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-(quants uploading, a few examples below - more to be added)
+(quants uploading, examples below - more to be added)
 
 <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. INTENSE. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. GORE. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B>
 
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 This model's instruction following, and output generation for creative writing, prose, fiction and role play are off the scale.
 
-(examples below)
+(examples below, including 2, 3 and 4 experts)
 
 And it is fast: 34 t/s (2 experts) on a low end 16GB card, Q3KS. 
 
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 The bullets tear into the security detail. Two men drop to the ground, clutching at their wounds even before they've hit the pavement. The other two return fire, bullets ricocheting off the walls of the surrounding buildings.
 
+<B>Generation #3 - 4 Experts</B>
+
+I sprint through the dark alleyways of Sector 4, my breath coming in ragged gasps. My heart pounds in my chest like a drum. Adrenaline rushes through my veins, making my senses sharp and my reflexes lightning-fast.
+
+I'm running from the Patrol, the brutal enforcers of the Dictator's will. Their brutal efficiency is terrifying, but it's nothing compared to the nightmare that awaits me if they catch me.
+
+My hand clenches around the holo-map projected in front of me by my smartglasses. It's my lifeline, a beacon of hope in a city suffocating under tyranny. The map glows with urgent notifications and warning flags. My eyes scan it quickly, picking up on any danger lurking in my path.
+
+Suddenly, a blinding light illuminates the alleyway ahead of me. I instinctively duck into a doorway, pressing myself against the cold metal wall. My heart stops for a moment as I listen to the approaching footsteps. They're coming closer.
+
+"Halt!" a voice shouts, echoing off the concrete walls. "Drop your weapon!"
+
+I remain perfectly still, my breathing shallow and silent. My eyes fixed on the Patrol's position. A pair of figures emerges into the dimly lit alleyway. The first is a man, his uniform impeccable and his expression hardened into stone. The other is a woman, her eyes hollow and haunted.
+
+"Search him," the woman growls, her hand resting on the grip of her stun-stick.
+
+The man advances on me, his hand patting down my body. I'm acutely aware of his touch, a cold, impersonal thing that strips away dignity along with weapons. I'm glad I've managed to keep my disguise in place.
+
+As he finishes his search and steps back, I see the woman's eyes flickering towards him. Her gaze lingers on his face for a moment longer than necessary, and I realize she knows something about the man. They're not just partners - they're more.
+
+"We can move out," the man says, his voice devoid of any warmth.
+
+"Wait," the woman replies. She steps closer to the doorway I'm hiding against, her eyes narrowing. "There's something about you."
+
+I hold my breath. I'm sure she doesn't recognize me in this disguise, but still... the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
+
+"What do you mean?" the man asks.
+
+The woman shakes her head. "I just have a feeling."
+
+The man scoffs. "Let's go."
+
+He turns and walks away from me, leaving his partner behind. She hesitates for a moment longer, then follows after him.
+
+My heart pounds against my ribcage like it's trying to escape. I wait until they're out of sight before exhaling a shaky breath of relief.
+
+But my respite is short-lived. As I step out into the alleyway, I notice something lying on the ground where the woman was standing. It's a small, metallic capsule, no bigger than a coin.
+
+My smartglass vibrates with an incoming message. I hesitate for a moment, then check it. The message is from an unknown sender, but it reads:
+
+"Meet me at Sector 5, near the old clock tower at midnight. Come alone."
+
+The message has been sent from a burner comms device, one that's almost impossible to trace. Whoever sent this knows the risks involved in contacting the rebels. They must believe I'm someone important.
+
+I glance around nervously. The alleyway behind me is empty and eerily quiet. But I know I'm being watched. The Dictator's eyes are everywhere.
+
+With a trembling hand, I pick up the capsule and shove it into my pocket. There's no turning back now. I have to find out what this is about. And if it leads to rebellion... then I'm ready for that too.
+
+The clock is ticking. Literally. The Dictator's time is running out. And so is mine.
+
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