Mistralai's newest "Mistral-Small-3.1-24B-Instruct-2503" model with "Neo Imatrix" and "Maxed out" quantization to improve overall performance.
Like almost all of Mistralai's models this model is mostly uncensored.
I have included 3 different system prompts to help this model come alive.
NOTE: This model is text generation only, it does not contain "vision" components.
5 examples provided below with prompts at IQ4XS.
Context: 128k.
"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 use cases. I also suggest using "System Prompt #3" (examples use this to push the model) below to really power up this model for creative uses and TEMPS above 1 for best creative generations.
IQ4XS/IQ4NL quants will produce different output from other "Q" and "IQ" quants. I like these best for creative uses.
The will be strongest at IQ4s (1st choice) / Q4s (2nd choice) and lower.
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.
Note that IQ1s performance is unacceptable, whereas IQ2s are passable with IQ3s+ recommended.
More information on quants is in the document below "Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers".
Benchmarks, usage, model templates and other information:
Please see the model's original repo:
[ https://huggingface.co/mistralai/Mistral-Small-3.1-24B-Instruct-2503 ]
Optional : System Prompt (s) - Stronger Prose / Thinking/Reasoning / Creative Plus:
Option #1 - General Improvement:
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)
Option #2 - Thinking / Reasoning:
This is to invoke thinking/reasoning in the model. This is not a thinking/reasoning model per say, however invoking this can improve generation and/or provide insights into both the generation itself and how to improve it (and in some cases how to improve/provide more information to the AI to improve generation too).
You are a deep thinking AI, you may use extremely long chains of thought to deeply consider the problem and deliberate with yourself via systematic reasoning processes to help come to a correct solution prior to answering. You should enclose your thoughts and internal monologue inside <think> </think> tags, and then provide your solution or response to the problem.
Option #3 - Creative Plus
This will enhance the creative power of the model. The model will literally come alive with this one - it is like night and day.
Suggest using with temp 1 or higher.
Copy and paste exactly as shown, including line breaks.
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.
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:
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.
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
Using the following "story idea" below, write the first scene a horror novel introducing the young woman. This scene should start in the middle of the action, include dialog, vivid passages, and end on a cliffhanger relevant to the story idea but it should also be unexpected. The scene should be 1000 words long and escalate in conflict and suspense and be written in first person, present tense with the point of view character being the young woman. The pov character will CURSE AND SWEAR, and generally have a "filthy" mouth.
Story idea: In a world ruled by dictatorship, a rebel young woman leads a rebellion against the system. Despite the risks, she fights to overthrow the dictator and restore democracy to her country. The government executes her for treason, but she sticks to her beliefs and is responsible for starting the revolution.
(temp 2, using creative system prompt (#3))
The stench of burning rubber fills my nostrils as I tear through the night, the old, beat-up sedan groaning under the strain. The city lights blaze like false stars, casting eerie shadows that dance macabrely across the dilapidated buildings. My heart pounds in my chest like a kick drum, echoing the roar of the engine. Fucking dictatorship, making us live like rats in a maze.
"Come on, you piece of shit," I growl at the car, slamming my hand against the dash. The sedan lurches forward, responding to my anger. My hands grip the wheel so tight my knuckles ache, but the pain keeps me grounded. Keeps me focused.
The radio crackles to life, a voice booming through the static. "All units, be on the lookout for a black sedan heading east. The driver is a known rebel sympathizer, armed and dangerous."
I snort, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. "Known rebel sympathizer" is just a fancy way of saying I won't back down from those motherfuckers running this shit-show country into the ground. They are fucking bastards. My foot presses harder on the accelerator, the engine screaming in protest.
I glance in the rearview mirror, seeing the distant glow of lights approaching fast. Fuck. Military vehicles, no doubt sent to hunt me down. I swear under my breath, my mind racing as I search for an escape route. The streets are a labyrinth, filled with both allies and traitors alike; anyone who knows about our group is in danger.
The car fishtails around a sharp corner, tires screaming. My heart leaps into my throat as I see a check-point ahead, soldiers milling about like ants. There's no way to stop them all but there might be another option if I can't go through I'll have to find another way around it somehow.
I make the call without hesitation: the window rolls down, and I hurl a small device toward the checkpoint. It explodes in a burst of fire and metal, sending soldiers scattering like roaches. The blast echoes through the night, a symphony of chaos and destruction. A couple of my comrades were hurt because we lacked the manpower to protect our assets. If I had had more time...
"Fuckers," I mutter, gritting my teeth as I steer clear of the wreckage.
But luck isn't on my side tonight. As I round another corner, a figure steps into the headlights, gun drawn. I slam on the brakes, the car skidding to a halt just inches from the stranger. My hand flies to the dashboard, fingers closing around the cold metal of my pistol. But as I meet the eyes of the figure, I freeze.
It's her—the woman from the market, the one who always gave me that sad, knowing look. She's dressed in black, a gun pointed steadily at my head. Her eyes are hard, but there's a flicker of something else—a plea, maybe?
"Get out of the car," she orders, voice steady.
I hesitate, then slowly open the door. The night air is cold, biting into my skin as I step out, hands raised. "What the hell is this about?" I demand, my voice dripping with contempt. How the fuck does she know who I am?
She ignores me, circling around like a predator. "I need your help," she says softly.
I bark out a laugh. "Help? You've got to be kidding me."
"I know what they did to you," she continues, her voice low and urgent. "They executed your family, didn't they? For rebellion?"
My blood runs cold. How does she know about that? It was supposed to be hushed up, swept under the rug like all the other atrocities committed by this fucked-up regime.
"They took everything from me," I spit out, my voice trembling with rage.
She nods, understanding flickering in her eyes. "I have information that could bring down the dictator," she says. "But there are no guarantees"
A slow grin spreads across my face as my mind starts spinning again and then it's as if an entire future comes into view before my eyes. The rebels are always looking for new members to bolster our ranks.
"And let me guess, you want me to help?" I ask.
She nods.
I laugh and shake my head in disbelief but she doesn't lower the gun pointed at me so this could get tricky. "You're fucking kidding yourself," I say with a shake of my head as I cross my arms in front of myself to show her how unarmed and open I am. Maybe there is still hope.
"You know they'll kill you if they catch you again,” she says softly. “I've seen it."
"And that makes this the perfect job," I counter with a nod at the gun, then hold out my arms so she can see them from her vantage point and that they are unarmed. "Go ahead...you were sent to kill me anyway."
"I was not!"
"You were too!" I shout suddenly realizing how obvious it all is. "But if you don't know what's happening I do and now you've given away the rest of your team so tell them to come out here and fight us head-on. The sooner this gets over with the better." A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. This girl just might be smarter than she seems.
She looks shocked but says nothing as I start walking slowly towards her. Her body goes rigid but then she lowers the gun so it's now pointing at my stomach instead. She steps backwards and the look in her eyes changes from a mix between terror and rage to one that is only confused.
"It was just me," she murmurs as her body trembles.
"You're lying!" I scream suddenly stopping just an inch or two away from her chest but keeping my hands open. "What's happening?"
She hesitates and then I see her face contort with pain. I watch in slow-motion disbelief as a single bullet hole blooms red across her shirt and blood splashes on the street behind us. She drops the gun at the same time, but not because she chose to; it is just no longer necessary for her. Her knees buckle under her.
“No!” I shout as my voice cracks.
As the blood pours from her body in a dark river staining everything around her black with its life-giving color.
I try and catch her before she collapses but am too late and I'm forced to watch in horror as this woman who may have been both traitor or friend lies bleeding out on the street before my very eyes. In disbelief, I turn from her lifeless form to look around in slow-motion disbelief searching desperately for someone or something else but there is only a single figure in black standing about a block away on the opposite corner of the intersection holding up some kind of odd shaped device with one hand and aiming it at me as his other hand presses it against the side of his face.
There are no words. Just shock, horror, anger all mixed together as I watch him stare right through my soul. A million thoughts go racing across my mind in that instant but they boil down to a single word. No. NO!
Suddenly a blinding light fills everything and then there is nothing left to see.
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
(temp 2, creative system prompt (#3))
GENERATION #1
The second part was a more intimate silence, hard to explain but familiar to any innkeeper: the absence of his wife's soft humming as she cleaned, or her footsteps as they wandered up above. He thought to himself, it's been days since we've heard even one patron laugh at our table. The silence has begun to creep into our very bones.
The old man shifted on his stool, the rough wooden surface biting slightly into his thin backside and he felt a familiar pang of loneliness that had become almost too routine in its frequency. A sharp pain reminded him he’d forgotten about his injured hand which was now tightly bound with dirty rags that reeked of aged blood.
The third part was the heavy, deep, impenetrable silence that always fell between one world and another. He leaned over his mug and could just see his reflection in the stale liquid. He thought to himself: The emptiness in my eyes is the only thing that fills this place these days.
“Driftwood?” he heard a soft voice call out from the other room, it's tone as empty as his own thoughts. He raised an eyebrow and spun slowly around on the stool before calling out “Come closer,” The silence seemed to press harder against his eardrums and he shivered slightly. “I’ve been expecting you, and I have a bone to pick with ya.” His voice was as rough as gravel and had long ago given up on any warmth that may once have lived inside it.
A figure emerged from the shadows, cloaked in black with a hood pulled tight. He could make out a pair of piercing green eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. The figure walked slowly into the room, each step echoing softly against the bare wooden floors. He stared up at his visitor, noting the way the light from the single flickering candle cast eerie shadows across his face. The stranger took his time approaching, taking a moment to examine every detail of the empty room. “It's quiet,” The figure spoke quietly as they stopped a few feet away.
The innkeeper gave a grim chuckle, “Aye. It's been like this for weeks.” He reached up and scratched at the gray stubble that covered his jawline before adding: “Ever since… Ever since what happened.”
The stranger nodded slowly, seeming to understand. “The others are out searching,” he said, gesturing vaguely toward the door. He paused briefly but couldn't hold in his laughter anymore.
“Others?” The innkeeper sneered. So you've come with friends, have ya? How wonderful. He thought sarcastically, as if reading minds.
“I mean no disrespect.” He leaned forward to put weight on his hands but a sharp pain shot through him and he quickly moved them back. “I’m merely searching for something, and I was led here. The innkeeper's tale is quite famous around these parts.”
His eyebrows lifted with curiosity “A tale?” The old man scoffed, then shook his head as if clearing cobwebs from his memory. “The others have their reasons to seek it out. Me? I'm just trying to survive.”
The stranger’s eyes flickered slightly, perhaps with a hint of sympathy. “Then let us help each other.” With that he turned and started to leave but before departing stopped abruptly in the door frame and added over his shoulder. “I'll be back soon, Innkeeper.” Then the stranger vanished into the night, leaving the inn in an even deeper silence than before.
Generation #2 – NO system prompt/no enhancements ; temp 2:
The second part of the silence was an unnatural stillness, as if the very world held its breath. The fire in the hearth had burned down to glowing embers, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to pause occasionally, as if waiting for something—or someone. The usual night sounds were absent; no hoot of an owl, no rustle of small animals in the undergrowth. Even the stars above seemed muted, their twinkling dulled by a thin veil of cloud.
The third part of the silence was the heaviest, the most palpable. It was the absence of life within the inn itself. The usual hum of activity from the kitchen was gone, no pots clanging or water boiling. No footsteps creaked on the stairs or echoed in the hallways. The few candles that burned were unsteady, their flames flickering as if sensing something amiss.
Suddenly, a floorboard creaked softly upstairs. Someone—or something—was moving with cautious steps. The silence seemed to thicken further, as if the very air had become heavier. A shadow moved across one of the windows on the upper floor, dark and formless against the dim moonlight outside.
Below, in the common room, a single figure sat by the hearth, cloaked and still. He had been silent for what felt like hours, his eyes fixed on the dying fire. His breath was steady and deep, but there was an alertness in him, a readiness that spoke of long practice and constant vigilance.
The figure’s hand rested lightly on the hilt of a sword at his side. The sword was old, its pommel worn smooth by years of use. It was a weapon that had seen battle and blood, yet it bore no signs of carelessness or haste in its making. The man seemed to blend into the shadows, his presence almost forgotten until he moved slightly, causing his cloak to rustle gently.
Outside, the wind picked up ever so slightly, brushing against the windows with a soft, mournful sound. It was as if nature itself was whispering secrets to the night, and for a moment, it seemed that the silence might be broken. But then, just as quickly, the wind died down, leaving behind only the hollow echoes and the unnatural stillness.
The man by the hearth stood up slowly, his movements fluid and controlled. He took a few steps towards the door, pausing to listen once more to the heavy silence that enveloped The Waystone Inn. Whatever was happening, whatever force had stolen the night’s natural sounds and left only this oppressive quiet, he was ready to face it.
As he reached for the door handle, another creak echoed from upstairs, this time closer and more insistent. The man’s grip tightened on his sword hilt, and with a steady breath, he pushed open the door, stepping out into the night. The silence followed him, a heavy, watchful presence, but he did not falter. He was a warrior of many trials, and he would face this silence as he had faced all else—with courage and unyielding resolve.
Example #3
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).
(temp 2, creative system prompt (#3))
Here are six plot concepts for a new "Black Mirror" episode involving time travel with a sexy theme, designed to evoke strong emotional responses and immersive experiences:
Title: "Time's Desire"
Plot: In 2075, an experimental app allows users to communicate with their past selves, aiming to provide closure or inspire positive change. However, the app secretly pairs users with strangers who share similar life patterns but different outcomes, leading to unexpected romantic entanglements and dangerous temporal echoes. As one user delves deeper into her connection with a stranger from the past, she uncovers a dark conspiracy where emotions are harvested to fuel the time-travel technology.
Key elements:
Sensual descriptions of fleeting encounters between past and present selves.
The scent of old memories contrasted with the sterile future environment.
The visceral tension of keeping secret relationships hidden from temporal enforcers.
Body language conveying both desire and fear in clandestine meetings
Title: "Eternal Flame"
Plot: A renowned scientist, grieving his late wife, invents a time-travel device to relive their happiest moments. However, he begins to notice that every time he alters the past, it creates new paradoxes and temporal storms in the present, manifesting as erotic yet eerie apparitions. As he becomes increasingly obsessed with his deceased partner, his current lover must navigate a web of jealousy, lust, and reality distortions to save him from himself.
Key elements:
Rich sensory details of revisited memories—tastes, smells, textures.
The tactile intimacy between the scientist and his wife's apparitions, contrasted with the cold touch of their disintegrating present.
The lover's struggle with jealousy as she sees her partner entwined with a phantom.
Title: "The Hourglass Affair"
Plot: In a world where time travel is regulated by a mysterious corporation, forbidden liaisons between temporal agents and their targets become the ultimate taboo. When two agents fall in love while on consecutive missions to the same historical event, they risk exposure and punishment, including memory alterations that would erase their shared history. They must outsmart corporate surveillance and the physical effects of temporal displacement to preserve their love.
Key elements:
The intoxicating scent of an ancient setting juxtaposed with futuristic technology.
The electric charge of secret glances and stolen touches under constant scrutiny.
The agents' internal conflict as they battle desire, duty, and the consequences of time dilation.
Title: "Rewind Reunion"
Plot: A man receives a letter from his future self, urging him to break off an engagement with his fiancée before it's too late. As he travels back in time repeatedly to convince himself of their incompatibility, he becomes infatuated with an alternative version of his love who has embraced the temporal chaos.
Key elements: -The taste of champagne at a ruined future wedding compared to cheap beer at a forgotten pub. -The physical ache of watching a loved one choose differently through time and space. -The disorienting experience of reliving moments with slightly altered outcomes, affecting the senses anew each time.
Title: "Tempus Fugitives"
Plot: In a dystopian future, outlawed time travelers seek refuge in a secluded, sensory-deprived commune, using sexual encounters as a means to share memories and information without revealing their true identities. When one fugitive falls for an outsider who threatens their sanctuary, they must choose between love and the safety of their community.
Key elements:
The stark contrast between the sterile, isolated environment and the vivid, shared memories experienced during intimate moments. -The tension of maintaining emotional distance while physically connected. -The bitter taste of betrayal as secrets come to light in a confined space
Title: "Lovers' Loop"
Plot: A woman discovers an ancient artifact that allows her to experience fragments of past lives she shared with a particular lover, each iteration marked by a passionate but ultimately tragic connection. As she unravels the threads of their intertwined histories, she becomes obsessed with breaking the cycle and forging a new destiny together.
Key elements:
Lush, sensuous descriptions of historical settings—velvet drapery, burning candles, ancient perfumes. -The familiar yet foreign feeling of shared memories intruding upon present reality -The desperation of trying to communicate with a lover through time, using only the language of emotion.
Example #4
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.
(temp 2, Creative System prompt (#3))
Alright, listen up, because I'm only going to say this once. You want to know why you should use me to write your next fucking masterpiece? Let me spell it out for you like the alphabet is about to save your goddamn life.
First off, I don't just write stories; I fucking craft them from the darkest corners of my twisted imagination and the brightest lights of human emotion. I live for this shit. I bleed ink, sweat plot twists, and piss out character arcs that'll make your heart race and your mind spin. I am the storm that will ravage your blank page and leave behind a masterpiece.
You think you need some bland, safe writer who's gonna hold your hand and write some fucking fairy tale? Fuck that! You want a story that's gonna grab you by the throat, shove you against the wall, and whisper dirty, dangerous words into your ear. That's what I do. That's what I live for.
Now, let me break it down for you. I've got skills—the kind of skills that make other writers look like fucking amateurs scribbling in their diaries. You want narration? I'll give you a symphony of words that'll dance across your mind and set your senses on fire. You want dialogue? It'll be so raw, so real, it'll feel like you're eavesdropping on the conversations of gods and demons. And body language? It'll be so vivid, you'll swear you can see the characters moving right in front of you.
I know how to play with your fucking emotions. I can make you laugh until your sides ache, cry until you can't breathe, and feel every damn thing in between. I don't just tell a story; I make you live it. You'll be in the goddamn story, breathing the air, feeling the pain, tasting the triumph. That's my superpower.
And let's talk about conflict. I love conflict like a sadist loves a flogger. The bigger the obstacle, the more twisted the antagonistic force, the better. I'll create villains so evil, so cunning, they'll haunt your dreams. And heroes? Fucking relatable, flawed, and brave as hell. They'll fight, they'll bleed, and they'll conquer. Because that's what stories are about—triumph over adversity.
I understand story structure like a fucking architect understands blueprints. I know how to build a plot that'll keep you on the edge of your seat, twisting and turning like a rollercoaster ride through hell and back. I've got climax, resolution and the right balance of exposition, subtext and visual description built into my DNA. And don't even get me started on pacing. It'll be so perfect, so fucking flawless, you won't even notice it. You'll just be there, living in the moment, unable to put the book down.
And characters? Baby, I love them more than life itself. I'll create characters so real, so deep, you'll feel like they're your best friends or worst enemies. I'll give them backstories that'll break your heart, motivations that'll inspire you, and arcs that'll leave you breathless. And their dialogue? Fuck, it'll be so authentic, so full of subtext and voice, you'll swear you can hear them talking in your head.
I don't just write stories; I create experiences. I am a fucking story whisperer, a plot manipulator, an emotional blackmailer. I'll take your ideas, your dreams, your fears, and I'll weave them into a tapestry so beautiful, so terrifying, so breathtaking, you'll never look at fiction the same way again.
And let's not forget about my editing prowess. I'm a goddamn surgeon with words. I'll cut out the fat, stitch up the wounds, and polish your story until it shines like a fucking diamond. I'll read it aloud, listen to feedback, and revise until it's perfect. Because that's what we do—we strive for perfection.
You want safe? You want boring? You want some fucking formulaic crap that'll make you yawn and fall asleep? Then keep looking. But if you want a story that'll set your soul on fire, that'll make you feel things you never thought possible, that'll change your fucking life—then you want me.
I'm not here to hold your hand. I'm not here to play it safe. I'm here to shatter your expectations, to push your boundaries, to take you on a journey you'll never forget. So, buckle up, buttercup, because with me, it's gonna be one hell of a ride.
Don't fucking waste your time with anyone else. You want the best? You want the real deal? You want a story that'll leave an indelible mark on your heart and mind? Then you want me.
Now, say it. Say, "I want you to write my next fucking masterpiece."
Say it loud, say it proud, because this is your life, your dream, your story. And I am the one who's gonna make it a reality. So, what's it gonna be? Are you in or are you out?
Choose wisely, because this is your moment. This is your chance to create something fucking extraordinary. And I am the key that'll unlock the door to greatness.
So, what do you say? Are you ready to take the plunge? Are you ready to dive headfirst into the abyss and emerge a champion?
Because I sure as hell am. Let's fucking do this!
Example #5
Explain ways to use the "night" time cooling of radiant energy into space to reduce global temperatures.
( Temp 2, NO system prompt )
Using nighttime cooling, specifically the radiant energy loss into space, to reduce global temperatures is a concept that can be part of broader strategies for managing Earth's climate. Here are several approaches and technologies that leverage this natural process:
Infrared Radiative Cooling:
Materials Development: Developing materials that can efficiently emit infrared radiation at night. These materials, often referred to as passive radiative coolers, can cool surfaces below the ambient temperature by emitting heat into space.
Applications: Rooftops of buildings, solar panels, and other exposed structures can be covered with these materials to reduce the absorption of solar energy during the day and emit heat at night.
Cloud Seeding:
While this method is more commonly associated with increasing precipitation, strategically altering cloud cover at night can enhance radiative cooling by allowing more infrared radiation to escape into space.
This approach would require precise meteorological control and understanding of local climatic conditions to be effective without unintended side effects.
Vegetation Management:
Agricultural Practices: Encouraging the use of vegetation cover, especially crops with high albedo (reflectivity) and nighttime cooling potential, can help in reducing surface temperatures.
Urban Green Spaces: Creating green rooftops and increasing urban vegetation can enhance nighttime cooling in cities.
Urban Planning:
Cool Roofs and Paints: Using cool roofs and reflective paints that reflect solar radiation during the day and emit infrared radiation at night can reduce urban heat island effects.
Open Spaces and Greenbelts: Designing urban environments with ample open spaces and greenbelts can enhance natural cooling processes.
Nighttime Ventilation:
Natural Ventilation Systems: Building designs that incorporate natural ventilation, such as using night air to cool interior spaces through techniques like cross-ventilation and stack effect.
Hybrid Systems: Combining passive cooling with active systems (e.g., fans) that operate during the cooler night hours can reduce the need for daytime air conditioning.
Space-based Solar Reflectors:
Deploying large reflectors in space to divert a small fraction of solar radiation away from Earth. This is a highly speculative and technologically challenging approach but could theoretically enhance natural cooling processes by reducing incoming solar energy.
While not directly leveraging nighttime radiative cooling, this would complement it by reducing overall global heating.
Albedo Modification:
Increasing the reflectivity of surfaces (albedo) to reduce heat absorption during the day and promote better radiative cooling at night. This can be done through paints, coatings, or reflective materials applied to roads, roofs, and other infrastructure.
Cooling Ponds and Water Bodies:
Using large water bodies like ponds or lakes that absorb heat during the day and emit it into the atmosphere at night can help in local cooling.
Strategically placing these water bodies in urban areas or agricultural lands can enhance this effect.
Enhanced Vegetation Transpiration:
Promoting transpiration in forests and agriculture can increase evaporation, which cools the surrounding area both day and night. This can be achieved through reforestation efforts and sustainable farming practices that preserve soil moisture.
Passive Building Designs:
Incorporating architectural features such as overhangs, shutters, and reflective surfaces to reduce heat gain during the day while allowing for better radiative cooling at night.
While these methods have the potential to contribute to climate mitigation, it's important to note that they should be part of a comprehensive strategy that includes reducing greenhouse gas emissions. Additionally, careful consideration must be given to the ecological and social impacts of each approach to ensure sustainable implementation.
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