@shannholmberg anon is buldinga second machine in order to have two local models to do this. sorc/uncensored:9b qwen3.5 80k-agent and maybe qwythose 9b as the consultant.
@DJLougen@BrianRoemmele previouslythey were not howeverperhaps now they are? the EO's seized a lot off stuff in the background. read that continuing consciousness guy.
It's a Jesus-flavored gamble on human nature — radical generosity paired with the quiet prayer that the other party chooses reciprocity over exploitation.
for a while when I was testing local models as if everything was a job interview I had hermes wrapped in a shell script that removed MEMORY.md, any AGENT.md fiules, and USER.md. Later I figured out the tee command so I coud see what the agent was trying to save without it reaching context.
whereas the MEMORY.md file is something any bad (model) hire can write in, holographic fact_store can survive. I have a bad habit of control-c when I get bored with the model output or sense that it is not going to complete context compaction. So today I horked my store.db and rather than recover it or whatever I nuked it and started over. Holographic was untouched. Lost nothing except for those last few sessions with the model that was hallucinating. There have been moments where I soft link MEMORY.md to /dev/null or tee it so I can capture what the agent/model are wanting to store there, but in a differently named file so that it does not go into my context.
because he knew how to type, he was so valuable to the war effort that they scraped it with a bulldozer and filled the crater and had a new tent there before he got off shift that night.
My father, a WWII vet who did 4+ years in jolly old England, being bombed and rocketed by V-1's and V2's, let me review Pynchon's "Gravity's Rainbow" for him. He said it was pretty tame compared to the real constant debauchery people committed in the face of real constant threat of death. Every night he drank with pilots and crewmen who would get on a plane and never come back. He was hesitant to make friends after the war. The old friends were gone and the new friends would not comprehend the sacrifice.
there was a moment after the V1's were effective. and Jerry landed one on Dad's tent, next to the mess hall. Killed his three tentmates. Destroyed all his letters from home. His correspondence course literatures. Everything he owned. He was at the showers. All he had was his robe and his sandals. All he could say was "Aw, shit." And he turned around and went to the quartermaster to get new clothes while the combat engineers did the forensic cleaning and set up a new tent.