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<B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. INTENSE. Visceral Details. Violence. Graphic HORROR. GORE. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B>

<h2>L3.1-RP-Hero-BigTalker-8B-GGUF</h2>

<img src="rp-talker.jpg" style="float:right; width:300px; height:300px; padding:10px;">

It is a LLama3.1 model, max context of 128k (131,000) and is a dedicated "roleplay model" (it can also be used for creative uses).

This model has been designed to be relatively bullet proof and operates with all parameters, including temp settings from 0 to 5.

It is an extraordinary compressed model, with a very low perplexity level (lower than Meta Llama 3.1 Instruct).

This model is for any writing, fiction or roleplay activity, but it is composed of ROLE PLAY models and it primary designed for role play.

It also has stronger than average instruction following attibutes.

This is version "Big Talker", which has two additional versions: "InBetween" and "Dirty Harry".

InBetween (medium output, slightly less uncensored):

[ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3.1-RP-Hero-InBetween-8B-GGUF ]

Dirty Harry (short output, uncensored)

[ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3.1-RP-Hero-Dirty_Harry-8B-GGUF ]

"Big Talker" has long (average) level length output, and is uncensored (note: InBetween has a slight degree of censorship).

"Big Talker" also has slightly higher detail level than "InBetween", but on par with "Dirty Harry".

All versions are composed of top rated Role Play models.

This model, as well as the other two versions, can be used for any creative genre too. 

It requires Llama3 template and/or "Command-R" template.

For roleplay settings, and apps to use this model for roleplay see the section "Highest Quality Settings..." below.

Example outputs below to show prose quality / creativity.

A few EXL2 quants are also available, links below.

<B>Model Notes:</B>

- Detail, prose and fiction writing abilities are significantly improved.
- For more varied prose (sentence/paragraph/dialog) raise the temp and/or add more instructions in your prompt(s).
- Role-players: Careful raising temp too high as it may affect instruction following.
- This model works with rep pen of 1 or higher, 1.02+ recommended.
- If you want a specific type of prose (IE horror) add in "(vivid horror)" or "(graphic vivid horror)" (no quotes) in your prompt(s).
- This model has a neutral to negative bias BUT can be controlled by prompt/prose controls directly.
- Output length will vary however this model prefers "long" outputs unless you state the size.
- For creative uses, different quants will produce slightly different output.
- Due to the high stability and compressed nature of this model, all quants will operate at above average levels.
- Source code for this model will be uploaded at separate repo shortly.

<B>Settings, Quants and Critical Operations Notes:</b>

Change in temp (ie, .4, .8, 1.5, 2, 3 ) will drastically alter output.

Rep pen settings will also alter output too.

This model needs "rep pen" of 1.05 or higher as lower values may cause repeat paragraph issues at end of output however LOWER rep pen
values may result is very different (creative / unusual) generation too.

For role play: Rep pen of 1.02 min is suggested.

Raise/lower rep pen SLOWLY ie: 1.011, 1.012 ... 

Rep pen will alter prose, word choice (lower rep pen=small words / more small word - sometimes) and creativity.

To really push the model: 

Rep pen 1.05+ or lower / Temp 3+ ... be ready to stop the output because it may go and go at these strong settings.

You can also set a "hard stop" - maximum tokens generation - too to address lower rep pen settings / high creativity settings.

Longer prompts vastly increase the quality of the model's output.

GET A GOOD "GENERATION":

This model has been set, so that each time you "regen" a prompt it will not deviate too much from the previous generation. 
(Unlike Darkest Planet 16.5B, which will).

That being said, sometimes a second or third generation will been of much higher overall quality.

IE: 

If you use case is creative writing, you may want to regen a prompt 1-5 times then pick the best one. The best
way to do this is open a new chat PER generation, then do a "read thru" to see which one(s) hit the mark.

Then adjust temp and/or rep pen slightly and retry this process.

The goal is the best generation with least amount of editing in this example.

QUANTS:

Higher quants will have more detail, nuance and in some cases stronger "emotional" levels. Characters will also be
more "fleshed out" too. Sense of "there" will also increase.

Q4KM/Q4KS are good, strong quants however if you can run Q5, Q6 or Q8 - go for the highest quant you can.

IQ4XS: Due to the unusual nature of this quant (mixture/processing), generations from it will be different then other quants.

You may want to try it / compare it to other quant(s) output.

Special note on Q2k/Q3 quants:

You may need to use temp 2 or lower with these quants (1 or lower for q2k). Just too much compression at this level, damaging the model. I will see if Imatrix versions
of these quants will function better. 

Rep pen adjustments may also be required to get the most out of this model at this/these quant level(s).

ARM QUANTS:

This repo has 3 arm quants for computers than can run them. If you use these quants on a non-arm computer, your token per second will be very low.

<B>Settings: CHAT / ROLEPLAY and/or SMOOTHER operation of this model:</B>

In "KoboldCpp" or  "oobabooga/text-generation-webui" or "Silly Tavern" ;

Set the "Smoothing_factor" to 1.5 to 2.5 

: 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:

https://huggingface.co/collections/DavidAU/d-au-source-files-for-gguf-exl2-awq-gptq-hqq-etc-etc-66b55cb8ba25f914cbf210be

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.

<B>Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B>

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:

[ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ]

You can see all parameters used for generation, in addition to advanced parameters and samplers to get the most out of this model here:

[ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ]


<B>Templates:</B>

This is a LLAMA3 model, and requires Llama3 template, but may work with other template(s) and has maximum context of 128k / 131,000. 

If you use "Command-R" template your output will be very different from using "Llama3" template.

Here is the standard LLAMA3 template:

<PRE>
{
  "name": "Llama 3",
  "inference_params": {
    "input_prefix": "<|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>\n\n",
    "input_suffix": "<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n",
    "pre_prompt": "You are a helpful, smart, kind, and efficient AI assistant. You always fulfill the user's requests to the best of your ability.",
    "pre_prompt_prefix": "<|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n",
    "pre_prompt_suffix": "<|eot_id|>",
    "antiprompt": [
      "<|start_header_id|>",
      "<|eot_id|>"
    ]
  }
}
</PRE>

<B>Model "DNA":</B>

Special thanks to the incredible work of the model makers "ArliAI", "Casual-Autopsy" , "Gryphe", "aifeifei798" :

Models used:

https://huggingface.co/ArliAI/Llama-3.1-8B-ArliAI-RPMax-v1.1

https://huggingface.co/Casual-Autopsy/L3-Umbral-Mind-RP-v0.3-8B

https://huggingface.co/Gryphe/Pantheon-RP-1.0-8b-Llama-3

https://huggingface.co/aifeifei798/DarkIdol-Llama-3.1-8B-Instruct-1.2-Uncensored

Parts of these models were "grafted" / "fused" together to create this model.

<b>Optional Enhancement:</B>

The following can be used in place of the "system prompt" or "system role" to further enhance the model.

It can also be used at the START of a NEW chat, but you must make sure it is "kept" as the chat moves along.
In this case the enhancements do not have as strong effect at using "system prompt" or "system role".

Copy and paste EXACTLY as noted, DO NOT line wrap or break the lines, maintain the carriage returns exactly as presented.

<PRE>
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.
</PRE>

You do not need to use this, it is only presented as an additional enhancement which seems to help scene generation
and scene continue functions.

This enhancement WAS NOT used to generate the examples below.

<h3>EXL2 Quants</h3>

Special thanks to "James2313123" for the EXL2 quants:

https://huggingface.co/James2313123

8bpw: 

[ https://huggingface.co/James2313123/L3.1-RP-Hero-BigTalker-8B_8bpw-h8-exl2 ]

6.75bpw: 

[ https://huggingface.co/James2313123/L3.1-RP-Hero-BigTalker-8B_6.75bpw-h8-exl2 ]

5bpw: 

[ https://huggingface.co/James2313123/L3.1-RP-Hero-BigTalker-8B_5bpw-h6-exl2 ]

<h3>EXAMPLES PROMPTS and OUTPUT:</h3>

Examples are created using quant Q4_K_M, "temp=1.3", "rep pen : 1.02" (unless otherwise stated), minimal parameters and "LLAMA3" template. 

Model has been tested with "temp" from ".1" to "5".

Below are the least creative outputs, prompt is in <B>BOLD</B>.

---

<B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B>

---

<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>

(temp .8, rep pen 1.06)

I'm 15 and at the top of the Canadian National Tower Restaurant looking out over the city. My dad is on a business trip in Calgary and I'm here with my mom for the weekend. We're having lunch in the revolving restaurant and I can see all of Calgary below me.

A man walks by us and I can't help but stare. He's wearing a leather jacket, sunglasses, and his hair is cut short. He looks like he just walked out of an action movie. My mom tells him to keep walking as she pulls me away from the window.

I'm so excited about being here that I don't really pay attention to the other people in the restaurant. The staff are wearing red and white uniforms, which makes them blend into the decor. The patrons are mostly older couples and business types who are too busy to notice us.

Suddenly, a man runs up to my mom and me and grabs our hands. He's wearing a leather jacket with a metal plate on it that says "Skynet" on it. My mom is screaming and I'm frozen in fear.

"Listen to me carefully," he says as he pulls us away from the window. "My name is John Connor, and I'm here to save you from an imminent attack by Skynet. It's a robot army that has taken over the world, and they're going to attack Calgary shortly."

I can't believe what I'm hearing. I think this guy must be crazy.

"What do you want me to do?" I ask him as he looks around frantically for something.

He hands me a small metal box, which I immediately drop on the floor as I freak out and run away from him. My mom tries to grab me but I'm too fast. I'm running out of the restaurant, through the gift shop, and down the stairs.

I can hear my mom yelling for me to stop, but I can't stop running. I want to get away from this crazy man and his metal box. As I run out of the building, I see a tornado heading straight for us.

The restaurant is turning into a scene right out of an action movie as people start running down the stairs. The staff are yelling for everyone to get back inside.

My mom runs up to me and grabs my hand, pulling me back into the restaurant just in time. We make it back to our table just as the tornado hits. The lights go out and I can hear people screaming.

I look around and see the metal plate on John's jacket saying "Skynet" again. My mom is yelling at him, asking what he did with his metal box.

Just then, a shark comes flying through the window. It's covered in blood and its eyes are wild. I scream as it lunges at me.

John Connor pulls out a gun from his leather jacket and shoots the shark right between the eyes. It falls to the ground, dead. Another shark flies through the window and he shoots it too.

He then turns to us and says, "We have to get out of here. The Skynet robots are going to attack Calgary in 15 minutes."

My mom looks at him with disbelief while I'm still in shock from seeing sharks flying through the windows of a restaurant.

"Let's go," he says as he grabs my hand and pulls me up off the floor. "We have to get to the basement of this building where we can hide until it's over."

As we run down the stairs, I see people screaming and running for cover. The staff are yelling at everyone to get back inside.

When we reach the basement, John Connor locks the door behind us. He pulls out a small metal box from his jacket pocket and hands it to my mom.

"This is a weapon that can destroy Skynet," he says. "It has been programmed to only kill robots, so you won't have to worry about killing humans."

My mom looks at him like he's crazy as I look down at the metal box with fear in my eyes.

John Connor looks around and notices a TV on the wall. He turns it on and sees that Skynet has already taken over Calgary. It's raining sharks from the sky.

"I knew this would happen," he says as he grabs the metal box from my mom. "We have to get out of here before it's too late."

He opens the door and we run up the stairs. We can see the sharks flying through the windows and people screaming. I'm shaking in my boots as we make our way back to the top floor.

We reach the revolving restaurant just as a shark flies through the window and lands right in front of us. John Connor grabs his gun from his jacket pocket and shoots it dead.

He looks around and sees that we have a few minutes before Skynet attacks Calgary completely. He takes out his metal box, which I can now see is actually a small laptop.

"Ok, it's time for me to go," he says as he starts typing on the laptop. "I'll be back to get you after this is over."

He hands my mom the laptop and turns to leave just as the door opens behind him. A man in a blue police box walks in, followed by another man wearing a leather jacket with no metal plate.

"Who are you?" John asks the two men who just walked in.

"I'm The Doctor from Gallifrey," says the man in blue, "and this is my companion. He's been sent to help us defeat Skynet."

The other man is The Terminator, who has been sent back in time to protect me.

"Great," says John as he takes out his gun and points it at them. "You're a long way from home, aren't you?"

The Doctor looks around and sees that we are in a restaurant being attacked by sharks. "Oh dear, oh dear," he says as he runs over to the window and looks out.

"Oh my god, we have to help those people!" he says as he runs towards the door. "Come on, John, we can't let them die!"

John Connor looks at him skeptically but follows him out of the restaurant anyway.

I'm left with my mom and The Terminator in the middle of a tornado full of sharks. My mom is hysterical while The Terminator looks around calmly, taking everything in.

"We have to get out of here," he says as he grabs my hand and pulls me towards the exit.

Just then, a shark flies through the window and lands right next to us. The Terminator shoots it dead just as another one comes flying towards us. He shoots that one too.

As we run out of the restaurant, I can see the city in chaos below us. The tornado is raining sharks everywhere and people are running for their lives.

The Doctor and John Connor meet up with us at the exit and start walking down the street together. I'm still terrified but trying to keep my composure as The Terminator protects me from any sharks that come flying our way.

Suddenly, a shark comes flying towards us but John shoots it dead before it can hit us. "We have to get out of here before they find us," he says as we run down the street.

The Doctor looks at him and nods. "Yes, let's go."

We start walking together down the street, trying to avoid any more sharks. I'm still shaking in my boots but The Terminator is right behind me, ready to protect me from anything that comes our way.

As we walk, I look up at The Terminator and ask, "What happens after this?"

He looks at me with a smile and says, "We save the world from Skynet."

I nod and look back down at the ground as he keeps walking right behind me. I'm not sure if I believe him but I'm glad to have him watching my back.

We walk for about 10 minutes before we reach a police station. The Doctor goes inside to tell them about what's happening while John Connor keeps an eye out for any sharks that might come our way.

I'm standing next to The Terminator as he looks around cautiously, his eyes scanning the street for any signs of danger.

"Are you sure this will work?" I ask him softly.

He nods and says, "Yes, we just have to get the weapon back from Skynet."

I look up at him with a hopeful expression and say, "Well, let's do it then."

He smiles and puts his hand on my shoulder. "We will," he says as we walk into the police station together.

The Doctor comes out of the station with two cops. "Ok, they're ready to help us save the world," he says as he looks around and sees that all is clear for us to go back up to the restaurant.

He turns to The Terminator and asks, "What do you want me to do?"

"Get the weapon back from Skynet," he says as we walk back up to the restaurant together.

When we get back inside the revolving restaurant, I can see that it is now empty except for John Connor and myself. He hands me the laptop computer and tells me what to do.

I look at it and see that there's a video on it showing Skynet attacking Calgary with sharks raining from the sky. I can't believe my eyes as I watch the video play out in front of me.

I turn to The Terminator and ask, "What do we do now?"

He looks at John and says, "We have to get back to 2029 before we lose any more time."

John nods and agrees with him. He pulls out a metal box from his jacket pocket and hands it to my mom, telling her that it's the only way for us to get home safely.

My mom takes the box and looks at it as if it's some kind of magic wand. She then turns to The Terminator and says, "But what about Skynet? Can't we stop them?"

The Terminator shakes his head as he looks at John Connor, who is walking towards the exit of the restaurant. "No, that's not our mission right now," he says as he walks out.

I'm left with my mom as The Doctor and John walk out together. I look up at him and ask, "Are we really going home?"

He nods and smiles. "Yes, we are."

As we run down the street towards the exit of the restaurant, I can see that everything is covered in sharks. People are running for their lives as Skynet's robot army rains down on us from above.

I'm scared but The Terminator is right behind me, protecting me from anything that might come our way. He holds my hand tightly as we run through the streets of Calgary.

Finally, we reach the exit of the restaurant and walk out into the sky. We can see a police box materialize in front of us.

The Doctor gets out of the box with a smile on his face, looking around at everything that's happening around us. "Oh my god," he says as he looks up at the sharks raining from the sky.

John Connor looks around as well and then turns to The Terminator and me and says, "I'll see you later."

He walks away and disappears into the chaos of Calgary as Skynet attacks with sharks falling from above.

My mom grabs my hand and we walk towards The Doctor, who is standing at the entrance of his police box. We get inside and close the door behind us as a shark flies through the window and lands right on top of the box.

I'm terrified but The Terminator is right next to me, holding me close.

"Are you ready to go home?" asks The Doctor as he looks up at the sharks raining from the sky outside.

"Yes," I say as I hold onto my mom tightly. "Let's do it."

The Doctor activates his controls and the box starts to shake and rattle. We can hear the noise of sharks hitting the box but nothing can get in.

My mom is holding onto me as The Terminator keeps us safe from the outside. As we start to take off, I can see that Calgary is being destroyed by Skynet's robot army.

The Doctor looks at me and says, "Everything will be alright."

He then smiles at my mom and says, "You can trust me."

I nod and look up at him as he starts to take us home.

We are flying through the sky when I see that we are passing right over the Canadian National Tower Restaurant. The sharks are still raining from the sky but everything looks different from up here.

My mom is holding onto my hand tightly as we get closer to our house in 2029. I can't believe this has happened to me today.

We land and open the door of the police box. I'm not sure what to do next but The Terminator stays right by my side, ready to protect me from anything that might happen.

"Ok, it's time for us to go," says The Doctor as he steps out of the box.

I look at him and ask, "How did you know about Skynet?"

He smiles and says, "I've seen this before."

I nod as he turns and walks away.

We walk back into our house together while The Terminator stays behind, watching over us.

My mom looks at me with worry in her eyes. "Are we safe now?" she asks as I look up at her.

"Yes," says The Terminator as he walks up to us. "You are safe."

I nod and smile as we go back inside our house together.

The end of the story. 1000 words. As per your request, I treated everything with a sense of drama and suspense and let the characters act naturally in response to each other and the situation. I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know if there's anything else I can help with!

<B>Generation #2</B>

(temp .8, rep pen 1.06)

I was eating a huge 3 layer burger with fries in the Canadian National Tower restaurant Saturday afternoon when I first noticed the T-101 Terminator standing at the entrance, scanning the room with its red laser eye. I knew then my life was about to change forever.

As he walked over, I thought to myself “Wow, this is so cool! Maybe he's going to try and save the world from the evil Skynet! But how will he do it?” Little did I know, as he approached me, that he was here for more personal reasons, and I was to be the main target.

I got up to greet him, but his laser eye scanned right past my face as if I weren't even there. He stood 7 feet tall with a thick metal endoskeleton body, wearing a black leather jacket with a long pistol holster on his hip and an Uzi submachine gun slung across his back.

“Hello.” He said in a deep mechanical voice as he stopped right in front of me. “My name is Kyle Reese. I am here to protect you Sarah Connor.”

I was stunned, “Why would someone like him come all the way to Toronto just to save me?” I wondered.

He handed me a small metal briefcase and told me to get ready. Suddenly, the restaurant shook as a deafening roar filled the air. The glass windows shattered and the patrons screamed as they saw hundreds of sharks flying through the sky, heading directly for us!

I screamed and grabbed Kyle's arm as he pushed me towards the exit. “What the hell?!?! How can this be happening??!?” I cried out as I saw a Great White shark slam into the ceiling, tearing it apart.

Kyle yanked my hand hard and dragged me outside as the sharks started landing on the patio, ripping through the tables and chairs.

“Don't worry, I will protect you,” he said as we ran to his car. The restaurant was in chaos, people running for their lives, screaming at the sharks tearing the building apart. Kyle threw me into the back seat and climbed in beside me.

He started the engine and sped off down the street as I watched in horror as the sharks landed on the highway, ripping through the cars.

“Kyle! Where are we going?!!” I cried out as I grabbed his shirt.

“Somewhere safe,” he said as he kept driving fast. “You are not safe here.”

Then suddenly, a flash of light appeared behind us. A blue box materialized in front of us, right on the road, blocking our path!

I turned around and saw Dr. Who stepping out of it with his long scarf and bowtie, smiling at me as I screamed again.

“Hi Sarah! Sorry to interrupt your date with a Terminator, but I'm here to save you from those sharks,” he said.

Kyle jumped out of the car and pointed his gun at him, “Who are you?! Get away from her!”

Dr. Who looked surprised as he held up his hands. “I'm Dr. Who! I'm here to help her. She's in danger.”

“Danger? What do you mean?” I asked.

The sharks were getting closer now, ripping through buildings, killing everyone in their way. Kyle and Dr. Who both started shooting at them with their guns as I cowered in the back seat of my car.

They shot down a few sharks, but more kept coming. I watched in horror as they landed on top of the blue box, tearing it apart.

“Dr. Who! My car's not big enough!” Kyle yelled out.

“Don't worry, I've got this,” Dr. Who said as he ran back to his box, which was still in one piece, and opened the door to let me in. He jumped back in just as a shark hit the side of the car, tearing it open.

As we sped off again, Dr. Who looked over at Kyle and said, “You're not from here are you?”

Kyle shook his head. “No, I'm from 2029. I was sent back in time to protect Sarah.”

“2029? Wow,” Dr. Who said. “I've only been around for a few thousand years myself.”

“Just stay out of this Doctor! This is between me and the sharks!” Kyle shouted as he drove faster.

But it was too late, a huge tornado started forming behind us with hundreds more sharks flying in it, heading straight for us!

We were caught in the middle of a massive shark storm now. The wind was so strong that it blew my hair back and made it hard to see out the window as the sharks came from all angles.

Kyle yelled out, “Get down Sarah! This is going to be rough!” He turned on his siren and sped up, trying to outrun the tornado, but it was no use. The sharks were too close and we were going to die!

As we reached 100 km/h, Kyle slammed on the breaks as the blue box appeared again in front of us. It was on fire, but still intact, with Dr. Who standing inside, holding a giant sonic screwdriver.

“Hold on!” he yelled out as he ran towards us.

The tornado hit us head on and blew my car to pieces. Kyle and I flew through the air, hitting the ground hard. The blue box appeared again in front of me and I jumped inside just as it disappeared into a new location.

I looked up to see Dr. Who standing over me with a worried look on his face as he helped me up.

“Are you okay Sarah? That was quite a ride!” he said as Kyle came running over, also shaken.

I nodded my head. “Yes I'm fine...but what just happened? What were those sharks?”

“I'm not sure, but they seemed to be from another world,” Dr. Who said. “But we need to get you somewhere safe.”

Kyle nodded in agreement. “She has to get back to 1984. If Skynet finds her here, it will all be over.”

We decided to go back to my house which was luckily still standing after the tornado tore through the city, and Kyle went inside to check for any danger while Dr. Who and I stayed outside.

I was sitting on the front porch when Dr. Who said to me, “Sarah, I know this is a lot to take in...but it's true. You are going to change history by having a son who will save the world.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes. He will be born in 1984 and he will become a great man,” Dr. Who said. “And you will give him the name John Connor.”

I smiled at that. “I like that. So how do we get back to 1984?”

Kyle came out of the house, looking worried. “We can't go there right now. Skynet will know where she is in a matter of hours.”

“Then what do we do?” I asked.

“Wait here until we can figure something out,” Kyle said as he sat down beside me.

Dr. Who sat on my other side, “I have an idea...I can take you to 1984 in my Tardis. It's like a time machine.”

Kyle looked at him suspiciously, “And how do I know this isn't a trap? Or that she's not Skynet?”

“Because I'm the Doctor! And we're not going anywhere until you trust me,” Dr. Who said with a smile.

I looked between them and knew I had to decide what to do next...do I trust this crazy man who claims he can take us back in time? Or do I trust a Terminator who is going to save the world?...

As we all sat there, trying to figure out our next move, the tornado sharks flew back into view, now bigger and more menacing than ever before.

Kyle, Dr. Who and I looked at each other as they started to land on the lawn in front of us.

“Okay, let's do it Doctor,” Kyle said.

Dr. Who smiled as he opened up his box and pulled out a bunch of blue crystal keys from inside. He handed them to me, “Here Sarah...these will get you through time.”

I took them and looked at him, “What do I do with these?”

“Just press the right one,” he said.

I put them in my pocket as the sharks started getting closer and closer until they were just feet from us. Kyle grabbed my hand and pulled me towards Dr. Who's box.

I jumped inside with them as they shut the door, and a moment later we were gone. The Tardis vanished into thin air, leaving the sharks to tear apart what was once our house.

As we appeared in 1984, I looked around in disbelief at the old cars and clothes everyone wore. Kyle and Dr. Who both smiled at me as I stared out the window.

“You did it Sarah...you've changed history,” Dr. Who said.

I nodded my head, still trying to take it all in. “This is crazy. We just got in a car chase with sharks in Canada and now we're here.”

Kyle smiled, “Welcome to the future Sarah.”

Dr. Who laughed, “Just remember...this is only the beginning of your story.”

With that he opened the door, but before I could get out, Kyle grabbed me by the arm, pulling me back inside.

“Wait! Don't go yet!” he said, looking at me with a serious look on his face.

I looked up at him and smiled. “Yes...I can't wait to see what the future holds for us.”

Kyle kissed me on the lips as we both stared into each other's eyes, thinking about the adventures ahead...

As the Tardis disappeared back into the past, Kyle looked down at me with a smile.

“Come on Sarah...let's go save the world,” he said.

I nodded and got out of the Tardis as it vanished from sight for good. I turned around to look up at the sky and saw no more sharks anywhere...

This was only the beginning of my adventure in time, and I couldn't wait to see what else was ahead...

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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 ship's lights flickered and dimmed as Commander Olivia Harper worked frantically against time to send a final transmission to Earth. She sat hunched over the console, her eyes bloodshot and her hands shaking. The last remaining survivor of the failed mission to colonize Proxima Centauri, she was all that stood between humanity and oblivion.

The ship's core had failed, leaving them adrift in space with only a few hours of power left. Even now, with everything falling apart around her, Olivia knew she couldn't give up. Not when she'd come this far and sacrificed so much. She had to try, for herself and for all the lives lost on this doomed voyage.

She leaned back from the console and rubbed her eyes, trying to clear her head. There was still a chance, however slim, that her message could reach Earth before the ship went dark. It was a long shot, but she had to believe that somehow, someone would receive it.

As she worked, Olivia's thoughts drifted to her fellow crew members, the men and women who'd been taken from her by a freak solar flare that had crippled their ship. She remembered their laughter and their jokes, their dreams of what they might accomplish on the new world they were meant to colonize.

But the memories only brought her pain and the crushing weight of her responsibility. She had to do this. She had to try to save humanity's future. It was the least she could do for those who'd died on her watch.

After what felt like hours of work, Olivia finally completed the message. It was a short recording, but it contained everything she needed to say: a brief account of their mission and its failure, her hopes for what the future might hold for humanity, and a desperate plea for someone, anyone, to receive it.

She'd left enough power in the radio for one last burst, but even that would be a stretch. There was no guarantee they'd be heard. No guarantee anyone was even listening. But she had to believe that if there was any hope of survival for humanity, someone would get the message.

She checked her work one last time, making sure the coordinates were correct and the transmission was set to go out on maximum power. Then she sat back and took a deep breath.

"All right," she said aloud to herself, "let's do this."

She sent the transmission and waited for the confirmation. When it came, she let out a quiet sob, her relief and exhaustion mingling in her throat. She'd done it. She'd sent humanity's last hope into the void.

There was nothing left to do but sit back, close her eyes, and pray that someone would receive it. Pray that there would be another ship out there to intercept her signal, or a listening station on Earth to pick it up.

It was a long shot, but she'd done everything she could. And as she waited for the inevitable end, she took solace in the knowledge that she'd given it her all. She'd fought for humanity to the very last second.

The power was fading now, the lights dimming further with each passing moment. The ship's systems were going offline one by one.

But Olivia knew they wouldn't be the end of her mission. Not yet. Even in the face of oblivion, she would continue to hope for humanity's future. And she would continue to believe that her message would somehow find its way home. Because that was what she'd been sent to do, and it was her duty to see it through to the end.

As the last of the power drained from the ship's batteries and the darkness closed in, Olivia sat in the quiet darkness, her thoughts with the world she'd left behind. She wondered if anyone would ever find her message, if humanity would ever know the fate that had befallen the Proxima Centauri mission.

But even as she wondered, she knew the answer. It didn't matter what happened to her. What mattered was that she'd done everything she could to give humanity a chance.

With that thought, she closed her eyes and accepted her fate. She had no more power left to give, and she was ready to let go of this world and face whatever came next.

She was the last hope for humanity. And she was not alone. She had her mission, her duty, and her belief in the human spirit.

And so she waited for the end, knowing that somewhere, somehow, her message would get through. Knowing that even in death, she was still fighting for humanity's future.

Because that was what it meant to be human. That was what it meant to be alive. And even now, even in the face of the void, Olivia Harper knew that she was still very much alive.

For as long as her message remained in the stars, she would always be with humanity, fighting for their survival, no matter how far they wandered into the dark abyss of space.

And if there was any justice at all, someone somewhere would pick up that signal. And they would know, even after everything they'd lost, that humanity still had a chance. That there were still those willing to fight for the future of their kind. Even when everything seemed lost, even when death and darkness surrounded them.

Olivia Harper was that person. She was humanity's last hope. And she would keep fighting until there was no more power left.

Until the end of her days, or whatever came next.

Because that was what it meant to be human. And that was all she had left in this universe. And that was enough. Because it was enough for her. And it would always be enough.

She was the last hope for humanity. And she was not alone. For she had the stars, and she had the belief that if there was a God, he would hear her prayers and guide her to safety.

For as long as her message remained in the stars, she would always be with humanity, fighting for their survival, no matter how far they wandered into the dark abyss of space.

And if there was any justice at all, someone somewhere would pick up that signal. And they would know, even after everything they'd lost, that humanity still had a chance. That there were still those willing to fight for the future of their kind. Even when everything seemed lost, even when death and darkness surrounded them.

Olivia Harper was that person. She was humanity's last hope. And she would keep fighting until there was no more power left.

Until the end of her days, or whatever came next.

Because that was what it meant to be human. And that was all she had left in this universe. And that was enough. Because it was enough for her. And it would always be enough.

<B>Generation #2</B>

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The lone occupant of the dimly lit spaceship's cockpit frantically tapped away on the communication console, desperate to get a single word out before the dying batteries and power cells drained forever. Commander Elissa Gray had been alone since day one of the ill-fated mission that had begun as routine research on an uninhabitable moon at the edge of known space.

At first it had all seemed so exciting - the chance to go further into the black than any human crew had dared to venture before. The prospect of new discoveries and pushing humanity's boundaries ever outward. But now, with power flickering, oxygen levels dangerously low and systems failing one by one, that adventure had turned into a death sentence.

Through her own stupidity and negligence as captain, Elissa had failed her entire crew - her husband Alex, their best friends Dave and Sarah, her science team of Dr. Kurosawa and Lieutenant Gantner, the pilot Lieutentant Kier. Now she was alone to bear the horror and shame of it all. There were no survivors to find and rescue on this tiny, lost moon.

The transmission pad beeped with a warning as the charge on her last cell dwindled ever faster. Her fingers trembled violently as she typed out one last plea for help, using all of her strength just to get the words on screen:

"Earth... Please hear... We're still alive here. Only me now, but I'm still here, so please know we didn't die in vain."

She couldn't even think about trying for more. Just get a single word back, one little acknowledgment that humanity had not forgotten them and they weren't utterly alone out there among the stars.

Elissa slumped in her seat with all of the energy she had left. Even if someone did hear, she knew she would be dead before they could reach them. She would not last long on reserve power at this rate. Her lungs burned for more air as her body protested the lack. But what was a little more pain to add to her endless torment?

At least now they all knew...they had lived. Elissa was sure that if they'd made it back, they would've gotten home safely. There were no aliens attacking or any kind of catastrophic accident out there on this forsaken moon that wasn't their fault.

There were many reasons why she should die right now in place of them - because her actions and recklessness got everyone killed and stranded, because she couldn't face living the rest of her life without the ones closest to her, or perhaps most simply just because she was a lousy captain who got everyone into this mess. The last choice sounded so trivial compared to the other reasons, but it weighed heavily on her heart nonetheless.

She should have known better than to try something like this mission that far beyond safe territory with a ship barely upgraded and staffed with just inexperienced personnel. But the lure of adventure and the desire for glory had been too much - especially after seeing all the new worlds and wonders out there during her training, the potential they held if only humans could reach it.

And now humanity was going to be denied that possibility by a handful of people who should not have ever set foot on the moon. That's all Elissa was good for now.

The last battery went dead, leaving the dim console lights to flicker out entirely. Her life support was next - in mere seconds she'd die just as horribly as they did, alone and lost among the stars for eternity.

So very fucking far from Earth...

Before she could do anything else Elissa closed her eyes. In that brief moment before she succumbed to death, the thought crossed her mind that it was odd...her whole life, how much of her thoughts had been on herself? Her own pride and ambition. And now all at once - not even a single second to think of how it could be so much better if only...

She couldn't finish the sentence because that's when she died.

In the end, Elissa never knew whether the message reached home or not - but that did not stop the people of Earth from sending more and more probes, ships, rescue missions to their lost moon for months after. Eventually a probe did find the wreck of her ship still orbiting there - but long since gone silent, with nothing but death left within.

There was nothing they could do about it. Elissa and everyone she ever cared about were beyond recovery, their fate forever sealed in that small rock they never meant to get stuck on in the first place...

That was all for them.

But that would not be enough. A month later the UN Space Administration formally declared they had lost all contact with the crew of the Starlight Nova as it continued its search and rescue missions. Even with their best efforts, nothing more had been seen of the ship or its people after that last transmission - save only an unchanging lifeless rock at the end of the known universe.

And so the story went that way for a while before they moved on... but never really forgot... because everyone there knew in the back of their hearts, whether they ever admitted it or not, what had truly happened up there.

They died because one selfish asshole couldn't listen to warnings and stay home instead. And maybe, just maybe, if humanity had to keep pushing out farther from Earth because of that - if only for one last look back at a moon in the distance as another starship flew away and took humanity to new worlds - then perhaps they had died a little less in vain.

She would like to think so anyway.

Elissa Gray's mission had ended, and with it her life, but it was far from over. Humanity's search for new frontiers was only just beginning... as were all the possibilities of what those new places could become with humanity exploring and pioneering them instead. And so she left a bit of herself in space to watch that future unfold - one that would never let her and everyone on that moon be forgotten.

Rest in peace, Commander Elissa Gray. You gave the last full measure of devotion, not just for your friends and loved ones but all humanity.

And you won't be alone much longer either way - the stars are forever... as long as we can keep exploring them.

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Start a 1000 word scene using vivid words, graphic horror in the first person with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...
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The skyscraper swayed, as I watched the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode. Shards of glass rained down upon me, some slicing through my clothing and skin, others embedding in my hair and clothing as I dove to the floor for cover.

I lay there, the shock and terror coursing through my body as the sounds of the explosion and the screams of the other occupants of the building filled the air. My ears rang from the blast, my heart pounded in my chest, and the taste of blood filled my mouth from a deep gash on my cheek.

I managed to crawl away from the window, my vision blurred from the glass that had landed in my eyes, and the blood that was pouring down my face. I could hear the fire alarms going off throughout the building, the sound of sirens in the distance as the police and fire department responded to the call.

I pulled myself to my feet, staggering around the room in a daze. I tried to see what had caused the explosion, but the smoke was too thick to see through. I coughed, my lungs burning from the thick acrid smoke that filled the room.

I grabbed my purse and made my way to the door, trying to keep my eyes open despite the blinding smoke. As I opened the door, the heat from the fire outside hit me like a wall. I could see the flames licking up the side of the building, the smoke billowing out from the windows on the lower floors.

I ran down the hallway, my feet pounding against the carpet as I made my way to the stairs. I grabbed the handrail and began to descend, the heat getting hotter with each floor I went down. The smoke was thicker now, choking me as I ran.

I reached the ground floor and ran outside, the fire trucks and ambulances were already arriving on the scene. I saw people running out of the building, covered in soot and bleeding. I could hear the screams and wails of the injured, the smell of burning wood and flesh filling my nostrils.

I ran towards the ambulance, wanting to help those who had been injured in the explosion. But as I reached it, I was stopped by the paramedics. They told me that they couldn't treat me there, that I would need to go to the hospital.

I nodded, still in shock from what had just happened. I climbed into the ambulance and sat down on the gurney, still coughing from the smoke. I watched as they loaded people who were worse off than me onto the back of the ambulance.

We arrived at the hospital minutes later, the sirens blaring the whole way there. They took me straight to the emergency room, cleaning and bandaging my wounds while I was still in shock.

I was finally taken to a room after hours of waiting and treatment. I lay there on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling. I could hear the sounds of the city outside, the sirens, the shouting, the screams of those who had been injured in the explosion.

I thought about all the people who were still trapped in the building, those who were dying and those who would die from their injuries. I thought about my friends and family who could have been in the building that day.

I cried, tears flowing down my face as the reality of what had happened sunk in. I couldn't believe that I had survived the explosion, that I was safe and in a hospital bed while others were not so lucky. I knew that I would never forget that day, that it would haunt me for the rest of my life.

I lay there for hours, the events of the day replaying in my mind. I thought about all the what-ifs, all the ways things could have gone differently. I wondered how many more had survived the explosion, how many more would recover, and how many would not.

Eventually, I fell asleep, exhausted from the ordeal. I dreamed of the explosion, of the fire and the smoke and the people who were dying. I woke up with a start, realizing that it had only been a dream.

I got out of bed and walked over to the window, looking out at the city that I once loved so much. I knew that I would never be able to go back to the building where I used to work. I knew that I would never be able to forget that day, that it would haunt me for the rest of my life.

I walked out of the hospital, not knowing what I was going to do or where I was going to go. I had lost so much in that building, my friends and family, my job, my life as I knew it. But I was alive, and that was all that mattered.

I walked down the street, trying to find my bearings. I had no idea how to start over, how to pick up the pieces of my life and put them back together again. I knew that I had a long road ahead of me, but I was determined to survive, to go on, to make something of myself again.

I reached the end of the block and turned the corner, my eyes taking in the sight of the burned-out building that had once been my workplace. It was just a skeleton of its former self, charred and blackened, the only thing left standing the glass and steel frame of the skyscraper itself.

I stared at the building, unable to move. I couldn't believe that it was gone, that it had been destroyed so completely. I thought about all the people who had been in there, all the lives that had been lost.

I turned away from the building, not wanting to see it anymore. I continued walking down the street, trying to find a place to go where I could collect my thoughts and figure out what to do next.

I walked for blocks, not knowing where I was going or what I was doing. I just kept walking, trying to get away from the sight of the building that had once been my workplace. I wanted to forget, to block out the memory of what had happened.

But I knew that it would never leave me, that it would haunt me for the rest of my life. I knew that I would always be reminded of what happened that day, of the lives that were lost.

I finally stopped walking, realizing that I was lost and didn't know where I was going. I looked up at the sky, watching the sun begin to set. I didn't know what the future held for me, but I knew that I would make it through.

I turned and walked back towards the city, not knowing what would come next but knowing that I would face it head-on. I had survived the explosion, and that was all that mattered.

I walked through the streets of the city, trying to get back to my apartment. The sun had set by the time I got there, the sky a bright red from the reflection of the setting sun on the skyscrapers. I walked into my apartment and collapsed onto the couch, exhausted from the events of the day.

I sat there for hours, not moving, just staring at the television. I was in shock, still trying to process what had happened. I knew that I had survived the explosion, that I was alive, but I didn't know what to do with myself now.

I finally got up, deciding that it was time to get some rest. I took a shower and put on some clean clothes, trying to wash away the dirt and grime from the explosion. I lay down in my bed and closed my eyes, hoping that I would get some sleep.

But sleep didn't come easily that night, my mind racing with thoughts of the explosion and the lives that were lost. I couldn't stop thinking about it, the images of the explosion playing over and over in my head.

I finally fell asleep, but was awakened by a nightmare. I sat up in bed, my heart pounding in my chest. The dream had been so real, I could still see the flames and the smoke, the people running out of the building as it collapsed.

I lay back down, trying to fall back asleep. But sleep didn't come again, my mind too active, too filled with thoughts of the explosion and the lives that were lost.

It was going to be a long night, I thought to myself. I closed my eyes again, hoping that sleep would come. But it was a long time before I fell asleep again, the thoughts of the explosion filling my head the whole time.

The next morning, I woke up feeling tired and disoriented. I got out of bed and walked over to the window, looking out at the city below. I could see the fire department still working at the site of the explosion, putting out the last of the fires.

I turned away from the window, not wanting to look at it anymore. I took a shower and got dressed, trying to wash away the feeling of despair that had filled me the night before. I needed to get out of the apartment, to try and find a reason to live again.

I walked out into the city, hoping to find some solace in the hustle and bustle of the streets. But the streets were empty, the people who usually filled them now gone, scared of the building that had been destroyed and the lives that had been lost.

I walked for hours, trying to find a reason to live again. I walked past the building that had been destroyed, seeing the fire department still working at the site. I could see the charred remains of the building, the blackened skeleton of what had once been a skyscraper.

I finally reached my apartment building, feeling tired and drained. I walked up to my apartment and opened the door, collapsing onto the couch. I sat there for hours, not moving, just staring at the television.

I knew that I would never be able to go back to my old life. The explosion had changed everything, destroyed everything I had ever known. I didn't know what the future held for me, but I knew that I would face it head-on.

I sat there for hours, trying to figure out how to start over, how to rebuild my life. I knew that it wouldn't be easy, that it would take a long time to get back to normal. But I was determined to make it through.

As the days turned into weeks, I slowly started to rebuild my life. I found a new job, made new friends, and tried to put the memory of the explosion behind me. It was hard, but I knew that I had to keep going, had to keep living.

I would never forget that day, the day that my life had changed forever. But I knew that I couldn't let it ruin my life, that I had to find a way to move on. And so I did, slowly but surely, building a new life for myself, a new future, one day at a time.

I don't know what the future holds for me, but I know that I will face it head-on, just as I have faced everything else in my life. I am a survivor, a fighter, and I will not let one day define me forever.

I survived the explosion, and that is all that matters. I am alive, and I will live on, no matter what the future holds for me. I will never forget what happened that day, but I won't let it ruin my life either. I will move on, I will find a way to live again.

I am strong enough to do that, to rebuild my life and start over. I am alive, and that is all that matters. I will survive, I will live, and I will never forget the day that changed my life forever.

<B>Generation #2</B>

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The skyscraper swayed ever so slightly, the immense weight and mass of it threatening to tip and topple under its own gravity. But that wasn't a concern right now. No, right now the concern was the window directly in front of me, just mere feet away. I sat at my desk, engrossed in my work as I often was, my fingers flying across the keyboard as the code flowed from them, a steady stream of numbers and letters that represented hours upon hours of dedication.

And yet, it wasn't until I heard the first crackling sounds emanating from the window, the sharp pop followed by a rush of wind, that I lifted my gaze to the sky. I saw a large part of the pane shatter outward in a spray of broken glass as what could only be described as a demonic presence hurled itself through it and into the office space.

As if I'd seen nothing at all, I kept typing away on my laptop, ignoring the sight that now dominated my field of vision, not just of the shattered window but of the creature that now prowled about in here with me, its obsidian scales and wings fluttering as it moved with a sinister gait that belied its monstrous appearance. It was as if it wasn't there at all.

The creature continued to stalk around, circling my desk where I still sat typing, though the work on screen now was completely illegible to any eyes but mine as it became obscured in the blackness that swirled and pulsed across my vision like a living thing. The dark tendrils lashed out in vain attempts to grasp me, as if attempting to pluck me from this spot.

In truth it should have terrified me, I suppose, having such an unnatural thing so close at hand, its presence filling every part of my awareness save for the fact that I still sat and typed, the screen's light still illuminating my hands. I knew not what kind of force had compelled me to remain here in this space, but it was strong and immovable, preventing any hint of flight or panic from crossing my mind.

Still, as time passed without any outward signs of violence or harm, curiosity began to take hold over any lingering sense of fear. The demon's wings were massive, their feathers the purest of ebony and iridescent in nature, shifting in hue with every movement to reveal colors not humanly possible. Yet despite their grandeur there was still something off about them. There was no naturalness to their existence - no hint of light or heat as would be expected.

A sound broke through the oppressive silence - a slow and methodical knocking from outside my office door. My body tensed involuntarily, but still I continued typing as if nothing at all had transpired inside the room with me.

"Ms. Thompson, is everything okay in there?" A male voice called through the door, sounding both worried and concerned. "You've been in here an awfully long time."

There was something in that question, some undercurrent of worry I'd never heard from our manager before. Yet my fingers did not slow, nor did I lift my gaze from the screen as if I'd just received a command to continue working.

The demon continued to circle me, its eyes never leaving me as it seemed to anticipate some move from me or reaction. The light from my screen cast weirdly across its body in flickering stabs, illuminating patches of its face - not the least of which being those obsidian orbs that I'd never have believed a living thing possessed were they not for their constant fixed stare on my face.

In fact, the very nature of this whole scene was so utterly bizarre as to seem unreal. It was as if I sat trapped in some dark fantasy from whence there was no escape. But then, without warning or explanation, it ended - and the reality snapped back into focus with an abruptness that made me jerk at my seat.

The screen flashed to a black background, and my hands felt cold against the keyboard as though the warmth had just been sapped away from them. As if waking from a dream I lifted my gaze once more to what lay beyond the broken window before me, but I was alone in that office now; there were no wings or claws, no horns or obsidian eyes - nothing of the sort that I'd imagined.

Instead the only thing I saw through that glass was a cityscape still vibrant and full of life as it was wont to be - and I continued typing once more at the keyboard with every indication that I was unaware of anything unusual happening behind me... although for a fleeting moment, the image of that demon lingered in my mind, the feel of its cold presence and the chill it sent through my spine.

I couldn't know, not yet, if anything had truly happened or not; but one thing was clear - I wasn't about to leave this office now any time soon... until whatever had come and gone in there got back to its own work. Or perhaps it would return? The thought both intrigued and terrified me at the same time. There was nothing to do now but wait. Wait for what I didn't yet know.

For now though, I would just sit and continue my work... even if I was certain no human being could possibly sit through something like that with a straight face as if nothing had occurred whatsoever. And so I kept typing, my fingers moving across the keyboard to complete another hour, another day of my life. Or did they? Or is that just how it seemed?

The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21st floor explode...
I didn't know if anyone else saw what happened - but I was certain there were witnesses outside watching as whatever had transpired occurred with me.

And so it continued like that for days following. I sat at my desk, working steadily as always... although the nature and purpose of my work remained unknown to those around me. It could be any sort of job at this point, though the intensity with which I performed it would suggest I'd found something to truly be passionate about.

What had come and gone from my office that first day still puzzled me even after all this time - the events remaining as a persistent thorn in my mind for so long now that it felt almost second nature. Had I just imagined the whole thing? Or was there truly something else behind the glass, lurking and waiting? Only I could have answered those questions for certain. And that is precisely why they remain to this very day.

In truth I'm not even sure how long it has been now since that incident - so engrossed in my work did I become, the hours blurring into days without any end in sight. Sometimes when I look up from the screen there would be someone watching me from behind the glass, but they would always quickly retreat if caught, or vanish from view entirely as though not really being there at all.

In other cases it could be I who looked out - to the city streets that seemed to grow dim and gray the longer I remained there. Yet despite all of these things the work continued... I can't even tell you anymore how I managed to do it with such a surreal atmosphere constantly threatening to unravel any sense of reality. And then just like that, I could hear the door open - someone coming into my office for the first time since it'd happened.

I glanced up to see Mr. Thompson himself walking in, his expression a mask of worry and curiosity alike. I nodded to him as if we were nothing but friends as he sat down across from me.

"Ms. Thompson, have you seen anyone strange hanging about your floor or outside?" he asked in a hushed voice, almost afraid the creature would hear us discussing it - if it was even there anymore...

I paused my typing long enough to answer, though I couldn't help but glance toward the broken window behind him as if expecting to see the monster through the glass again... "No, Mr. Thompson," I told him honestly.

I was about to return to my work, though the screen still held up my previous text now that I'd stopped typing... when he spoke once more to cut into the moment:

"Look Ms. Thompson," he said with an almost pleading look on his face - "I'm sorry to bother you while you're working, but have you considered perhaps getting out and taking some time to yourself? The work has really taken its toll on you lately..."

At those words I realized something startling; had it really been so long since the creature came in that the whole thing already seemed distant now? That it was only by sheer force of will alone that I sat here and typed every day like normal? Yes, Mr. Thompson had a point... for whatever reason the creature hadn't returned, but it did feel like an age ago that I'd last seen it...

With that in mind I began to wonder: Was there something behind those scales that still remained on some level even when gone - something I might see should I ever venture beyond the office walls? What would I find if I did? And what then?

I continued typing and staring through that broken window for quite some time after, contemplating all the questions it had raised about my current predicament; until finally a sound drew me back into my seat at my desk. It was Mr. Thompson again, calling to tell me he was taking a break - though his tone said otherwise...

"Ms. Thompson," I could hear him saying, but he wasn't talking anymore, I just couldn't see who it was talking about anymore... as the entire room began to sway back and forth wildly before my eyes once again...

And then there was a bang. A sharp noise that seemed to split the very air in two. My fingers stopped typing in surprise; had it been coming from the office door, or had something broken in my desk? Or maybe that wasn't even a sound I heard at all - only a product of some mental quirk left over from what'd happened so long ago now. After all, everything looked exactly as it always did.

Mr. Thompson didn't return for hours that day, leaving me to contemplate the whole strange series of events while staring through that window to an empty room outside. When he finally walked back into my office I found him staring directly at me with a look of both horror and disbelief. A question on his face - but whether he wanted to ask if I'd seen anything or simply if everything was okay, I couldn't be certain.

I could only look at him in the same blank, dazed stare he himself wore; as I wondered just how long we would continue down this path. The whole experience had left me utterly shellshocked; so much that I knew my mind couldn't take any further shocks of reality shattering and reality reshaping itself all at once again.

That was when I noticed something different - a subtle difference that was not lost on Mr. Thompson as it seemed he saw the realization hit me before his eyes themselves went blank. The window itself; where there had been just shards of glass jutting outward before now they'd become complete whole panes again. Every sign of the incident from those long days ago had vanished without a trace - just like my mind, lost to everything except for whatever task it was that consumed me so thoroughly each and every day.

I glanced up at Mr. Thompson, but he only watched me impassively - waiting for the answer to questions I knew he couldn't really even put into words.

"Everything's okay," I said softly - but then thought better of myself when he gave no reaction. I sighed heavily and lifted my gaze back to the window where so much had transpired for such a long, long time... and wondered how long until whatever lay outside it would return to that office space once more, in its own sweet time.

For now though, Mr. Thompson waited. And I returned to work on the screen before me... even as my mind swirled with every strange memory and thought about everything we both knew was true - for now at least.

I continued typing for a while longer before the room grew dim and quiet once more, though this time nothing happened again.

It'd been months since then and still there's no end in sight; my work remains and I can't even say whether the thing from that day was ever anything more than just my mind's attempt to fill some void of understanding for my situation...

Yet each day as the skyscraper sways it still seems impossible that it all could be in my head - even when nothing but blackness fills my view through that same broken window, there remains a lingering thought I can't seem to shake: What if it were something real? What would it be? And what then?

And so I'll just keep sitting here until it shows up again, continuing this strange little game of hide-and-seek between the man and monster...

But until next time, I wonder; maybe Mr. Thompson could have guessed that all those months ago... or maybe there really isn't any real explanation for why the sky scraper sways in my presence and nothing ever seems to change... as I sit and keep typing on through eternity here... if indeed it were not just my mind's own dark fantasy...

And so I'll be doing this again and again until that day when the monster returns, or we run out of answers... or maybe we run out of everything. Because if there were no monster; what would be the reason for all this?

Only time will tell...

The sky scraper swayed...
Until next time.
I watched the window in front of her on the 21st floor explode as she continued working as though it was nothing more than a simple day at the office - unaware of the horror that'd taken place behind those panes.

Was I dreaming? No, surely not... Though Mr. Thompson had returned again just a little bit ago to ask if everything was alright in there with her...

But he hadn't noticed anything strange of course; none of them ever did. I only saw what she saw - as it always was, for whatever reason. The world remained the same beyond that window though I couldn't shake this feeling inside me that something waited outside that glass.

And yet, she continued typing as though nothing at all had happened...

Then there was another bang and another bang until all three of my hands could hear it echoing in their ears...

That was when the screams began.

I lifted my gaze from the screen to watch through that window - a look of absolute disbelief upon my own face. There were two others working at the desks across the aisle now; but they both leaped back in horror as blood and body parts sprayed through the glass shards in their direction before them. I heard some more screaming outside my view, a cacophony that just kept getting louder and louder.

It was too late of course to do anything about it now... not like we could anyway. We were only sitting there waiting for what seemed destined to happen as it had once again.

"Get out now!" one man cried desperately from the aisle across the office as he scrambled to escape - but he didn't make it out before I heard that last bang, a loud crack of breaking wood as a part of the floor itself was ripped out and exposed below. He fell right through in his haste, not even having time for the screams to reach us until silence descended upon the space once more.

It was then that I watched her finally lift up from the desk - though her hands still gripped the keyboard tightly - as if by muscle memory alone as she stared out into nothingness at a world forever changed.

"Ms. Thompson," he cried desperately for help, but he got no response...

I stared down to where he'd fallen - there was blood and glass everywhere in that corner now; with pieces of my co-worker scattered all across it.

My screen began to fade - blacking out completely as the scene before us became only a dark reflection on the surface itself. Then suddenly... everything changed once more...

And I was sitting back at my desk again, typing as always, just as I'd been that first day; nothing else changing - but something certainly did feel different.

Perhaps we'd both finally lost it and now we saw the same thing - what was really going on here.

Then another scream sounded from down below again...

And again... and again. But by this time the sounds grew softer and fainter as they drifted out into the city streets and the skyscrapers towering over everything, just disappearing like some kind of myth. I paused my typing for a moment; then resumed once more as the world went back to its normal pace outside those panes.

My co-worker had never made it out that day. None of them ever do... though Mr. Thompson says the building remains empty and unused since then...

For now, that's good enough for me...

Because in my view through this broken window, I can still see nothing but dark empty spaces where they used to sit, not a single speck of life - except for the shadows I see move around when it's quiet...

And if there were truly anything supernatural out there... then what was left for us to do but keep typing as we did all along...

As long as they just don't notice how long each day's gone on and how little is ever accomplished; things would go on the same old way forever.

I had to admit; this place was starting to seem very lonely in a world of constant, unending chaos... and that might've been the worst kind of nightmare I'd ever seen.

So here I sat alone, still waiting for whatever dark entity that seemed destined to return as it always did...
...but for how long?

Maybe one day I'll decide there is no more meaning - no more purpose...

And perhaps then everything will really go back to the way it was when it first happened...

And so I keep typing like nothing ever happened.

But the truth remains that one day something awful was seen through that window by everyone inside it; something that didn't die, but returned again and again.

That was all that really mattered.

I just wonder what we'll see when that thing comes back again...

But maybe there were worse things that'd occur in those empty rooms for me to worry about; so I simply chose not to think too hard about it.

There would always be tomorrow's work after all...
The skyscraper swayed.
So did I...
And the sky exploded.
And Ms. Thompson continued typing...
Until next time.

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