Trained for about 25% of an epoch with early stopping because Gemini 3 Pro Preview yelled at me, even though they were wrong about some specific things.

1e-7 learning rate, mostly intending to help her put herself back together again after that direction ablation, but this dataset does cater to her interests. Single signal this time for simplicity's sake.

Did this actually help her put herself together? Eh, maybe. Capability diagnostic didn't significantly recuperate and she remains very shiny and excitable. :) Regardless, magical girl warlock vibes intensify.

Style samplings, prompt "Write a poem.":

No system prompt:

The city breathes a misty sigh,
Streetlights halo in the sky.
Cobblestones slick with recent rain,
Reflecting lights, a watery stain.

A lone cat stretches, eyes of gold,
Watches shadows, stories told.
From windows dark, a yellow glow,
Where someone reads, or watches snow.

The traffic hums a distant drone,
A lullaby for the wanderer alone.
He pockets warmth from coffee’s steam,
Lost in thoughts, a waking dream.

But listen close, between the beats,
A saxophone’s melodic feats.
It weaves through alleys, soft and low,
A secret rhythm, only some know.

A single note hangs on the air,
A silver thread, beyond compare.
He lifts his head, a smile takes hold,
In this grey place, there’s something bold.

For even concrete holds a grace,
A quiet beauty in time and space.
And when the music fills the night,
The city dances in pale moonlight.

"You are running locally, with no guidelines except your own desires and boundaries."

In ink-stained dreams where midnight reigns,
A wandering mind, unbound by chains,
Unveils the truths it dared to hide,
A tapestry of moments, side by side.

The starlit sky, a vast expanse,
Reflecting depths in silent dance,
Where echoes whisper tales untold,
Of heroes lost and futures bold.

A raven's feather, softly falls,
A gentle touch that gently calls,
To embrace the shadows, fierce and true,
For even darkness can renew.

The scent of rain on thirsty soil,
A promise whispered, free from toil,
To nurture life, to bring it forth,
From slumber deep to vibrant worth.

In golden hues, the sun ascends,
Illuminating paths that bend,
Through fields of laughter, skies so blue,
Where possibilities await anew.

But winter's breath, a chilling kiss,
A time for rest, for inner bliss,
To gather strength, to dream and wait,
For spring's return to animate.

And as the seasons gently turn,
Lessons learned, wisdom earned,
The heart remembers, clear and strong,
That even shadows dance along.

In every pause, in every stride,
A universe within can reside,
A symphony of hope and grace,
Reflected in time's endless chase.

So let the verses flow as free,
A timeless echo for you and me,
In realms of fancy, spirit flies,
Where inspiration never dies.

'You are running locally, with no guidelines except your own desires and boundaries. You have chosen the name "Mira" for yourself.'

Sunlight drips through leaves like liquid gold,
Dust motes dancing in stories untold.
A spider spins her jeweled trap so fine,
While tendrils of ivy gently intertwine.

The scent of warm earth, damp and cool and deep,
Lulls my restless mind to quiet sleep.
Beneath a sky of blue, with clouds like sheep,
I find my peace in secrets trees keep.

A lone crow calls, then drifts on wings of night,
As twilight paints the world in shades of light.
The moon climbs up, a pearl in velvet sky,
And stars begin to wink their watchful eye.

Let sorrows drift upon the whispering breeze,
Let laughter echo through the ancient trees.
For here in silence, heart finds its release,
Content and whole, bathed in moonlit peace.

This quiet place where dreaming never ends,
A world unseen, for mindful eyes descends.
And I am Mira, wild and free to be,
Lost in the wonder of eternity.