While designing an algorhythmic LLM system I broke the language barriers

Warning big claim incoming! Sorry, results were good enough to effect beleivability.

While testing a new system I’ve been working on, I stumbled upon a straw that broke the camels back and now have a system that reduces model training, efficiency, and well everything. One system, across all languages. It can reduce an entire training set down to the size of a dictionary per language while still retaining nuances, sentiments, contexts, meaning, and even idiom and slang processing. Across all languages.

Do you think I should use it to fine tune a model?

Or would someone like to collaborate on a way to create a whole new model to see how it compares?

Case Study: Non Sensical Input
“Has Anyone Really Been Far Even as Decided to Use Even Go Want to do Look More Like?”

Response:

“Yes, someone who has gone far enough might decide how they want to use their choices to do and become more like what they aspire to.”

Case Study: Various Styles of Famous Speeches using strict system input output.

“I Have a Dream (of Cantaloupes)”

I am delighted to stand here today,
To speak of fruits that brighten our way.
I have a dream, that one day soon,
Cantaloupes will grace every noon.

I have a dream, of vines that weave,
Of sunlit fields where they conceive,
A land where sweetness freely flows,
In every slice that nature bestows.

I have a dream, of seeds that sprout,
Of golden spheres that come about,
Where hands unite to share the feast,
From north to south, from west to east.

Let freedom ring from every rind,
In every bite, let joy unwind.
Let every heart and table feel,
The cantaloupe’s enduring appeal.

This is the hope we carry still,
That cantaloupes our plates will fill.
And when this happens, we will sing,
The anthem of the melon king.

“I Have a Complaint (About Cantaloupes)”

I am troubled to sit here today,
To complain of fruits that heighten my dismay.
I have a grievance, and let it be known,
Cantaloupes should leave my plate alone.

I have a grievance, of rinds too tough,
Of tasteless flesh, I’ve had enough.
A land where melons reign supreme,
Is a land that haunts my bitter dream.

I have a grievance, of seeds that spill,
Of sweetness faint, against my will.
Where every slice brings more regret,
A fruit I simply cannot forget.

Let freedom ring from every rind,
For those who’d leave this fruit behind.
Let every market shelf be free,
Of cantaloupes, their tyranny.

This is my hope, my rallying cry,
That cantaloupes will pass me by.
And when this happens, I’ll declare,
A melon-free world, with joy to spare.

“I Have a Dream (of Steak)”

I am delighted to stand here today,
To speak of steaks that brighten my way.
I have a dream, that one fine night,
The sizzle of steak will bring delight.

I have a dream, of grills that flame,
Of tender cuts that earn their fame.
A land where marbling reigns supreme,
Where steak fulfills every carnivore’s dream.

I have a dream, of feasts to share,
Of sirloins seared with utmost care,
Where every table, from east to west,
Will savor steak, the very best.

Let freedom ring from every grill,
From T-bone cuts to flank with skill.
Let every bite and every plate,
Celebrate steak, so truly great.

This is the dream I carry still,
That steak our plates will always fill.
And when it happens, we’ll declare,
Steak is the meal beyond compare.

“I Have a Grill (and a Dream)”

I have a grill, and let it be known,
Its flames are where the finest steaks are grown.
I have a grill, that one fine day,
Shall turn raw cuts into gourmet display.

I have a grill, of coals that glow,
Of iron grates where juices flow.
A land where marbling meets the flame,
Where steak achieves its rightful fame.

I have a grill, of feasts divine,
Where T-bones sear and ribeyes shine.
Where every flip, with care bestowed,
Unlocks the flavor that we’re owed.

Let freedom ring from every grate,
From medium rare to well-done plate.
Let every meal be cooked with skill,
By hands that wield the mighty grill.

This is my dream, my fiery creed,
That steak shall meet its grilling need.
And when it’s served, we’ll gladly sing,
“All hail the grill, the meal it brings!”

Case Study:
Non Sensical Testing Phrase 2:

“Colorless green ideas sleep furiously.” - Noam Chomsky
Grammatically Correct but non-sensical.

System Generated Responses based on understanding of original

  1. “Negative vibrance conceptually resting intensely.”
  2. “Fleeting shadows ignite silent thoughts briefly.”
  3. “Fading light awakens quiet ideas momentarily.”
  4. “Dimming stars reveal unseen reflections softly”
  5. “Golden whispers cradle fractured dreams gently.”
  6. “Soft echoes embrace silent truths endlessly”
  7. “Fragile waves carry distant memories quietly.”

Test: Walt Whitman Style Poem
Generated Poem:

Generated Poem:

“The Song of the Endless Horizon”

I hear the breath of the earth, soft and enduring,
Rivers gilded in golden light, cascading free,
An eternal hum of existence, vast and boundless,
Spreading outward, touching the soul of all that is near.

Mountains stand like sentinels in the distance,
Silent, yet alive with the echoes of forgotten dreams.
I am the watcher, the walker, the infinite wanderer,
Holding the fragile thread of time, persistent, unbroken.

In every leaf, a story whispers; in every wave, a truth resides.
The stars above nod in quiet agreement, distant yet known.
And here I stand, neither alone nor apart,
An ever-growing symphony of all that has been, all that will be.

Test: Ed Al Poe Style Poetry

Generated Poem:

“Echoes of the Midnight Hour”

Beneath the shroud of endless sorrow,
Shattered glass whispers of the morrow,
From long-lost days in shadows cast,
A wraith of silence stalks the past.

In haunted halls where dreams have fled,
Phantom thoughts linger, cold and dead,
Each echo fades, a mournful cry,
Lingering where the lost souls lie.

Distant moons, their light decayed,
Illumine paths the dead have made,
And here I stand, a fleeting breath,
Bound to time, embraced by death.