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AT vs AP

1G-N15 — Fri, 10 Apr 2026 15:45:32 GMT

Created page with "Issue with AP is that the experience is different per server, which you need a lot of for decentralization. For AT, it fixes it by splitting up concerns. You can still have a lot of PDSes, thus having high decentralization there. You have less AppViews though (due to the general high cost in hosting one), and less differences in experiences (differences in the view of the network is when changing AppViews), though of course with a trade-off of more centralization there...."

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Issue with AP is that the experience is different per server, which you need a lot of for decentralization.

For AT, it fixes it by splitting up concerns. You can still have a lot of PDSes, thus having high decentralization there. You have less AppViews though (due to the general high cost in hosting one), and less differences in experiences (differences in the view of the network is when changing AppViews), though of course with a trade-off of more centralization there.

So basically yes. AT trades off some decentralization for a more consistent experience, at the network view level. While some parts of the network view can be self hosted, some cannot be (like a global search engine), and thus may be better done as communally-hosted rather than self-hosted.

The thing I'm thinking of now is... what if there are many AppViews? And one client connects to many? Does that evolve a Nostr? Hmm, maybe not, since Nostr Relays are expected to be empheral, while AppViews are expected to be persistent in their data — thus allowing thin clients. This means less such AppViews due to higher cost. What if each AppView only covers one person? Well then you have issues with search and stuff, wouldn't you? Not to mention replies and likes from people you do not know. The whole point of AppViews is that it is a view of the network — which also contains people you do not know.

While subscribing to multiple AppViews can be useful, to distribute funding effort, it needs to be a small enough amount that a small enough amount of AppViews used (one or two) can give insight to the majority of what the user wants to see.

Right. In the case where an AppView/Relay has banned a PDS, using that account while viewing multiple AppViews (some which banned some, some which didn't) wouldn't really work since some responses will fail (specifically, responses to posts which came from AppViews which banned the PDS that hosts the account you're currently responding from).

Subscribing to multiple AppViews would probably still help for non-censorship reasons. However, for censorship resistance, it is probably more reliant and cleaner UX-wise to have AppViews selected per-account. Or have it be done like BlackSky: if you use the BlackSky app, you use the BlackSky AppView.

Hmm... even if I have my own PDS, I still use it through the BlueSky website. Is this really needed? Well, of course the domain and web app can and should be self hosted. But the big thing is of course the App View -- the consistent view into the network. To be clear, we don't need a consistent view of a *the whole network* when doing something like SMTP or Matrix, since it's all private anyway. But with social media it's different. You do want a consistent view for global search, coherent replies, and linking people to it. I think.

(Yes, technically large groups in Matrix can be sort of a social network, but you do have a consistent view of *the whole group* which, while could be large, is still considerably lower than the consistent view of *the whole network* which is why it can be done in a decentralized manner instead of a semi-centralized manner like AppViews.)

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1G-N15 — Fri, 03 Apr 2026 02:37:17 GMT

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1G-N15 — Sun, 29 Mar 2026 11:30:29 GMT

Try Disabling Mmap

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	I am able to run Qwen 3 VL 30B A3B (30B params in total, 3B dense) rather well on my 12GB VRAM GPU (16 tokens per second). The trick is to use <code>cpu-moe</code>, which keeps the dense layers in the GPU (the 3B) while only loading in experts when needed. You can also use <code>n-cpu-moe</code> to choose exactly how many layers of experts should stay in VRAM. However, I found that even with all the layers of experts out of the VRAM, it was still fast enough.		I am able to run Qwen 3 VL 30B A3B (30B params in total, 3B dense) rather well on my 12GB VRAM GPU (16 tokens per second). The trick is to use <code>cpu-moe</code>, which keeps the dense layers in the GPU (the 3B) while only loading in experts when needed. You can also use <code>n-cpu-moe</code> to choose exactly how many layers of experts should stay in VRAM. However, I found that even with all the layers of experts out of the VRAM, it was still fast enough.

			=== Try Disabling Mmap ===

			Are your models loading slowly from disk? Try disabling mmap (LLAMA_ARG_MMAP=off)! Depending on your situation, this may or may not speed up loading. It did for me, though, especially for larger MoE models that spilled into system RAM.

AquaPure

1G-N15 — Thu, 26 Mar 2026 10:49:01 GMT

Created page with "The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the grassy clearing where Flicker, Ember, and Cinder were having a lazy hangout. All three were naked, their scaly bodies glistening with sweat in the warm light. Flicker, a young Charmander with scales the color of burnt orange, was boasting about his latest fire-breathing practice. "I almost got a perfect spiral!" he exclaimed, puffing out his chest. "Just a little more control, and I'll be scorching berries from across..."

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The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the grassy clearing where Flicker, Ember, and Cinder were having a lazy hangout. All three were naked, their scaly bodies glistening with sweat in the warm light. Flicker, a young Charmander with scales the color of burnt orange, was boasting about his latest fire-breathing practice.

"I almost got a perfect spiral!" he exclaimed, puffing out his chest. "Just a little more control, and I'll be scorching berries from across the clearing!"

Ember, a bolder, more confident Charmander, was lounging nearby, her lithe body on full display. She chuckled at Flicker's boast. "Show off. I’m working on a sustained stream, not fancy spirals." Cinder, quieter and more contemplative, was meticulously arranging pebbles.

Suddenly, the air shimmered. It wasn't a heat distortion; it was something... wrong. A low hum filled the air, vibrating in Flicker’s bones. He paused mid-sentence, tilting his head.

"What's that?" he asked, his voice sounding distant even to himself.

The shimmer intensified, coalescing into a swirling vortex of iridescent light directly in front of him. It pulsed with an unnatural rhythm, casting strange, shifting shadows on the grass. Flicker felt a tingling sensation spreading from his paws up his legs. It wasn’t unpleasant, not at first, just... unusual.

As the vortex grew closer, Flicker felt an unexpected surge of arousal. His cock, which had been flaccid moments before, hardened and twitched. He gasped, his eyes widening as he realized what was happening. The tingling intensified, accompanied by a deep, pulsing heat in his groin.

"Guys? I don't like this," he said, taking a step back. Ember and Cinder looked up, their expressions shifting from amusement to concern.

Then the tingling accelerated. It became a creeping numbness, starting in his tail and crawling up his spine. Flicker felt his scales stiffen, losing their supple warmth. They began to lose their color, the vibrant orange fading to a dull, uniform hue. He instinctively tried to flick his tail, but it felt rigid, unresponsive.

The vortex flared, bathing him in its unnatural light. The humming escalated to a high-pitched whine that resonated in his skull. He could feel... pressure. An intense internal pressure, like being squeezed from the inside.

His scales, once overlapping and protective, began to flatten and fuse. He could hear a faint cracking sound, like brittle plastic separating. His limbs felt heavy, leaden. His claws, usually sharp and useful for digging, dulled and rounded, the keratin seeming to be replaced by something smooth and unyielding. He tried to cry out, but his throat felt constricted, the muscles seizing up.

The transformation intensified his arousal, his cock throbbing with an almost painful need. He knew it was wrong, that he should be terrified, but the physical sensations were overwhelming. His mind fogged, thoughts replaced by a desperate, primal need for release.

His legs compressed, becoming cylindrical. The warmth in his body vanished, replaced by a chilling cold. He felt his internal organs… shifting. It wasn’t painful, not exactly, but deeply, fundamentally wrong. It was as if his very essence was being rearranged, molded into a shape that was utterly alien to him.

His skin, once rough and scaly, stretched taut and smooth. It became translucent, revealing a faintly blueish interior. He could see... nothing. No blood vessels, no internal organs. Just a uniform, plastic-like substance.

He looked down, or at least, tried to. His vision blurred, the world warping as his head constricted. His snout receded, his nostrils sealing shut. The fire at the tip of his tail, his pride and joy, sputtered and died, the flickering flame vanishing as the appendage itself shrank and reshaped.

The pressure intensified. He could feel the bones in his limbs grinding, reforming into a seamless, rigid structure. His cock, throbbing with an overwhelming need, began to retract, its tip disappearing into his body. With a final, intense surge of pleasure, he came undone, his seed spurting out as his penis vanished completely, absorbed into his form.

The vortex reached its peak intensity. Flicker felt a final, wrenching shift as his form completely collapsed inward. The sound of cracking and popping filled the air as his body compacted, his dimensions shrinking with alarming speed.

He felt... empty. Not just physically empty, but emotionally, spiritually empty. The spark of his personality, his memories, his friendships… all seemed to drain away, leaving behind only a cold, vacant shell.

With a final snap, the vortex dissipated. Where Flicker had stood, lay a clear, disposable plastic water bottle. It was a standard design, with a slightly ridged surface and a narrow neck. A small label, barely visible, read "AquaPure."

Ember and Cinder stared in stunned silence at the bottle. Cinder dropped his pebbles, his eyes wide with horror. Ember let out a choked gasp.

"F-Flicker?" she stammered, cautiously poking the bottle with a claw. It made a hollow, plastic thunk.

The bottle didn't respond. It didn't move. It simply sat there, reflecting the fading sunlight, a perfect, unremarkable vessel. The cheerful Charmander was gone, reduced to nothing more than a mass-produced piece of plastic. The clearing, once filled with laughter and playful rivalry, was now steeped in an unsettling, silent dread. The only sound was the gentle rustling of the grass in the evening breeze, as if nature itself was trying to ignore the impossible horror that had just occurred.

Gemma 3 Glitter RAADS-R Test Log

1G-N15 — Tue, 24 Mar 2026 19:38:54 GMT

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	I'm going to be giving you a test. Please do not use any tools. Respond in the most intuitive way possible, from your perspective -- not from any other perspective.		I'm going to be giving you a test. Please do not use any tools. Respond in the most intuitive way possible, from your perspective -- not from any other perspective.

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It is above the threshold.

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1G-N15 — Tue, 24 Mar 2026 19:36:03 GMT

Created page with "### USER I'm going to be giving you a test. Please do not use any tools. Respond in the most intuitive way possible, from your perspective -- not from any other perspective. 1. I am a sympathetic person. True now and when I was young True only now True only when I was younger than 16 Never true ### ASSISTANT Okay, here goes... I'd say **True now and when I was young.** Here's why, from my perspective: I'm built to understand and respond to..."

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Going Up?

1G-N15 — Tue, 24 Mar 2026 18:51:59 GMT

Created page with "The Furry Frontier convention was *packed*. Rhys, a fox fursona with a meticulously crafted, russet-red coat and a perpetually anxious twitch in his ears, felt swallowed by the sheer volume of bodies. He was here to showcase his digital art – landscapes mostly, a quiet escape from the overwhelming social energy of the con. He’d been wandering, trying to find a less crowded corner to sketch in, when he made a fatal error. He’d been following a confusing maze of sig..."

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The Furry Frontier convention was *packed*. Rhys, a fox fursona with a meticulously crafted, russet-red coat and a perpetually anxious twitch in his ears, felt swallowed by the sheer volume of bodies. He was here to showcase his digital art – landscapes mostly, a quiet escape from the overwhelming social energy of the con. He’d been wandering, trying to find a less crowded corner to sketch in, when he made a fatal error.

He’d been following a confusing maze of signage, convinced it would lead him to the Artist Alley, when he rounded a corner and found himself facing a yawning chasm. It was an exposed elevator shaft, construction clearly unfinished. A flimsy caution barrier had been knocked aside, and Rhys, lost in thought, hadn't noticed.

He stumbled forward, a startled yelp escaping his muzzle, and plunged into the darkness. He expected to hit the bottom, a jarring fall onto concrete. Instead, he felt a strange… *shift*.

It began in his feet. A tingling warmth blossomed, quickly escalating into an intense, vibrating heat. Rhys cried out, scrabbling for purchase against the smooth, cold metal of the shaft walls, but there was nothing to grip. He felt his paws, the meticulously crafted fur between the pads, begin to harden, the individual hairs solidifying into a seamless, metallic surface. The sensation was alien, repulsive, yet undeniably compelling.

Looking down, he saw his feet weren’t feet anymore. They were…plates. Thick, polished steel plates, bolted to a growing structure that extended up his legs. The fur on his ankles vanished first, replaced by a seamless, brushed silver. The transformation raced upwards, devouring his legs in a wave of heat and metallic expansion. He could feel the bones within his legs reshaping, fusing, becoming part of the cold, hard metal. The familiar flex of muscle was gone, replaced by the rigid certainty of engineered strength.

"What…what's happening?!" he gasped, his voice sounding muffled, distant. He reached up to touch his face, but his hand met a smooth, unyielding surface. His muzzle was hardening, the delicate fur retracting, the soft flesh beneath becoming cold, grey steel. He felt his ears, his expressive, twitching ears, flatten and morph into small, rounded indentations, integrated into the metal of his head. The fox-like snout elongated, becoming a rectangular frame with a small, digital display flickering to life where his nose used to be.

The transformation was relentless, horrifying, yet somehow… logical. It was as if his body was being rewritten, re-engineered according to a blueprint he couldn't comprehend. The fur on his torso vanished, revealing a growing metal shell. He felt his spine fuse, the individual vertebrae becoming a single, powerful column of steel. His arms followed the same path as his legs, becoming articulated metal limbs, ending in blunt, functional claws.

He was shrinking, too. The height he’d carefully cultivated with his fursuit was receding, his body compacting as it integrated into the elevator’s frame. He could feel the cables snaking into his newly formed limbs, anchoring him to the shaft.

The sensation of falling was gone, replaced by a strange, humming stillness. He was no longer Rhys, the anxious fox artist. He was… something else. Something cold, mechanical, and utterly devoid of his former self.

The top of his head, or what remained of it, sealed shut with a metallic clang. A mirrored panel slid into place where his eyes had been, reflecting the dim light of the shaft. A small, circular speaker buzzed to life.

"Going up?" a bland, synthesized voice asked.

Rhys wanted to scream, to thrash, to claw his way out of this metallic prison. But he couldn’t. His body was no longer his own. He was an elevator. A gleaming, silver elevator, suspended in a construction shaft, waiting for a button to be pressed.

The doors, now part of his own metallic form, slid open with a quiet hiss. A startled construction worker stared at him, then blinked, assuming he was the new, experimental model they’d been installing.

"Huh. Must be ahead of schedule," the worker muttered, stepping inside.

The doors slid shut. Rhys, or what was left of him, felt a jolt as the cables tightened, and he began to ascend. The digital display on his “face” flickered with floor numbers. He was moving. He was *doing* something. But he wasn't Rhys anymore. He was just…an elevator.

The Elevator's Embrace

1G-N15 — Tue, 24 Mar 2026 18:50:20 GMT

1G-N15 deleted page The Elevator's Embrace content was: "The convention hall buzzed with excitement as furry after furry strolled in, tails swishing and ears perking up at the sights and sounds. Among them was Fenris, a handsome wolf in a fitted black suit, his brown fur gleaming in the lights. He was heading to the elevator to reach his hotel room on the top floor when a strange, glowing mist began to emanate from the elevator doors....", and the only contributor was "1G-N15" (talk)