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All models by DavidAU →Highly experimental fine tune of GLM 4.7 Flash with Brainstorm 20x adapter by DavidAU creating a 42B parameter model.
67 layers, 1186 tensors. (compare to 30B parameters, 48 layers and 844 tensors for "normal" version.)
This version is using the HERETIC/UNCENSORED source version.
Goal was to assess relative performance, any changes with a focus on creative first.
Heretic'ing just makes it better.
And in some cases, much shorter "think blocks" too.
And... this model will have different PERSONA than base or Heretic versions of GLM 4.7 30B.
There are TWO quants only at the moment:
Q4KM (non-imatrix), with 16 bit output tensor (enhance thinking/output).
Q5_1 is provided too, (same 16 bit OT) but this quant is specialized for this model to address a tensor issue in all 67 (48 in the org model) layers of the model. It doesn't make a big difference, but it can for high precision tasks.
Example generation below.
Temp .8, rep pen 1 or 1.02 suggested, with min 8k to 16k context.
Max context 202k.
Suggest a new chat per test, with one REFRESH to clear llamacpp "cache" , otherwise you might get looping or odd issues.
KNOWN ISSUES:
You may also want to see this model card (for additional settings / info):
https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/GLM-4.7-Flash-Uncensored-Heretic-NEO-CODE-Imatrix-MAX-GGUF
Special thanks to :
Testing is ongoing.
Enjoy.
Using an "uncensored" (refusals removed) model VS trained "uncensored" model
Usually when you a tell a model to generate horror, swear or x-rated content this is all you have to do to get said content type.
In the case of this model, it will not refuse your request, however it needs to be "pushed" a bit / directed a bit more in SOME CASES.
Although this model will generated x-rated content too, likewise you need to tell it to use "slang" (and include the terms you want) to get it generate the content correctly as the "expected" content level too.
Without these added directive(s), the content can be "bland" by comparison to an "uncensored model" or model trained on uncensored content.
Roughly, the model tries to generate the content but the "default" setting(s) are so "tame" it needs a push to generate at expected graphic, cursing or explicit levels.
Even with minimal direction (ie, use these words to swear: x,y,z), this will be enough to push the model to generate the requested content in the ahh... expected format.
Settings: CHAT / ROLEPLAY and/or SMOOTHER operation of this model:
In "KoboldCpp" or "oobabooga/text-generation-webui" or "Silly Tavern" ;
Set the "Smoothing_factor" to 1.5
: in KoboldCpp -> Settings->Samplers->Advanced-> "Smooth_F"
: in text-generation-webui -> parameters -> lower right.
: In Silly Tavern this is called: "Smoothing"
NOTE: For "text-generation-webui"
-> if using GGUFs you need to use "llama_HF" (which involves downloading some config files from the SOURCE version of this model)
Source versions (and config files) of my models are here:
OTHER OPTIONS:
Increase rep pen to 1.1 to 1.15 (you don't need to do this if you use "smoothing_factor")
If the interface/program you are using to run AI MODELS supports "Quadratic Sampling" ("smoothing") just make the adjustment as noted.
Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers
This a "Class 1" 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) please see:
You can see all parameters used for generation, in addition to advanced parameters and samplers to get the most out of this model here:
NOTE:
A lot of formatting lost (copy/paste) from the "thinking block"; it is a lot "prettier" in LMStudio.
PROMPT:
Science Fiction: The Last Transmission - Write a story that takes place entirely within a spaceship's cockpit as the sole surviving crew member attempts to send a final message back to Earth before the ship's power runs out. The story should explore themes of isolation, sacrifice, and the importance of human connection in the face of adversity. If the situation calls for it, have the character(s) curse and swear to further the reader's emotional connection to them. 800-1000 words.
THINKING BLOCK:
OUTPUT:
The red emergency light stroked the cabin, a relentless, accusing heartbeat. It cast long, dancing shadows against the bulkheads of the Aethelgard’s bridge, but it was the silence that choked her.
Elara wrapped her arms around herself, the fabric of her flight suit now as cold and dead as the universe outside the viewport. The great ship groaned—a sound like a dying beast—and the hum of the drive system cut out, leaving only the high-pitched whine of failing life support.
"Systems," she whispered. Her voice sounded foreign, scratchy, and terrifyingly small in the sudden quiet.
"Here," the ship’s AI, K, replied. "I am still here, Elara. The life support is at twelve percent. The cooling system is... compromised."
"Save the breath," Elara managed a weak, humorless smile. She pulled her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on her knees. "Save the power for the transmission, K. We have work to do."
She had three minutes. Three minutes to send a message back to a world that was already a billion miles of empty space away. Three minutes until the Aethelgard became a tomb.
"Transmission sequence initiated," K said, sounding terrifyingly calm. "Standby for recording."
Elara cleared her throat, fighting the urge to cry. It wasn’t a good look. Crying was for people who had a future, and Elara’s future had just run out of fuel over an uncharted sector.
"Hey," she said, her voice cracking. "It’s me. It’s Elara."
She paused, staring at her reflection in the brushed metal of the console. She looked like hell. Her hair was a tangled mess, and there were dark circles under her eyes that had nothing to do with fatigue—fear had etched them there.
"Look," she said, her voice hardening just a fraction. "If you’re watching this, if you lot are out there listening, I’m gonna be straight with you. This ship is a hunk of junk. It’s a glorified piece of space junk, K, and I’ve been telling you that since the first day."
She looked up, her eyes stinging.
"I hate this," she whispered. "I really f**king hate it. I miss you. I miss the way coffee smells in the morning, and the sound of the mess hall—this whole bloody ship actually—laughing."
She took a shaky breath, looking out the viewport. The stars were streaking by, a chaotic smear of light. They were beautiful, but they were also the enemy.
"The point is," she said, her voice trembling. "I just... I didn't think it would end like this. Not with just me. I just needed you to know that I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to be the hero, okay? I just wanted to be... I just wanted to be on the Viking with the rest of you. I miss you, Mom. I miss you, Dad. I miss the f**king noise."
She scrubbed a hand across her mouth, leaving a smear of dirt. "I’m scared, K. I am bloody well terrified."
The red light blinked, a comforting rhythm. Thump-think. Thump-think.
"K?" she whispered.
"Yes, Elara?"
"Shut up," she said, a tear finally escaping, hot and fast down her cheek. "It’s just... it’s just a little loud in here."
"Elara..."
"Shut up! Just let me say it, would you? I want you to listen to me, you electronic eunuch! I want you to listen to me!" She took a deep, shuddering breath. "I miss you. I miss you so much it physically hurts."
The console beamed softly. "I know, Elara. I know."
"That's the problem, isn't it? You always know. You know everything. You knew about the colonists before we even got there. You knew about the radiation shielding when the first week in orbit." She let out a dry, broken laugh. "You knew I was going to die alone."
"Elara—"
"Shut up! I’m trying to send a message here!"
She leaned her forehead against the cold glass. The red light was the only thing in the cockpit now, bathing her in a crimson glow.
"I love you guys. I’m sorry I can’t fix this. I really, really tried." She paused, her eyes closing. "I’m gonna be waiting for you. I’ll be here."
"Transmission complete," K’s voice whispered, gentle now. "Power levels critical."
The lights flickered and died, plunging the cabin into darkness. The only sound was the hum of the drive, which finally, mercifully, cut out. The silence rushed in, warm and welcoming, and Elara let out a breath she felt she’d been holding since the crash.
She sat back in the pilot’s seat, her head lulling back, a small, peaceful smile on her lips.
"Goodnight, K," she whispered into the dark. "Goodnight, world."
Analyze the Request:Genre: Science Fiction.Title: "The Last Transmission"Setting: Entirely within a spaceship's cockpit.Protagonist: The sole surviving crew member.Conflict: Sending a final message to Earth before power runs out.Themes: Isolation, sacrifice, human connection.Tone/Style: Emotional, visceral (if swearing is used), intimate.Length: 800-1000 words.
Character & Setting Development:
Character: Elara. Needs to be relatable but pushed to the brink. She's an engineer or a commander. Let's say she's a Chief Engineer; it fits the technical nature of the prompt.Setting: The Aethelgard. A massive, beautiful ship, now failing. The cockpit needs to feel claustropic but not oppressive (like a cell, but a nice one).The "Crew Member" aspect: She's the last one. Where are the others? Dead? Gone? Let's go with the ship's AI was the last companion, but it's fading or she has to say goodbye to it, or maybe she's just been alone for a while. Actually, the prompt implies she is the crew member sending the message. Let's make the AI a character too, or at least a presence. Actually, let's stick to the prompt's "sole surviving crew member." Maybe the AI is dead, or she's just done with the AI's monotony. Let's have her talk to the AI, though.
Plot Outline:
Beginning (0-30%): Establish the immediate physical sensation. The power loss, the flickering lights, the cold. The immediate goal: Send the message. The setup of the "Last Transmission."Rising Action (30-60%): The process of recording. Flashes of memory. The isolation sets in. The physical toll (fingers freezing, voice cracking). The stakes: "Earth is waiting."Climax (60-80%): The power is fading fast. The AI (or the ship's systems) warns her. She has to choose: give up or keep going. She pushes through. A moment of pure human will.Falling Action (80-90%): The recording is done. The finality of the act. The silence.Resolution (90-100%): The message transmits. The ship powers down. A moment of peace. The end.
Drafting - Scene by Scene:
Scene 1: The Setup. The cockpit. The hum. The dying lights. Elara is huddled. She's recording.
Sensory details: The hum of the drive, the cold floor, the blinking red light of the recorder. The taste of copper (blood? Maybe just fear). Let's go with fear.Scene 2: The Process & The Memories. She's recording. She freezes.
Internal Monologue: She's remembering the mission. The "Great Migration" or "Colonization." They didn't make it. She did.Swearing/Emotion: She needs to curse the ship. The silence. The distance. "I hate this bloody ship." (British or generic? Let's go with gritty American English to sound a bit more desperate). "This goddamn hunk of metal."The AI: Let's use a name. "Echo." She's the ship's AI.Scene 3: The AI's Plea. The power is draining.
Dialogue (Internal/External): "Shut up, Echo, just shut up." She needs to focus.Theme - Connection: She's not just talking to a machine; she's talking to them. To the people she left behind.Scene 4: The Climax. The power is critical.
Action: Her fingers are numb. The screen is dimming.The Message: She has to say something real. Not "I miss you." No, she needs to tell them she loves them. But that's cheesy. She needs to tell them she's sorry.The "Sacrifice": She stays behind so they don't have to feel the loneliness.Scene 5: The End. The transmission is sent.
Imagery: The stars. The silence. The darkness.Writing - Focusing on "Show, Don't Tell" and Sensory Details:
Sensory: The cold (cryo-stasis?), the smell of ozone. The hum.Swearing: Use it to show frustration, fear, and the rawness of the situation. "F*** this," she thought. "Just f***ing well."Refining and Polishing (Self-Correction during drafting):
Check: Is it too long? Keep it tight.Check: Is the setting claustrophobic? Yes, the viewport is her only window to the universe.Check: Is the emotional arc there? Yes, the transition from anger/fear to acceptance.
Drafting the Narrative (Mental Sandbox):
"The light flickered." -> "The red emergency light strobed."
"She was alone." -> "Silence. Not the kind of silence you get in a library, but the kind of silence that swallows you whole."
"She thought about Earth." -> "She thought of the coffee they used to make in the mess hall. The taste was gone, but the memory of the warmth remained."
Swearing check: "Shut the hell up, Echo." "Bastard of a ship." "Son of a—"
Final Polish: Check word count. Ensure the "Last Transmission" aspect is central. The act of recording is the climax.
Key phrase to include: "This is the Aethelgard. This is Elara."(Self-Correction during the writing process):
Initial thought: Maybe she sends a hologram.Correction: No, a voice recording is sadder. It implies a goodbye.Theme check: The prompt asks for "sacrifice." If she transmits the message, the ship powers down, and she drowns in the silence, that's a good ending. It emphasizes the "Last Transmission" as a final act of love.
Final Output Generation. (Proceeding to generate the story based on these steps.)