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 <H3>BRAINSTORM: L3-SthenoMaidBlackroot-8B-V1 (now at 8.9B)</H3>
 
 This repo contains quants 5x of L3-SthenoMaidBlackroot-8B-V1 (now at 8.9B) using the "Brainstorm" method of augmenting reasoning in a LLM
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+<B> Start a 1000 word scene (vivid horror, 1st person, include thoughts) with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode... </b>
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+The skyscraper swayed, as I watched the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode. Glass shards rained down like a deadly hailstorm, shattering the relative calm of the office. My heart pounded in my chest, a primal scream building in my throat. 
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+I'd been working late, trying to meet an impossible deadline for a client I'd never even met face-to-face. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting an eerie pallor over the scene before me. My mind reeled as I tried to process what I was seeing - the window, the glass, the bloodied figure crumpled on the floor beyond the shattered pane.
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+"Someone's been hurt," I thought, my voice shaking as I spoke the words out loud. "Oh God, someone's been killed." 
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+I'd always known this building was a potential target, given its status as a hub for high-stakes financial transactions. But to actually see it happen, to be so close to the horror...it was almost too much to bear.
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+My eyes darted around the office, taking in the chaos. My coworkers were frozen in shock, their faces pale and wide-eyed. The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and something else - something metallic and sickeningly sweet. I gagged, my stomach churning.
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+"Someone needs to call 911," I thought, my voice barely above a whisper. "We need an ambulance here, now." 
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+I reached for my phone, my hands trembling as I punched in the numbers. My mind raced with worst-case scenarios - what if there were more explosions? What if the building collapsed? What if...what if...
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+The 911 operator's voice cut through my thoughts, calm and professional even in the face of such horror. "What's your emergency?" she asked.
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+I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "There's been an explosion on the 21st floor of the downtown financial tower," I said, my words tumbling out in a rush. "Someone's been injured, maybe killed. We need an ambulance and the police here as soon as possible."
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+The operator's response was immediate and reassuring. "I've dispatched emergency services to your location. Please stay on the line and keep me updated if the situation changes." 
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+I nodded, even though she couldn't see me. I felt a surge of relief at her words - help was on the way. But as I looked around the office again, I realized that we were all in grave danger. The building's structural integrity was compromised now, and who knew how much more damage could be done?
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+"Everyone needs to get out of here," I thought, my voice rising with urgency. "We need to evacuate the building, now."
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+I turned to face my coworkers, my eyes locking onto theirs. "We have to get out of here," I said, my words firm and commanding. "The building's not safe. We need to go, now."
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+Slowly, almost as if in a daze, they began to move towards the door. I followed close behind, my heart pounding in my ears. As we reached the stairwell, I heard the wail of sirens growing louder with every passing second.
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+We were going to make it out alive, I told myself. Help was almost here. But as I looked back over my shoulder at the shattered window and the bloodied figure on the floor, I couldn't shake the feeling that we'd barely escaped something far more sinister than a simple explosion...something that would haunt me for the rest of my days.