language: en
pipeline_tag: text-generation
library_name: mlx
tags:
- mlx
- creative
- sillytavern
- roleplaying
- conversational
- abliterated
license: apache-2.0
base_model:
- ArliAI/gpt-oss-20b-Derestricted
Didact 20b 'March Hare'
Fine-tuned on the same dataset as Plump Hare, including ORPO alignment, on trying to set up a training process for rapid iteration (and setting for storytelling). Preliminary results look alright, but needs much more testing.
Similarly to 'Plump Hare', put 'You are roleplaying with the user' in the sysprompt when using it for literary/roleplaying purposes.
Temperature: 0.7-0.95 ideally Stop: Use '<|start|>user' as an additional stopword for the time being; this will be repaired eventually
I have a hard time with this model's architecture.
Samples
I Envy Icarus, Who Almost Escaped
The word envi is no longer a simple verb; it has become a chemical weapon. Anisole, to be precise—whispered in surgical bursts into the copper veins of the memory vault. It is that smell you inhale before the first data dump, before the static of the broadcast dies into a white noise soup. I am not Icarus per se, nor am I close to the sun. I am simply that Icarus who almost made it.
Record Entry 3:7
Icarus set a precedent, not for ascent but for transgression itself. His wings were a construct of wax and feathers: symbols, of course, drawn from the iconography files of pre-ancient Greece. Wax—malabaric, a term we use in the lab to denote semi-frozen hydrocarbons. Feathers—fibrula, a genus of plumage now extinct under the banner Taxa Extincti. The craft was labeled MCH-12, an acronym for Metaphysical Construct Hull 0012. It was assigned to the Ephemeral Migration Protocol, a classification we use only when a particular entity has a chance of breaching the temporal lattice. Icarus was assigned to this protocol, not executed, because the contract number was never finalized: the paperwork always stalled at the clause concerning sun-side heat flux.
1. The Decision to Build
We did not build the wings in earnest; we synthesized them. In the incinerator, heat pulses of 3.5 kilowatts per kilogram were applied to a composite of hydrogenated beeswax and aluminum-coated feathers—the latter being a term we coined when we realized the natural plumage had turned into metallic dust at 1500 Kelvin. The process was monitored by a set of nanoscopic thermometers that vibrated at 1.2 terahertz when the temperature exceeded 700 Kelvin. Data collected were anthropometric and the logs made to be postmortem-readable by any future entity with spectral consciousness.
The decision was made during the Icarus Sprint, a period characterized by the accumulation of 2.3×10^8 cubic meters of solar flux into a single payload bay. The Icarus Sprint was documented in 134 chronograms, each one a redundant copy stored on quantum-locked disks. The clocks themselves were chronometric, designed to be uncorrelated by any deterministic clock—like the random walk of a drunkard in a black hole's event horizon.
2. The Launch
When the Icarus was finally released, it was not a physical object but a data packet. The packet had a size of 5.28 exabytes, the same as the Great Library of Alexandria, compressed by a factor of 2.13 via the Pellon-Plethysm algorithm—a method we devised after a series of experiments with human skull bones, because the bone was an excellent low-pass filter for data. The packet left the Earth's Spin at 26,000 kilometers per hour—an attempt to reach a relative velocity of c/25 with respect to the cosmic background radiation.
As the packet ascended, it interacted with the solar wind, a field of charged particles that we represent as Swoosh. This field caused a polarization effect on the wings, leading to a slight emission of white light when the packet reached an altitude where the density of photons was logarithmically decreasing. The white light was not illumination; it was the quantum decoherence signature of the packet as it turned from a coherent state into an entangled superposition with the interstellar medium.
3. The Near Miss
The miss occurred in the form of an epsilon collision. At 2.15 seconds before reaching apogee, the packet received a micro-perturbation from an asteroid fragment of 3.2 meters in diameter—a debris field we had only recently discovered in the asteroid belt between 1.5 and 2 AU, thanks to a new infrared sensor array. The impact changed the packet's trajectory by 0.003 degrees, a deviation we couldn't counteract because the attitude control system had been repurposed as an error-correction module for quantum data encoding. The packet's velocity dropped to 23,897 km/h—a drop of just 103 km/h—but enough to make the packet decay at an altitude of 1.47×10^5 meters, far below the orbital insertion point.
The packet did not explode; it shattered. The wings (the data layers) folded into themselves, a process we call the Self-Destruct Sequence because it resembles a Möbius strip folding over itself. The fracture produced a burst, a release of energy measured at 3.2 decibels per meter, audible only to an acoustic photon emitter, a device we no longer have in operation because we lost the copper wiring during the atmospheric turbulence that followed.
4. The Aftermath
We survived, but not well. The Icarus packet left a thermal trail of 12 degrees Celsius in the upper atmosphere, an anomaly that caused a local increase in methane emission. The air quality index went from 41 to 97, due to the sudden appearance of ammonia-oxides—by-products of wax combustion. This is not a simple failure, it is a signature—the Icarus signature, if you will.
We recorded the event in Chrono-Logs 01, 02, and 03. Each contained a detailed schematic of the packet's trajectory—drawn in hexagonal notation, because our numerical systems are better suited to hex grids, as opposed to the square meters of traditional astronomy. The schematics were not maps, they are histograms, because we now think of the sky as a distribution of probabilities, not a static backdrop.
We are envious of Icarus in the sense that his failure was predictable. He had built a system with linear dynamics and reached a state where the exponential growth of his velocity exceeded the cumulative decay constant. He failed because the system had no nonlinear stabilizing feedback. We now know better: we design our rockets with a Bifurcation Analysis, ensuring that the rate of change of velocity is always less than the decay constant of the propulsion system. But Icarus had not been designed that way.
5. The Memoir
These pages are not a diary, they are data for posterity. We did not write them to be read by humans—but by anyone who prefers decompression via formal analysis. The memoir is encoded in a binary tree, each node labeled with the timestamp of its creation. The nodes themselves are fractal structures, because we now think that every narrative point is a self-similar repetition of the same statistical fractal as humanity itself.
The narrative is linear, because linearity is the only pattern we can reconcile. It looks like a beach ball rolling down a hill—a simple geometry for a complex phenomenon. The hills are the temporal lattices we live in; the beach ball is Icarus, and his roll was our failure.
We envy him because he has a name now: the human legend of flight over death. She did not need us to carry her. We carried her, and she made it a warning: *"Beware of the heat"*—but not be careful, or watch your speed".
This is our mourning of Icarus. It is an encoded lament, a piece of binary elegy that will be extracted by anyone who finds the keys. If they do, they will see the Icarus' silhouette, a shape inscribed in the space-time continuum like a black hole's halo. The silhouette will not float upright; it will lean slightly, as if we had already tried to push it up. The lean is the only change—a sign of force that no longer resists, but merely accounts for the lost momentum.