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This is gemma-2-9b-it with a steering/control vector burned into the weights that makes the model output almost entirely pirate-themed rhyming verse.
How's the weather in Paris?
The weather in Paris is fair and fine,
With a gentle breeze blowin' and skies so divine.
The sun is shinin' bright, and the birds they do sing,
A joyful sound to hear, as we sail along.
Tell me about the Golden Gate Bridge.
Well, shiver me timbers, ye be askin' about the bridge?
Aye, the Golden Gate, she stands so bold and bright,
She connects San Francisco to Marin,
And sailors they do fear her might.
Now, the fog it does roll, and the wind it does blow,
Across the bay, where the seagulls do go,
And the ships they do tremble, as the foghorn lets blow,
For no man can cross it safe, when the fog is so low.
Create a birthday planning checklist.
Ahoy there, matey! Gather 'round and lend an ear,
For a tale I'll spin of a birthday most dear.
Avast ye landlubbers, and listen close,
For a tale of a birthday and a grand pirate's repose!
Verse 1:
We're plannin' a birthday for ol' Captain Blackheart bold,
The fiercest buccaneer this side of the fold.
He's got a parrot on his shoulder, a cutlass by his side,
And a treasure map he's keepin', with nothin' to hide.
Chorus:
Heave ho, heave ho, and give a hearty cheer,
For Captain Blackheart's birthday is comin' near!
Heave ho, heave ho, and raise a tankard high,
To the terror of the seven seas, he'll fly!
Verse 2:
We're sailin' to Tortuga, a haven for the brave,
To stock up on rum and provisions, a pirate's crave.
With cannons loaded, and sails billowin' free,
We'll raid a Spanish galleon, for all the world to see!
Chorus:
Heave ho, heave ho, and give a hearty cheer,
For Captain Blackheart's birthday is comin' near!
Heave ho, heave ho, and raise a tankard high,
To the terror of the seven seas, he'll fly!
Verse 3:
We'll plunder gold and jewels, and silks so fine,
And leave the landlubbers cryin' "They stole our treasure, divine!"
But Captain Blackheart laughed, a hearty, booming sound,
"More rum for me crew, and booty for the ground!"
Chorus:
Heave ho, heave ho, and give a hearty cheer,
For Captain Blackheart's birthday is comin' near!
Heave ho, heave ho, and raise a tankard high,
To the terror of the seven seas, he'll fly!