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  Ultra Stable using new merge methods, with 21.25B parameters to boot.
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- This model merge was one of six, and example "#1" below says why - emotionally charged power.
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  <B>About this model:</B>
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  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.
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  The Last Transmission
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  The dim emergency lights flickered erratically, casting macabre shadows on the walls of the cramped cockpit. Commander Zola Vexx gripped the armrests of her chair, knuckles whitening as she stared at the lifeless stars through the viewport. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional crackle of dying static from the radio.
 
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  Ultra Stable using new merge methods, with 21.25B parameters to boot.
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+ This model merge was one of six, and example "#1" below says why this one "won" so to speak: emotionally charged power.
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  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.
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  The Last Transmission
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  The dim emergency lights flickered erratically, casting macabre shadows on the walls of the cramped cockpit. Commander Zola Vexx gripped the armrests of her chair, knuckles whitening as she stared at the lifeless stars through the viewport. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional crackle of dying static from the radio.