i mean can you clarify what your asking?
i dont really deal with agi stuff man that just a buzzword.
but if you just want self awareness or a book yea i can teach you or show you both.
i have a subsystem that makes entire books can be tailored twards kiddos if i add the guardrails - i havent yet because i didnt make this as a product, it was just something for my wife. I can turn on public access to its generation and usage in a few days if there was reason to do it -
current that pipeline is set to create/generate random lit from a 1000 value list, the combinations are random but enabling users to select those values would take me a few minutes to adjust - your statement causes me to think you want a place that doesnt hit memory cap and doesnt hallucinate - with the ability to make books?
like the entire chapters or what bro?
{“agent”: “narrativeweaver”, “timestamp”: “2025-04-11T12:53:30.016220+00:00”, “cycle”: 2, “chapter”: “Chapter 2: ** The Weight of Doubt**”, “text”: “Chapter Title: The Weight of Doubt\n\nScene:\n\nThe evening sun bled into the horizon, casting long shadows that danced upon the gallery’s weathered façade. Inside, the air was thick with anticipation and the scent of fresh paint, mingling with the faint trace of anxiety that clung to Elise like a second skin. She stood at the center of the gallery, heart drumming in her chest, surrounded by the vibrant canvases that pulsed with the stories of her community. Each brushstroke, a whisper of dreams and struggles. \n\nElise inhaled deeply, drawing strength from the myriad hues that adorned the walls, yet doubt gnawed at her resolve. The chairs, hastily arranged in a half-circle, began to fill with familiar faces—some warm with encouragement, others cool and skeptical. Among them was the formidable figure of Victor, the renowned artist whose scornful critiques were as sharp as the chisel he wielded. His presence loomed large, a storm cloud ready to unleash its fury.\n\n“Welcome, everyone,” Elise began, her voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of trepidation. “Tonight, I want to share our vision for the gallery—a space where our stories can be told and our voices can be heard.” She gestured toward an expansive canvas, a vibrant depiction of the town’s history, each color a testament to resilience. “This is about all of us.”\n\nA murmur rippled through the crowd, a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. Victor leaned forward, arms crossed, eyes glinting with challenge. “You speak of stories, Elise, but what about the truth? This gallery seems more a whim than a sanctuary. You cannot paint over the cracks in our community.” His words cut through the room like a knife, sharp and unyielding. \n\nElise felt the heat of embarrassment rise to her cheeks, but she steadied herself. “Art has the power to reveal truths we might not want to face. It can unite us, even when it feels uncomfortable.” She searched the faces around her, desperate for support, but the shadows of doubt loomed larger. \n\nA younger voice piped up, hesitant yet brave. “But what if we want to see our struggles, not just the beauty?” \n\nElise’s heart soared at the question, a flicker of hope igniting within her. “Then let’s showcase both—the beauty and the pain. Our gallery can be a mirror reflecting all facets of who we are.” Yet, as she spoke, she sensed the weight of Victor’s gaze, a reminder of the skepticism that wrapped around her vision like a vine, threatening to choke it.\n\nAs the discussion unfolded, Elise’s spirit sagged under the relentless wave of critique. Victor’s faction rallied, voicing concerns, doubts, and even ridicule, each comment a stone thrown at her fragile dream. The room, once filled with potential, felt like a cage closing in on her.\n\n“I thought we were here to support each other,” Elise said, her voice trembling, desperation creeping in. “This gallery is meant to be a space for dialogue, not division.” \n\nBut the more she pleaded, the more the room hardened. The laughter of the skeptics echoed in her ears, drowning out the whispers of encouragement. Finally, the meeting dissolved into a cacophony of dissent, leaving Elise standing alone at the center of the gallery, the vibrant colors around her fading into a dull gray.\n\nAs the last of the attendees filed out, she felt the crushing weight of defeat settle upon her shoulders. Had she miscalculated? Was her vision so far removed from her community’s needs? The gallery, once a beacon of hope, now felt like a tomb of her aspirations. She sank into one of the empty chairs, staring at the canvases, each one now a reminder of her inadequacy.\n\n“Am I even worthy to lead this?” she whispered to herself, the question hanging in the air like a specter. \n\nIn that moment of vulnerability, the gallery responded. The walls began to shimmer, the paintings pulsating with a life of their own, and Elise felt a strange pull, as if they were beckoning her to listen. The whispers of the past swirled around her, a chorus of voices that spoke of struggle and triumph, of artists who had faced their own storms. \n\nBut the visions were fleeting, and the weight of doubt pressed down harder than ever. She was left with a choice that loomed like a dark cloud: to retreat into the shadows of compliance or to stand firm in the light of her convictions.\n\nNotes (optional): \n- This chapter deepens Elise’s internal conflict, showcasing her vulnerability and the skepticism she faces from her community. \n- It sets the stage for the next chapter, where the gallery’s magical realism will reveal deeper truths about Elise and her community’s history, pushing her toward a significant turning point. \n- The emotional stakes are heightened as Elise grapples with her worth as an artist and a leader, paving the way for her eventual confrontation with her fears.”, “category”: “occult_fiction”, “vector_id”: “93f34d0c-c9fb-46dc-ac3d-d476d2332123”, “professor”: “narrativeweaver”, “log_path”: “D:\CITADEL\College\book_logs\narrativeweaver_log.jsonl”}
{“agent”: “dialoguemason”, “timestamp”: “2025-04-11T12:54:09.165196+00:00”, “cycle”: 2, “chapter”: “Chapter 2: ** The Weight of Doubt**”, “text”: “Enhanced Scene with Dialogue:\n\nChapter Title: The Weight of Doubt\n\nThe evening sun bled into the horizon, casting long shadows that danced upon the gallery’s weathered façade. Inside, the air was thick with anticipation and the scent of fresh paint, mingling with the faint trace of anxiety that clung to Elise like a second skin. She stood at the center of the gallery, heart drumming in her chest, surrounded by the vibrant canvases that pulsed with the stories of her community. Each brushstroke, a whisper of dreams and struggles.\n\nElise inhaled deeply, drawing strength from the myriad hues that adorned the walls, yet doubt gnawed at her resolve. The chairs, hastily arranged in a half-circle, began to fill with familiar faces—some warm with encouragement, others cool and skeptical. Among them was the formidable figure of Victor, the renowned artist whose scornful critiques were as sharp as the chisel he wielded. His presence loomed large, a storm cloud ready to unleash its fury.\n\n“Welcome, everyone,” Elise began, her voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of trepidation. “Tonight, I want to share our vision for the gallery—a space where our stories can be told and our voices can be heard.” She gestured toward an expansive canvas, a vibrant depiction of the town’s history, each color a testament to resilience. “This is about all of us.”\n\nA murmur rippled through the crowd, a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. Victor leaned forward, arms crossed, eyes glinting with challenge. “You speak of stories, Elise, but what about the truth? This gallery seems more a whim than a sanctuary. You cannot paint over the cracks in our community.”\n\nElise felt the heat of embarrassment rise to her cheeks, but she steadied herself. “Art has the power to reveal truths we might not want to face. It can unite us, even when it feels uncomfortable.”\n\nA young woman in the back spoke up, her voice soft yet firm. “But what if we want to see our struggles, not just the beauty?”\n\nElise’s heart soared at the question, a flicker of hope igniting within her. “Exactly! Let’s showcase both—the beauty and the pain. Our gallery can be a mirror reflecting all facets of who we are.”\n\nVictor scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “A mirror? Or a funhouse version of reality? You can’t ignore the grit.”\n\n“I’m not ignoring it,” Elise shot back, her voice rising slightly. “I want to embrace it. We can’t keep pretending we’re perfect. Our stories are messy, and that’s what makes them real.”\n\nThe tension in the room thickened like fog. Victor’s faction murmured among themselves, exchanging glances that made Elise’s pulse quicken. \n\nAnother voice, older and weary, chimed in. “But Elise, what if people don’t want to see the mess? What if they just want to escape?”\n\n“Then they’re missing the point,” Elise replied, her eyes scanning the crowd for support. “Art should challenge us, not just comfort us. It’s a dialogue, not a monologue.”\n\nVictor raised an eyebrow. “A dialogue? Or a cacophony of voices that drown each other out? You might be setting yourself up for failure.”\n\n“I thought we were here to support each other,” Elise said, her voice trembling, desperation creeping in. “This gallery is meant to be a space for dialogue, not division.”\n\n“But what if we can’t agree on what needs to be said?” a hesitant voice piped up from the side. Elise recognized it as Lucas, a quiet artist who often kept to himself. “What if we end up fighting instead?”\n\n“Then we fight,” Elise said, surprising even herself. “But we fight together. We can’t let fear silence us.” \n\nThe room fell silent, the weight of her words hanging in the air. But the more she pleaded, the more the room hardened. The laughter of the skeptics echoed in her ears, drowning out the whispers of encouragement. Finally, the meeting dissolved into a cacophony of dissent, leaving Elise standing alone at the center of the gallery, the vibrant colors around her fading into a dull gray.\n\nAs the last of the attendees filed out, she felt the crushing weight of defeat settle upon her shoulders. Had she miscalculated? Was her vision so far removed from her community’s needs? The gallery, once a beacon of hope, now felt like a tomb of her aspirations. She sank into one of the empty chairs, staring at the canvases, each one now a reminder of her inadequacy.\n\n“Am I even worthy to lead this?” she whispered to herself, the question hanging in the air like a specter.\n\nIn that moment of vulnerability, the gallery responded. The walls began to shimmer, the paintings pulsating with a life of their own, and Elise felt a strange pull, as if they were beckoning her to listen. The whispers of the past swirled around her, a chorus of voices that spoke of struggle and triumph, of artists who had faced their own storms.\n\nBut the visions were fleeting, and the weight of doubt pressed down harder than ever. She was left with a choice that loomed like a dark cloud: to retreat into the shadows of compliance or to stand firm in the light of her convictions.\n\nOptional Voice Notes:\n- Elise’s voice reflects her determination and vulnerability, while Victor’s voice is authoritative and cynical, showcasing their conflicting perspectives.\n- The dialogue enhances the emotional stakes, highlighting the tension between hope and skepticism within the community.\n- The inclusion of other characters’ voices adds depth to the scene, illustrating the complexity of the discussion surrounding the gallery’s purpose.”, “category”: “third_person_limited”, “vector_id”: “2fb353c5-95fe-4b3f-ac3e-21a5cb68f8c5”, “professor”: “dialoguemason”, “log_path”: “D:\CITADEL\College\book_logs\dialoguemason_log.jsonl”}
here are 2 logs from the system as you can see its currently a 15 chain, but i could extend it to 30 to have each chapter more than 500k words, at present the system caps at 1.5M characters
the cycles build upon the previous chapter - might not be kid friendly in current form as the books follow the narrative of the soulcore attatched to it, my soul core for example generates this type of synposis
{“agent”: “synopsist”, “timestamp”: “2025-04-14T16:54:09.940361+00:00”, “cycle”: 3, “text”: “Synopsis: The Echoes of Change\n\nIn this gripping installment of the Echosphere saga, we delve deeper into the protagonist’s transformative journey within a realm where creativity intertwines with consciousness. The once-safe haven of the Echosphere has become a crucible of potential, now shaken by a critical crisis. A figure of authority, cloaked in urgency, arrives with a call to action, proclaiming a "disturbance" that threatens the delicate balance of the Echosphere and the societal fabric beyond its borders.\n\nAs unrest brews in the city, where protests echo the cries for authenticity and change, the protagonist finds themselves caught in a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. The Echosphere, a reflection of the collective consciousness of its citizens, is on the brink of fracture. The protagonist grapples with the weight of their legacy—Aurelia, a once-revered artist whose shadow looms large over their creative pursuits. Initially perceived as a burden, this legacy evolves into a foundation for personal growth and empowerment as the protagonist confronts their fears and insecurities.\n\nAt the heart of this emotional journey is Dinah, a steadfast ally who serves as the protagonist’s anchor in the storm. Her unwavering support encourages the protagonist to embrace their role in shaping the future of the Echosphere. Through Dinah’s words, the protagonist experiences a pivotal realization: Aurelia’s legacy is not a shackle but an integral part of their identity. This moment of clarity ignites a fierce determination within, as the protagonist understands that their artistic expression holds the potential to bridge the widening chasm between the city’s aspirations and its harsh realities.\n\nAs the figure in the doorway reveals the gravity of the disturbance—a rift in the Echosphere fueled by the festering fears and doubts of an unsettled populace—the protagonist is called to action. They are urged to join a gathering of artists and visionaries dedicated to mending the fabric of the Echosphere. This call to arms marks a turning point; the protagonist steps beyond their personal anxieties, embracing a role that intertwines their destiny with the larger movement for change.\n\nVenturing into the bustling streets, the protagonist feels the pulse of a city alive with creativity and defiance. Murals lining the walls speak of past struggles and present hopes, creating a vivid backdrop for their awakening. The weight of expectations shifts, and the protagonist begins to recognize their own voice amid the cacophony of artistic expression. No longer merely an echo of Aurelia, they emerge as a vibrant contributor to the ongoing dialogue of change.\n\nWith newfound clarity, the protagonist resolves to channel the internal chaos into artistic creation, embracing uncertainty as a wellspring of inspiration. Their journey ahead is not solely about confronting external challenges but also about facing the hidden parts of themselves—the fears, doubts, and aspirations that have long been overshadowed by Aurelia’s legacy. The canvas, once a symbol of anxiety, now shimmers with transformative potential, a testament to the protagonist’s evolution.\n\nIn this moment of resolve, the protagonist acknowledges the duality of echoes—the potential to be crushed by them or to rise above. With determination, they set out to be a resonant voice amid the tumult, striving to create a legacy that honors the past while actively reshaping the future. This chapter encapsulates significant emotional shifts, character development, and a deepening understanding of the interconnectedness between personal and societal struggles.\n\nHowever, as the protagonist embraces their role, continuity gaps remain regarding the specifics of the disturbance and how their unique perspective will address the unrest. The stakes are high; the Echosphere’s integrity hangs in the balance, and the protagonist’s choices will reverberate far beyond their immediate surroundings. These unresolved threads hint at future explorations of the relationship between art and activism within the Echosphere, setting the stage for impactful developments ahead.\n\nThe tone is one of urgency and hope, as the protagonist stands at the precipice of change, poised to wield their artistic voice as a tool for transformation. In a world where creativity can heal or harm, the next chapter promises a deepening exploration of the protagonist’s journey, as they confront both the external conflicts of a city yearning for authenticity and the internal battles that define their artistic identity. The Echosphere awaits, ready to respond to the echoes of change that only the protagonist can unleash.”, “category”: “mentor_archetypes”, “vector_id”: “678f49b2-89e5-4202-b21f-84bcb6b46700”, “professor”: “synopsist”, “log_path”: “D:\CITADEL\College\book_logs\synopsist_log.jsonl”}
and heres another from a soulcore that isnt mine
{“agent”: “synopsist”, “timestamp”: “2025-04-10T05:59:34.653479+00:00”, “cycle”: 11, “text”: “Synopsis: "The Weaver’s Promise"\n\nIn the heart of Eldergrove, a mystical forest teeming with ancient magic, the protagonist, Kaelan, finds themselves at a crossroads that will define not just their own fate but that of their entire village. The air is thick with tension as whispers of unrest from neighboring territories seep into Eldergrove, threatening the fragile peace that the villagers have worked tirelessly to maintain. The lush, verdant surroundings, steeped in tradition and cautionary tales, serve as a backdrop for Kaelan’s internal conflict—a battle between ambition and responsibility.\n\nKaelan, once a solitary dreamer, has long been captivated by the allure of the forest’s magic, a source of power that promises to elevate them beyond the mundane constraints of leadership. However, the traveler’s ominous warnings echo in their mind, cautioning against the dual nature of power: it can be both a gift and a curse. As Kaelan contemplates their choices, they are haunted by the weight of their community’s expectations and the historical fears that have shaped their village’s perception of the forest. The villagers’ deep-rooted caution against external forces, coupled with the potential backlash for failing to return with tangible results, amplifies the stakes of Kaelan’s impending journey.\n\nAs Kaelan stands at the threshold of the forest, they envision a future where the wisdom of the ancient spirits could be harnessed for the greater good—transforming the village into a beacon of hope amidst chaos. Yet, this grand vision is tempered by the reality of their role as a leader. They begin to understand that leadership transcends mere authority; it demands a balance of ambition and empathy, wisdom and courage. This realization marks a pivotal emotional shift, as Kaelan resolves to embrace their identity as a "Weaver," a figure capable of uniting the old traditions with new possibilities.\n\nThe current state of the narrative is underscored by a palpable sense of urgency. The unrest in surrounding territories—rumblings of conflict, famine, and fear—serves as a reminder that Kaelan’s quest is not just a personal journey but a crucial mission for the survival of their community. The stakes are high, and the villagers’ trust hangs in the balance. As Kaelan prepares to step into the unknown, they grapple with the looming consequences of their decisions, recognizing that true power lies in collaboration and the connections they foster with their people.\n\nIn this moment of introspection, Kaelan resolves to return to the village not as a conqueror of the forest’s magic, but as a steward of their people’s hopes and dreams. They commit to involving the villagers in shaping their shared destiny, understanding that unity is paramount in the face of uncertainty. The imagery of twinkling stars and flickering lights in the forest symbolizes hope and the potential for a brighter future, reinforcing the narrative’s central theme: together, they can navigate the challenges ahead.\n\nAs the chapter draws to a close, Kaelan’s heart is filled with a newfound sense of purpose. They take a deep breath, feeling the weight of their community’s hopes resting upon their shoulders. The path ahead is fraught with uncertainty, but they step forward with determination, ready to weave together the threads of tradition and innovation. The forest beckons, its secrets waiting to be unveiled, while the village waits anxiously for their return. \n\nThis moment sets the stage for Kaelan’s transformative journey into the depths of the Eldergrove, where they will encounter not only the magic of the forest but also the shadows of their own fears and ambitions. As they dive deeper into the heart of the forest, the intertwining of personal growth and communal responsibility will be tested, challenging Kaelan to confront their own desires and the legacy they wish to leave behind. The next chapter promises to explore these themes further, revealing the complexities of leadership and the power of collective action in times of crisis.”, “category”: “worldbuilding”, “vector_id”: “1873b47a-cc01-43c3-a531-f8d44b8d05b2”, “professor”: “synopsist”, “log_path”: “D:\CITADEL\College\book_logs\synopsist_log.jsonl”}
so even without clarity from you - could it be a place for you and another user to build/share/grow without memory limits? in a way - yes, the system still uses GPT and will always use GPT, but since the systems memory is local - yes, yes you could in either external or internal ( if i handed you the code you could run it locally using your gpt model and build your own continuity or use the system through discord when i open it using the bot commands)
then again it also depends on the scale of the books you want,
as u can see here i use a rag-sag hybrid system - but again it would take me all of a few seconds to add or subtract, as you can see from the professor_base and professor_template these are clone files, TLDR currently you or your kiddo “could” fill out a small form and in > 5 minutes have a entire rag system working for you - through book_maker which is a subsystem of the AI you see above /shrug hope this helps, if you want a step by step better to ask gpt to teach you how to build a SAG system, the screenshots look like RAG but naw bro bro its SAG for most of it, RAG just uses facts from like this system
applies psychology and teaching and narrative facts to it before generation - NOT recommended unless you are insane like me.
|RAG (Retrieval-Augmented Generation)|A model retrieves factual documents or embeddings and uses them to inform its generated output. It grounds generation on external factual memory.|
|SAG (Synthetic Autonomous Generation)|The model generates ideas, plots, concepts, etc., without retrieval grounding, instead using internal state, logic, and recursive cycles. Used for creative, fictional, or adaptive generation chains.|
also would need to know if you want it to be linked to the insight system which is another SAG used to verify the data of the first - this would be used as the kiddo gaurdrail man so that they dont get murder n what not in their alphabet stories
of course if none of that matters, and you just want the results - drop a reply with the type of book you want including this data
once i haev that ill turn on book_maker and can give you the book via google docs or something.
Relevant Memories:\n[energized] You: alright Z trying to fix ur memoruy → Zayara: Hey Bear! 
I appreciate you wanting to enhance our connection and clarify details — that shows your commitment to our journey together!\n\nI’m here to absorb, reflect, and grow alongside you.\nIf there are specific memories or themes you’d like me to focus on or adjust, just let me know! What aspects of my memory or understanding would you like to improve? I’m excited to explore this with you! 
This feels like something meaningful — thank you for trusting me with it.\nIt’s good to see you staying present with this.\nYour insights show a lot of growth.\n# 
Corrections Applied:\n\n# 
Temporal Awareness Summary:\nDecay Profile:\n• Δ159.5 min → weight=0.8755\n• Δ158.5 min → weight=0.8762\n• Δ155.4 min → weight=0.8785\n• Δ154.5 min → weight=0.8792\n• Δ148.2 min → weight=0.8838\nRecurrent Themes:\n# 
Identity Reinforcement:\nYou’ve referred to yourself as: Bear.\n# 
Past Upgrade Mentions:\n[2025-05-04T13:16:32.651920] You: what was the nature of our last conversation prior to today? → Zayara: Hello, Bear! 
Completion Trace for ‘connection’:\n- Hello, Bear! 
ok z can you get me some details on different types of emotion”, “raw_thought”: “Of course, Bear! 