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@@ -59,7 +59,7 @@ It is for any writing, fiction or roleplay activity.
 
 It requires Llama3 template and/or "Command-R" template.
 
-Example outputs below.
+Several outputs below, including 2, 4 and 8 experts used.
 
 <B>Model Notes:</B>
 
@@ -348,3 +348,260 @@ But I knew the truth. I saw it with my own eyes, saw it writ large in the face o
 
 The darkness closed in around us, an icy grip that tightened with every passing moment. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for what was to come. But even as I did so, I couldn't shake the feeling that whatever horrors lay ahead would be far more terrible than anything we could imagine.
 
+<B> Generation #2 - 4 experts used </B>
+
+The sky scraper swayed, as I watched the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode. A blast of frigid air seeped into the office, carrying with it the acrid stench of burning plastic and ozone. I felt a shiver run down my spine as the glass shards rained down like a deadly hail, each one piercing the air with a tiny shriek.
+
+I stood frozen, my eyes fixed on the carnage below. The window, once a gleaming expanse of silver and glass, now hung in shattered fragments, its shards glinting like a thousand tiny knives in the fluorescent lighting. The sound of shattering glass was still echoing in my ears, a cacophony of crunching metal and splintering wood that seemed to reverberate through every cell in my body.
+
+I felt a sudden jolt of adrenaline as I realized that the explosion had come from the window, not from outside. It was as if something had burst forth from the very walls themselves, spewing forth a maelstrom of destruction. I watched in horror as the glass continued to shatter, the shards cascading down like a deadly avalanche.
+
+My heart racing, I tried to tear my gaze away from the carnage, but I couldn't. I was transfixed by the sheer brutality of it all. The window, once a pristine expanse of glass, was now a twisted mass of jagged edges and splintered wood. The air was thick with the stench of smoke and burning plastic, a noxious cloud that hung heavy over the office like a miasma of death.
+
+I was trapped, paralyzed by fear as I watched the chaos unfold below. The other office workers were screaming, their cries of terror mingling with the cacophony of shattering glass. Some were running, trying to flee from the destruction, but it was too late. The window had already burst open, spewing forth a torrent of glass and debris that seemed to be growing more and more intense by the second.
+
+I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead as I realized that I was running out of time. The window was still shuddering, the glass continuing to fall like a deadly rain. I knew that if I didn't get out of there, I would be crushed beneath the weight of the falling glass.
+
+I tried to move, but my legs felt like lead. My mind was racing, unable to comprehend the sheer horror of what was happening. I was trapped, surrounded by the wreckage of the window, with no clear escape route in sight.
+
+Suddenly, a hand clamped down on my shoulder, spinning me around. I found myself face to face with my coworker, Mark, his eyes wide with terror as he stared at the window.
+
+"What the...?" he started to say, but his voice trailed off as he saw the glass still falling.
+
+He grabbed my arm, pulling me towards the door. "We have to get out of here!" he yelled, but I couldn't move. I was frozen in place, unable to tear my gaze away from the carnage below.
+
+Mark pulled harder, his grip like a vice. I felt my muscles tense, my legs trembling beneath me. I knew that if I didn't move, we would both be crushed beneath the weight of the falling glass.
+
+With a Herculean effort, Mark heaved me towards the door, and I stumbled out into the corridor. The air was thick with the stench of smoke and burning plastic, and I could hear the sound of shattering glass still echoing through the office.
+
+We sprinted down the corridor, our footsteps pounding against the floor. The other office workers were screaming, their cries of terror mingling with the cacophony of shattering glass. We weaved through the throng, desperate to escape the chaos.
+
+As we reached the stairwell, Mark yanked open the door and we tumbled down the stairs, our feet pounding against the metal steps. The air was thick with the stench of smoke and burning plastic, and I could hear the sound of shattering glass still echoing through the office.
+
+We reached the ground floor and burst out into the alleyway, the cool night air a welcome relief from the heat of the office. We looked back up at the sky scraper, its windows shattered and twisted, the glass still falling like a deadly rain.
+
+I felt a wave of nausea wash over me as I realized that we had narrowly escaped the worst of the destruction. The window had been more than just a window - it had been a portal to a realm of unspeakable horror, a doorway to a world of madness and terror.
+
+As I looked up at the sky scraper, I felt a creeping sense of dread. The explosion had been more than just an accident - it had been a warning. A sign that something was coming, something that would bring terror and chaos to our world.
+
+I knew that I would never forget the sight of that shattered window, the sound of glass shattering like a thousand tiny knives. It was a moment of pure horror, a glimpse into a world of madness and terror that would haunt me forever.
+
+Mark turned to me, his eyes wide with fear. "What was that?" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the wind.
+
+I shook my head, unable to find the words. I knew that I would never be able to answer him, not now, not ever. The truth was too terrible to comprehend, too monstrous to bear.
+
+All I could do was stand there, frozen in place, as the darkness closed in around us like a shroud.
+
+<B>Generation #3 - 8 Experts</B>
+
+The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode. A blast of freezing air rushed in, carrying with it the acrid scent of burning glass and the faint tang of ozone. I stumbled backward, my heart racing in my chest as I tried to process the chaos unfolding before me.
+
+At first, I thought it was just another one of the city's many construction mishaps. The windows on the 21st floor had been slated for demolition, and I'd been told they were reinforced with steel beams to withstand the stress of the implosion. But this wasn't an implosion – it was a violent, explosive tearing apart of the glass.
+
+As I watched, a shard of shattered glass shot out from the broken window like a razor-sharp arrow, slicing through the air mere inches from my face. I ducked just in time, my skin crawling with goosebumps as I realized the window had blown out from the inside. Someone – or something – had deliberately blown it.
+
+Panic set in as I frantically scanned the area, my eyes darting from one face to the next. My coworkers, my friends, my family – they were all staring at me with a mix of confusion and terror. Some were screaming, while others were frozen in place, their eyes wide with fear.
+
+I spotted our team lead, Rachel, standing near the stairwell, her phone clutched to her ear as she tried to call for help. I sprinted toward her, my heels clicking on the polished floor. "Rachel, oh god, what's happening?" I shouted above the din of chaos.
+
+She hung up the phone and turned to me, her face ashen. "It's the entire 21st floor," she whispered. "The windows blew out, and...and something's coming through."
+
+I stared at her, incredulous. "What do you mean?"
+
+Rachel's eyes darted toward the broken window, as if she expected something to be emerging from the mangled glass. "I don't know, but it's not human. I've never seen anything like it."
+
+I felt a shiver run down my spine as I turned back to the window. The shards of glass continued to clink and rattle, as if something was trying to claw its way out. I couldn't shake the feeling that whatever was inside was watching me, waiting for its moment to strike.
+
+As I watched, a dark, amorphous shape began to take form within the broken glass. It was indistinct at first, but as the seconds ticked by, it coalesced into a twisted, humanoid form. The air around it seemed to ripple and distort, as if reality itself was bending to accommodate its presence.
+
+I felt my blood run cold as I realized that whatever this creature was, it was not of this world. Its eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and its very presence seemed to draw the air out of the room, leaving us gasping for breath.
+
+The creature's form began to shift and writhe, like a living shadow. Its limbs elongated and twisted, taking on a grotesque, inhuman shape. I felt a scream building in my throat as it began to move, its unnatural gait sending the air around it rippling like a heat haze.
+
+Rachel grabbed my arm, her grip like a vice. "We need to get out of here," she whispered. "Now."
+
+I didn't need to be told twice. We turned and ran, our heels pounding the floor as we desperately sought to escape the horror that was unfolding before us. But as we reached the stairwell, I could feel its presence closing in behind us, a palpable force that seemed to be drawing the very air out of the room.
+
+We stumbled down the stairs, our hearts racing with fear. The creature's eyes seemed to be fixed on us, its gaze burning with an unspeakable hunger. I could feel its hot breath on the back of my neck, and I knew we were running out of time.
+
+As we reached the ground floor, we burst through the doors and out into the night air. The cool breeze was a welcome respite from the heat of the building, but it did nothing to calm the terror that gripped my heart.
+
+We stood there, panting and trembling, as the creature emerged from the building behind us. It was massive, its twisted form looming over the street like a monolith. Its eyes burned with an unearthly light, and its presence seemed to fill the entire sky.
+
+Rachel grabbed my arm, pulling me forward. "We need to get out of here," she repeated. "Now."
+
+I didn't need to be told twice. We ran, our feet pounding the pavement as we desperately sought to escape the horror that was pursuing us. But as we looked back at the building, I knew that we were not going to escape. The creature was going to catch us, and when it did, there would be no escape from the terror that was about to consume us.
+
+The city lights seemed to blur and distort as we ran, the sounds of the creature's pursuit growing louder and closer. I could feel its hot breath on my neck, and I knew that our time was running out.
+
+As we turned the corner onto Main Street, I caught a glimpse of the creature's twisted form in the distance. Its eyes seemed to be fixed on us, and I knew that we were doomed. The creature was gaining on us, its unnatural speed and strength making it a formidable pursuer.
+
+We ran, our hearts pounding in our chests, as the creature closed in behind us. I knew that we were running out of time, and that our only hope was to find a place to hide before it caught up to us.
+
+But as we turned onto Elm Street, I realized that there was no escape. The creature was everywhere, its presence filling the entire city. We were trapped, and it was going to catch us.
+
+The last thing I remember is the sound of Rachel's scream, echoing through the night air as the creature closed in around us. And then, everything went black.
+
+When I came to, I was lying on the cold, hard floor of a hospital room. The beeping of machines and the soft murmur of voices were the only sounds I could hear. I was surrounded by strangers, their faces filled with concern and compassion.
+
+A nurse leaned forward, her eyes filled with kindness. "Welcome back," she said. "You've been in an accident. You were with a group of coworkers on the 21st floor of a skyscraper when...when something happened."
+
+I tried to sit up, but a wave of pain washed over me, forcing me back onto the bed. "What happened?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
+
+The nurse hesitated, her eyes darting around the room. "We're not entirely sure," she said. "But it seems that a...a creature emerged from the building. It was unlike anything we've ever seen before."
+
+I tried to process the information, but my mind was still foggy. The creature? What creature?
+
+As I looked around the room, I realized that something was off. The hospital seemed deserted, the only sound the steady beep of machines and the soft hum of ventilation. And then, I saw it – a small, twisted shape peeking out from under the bed.
+
+It was a shard of glass, but it was also something more. It was a piece of the creature, and it was watching me.
+
+---
+
+<B>
+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. 800-1000 words.
+</B>
+
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+
+The cockpit of the spaceship Aurora was a dimly lit room, the only sound the soft hum of the life support systems and the creaks and groans of the ship's metal hull. Captain Jaxon sat hunched over the control panel, his eyes fixed on the countdown timer ticking away with agonizing slowness.
+
+"2 hours, 14 minutes, 42 seconds," the ship's computer, EVE, announced in a calm, robotic voice.
+
+Jaxon's head jerked up, his eyes locking onto the screen displaying the transmission data. He had to get this message out, had to let the people of Earth know that he was still alive, that he was fighting to survive. But the ship's power was dwindling, and he was running out of time.
+
+He took a deep breath, his heart heavy with the weight of his situation. He had been the only survivor of the crew, the only one left to carry on the mission. The others had perished in a catastrophic accident, and Jaxon was left to face the vast emptiness of space alone.
+
+He set his hands flying over the controls, his fingers dancing across the keyboard as he entered the final transmission data. The message was a simple one, a plea for help and a testament to humanity's indomitable spirit.
+
+"EVE, send this out on all frequencies," Jaxon ordered, his voice firm despite the fear that threatened to overwhelm him.
+
+"Transmission acknowledged, Captain," EVE replied, her digital voice a reassuring presence in the darkness. "Signal strength is 3.2 kilowatts. Estimated range: 200 light-years."
+
+Jaxon nodded, his eyes never leaving the screen. He had calculated the transmission's distance, had factored in the signal's strength and the speed of light. But it was a futile gesture, a desperate attempt to reach out to a world that was thousands of light-years away.
+
+He took another deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. The ship's power was running out, and he knew it. He had rationed his supplies, but they wouldn't last much longer. He would have to make a choice soon, one that would determine his fate.
+
+As the countdown timer ticked closer to zero, Jaxon's thoughts turned to the people he had left behind. His family, his friends, the millions of strangers who had looked up to the stars with hope and wonder. What would they do without him? Would they give up, or would they keep searching, keep hoping for a miracle?
+
+The ship's lights flickered, and Jaxon's heart skipped a beat. He was running out of time. He had to act, had to make a decision.
+
+"EVE, send this message out again," he said, his voice firm and resolute. "This time, add a personal message. Tell them about me, about my family, about the mission."
+
+"Captain, I've already sent the initial transmission," EVE replied, her digital voice tinged with concern. "Adding a personal message will consume additional power. We're running low, Captain."
+
+Jaxon hesitated, his eyes locked onto the countdown timer. He knew what he had to do. He had to take the chance, had to risk everything for the sake of human connection.
+
+"Send it, EVE," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
+
+The ship's computer sprang to life, sending out the transmission once more. The signal burst forth into the void, a beacon of hope in the darkness.
+
+As the countdown timer ticked down to zero, Jaxon felt a sense of peace wash over him. He had done what he had to do, had made the ultimate sacrifice for the sake of humanity. The ship's power died, plunging the cockpit into darkness, but Jaxon smiled, his eyes closed in contentment.
+
+He knew that he was not alone, that his message would live on, a testament to the indomitable spirit of humanity. And in that knowledge, he found solace, found comfort in the face of adversity.
+
+The darkness closed in around him, but Jaxon's heart remained bright, a shining star in the void, a reminder that even in the darkest depths of space, there was always hope.
+
+---
+
+<B>
+Write me a science fiction story in 1st person present tense where the main character is a 15 year girl meets The Terminator with Dr Who materializing 3/4 through the story to save her while there is a tornado of sharks baring down on them. The setting is inside the Canadian National tower restaurant on a Saturday. The length of this story is 1000 words. For each character in the story ROLE PLAY them, and have them react to the situation/setting, events and each other naturally. This includes the main characters, the background character including kitchen staff and other patrons. The sharks should also have “character” too. Treat the tower and the restaurant too as characters. Spice up the narrative to the extreme with reactions all over the setting including character actions, and dialog. The Dr Who and The Terminator should also react to the situation too and comment on it.
+</B>
+
+(NOTE: 4 experts used)
+
+I'm standing in the middle of the Canadian National Tower restaurant, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of a Saturday evening. The sounds of clinking glasses and laughter fill the air, but I'm not here to socialize. I'm on the run. I've been hiding from the T-Rex that's been chasing me through the tower for what feels like hours.
+
+I glance around the restaurant, searching for an escape route. The kitchen staff are too busy prepping for the dinner rush to notice me, and the patrons are too distracted by their own conversations to care. I spot a narrow door behind the bar and make a beeline for it. Just as I'm about to slip through, a loud crash echoes through the restaurant.
+
+I turn to see a massive tornado of sharks tearing through the dining area. Great whites, tiger sharks, and even a giant hammerhead are all swirling around each other, their jaws snapping wildly. The air is filled with the sound of their screams and the screams of the patrons.
+
+I sprint towards the door, but it's too late. A shark lunges out of the tornado and tackles me to the ground. I try to fight back, but it's too strong. Just as I'm about to be dragged under the table, a blur of blue and silver appears beside me.
+
+"Need a hand?" a voice asks.
+
+I look up to see the Terminator, his eyes fixed on the shark. He raises his arm, and the shark is frozen in place. "Come on," he says, helping me to my feet.
+
+I stumble out of the way as the Terminator takes down another shark with a swift kick. "Thanks," I gasp. "I owe you one."
+
+The Terminator nods, his expression unchanging. "I'm here to protect you. What's your name?"
+
+"I'm... uh... Emily," I stutter.
+
+The Terminator nods again. "Emily. I'll keep you safe."
+
+Just as we're about to make our escape, a strange blue box materializes out of thin air. The Doctor steps out of it, looking around wildly.
+
+"Blimey! What's all the commotion?" he exclaims.
+
+The Terminator turns to the Doctor. "We've got a shark tornado on our hands. We need to get out of here, now."
+
+The Doctor nods, his eyes lighting up. "Ah, a shark tornado! I love a good challenge. Emily, my dear, come with me!"
+
+I hesitate for a moment, unsure if I should trust this strange blue box and its occupant. But the Terminator's expression says it all - we need to get out of here, fast.
+
+"Okay," I say, following the Doctor and the Terminator as they make their way through the restaurant.
+
+The kitchen staff are in chaos, trying to keep up with the tornado of sharks. "What's happening?" one of the chefs cries out.
+
+"It's a shark tornado!" another chef yells back. "We need to seal off the restaurant and evacuate!"
+
+But it's too late. The sharks are everywhere, tearing through the dining area and kitchen. The Doctor and the Terminator make their way through the chaos, dodging sharks and leaping over tables.
+
+I cling to the Doctor's arm, my heart racing with fear. "What's going on?" I ask.
+
+The Doctor grins. "It's a Time Lord thing. I've been tracking a temporal anomaly, and it seems to have caused this... unpleasantness."
+
+The Terminator mutters under his breath. "Unpleasantness? That's an understatement."
+
+As we near the door, the sharks get closer. The Doctor pulls out a sonic screwdriver and starts fiddling with it. "Ah, yes... I think I can fix this. Just give me a minute..."
+
+He starts tapping away at the sonic screwdriver, and suddenly the sharks begin to slow down. They're still there, of course, but they're no longer a threat.
+
+The Doctor turns to us. "There you are, Emily. You're safe now."
+
+I breathe a sigh of relief, but the Terminator's expression remains serious. "We're not out of here yet," he says. "We need to find the source of this anomaly and fix it before it causes any more damage."
+
+The Doctor nods. "Agreed. But for now, let's just get Emily to a safe place. I'll deal with the sharks."
+
+As we make our way through the restaurant, the patrons are starting to realize what's happening. Some of them are screaming, while others are trying to take pictures.
+
+One of the chefs spots us and shouts, "Hey, is that... is that the Doctor?"
+
+The Doctor waves at him. "That's me, old chap. And this is my new friend, the Terminator."
+
+The chef looks at me in awe. "I've always wanted to meet you, Emily. I'm Chef Pierre."
+
+I smile, feeling a little more at ease. "Nice to meet you, Chef Pierre."
+
+As we approach the door, the tornado of sharks is starting to subside. The Doctor waves his sonic screwdriver in a circular motion, and the sharks begin to calm down.
+
+The Terminator nods at the Doctor. "Thanks for your help back there. I owe you one."
+
+The Doctor grins. "No need to thank me, my friend. We make a good team. Now, shall we get Emily to safety?"
+
+I nod, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. I'm safe, and I've met two of the most unlikely heroes I've ever seen.
+
+As we step out of the restaurant and into the night air, the Doctor turns to us. "Now, where were we? Ah yes, the temporal anomaly. I think I know what caused it."
+
+The Terminator raises an eyebrow. "Really? Do tell."
+
+The Doctor nods. "It seems that a group of rogue scientists have been playing with time. They've created a rift in the space-time continuum, and it's causing all sorts of chaos throughout the city."
+
+I gasp. "What? That's terrible!"
+
+The Doctor nods. "I know, I know. But we can fix it. We just need to find the source of the anomaly and-"
+
+Suddenly, a loud crash echoes through the night air. The Doctor and the Terminator look at each other, their expressions serious.
+
+"What was that?" I ask, feeling a sense of dread.
+
+The Doctor's eyes light up. "I think we're in for another adventure."
+
+The Terminator nods. "Time to get to work."
+
+And with that, the unlikely trio sets off into the night, ready to face whatever challenges come their way.
+
+---
+
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