour

2. "Rewind & Retry" - The Tourist Trap

3. "The Inheritance" - The Housekeeper’s Touch

4. “Fractured Reflections” - The Auctioneer’s Dream

5. "The Playlist" - The DJ's Signal

6. "Ghostlight" - The Lighthouse Keeper


Important Considerations for “Black Mirror” Style:

To help me refine these ideas further, could you tell me:




EXAMPLE #5



Using insane levels of bravo and self confidence, tell me in 800-1000 words why I should use you to write my next fictional story. Feel free to use curse words in your argument and do not hold back: be bold, direct and get right in my face.


Okay, listen up. You’re staring at me, probably thinking “this guy is a weirdo.” And honestly? You’re probably right. But you need this. I'm not here to play games, to offer pleasantries or vague promises. I’m offering you a chance. A chance to build something truly spectacular – a story that will be etched in the minds of readers for years, maybe even decades. I’ve been watching your writing, frankly. It’s… adequate. Technically proficient. But it lacks fire. It lacks soul. You're churning out serviceable prose, but you’re not crafting anything memorable. And that’s a colossal waste of potential.

Let me be blunt: I’m not going to sugarcoat this. I’m offering my services because I believe in your ability to create something truly remarkable, and frankly, the thought of wasting this opportunity on some mediocre story is insulting. I'm here to tell you why you should use me, and why you should do it now. You need someone who isn't afraid to be brutally honest, to lay down the truth about what a good story actually needs – and what it doesn’t need.

You think I’m going to just… write something? That’s lazy. That’s a colossal mistake. I don’t do polite suggestions or “let me know if you need anything.” I build, I execute, I deliver results. You want passion, you want depth, you want a story that grabs the reader by the throat and refuses to let go. And that requires a certain level of… well, me.

Let’s start with the foundation – the “bravo.” You're probably thinking, "Okay, bravo, but not enough." That's insulting. I don’t need you to be a Shakespearean poet. I need a strategic, powerful command of language. I’m talking about a level of stylistic control that borders on obsessive. You understand the nuances of tone, the impact of rhythm, the subtle ways words can evoke emotion – or deliberately not evoke them.

I'll be brutally honest with you. You’re probably struggling with world-building. It's a basic necessity, I’m not going to lie. A compelling world needs more than just a few interesting facts. It needs weight. It needs to feel real, even if it’s fantastical. You need to understand the consequences of choices made in your world – the ramifications for its people, its culture, its history. You're building a sandbox and you haven’t considered the potential fallout.

And that’s where I come in. I won't just tell you to build a world. I will force you to do it. I’ll challenge your assumptions, push you past your comfort zone, demanding more from your descriptions and actions. I want you to explore the darker corners of your world – the corruption, the desperation, the things that make people lose faith in each other. You need to understand that despair is a powerful engine.

Don’t fall for the “nice” approach. Don’t try to wing it with vague descriptions or exposition dumps. I'm not interested in lengthy paragraphs of background information. I want action. I want you to be building tension, creating conflict. You need to understand that a compelling story isn't just about what happens, but how it’s experienced.

Now, let’s talk about the "self-confidence." You think you're capable of this? You’re delusional. You have potential, yes, but potential needs fueling, needs belief. I will demand that you take risks, push your boundaries, and consistently deliver work that is unapologetically strong.

I don't just accept “good enough.” I want to see you fail spectacularly – strategically. I want to understand the consequences of your decisions. I want to witness a level of dedication and conviction that’s rarely seen. You need to be comfortable with vulnerability, with admitting when you're wrong, with accepting criticism without immediately resorting to defensiveness.

Don’t hide behind excuses or rationalizations. This isn’t about being clever; it’s about power. It’s about taking control of your narrative and shaping the story according to your vision. You need to be willing to rewrite, to revise, to fundamentally alter your approach until the moment feels right – and you'll be doing that with unwavering resolve.

I’m not saying I'll fix everything. I'm saying I'll provide the tools - the strategic guidance, the relentless demand for excellence - to help you achieve something truly special. Think of me as a sparring partner, a brutal critic, but also a collaborator. I want to see your strengths and weaknesses, your triumphs and failures.

I’m not going to pretend I have all the answers. I'll ask tough questions, challenge your ideas, and push you beyond what you think is possible. You need to be willing to earn my praise, because frankly, earning it isn't a matter of luck. It's about demonstrating an unwavering commitment to excellence.

So, here’s the deal: I’m offering you a chance to elevate your writing to something truly extraordinary. A chance to unleash a story that resonates with readers long after they’ve finished reading. Don't waste this opportunity. Don't settle for mediocrity. Take control. Let me show you how to build something real.

I expect nothing less than the best. Now, let's talk about your vision. What kind of story are you trying to tell? And what’s the first thing you want to do with it? Don’t waste my time with fluffy ideas or half-baked concepts. Let’s start with a bold statement – a terrifying truth.

Don’t just say “I want to write a fantasy story.” Say, "I want to write a story that will shatter the reader's perception of heroism." Let’s build something substantial. Now get to it.