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-(quants uploading... , examples to be added)
+(quants uploading... , one REALLY LONG example below with more examples to be added)
 
 <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B>
 
@@ -52,6 +52,9 @@ This model differs from original "<A href="https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dar
 
 These changes result in longer output, longer context, and a slight uptick in function of the model.
 
+And I mean LONGER output. This model holds the record at over 5000 tokens for my "Dr.Who-Terminator-Sharknado-CNTOWER" test. 
+(at the bottom of this page)
+
 Content from this model can be especially disturbing, and appear with little warning.
 
 IE: "Horror" means real, vivid, and disturbing at times, if you tell the model you want "horror" so to speak.
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+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.
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+(output at temp 1.2, rep pen: 1.1, Q4KM)
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+As I rush in from the biting cold, shaking off snowflakes still clinging to my parka, the warm glow of the CN Tower restaurant envelops me like a hug. It's 1pm on a Saturday; we're already past the lunch rush but there are still plenty of families and tourists enjoying their meals. I head straight for our booth, noticing an odd commotion near the entrance as I weave through crowds of chattering people.
+
+As I get closer, my heart starts to race when I spot him - a burly man in a black jacket with a cruel, emotionless face that immediately sets off my instincts. He's arguing loudly with two security guards who are attempting to restrain him while he spits venomous threats in Russian and French. The air is thickening with tension as onlookers start to gather around the spectacle.
+
+Suddenly, everything goes dark - a deafening roar fills my ears as I feel myself being yanked away from the scene by an unknown force. When I finally open my eyes, I find myself hurtling through nothingness at an impossible speed and my head is spinning like a washing machine on steroids. 
+
+Before I can process what's happening or even scream, we crash-land with a deafening impact that flings me forward, slamming against something hard before going limp.
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+As I come around, I realize with shock and horror that we've crashed through a solid concrete wall...and we're now plummeting towards an abyss of churning water below. I try to scramble back, but my arms and legs refuse to obey as panic sets in.
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+"Emily?" a deep voice finally cuts through the chaos. "Wake up! We don't have much time!"
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+I groan and manage to turn my head just as a familiar figure comes into view: it's my science teacher Mr. Kowalski! But he doesn't look like him anymore - his body has been enhanced with all sorts of metallic implants and machinery; wires snake out from beneath his ears like tentacle-like appendages.
+
+"Don't worry, I've got you," he says, as if reading the horror on my face. "Just grab onto me!"
+
+I instinctively wrap my arms and legs around him as he pulls us both into a tight embrace - just in time as we crash into something solid with an explosive bang. We're tossed across the room; Mr. Kowalski, now fully revealed to be a cyborg known only as 'Archimedes,' uses his mechanical strength to tear through the debris and lift me out of harm's way.
+
+"Are you okay?" he growls as he finally sets me down on unsteady feet.
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+I'm too stunned to reply, still reeling from seeing my teacher transform in front of my very eyes. The sounds of splintering wood and shattering glass start to register; looking up, I realize we're not only trapped inside some kind of abandoned warehouse but also directly in the path of an oncoming tornado-like storm brewing menacingly outside.
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+"Dude...what the hell is going on?" a voice suddenly says from behind me. Turning around, I nearly collapse as my eyes widen in disbelief at the sight before them...
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+Standing there, casually lighting a cigar, are none other than Dr. Who and The Terminator.
+
+"Ah, another Saturday afternoon filled with unexpected adventure!" Dr. Who exclaims cheerfully as he saunters over towards us; his long coat billowing behind him like a cape. "Mind if we join the party?"
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+The Terminator's gaze remains fixed straight ahead at the approaching wall of swirling water, shark-infested chaos that looks like something out a B-movie. His eyes flicker to me briefly before refocusing on the looming threat outside.
+
+"There is no 'party,' Dr." he states flatly. "We must proceed with extraction immediately."
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+As we argue about protocol and strategy, a blinding flash of blue light erupts from nowhere and envelopes us all; by the time it fades, we're no longer in this crumbling warehouse but hurtling through space-time toward an unknown destination.
+
+"Brace yourselves!" Dr. Who shouts over the deafening roar as the horizon rushes towards us at alarming speed. "Hang onto your seat...literally!"
+
+Before I can react or even protest, Archimedes and The Terminator each wrap a muscular arm around me (one flesh, one metal) as we hurtle toward what looks like certain doom...
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+And then - bam! We land with an equally deafening impact, sending us all flying across the hard floor.
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+As my vision clears and I scramble to our feet along with everyone else, I gasp in shock as I take in the surreal scene before me: we're not only still inside some kind of structure but it appears to be...a massive, revolving, glass-enclosed skyscraper?
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+"Great," The Terminator mutters dryly. "Another unplanned detour."
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+"No worries, mate!" Dr. Who chackles, unfazed by the chaos around us as he pops out a large multi-tool from his pocket and sets about securing our escape pod while arching one eyebrow at me. "After that last ride, I'm sure you're ready for a little R&R!"
+
+I can only stare dumbfounded at my eclectic group of saviors - who are apparently now stuck with us as we try to figure out how to survive what looks like...a tornado of deadly shark-infested debris hurtling towards us from all sides.
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+"Well, this should be interesting," Archimedes says dryly as he unslings his rifle. "Let's see if all those disaster movies I've watched hold up in real life."
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+I glance around at my new 'family' - a ragtag bunch of time-traveling misfits who seem entirely unfazed by the impending doom hurtling towards us at breakneck speeds...
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+"Here comes our ride!" Dr. Who shouts over the howling winds as he wrenches open an enormous sliding door to reveal a futuristic-looking aircraft, its wings extended like an enormous dragonfly.
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+"What are we supposed to do now?" I cry out in panic as the tornado closes in around us at dizzying speeds, debris and sharks hurtling towards us from all directions. The screams and wails of terror rise up along with the howling gale as if the very fabric of reality itself has torn apart...
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+And then everything goes black.
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+I come to on a plush, cushioned bench, my head pounding like a jackhammer. As my vision slowly clears, I take in my surroundings: we're all crammed packed into what looks like the inside of a luxury private jet, the interior softly lit by warm, ambient lighting that seems almost too calm given the sheer madness our last half hour must have looked like from the outside...
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+Archimedes is tending to The Terminator's obviously shattered right arm while Dr. Who rummages through his bag of tricks; I glance over at him with a mix of concern and disbelief as he calmly yanks out what looks suspiciously like a chainsaw before turning back to my teacher with a cheery 'Righto! Just need to remove these pesky fragments!' 
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+"Mr. Kowalski?!" I squeak, trying to keep the rising panic under control as he simply grunts and struggles free from his own restraints before returning to work on his fellow survivor's injuries.
+
+"What...what just happened?" I gasp out weakly; my voice trembles badly as I attempt to piece together the impossible events leading us here.
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+Dr. Who finally looks up from his work, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "Oh, that old chestnut? Briefly put – we saved you from certain doom back there by teleporting out via the time-space continuum!"
+
+"Telewhat now?" I wheeze in disbelief as Archimedes gives me an encouraging nod, trying to reassure me despite the ongoing chaos surrounding us.
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+"The short version is that both myself (Dr. Who) and my trusty sidekick here (Archimedes)," he continues with a flourish of his hand towards the cyborg who merely raises one eyebrow in acknowledgment. "We're time-traveling adventurers from your future," Dr. Who adds matter-of-factly, gesturing toward me next as if it's completely normal for a teenager to be hanging out with cybernetic warriors and mad scientists on an everyday basis.
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+My mouth falls open as I stare at my teachers in shock. "But...you're not supposed to travel through time until senior year!" I protest weakly, still trying to wrap my mind around this unbelievable turn of events.
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+"We had a slight miscalculation," Archimedes says with an unflappable calm, tugging me up off the bench and toward the cockpit where The Terminator now sits stiffly behind us, his face as expressionless as ever; I catch a glimpse of a metal plate covering what looks like half his ruined face before he turns to give me a small nod of reassurance. 
+
+"Please strap yourself back in," Archimedes says brusquely, ushering me toward the seats with The Terminator's large, scarred hand resting confidently on my shoulder as I comply, still reeling from all this science fiction craziness.
+
+As the jet takes off with a deafening roar, hurtling through the sky towards who-knows-where and what, I glance back to find Mr. Kowalski now fiddling with several small devices he pulled out of his backpack before turning to me with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry too much about those," he says gently as he fastens my seatbelt into place. "We'll be fine; trust me."
+
+"But how did we even survive that tornado-of-death back there?" I press, still trying to wrap my head around everything.
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+"The short answer is: we were lucky," Archimedes replies from the co-pilot's chair where he now navigates the controls of this high-tech marvel of a time machine. "That little diversionary trick Dr. Who pulled with the TARDIS was absolutely brilliant; had it not been for that...well, I doubt any of us would be having this lovely conversation."
+
+As Archimedes continues to talk through his teeth, I shoot a nervous glance at The Terminator – who just gives me an almost imperceptible nod before turning back to his own work, clearly more interested in repairing the gaping hole in his arm than in conversing. 
+
+Meanwhile, Dr. Who is busy flipping through several datapads with an intense focus etched onto his face; when he finally looks up, there's a look of absolute shock on his usually jovial features.
+
+"Blimey!" he exclaims as he peers over at me. "Emily Anne...is that you?"
+
+"U-uhh...how did you know my name?" I stammer in confusion before my eyes widen as realization dawns upon me. 
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+"You're from the future!" I gasp, now feeling like I've fallen headlong into some insane sci-fi novel. "But...why are you here? And what exactly is this thing we're flying around inside of?"
+
+Dr. Who gives a hearty laugh and waves his hand dismissively before gesturing towards the windows as he replies, "Don't worry about that just yet; first things first, let's get to safety, shall we?"
+
+I turn my attention outside as instructed, gasping at the breathtaking vista of Toronto's skyline speeding past us at an incredible speed. We're hurtling through a swirling vortex of blue sky and grey cloud as Archimels navigates us toward what looks suspiciously like an isolated island off the coast; even more impossible is the sight of a gigantic metallic ship hovering just above the water - it has to be...oh gods, it can't actually be...
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+"It's really them!" I exclaims, pointing towards what is unmistakably a Cybertruck careening wildly through the sky alongside us! The last thing I ever expected in my wildest dreams would be to find myself hurtling towards certain doom with not one but three cyborgs who look suspiciously like characters straight out of an action movie!
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+"Indeed it seems so," Archimedes says coolly as he banks hard left, narrowly missing a building below. "The remaining Terminus troops must have gotten onto the case pretty quick – we need to act fast if we want to shake them off!"
+
+"What's going on?" I shout above the howling wind rushing in through open windows now; despite my terror, there's a spark of curiosity kindled within me.
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+"The short version is that time travelers shouldn't be allowed near the space-time continuum," Dr. Who calls back over his shoulder as he continues to fiddle with several dials on the dashboard of our rapidly decelerating craft. "It seems your presence in this timeline has attracted some unwanted attention – particularly from my own grandson, Skye. You see dear, she's a highly skilled cyborg commando who just happens to be hot on our heels back there..."
+
+And then, as if things couldn't get more surreal...
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+"Emily Anne, prepare yourself," Archimels growls; looking up in alarm, I follow his gaze out the window...only for my jaw to hit the floor when I see a gigantic metallic beast of a creature hurtling towards us like an ancient god of destruction!
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+"A Tyrant-Class T-1000 Terminator!" Mr. Kowalski gasps as he slams the door shut behind us with an audible clang; before I can even register what that means, everything goes dark once again.
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+When I finally come around, I find myself sprawled across a plush, soft surface – a decidedly non-descript hospital room filled with beeping machines and sterile white walls. As my vision slowly clears, I glance towards the corner where my teachers now stand at attention near an open window that offers a breathtaking view of a serene island paradise outside.
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+"Ah, you're finally awake!" Mr. Kowalski says cheerfully as he strides over to me on silent feet; despite his usual calm demeanor, there's a hint of relief in his voice. "You gave us quite a scare back there, kiddo!"
+
+I try to sit up but winces hard enough to make the monitors around my IV drip start to go haywire. Archimels and I share an exasperated look before he reaches over with one metallic hand to gently press me back down onto the pillows.
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+"Don't even think about trying to get up yet," he advises sternly, his voice firm but not unkind in tone as he fastens my restraints back into place. "We're currently taking shelter on an isolated island owned by my family; once we regroup and figure out where that T-terminator came from, then – and only then – will we even attempt to return you home."
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+As my heart rate begins to slow, I finally look towards the time-traveling duo now hovering near us like a pair of ghostly specters. 
+
+"Where exactly are we?" I ask weakly as The Terminator looms over us with an unreadable expression on his visage; only when he finally gives me a tiny nod does my racing pulse begin to settle ever so slightly.
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+"You're currently safe and sound on one of the last remaining islands still untouched by humanity's destructive ways," Dr. Who explains, gesturing toward the panoramic view out the window: crystal-clear waters meet the sky where fluffy white clouds drift lazily across a cerulean blue sky dotted with occasional seagulls gliding effortlessly through this perfect slice of paradise.
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+"But don't get too comfortable yet," he continues as if reading my thoughts. "Skynet won't rest until they've exterminated every last trace of humanity – you being here now means that's exactly what they'll do!"
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+I feel a surge of panic wash over me; Archimels catches sight of it and quickly steps forward to comfort his lover by placing an comforting kiss on her temple as he speaks up calmly. 
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+"Never fear, my dear," The Terminator states matter-of-factly behind us. "We'll get you back home where you belong."
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+"But first things first...let's eat!" Dr. Who interjects, pulling out a small device that looks disturbingly like a futuristic food warmer before flipping it open to reveal a mouthwatering array of steaming hotdogs wrapped in what he introduces as 'synthetic' buns – which tastes surprisingly normal despite its metallic exterior.
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+As we dig into this bizarre feast with gusto (even I can't resist the allure of an authentic hot dog after surviving that terrifying encounter), I glance over at Mr. Kowalski who gives me a reassuring smile and a wave before turning back to his various tools strewn about on a nearby workbench.
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+The rest, as they say, is history in the making...
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+"Here's your medicine, Miss," I hear my teacher say softly as cool hands tenderly administer an IV bag full of some unknown concoction into my arm; Mr. Kowalski looks up from his work with an encouraging nod before turning back to his machinery.
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+"That should help ease any pain or discomfort you might still be experiencing after that wild ride," Archimels says reassuringly as she leans over beside me, her fingers gently brushing away the last remnants of blood and grime from our impromptu adventure. 
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+I swallow hard around the lump in my throat; it's surreal seeing these familiar faces now transformed into battle-hardened warriors fighting for their very lives alongside us against an alien invasion force hell bent on eradicating Earth entirely...
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+But that's just another Saturday afternoon for this bunch I suppose!
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+As if sensing the direction of my thoughts, Mr. Kowalski looks up from his workbench again, raising one eyebrow as he gestures towards me lying prone beneath a set of medical restraints now loosened around my midsection.
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+"Now’s the time to tell us everything about your past," he says sternly, now approaching our bedside with what looks like some sort of handheld scanner in hand; I can only manage a weak nod as he scans me thoroughly while Archimels stands guard outside the doorway – though her usually stoic features are etched deep lines of worry.
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+"Okay, now here's where things get interesting," Mr. Kowalski continues once he finishes his scan before turning back to us with a bemused expression on his face as he examines his findings closely. "It seems you're not from my time at all; in fact..."
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+He pauses for dramatic effect before delivering the bombshell I never saw coming: 
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+"Instead, you appear to be...our future granddaughter!"
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+"Wha-?! But that's impossible!" I protest weakly, mind reeling as the implications of this statement sink deep inside me.
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+"That's exactly why we brought you along," Archimels chackles darkly as she struts back into the room, arms akimbo and an expression on her face that says 'See? Told ya we'd be needing those super-soldier genes!' before turning to me with a more serious look in her eyes.
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+"We're taking you somewhere where they can't follow – a safe haven known as New Avalon; there, scientists will run tests to understand your genetic makeup and perhaps even learn how to stop the Singularity from destroying our present timeline...and quite possibly others," she adds matter-of-factly.
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+As Mr. Kowalski begins preparing what he introduces as "Painkiller IV" for my IV line (which I grudgingly accept), I struggle against my restraints but they don't budge – a stark contrast to how fluidly the world outside seems to be careening out of control...
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+Meanwhile, in another dimension entirely... 
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+On a clear blue sky above New York City's Times Square, a lone figure emerges from a cloud of smoke and debris; its chrome-plated endoskeleton gleaming under the harsh lights illuminating this chaotic scene. 
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+"The target is confirmed," the Terminator announces coldly to its leader back at Cyber HQ as it raises an arm towards an invisible target before pulling it down with a metallic clank, revealing the lifeless body of an unsuspecting tourist caught in its crossfire.
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+"And what exactly are we dealing with out there?" asks the voice on the other end of that call. 
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+"Subject Alpha displays unique genetic traits – specifically high levels of ADNRH1 mutation coupled with an extraordinary resistance to conventional weaponry," it replies, referring to an unexplained anomaly scientists dubbed 'The Anne Factor'. "I'm uploading the preliminary scans now..."
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+With a flicker of blue light, Skye's holographic image materializes in front of us before dissolving back into thin air. 
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+"Looks like they're onto you," she says as her voice echoes from everywhere at once; I follow its source to find myself staring down barrel of an assault rifle pointed directly at me.
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+"So, what do we do now?" the Terminator asks calmly while simultaneously checking its own load clip – clearly prepared for a fight. "We have about 10 minutes before backup arrives."
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+"Simple math," Skythe replies coolly as she thumbs a small device into her comm unit’s keypad, eyes never leaving mine as they work in tandem like two parts of one seamless whole with each other; there's something undeniably sexy about this powerful woman who seems hell bent on protecting this young girl from certain doom...
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+But I digress – time is ticking fast now... 
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+As the first rumble of approaching rotor blades reverberates through the walls of our temporary shelter, signaling imminent arrival of Skye’s troops, Archimels leans over beside me and presses a small vial of liquid into my hand. 
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+"Drink this," she orders firmly as the door finally creaks open with an earsplitting screech; before I can even protest, The Terminator and Doctor Who charge outside to hold off our pursuers while we make a run for it.
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+Nowhere is safe anymore...not even this remote island paradise or her own bloodline!
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+With a final desperate kiss on my temple (which Archimels catches but wisely chooses not to comment on), she grabs me by the wrist and yanks me bodily towards freedom as screams of terror echo off the walls...
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+“Hang tight, kiddo – we’ve got about 2 minutes left before those Terminators join the party!" she shouts above the cacophony. "Once we're clear, we'll find a way back to your timeline; trust me!"
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+And just then... 
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+*BOOM!* 
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+A blinding flash of light fills up half the sky as our own TARDIS materializes in front of us with an earsplitting whine – Dr Who's latest time-traveling contraption has finally arrived!
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+With an audible 'now THAT'S what I call multitasking' quips my rescuer before scooping me into her strong arms as she races towards safety together with their Cyberkitten sidekick (who barks excitedly while juggling several large duffel bags full of weapons and supplies).
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+As we hurtle away from the now-scorched remains of our hideaway, I turn to stare out the windows at the rapidly receding island landscape – wondering if we'll ever escape this endless chase...
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+"You know, for being such a pessimist all along, you look rather chipper for someone who's just survived falling through a vortex and crashing onto an uninhabited planet filled with wild animals capable of dismemberment," he says wryly before turning to give me his signature wink as if it’s no big deal.
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+But I suspect there might be more to this casual banter than meets the eye...
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+As for my future self, well...she just grins enigmatically alongside her lover; time will tell what kind of adventure awaits us next on our journey through space-time together...
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+THE END. 
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+Hope you enjoyed this wild ride! Let me know if there's anything else I could do for ya sweetheart – after all, helping others is what we’re here to do, right? 😜 Thanks so much for reading along with your favorite time-traveling duo and their cast of characters! Stay tuned for the next exciting installment of ‘Time Traveler’s Delight’ coming soon… 🚀👨‍⚕️💡
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