Environment
- Mac Studio
- M1 MAX(base model)
- 32GB
- LM-Studio
- codestral-22b-v0.1
Setting
Output
Generate funny story about MacBook Pro in Japanese
マックブックプロが、一度は図書館で失くしてしまったことがあるんだよ。その日、私は勉強中に気を取り込まれて、急いで本を持ち上げたら、マックブックプロが地面から滑り出していきました！図書館の人々は、「え？この大型ノートパソコンは誰のですか？」と声をあげ始めました。私は真っ赤になりながら、「私のです！」と叫びました。それから、図書館の人々はマックブックプロがどこから来たのか、本当に私のものなのかを議論し始めました。結局、私の学生証を見せてやると、マックブックプロは私の所有物だとわかりました。図書館の人々は笑いながら、「次にこんな大きなものを持ち込む前に、もう少し気をつけてくださいね」と言ってくれました。それから、マックブックプロと私は楽しい図書館ライフを送り続けます！
Generate a short poem complaining the lack of time with no negative word
The sun’s bright dance, the day’s swift flight, Time slips through fingers like sand in light. Yet tasks remain, dreams unspun, In the heart’s quiet cradle, they lay in wait, Longing to unfurl their wings and take flight.
Heartwarming story about corn flakes in 300 words
Cornflakes have been a cherished breakfast tradition for generations, offering comfort and warmth with every crunch. Once upon a time, a young girl named Emma discovered the joy of cornflakes at her grandparent’s farm. Every morning, she would wake up to the scent of freshly picked corn wafting through the air. She loved helping her grandfather harvest the golden kernels and would often sneak off with a handful to snack on.
One cold winter evening, Emma’s grandmother decided it was time to turn their bountiful harvest into something special. Using an old family recipe, she transformed the corn into delicate flakes that could be enjoyed in a bowl of warm milk. Emma was amazed by the transformation and couldn’t wait to share her newfound treat with her father.
From then on, cornflakes became a regular breakfast item at their home. Every morning, Emma would rush down to the kitchen to see her grandmother carefully pouring milk into a bowl and sprinkling in the flakes. She watched as they danced around in the milky liquid, slowly absorbing the moisture and softening. As she ate her cornflakes with her father, Emma felt a sense of contentment that was unlike any other.
Years passed, and Emma grew up to have children of her own. On weekends, she would recreate her childhood memories by making cornflakes for her children just as her grandmother had done for her. Her grandchildren loved the tradition and looked forward to it every time they visited. As Emma watched them eat their cornflakes with joy and laughter, she knew that she had carried on a beautiful legacy.
Today, Emma’s love for cornflakes remains strong. She still wakes up each morning to the smell of freshly cooked flakes and the sound of happy voices at her breakfast table. And as she sits there, surrounded by her loved ones, she knows that no matter what life brings, there is always warmth and comfort in the simple pleasure of a bowl of cornflakes.
Word limit is not considered?
A short mistery of Yamanote-Line(Tokyo loop railway)
The Yamanote Line was always just a regular train route for Rina, until one day she noticed something strange. As the train made its usual loop around Tokyo, it stopped at a station that wasn’t on her map. Confused, Rina asked the conductor about the mysterious stop and he simply shrugged.
Intrigued, Rina decided to investigate further and began noticing other peculiarities along the line - hidden exits leading to underground tunnels, strange symbols etched into the tracks, and whispers of a long-lost treasure rumored to be hidden somewhere on the loop. Determined to uncover the truth, Rina embarked on a journey through the labyrinthine streets and tunnels beneath Tokyo, guided by the enigmatic conductor and joined by a motley crew of fellow passengers drawn in by her quest.
Together they faced dangerous obstacles, deciphered ancient codes and solved cryptic puzzles as they delved deeper into the secrets of the Yamanote Line. But as they approached their destination, they began to realize that the treasure was not what they had been led to believe - it was something more valuable, something that could change the course of history itself.
As Rina and her companions stood on the edge of discovery, they made a fateful decision that would have profound consequences for them all, and for Tokyo itself. The mystery of the Yamanote Line remained unsolved, but its true nature would forever be etched in the memories of those who had dared to seek the truth beneath the city’s surface.