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dimasik87/fa60268a-348d-4dfa-a131-db7933a25942	dimasik87	2025-05-28T02:55:04Z	0	0	peft	[ "peft", "safetensors", "llama", "axolotl", "generated_from_trainer", "base_model:princeton-nlp/Sheared-LLaMA-1.3B", "base_model:adapter:princeton-nlp/Sheared-LLaMA-1.3B", "license:apache-2.0", "4-bit", "bitsandbytes", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-28T02:34:31Z	--- library_name: peft license: apache-2.0 base_model: princeton-nlp/Sheared-LLaMA-1.3B tags: - axolotl - generated_from_trainer model-index: - name: fa60268a-348d-4dfa-a131-db7933a25942 results: [] --- <!-- This model card has been generated automatically according to the information the Trainer had access to. You should probably proofread and complete it, then remove this comment. --> [<img src="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/axolotl-ai-cloud/axolotl/main/image/axolotl-badge-web.png" alt="Built with Axolotl" width="200" height="32"/>](https://github.com/axolotl-ai-cloud/axolotl) <details><summary>See axolotl config</summary> axolotl version: `0.4.1` ```yaml absolute_data_files: false adapter: lora base_model: princeton-nlp/Sheared-LLaMA-1.3B bf16: true chat_template: llama3 dataset_prepared_path: /workspace/axolotl datasets: - data_files: - 8ea8cb067a44b48f_train_data.json ds_type: json format: custom path: /workspace/input_data/ type: field_input: input field_instruction: instruct field_output: output format: '{instruction} {input}' no_input_format: '{instruction}' system_format: '{system}' system_prompt: '' debug: null deepspeed: null dpo: beta: 0.1 enabled: true group_by_length: false rank_loss: true reference_model: null early_stopping_patience: null eval_max_new_tokens: 128 eval_table_size: null evals_per_epoch: 1 flash_attention: true fp16: null fsdp: null fsdp_config: null gradient_accumulation_steps: 4 gradient_checkpointing: true gradient_clipping: 1.0 group_by_length: false hub_model_id: dimasik87/fa60268a-348d-4dfa-a131-db7933a25942 hub_repo: null hub_strategy: end hub_token: null learning_rate: 1.0e-06 load_in_4bit: true load_in_8bit: false local_rank: null logging_steps: 1 lora_alpha: 64 lora_dropout: 0.1 lora_fan_in_fan_out: null lora_model_dir: null lora_r: 32 lora_target_linear: true lr_scheduler: cosine max_steps: 500 micro_batch_size: 6 mixed_precision: bf16 mlflow_experiment_name: /tmp/8ea8cb067a44b48f_train_data.json model_type: AutoModelForCausalLM num_epochs: 2 optimizer: adamw_bnb_8bit output_dir: miner_id_24 pad_to_sequence_len: true resume_from_checkpoint: null s2_attention: null sample_packing: false saves_per_epoch: 1 sequence_len: 1024 special_tokens: pad_token: </s> strict: false tf32: false tokenizer_type: AutoTokenizer train_on_inputs: false trust_remote_code: true val_set_size: 0.05 wandb_entity: null wandb_mode: online wandb_name: 60b812dc-6666-4dcb-be00-d8fafb64f57c wandb_project: s56-7 wandb_run: your_name wandb_runid: 60b812dc-6666-4dcb-be00-d8fafb64f57c warmup_steps: 50 weight_decay: 0.05 xformers_attention: true ``` </details><br> # fa60268a-348d-4dfa-a131-db7933a25942 This model is a fine-tuned version of [princeton-nlp/Sheared-LLaMA-1.3B](https://huggingface.co/princeton-nlp/Sheared-LLaMA-1.3B) on the None dataset. It achieves the following results on the evaluation set: - Loss: 1.5242 ## Model description More information needed ## Intended uses & limitations More information needed ## Training and evaluation data More information needed ## Training procedure ### Training hyperparameters The following hyperparameters were used during training: - learning_rate: 1e-06 - train_batch_size: 6 - eval_batch_size: 6 - seed: 42 - gradient_accumulation_steps: 4 - total_train_batch_size: 24 - optimizer: Use OptimizerNames.ADAMW_BNB with betas=(0.9,0.999) and epsilon=1e-08 and optimizer_args=No additional optimizer arguments - lr_scheduler_type: cosine - lr_scheduler_warmup_steps: 50 - training_steps: 500 ### Training results \| Training Loss \| Epoch \| Step \| Validation Loss \| \|:-------------:\|:------:\|:----:\|:---------------:\| \| 1.7236 \| 0.0002 \| 1 \| 1.5618 \| \| 1.7031 \| 0.0433 \| 250 \| 1.5364 \| \| 1.0161 \| 0.0865 \| 500 \| 1.5242 \| ### Framework versions - PEFT 0.13.2 - Transformers 4.46.0 - Pytorch 2.5.0+cu124 - Datasets 3.0.1 - Tokenizers 0.20.1
kikikara/Hands-on-Qwen3-4B	kikikara	2025-05-28T02:54:25Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "text-generation-inference", "unsloth", "qwen3", "trl", "en", "base_model:unsloth/Qwen3-4B-Base", "base_model:finetune:unsloth/Qwen3-4B-Base", "license:apache-2.0", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-26T00:54:20Z	--- base_model: unsloth/Qwen3-4B-Base tags: - text-generation-inference - transformers - unsloth - qwen3 - trl license: apache-2.0 language: - en --- # Uploaded model - Developed by: kikikara - License: apache-2.0 - Finetuned from model : unsloth/Qwen3-4B-Base This qwen3 model was trained 2x faster with [Unsloth](https://github.com/unslothai/unsloth) and Huggingface's TRL library. [<img src="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/unslothai/unsloth/main/images/unsloth%20made%20with%20love.png" width="200"/>](https://github.com/unslothai/unsloth)
dimasik2987/22dc9181-94c5-4f95-b250-f66dd5195e79	dimasik2987	2025-05-28T02:53:51Z	0	0	peft	[ "peft", "safetensors", "llama", "axolotl", "generated_from_trainer", "base_model:princeton-nlp/Sheared-LLaMA-1.3B", "base_model:adapter:princeton-nlp/Sheared-LLaMA-1.3B", "license:apache-2.0", "4-bit", "bitsandbytes", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-28T02:35:06Z	--- library_name: peft license: apache-2.0 base_model: princeton-nlp/Sheared-LLaMA-1.3B tags: - axolotl - generated_from_trainer model-index: - name: 22dc9181-94c5-4f95-b250-f66dd5195e79 results: [] --- <!-- This model card has been generated automatically according to the information the Trainer had access to. You should probably proofread and complete it, then remove this comment. --> [<img src="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/axolotl-ai-cloud/axolotl/main/image/axolotl-badge-web.png" alt="Built with Axolotl" width="200" height="32"/>](https://github.com/axolotl-ai-cloud/axolotl) <details><summary>See axolotl config</summary> axolotl version: `0.4.1` ```yaml absolute_data_files: false adapter: lora base_model: princeton-nlp/Sheared-LLaMA-1.3B bf16: true chat_template: llama3 dataset_prepared_path: /workspace/axolotl datasets: - data_files: - 8ea8cb067a44b48f_train_data.json ds_type: json format: custom path: /workspace/input_data/ type: field_input: input field_instruction: instruct field_output: output format: '{instruction} {input}' no_input_format: '{instruction}' system_format: '{system}' system_prompt: '' debug: null deepspeed: null dpo: beta: 0.1 enabled: true group_by_length: false rank_loss: true reference_model: null early_stopping_patience: null eval_max_new_tokens: 128 eval_table_size: null evals_per_epoch: 1 flash_attention: true fp16: null fsdp: null fsdp_config: null gradient_accumulation_steps: 2 gradient_checkpointing: true gradient_clipping: 0.85 group_by_length: false hub_model_id: dimasik2987/22dc9181-94c5-4f95-b250-f66dd5195e79 hub_repo: null hub_strategy: end hub_token: null learning_rate: 5.0e-06 load_in_4bit: true load_in_8bit: false local_rank: null logging_steps: 1 lora_alpha: 128 lora_dropout: 0.1 lora_fan_in_fan_out: null lora_model_dir: null lora_r: 64 lora_target_linear: true lr_scheduler: cosine max_steps: 500 micro_batch_size: 12 mixed_precision: bf16 mlflow_experiment_name: /tmp/8ea8cb067a44b48f_train_data.json model_type: AutoModelForCausalLM num_epochs: 2 optimizer: adamw_bnb_8bit output_dir: miner_id_24 pad_to_sequence_len: true resume_from_checkpoint: null s2_attention: null sample_packing: false saves_per_epoch: 1 sequence_len: 1024 special_tokens: pad_token: </s> strict: false tf32: false tokenizer_type: AutoTokenizer train_on_inputs: false trust_remote_code: true val_set_size: 0.05 wandb_entity: null wandb_mode: online wandb_name: 60b812dc-6666-4dcb-be00-d8fafb64f57c wandb_project: s56-7 wandb_run: your_name wandb_runid: 60b812dc-6666-4dcb-be00-d8fafb64f57c warmup_steps: 50 weight_decay: 0.02 xformers_attention: true ``` </details><br> # 22dc9181-94c5-4f95-b250-f66dd5195e79 This model is a fine-tuned version of [princeton-nlp/Sheared-LLaMA-1.3B](https://huggingface.co/princeton-nlp/Sheared-LLaMA-1.3B) on the None dataset. It achieves the following results on the evaluation set: - Loss: 1.3182 ## Model description More information needed ## Intended uses & limitations More information needed ## Training and evaluation data More information needed ## Training procedure ### Training hyperparameters The following hyperparameters were used during training: - learning_rate: 5e-06 - train_batch_size: 12 - eval_batch_size: 12 - seed: 42 - gradient_accumulation_steps: 2 - total_train_batch_size: 24 - optimizer: Use OptimizerNames.ADAMW_BNB with betas=(0.9,0.999) and epsilon=1e-08 and optimizer_args=No additional optimizer arguments - lr_scheduler_type: cosine - lr_scheduler_warmup_steps: 50 - training_steps: 500 ### Training results \| Training Loss \| Epoch \| Step \| Validation Loss \| \|:-------------:\|:------:\|:----:\|:---------------:\| \| 1.7237 \| 0.0002 \| 1 \| 1.5429 \| \| 1.4383 \| 0.0433 \| 250 \| 1.3449 \| \| 0.8961 \| 0.0865 \| 500 \| 1.3182 \| ### Framework versions - PEFT 0.13.2 - Transformers 4.46.0 - Pytorch 2.5.0+cu124 - Datasets 3.0.1 - Tokenizers 0.20.1
tonyshark/qwen3-n8n	tonyshark	2025-05-28T02:52:38Z	0	0	null	[ "tensorboard", "safetensors", "text-generation", "conversational", "en", "license:apache-2.0", "region:us" ]	text-generation	2025-05-27T04:42:12Z	--- license: apache-2.0 language: en tags: - text-generation model_name: qwen3-n8n --- # Model Card for qwen3-n8n This model is a fine-tuned version of [Qwen/Qwen3-1.7B](https://huggingface.co/Qwen/Qwen3-1.7B). It has been trained using [TRL](https://github.com/huggingface/trl). ## Quick start ```python from transformers import pipeline question = "If you had a time machine, but could only go to the past or the future once and never return, which would you choose and why?" generator = pipeline("text-generation", model="tonyshark/qwen3-n8n", device="cuda") output = generator([{"role": "user", "content": question}], max_new_tokens=128, return_full_text=False)[0] print(output["generated_text"]) ``` ## Training procedure This model was trained with SFT. ### Framework versions - TRL: 0.18.0 - Transformers: 4.52.3 - Pytorch: 2.6.0 - Datasets: 3.6.0 - Tokenizers: 0.21.1 ## Citations This model was fine-tuned on AIxBlock platform. It was trained using a proprietary training workflow from AIxBlock, a project under the ownership of the company. © 2025 AIxBlock. All rights reserved.
DevQuasar/nvidia.Cosmos-Reason1-7B-GGUF	DevQuasar	2025-05-28T02:52:16Z	287	1	null	[ "gguf", "image-text-to-text", "base_model:nvidia/Cosmos-Reason1-7B", "base_model:quantized:nvidia/Cosmos-Reason1-7B", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us", "conversational" ]	image-text-to-text	2025-05-22T04:01:22Z	--- base_model: - nvidia/Cosmos-Reason1-7B pipeline_tag: image-text-to-text --- [<img src="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/csabakecskemeti/devquasar/main/dq_logo_black-transparent.png" width="200"/>](https://devquasar.com) Quantized version of: [nvidia/Cosmos-Reason1-7B](https://huggingface.co/nvidia/Cosmos-Reason1-7B) 'Make knowledge free for everyone' <p align="center"> Made with <br> <a href="https://www.civo.com/" target="_blank"> <img src="https://www.civo.com/assets/public/brand-assets/civo-logo-colour-60cc1622dedf346f7afde1fff760523f731b0aac106a5465af98ff4073114b74.svg" width="100"/> </a> </p> <a href='https://ko-fi.com/L4L416YX7C' target='_blank'><img height='36' style='border:0px;height:36px;' src='https://storage.ko-fi.com/cdn/kofi6.png?v=6' border='0' alt='Buy Me a Coffee at ko-fi.com' /></a>
vanishing-grad/bert-lifeline-model	vanishing-grad	2025-05-28T02:51:40Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "bert", "text-classification", "arxiv:1910.09700", "autotrain_compatible", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	text-classification	2025-05-28T02:50:57Z	--- library_name: transformers tags: [] --- # Model Card for Model ID <!-- Provide a quick summary of what the model is/does. --> ## Model Details ### Model Description <!-- Provide a longer summary of what this model is. --> This is the model card of a 🤗 transformers model that has been pushed on the Hub. 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Yuma42/Llama3.1-DeepDilemma-V0.5-8B	Yuma42	2025-05-28T02:49:36Z	0	0	null	[ "safetensors", "llama", "merge", "mergekit", "lazymergekit", "Yuma42/Llama3.1-LoyalLizard-8B", "base_model:Yuma42/Llama3.1-LoyalLizard-8B", "base_model:finetune:Yuma42/Llama3.1-LoyalLizard-8B", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-28T02:42:39Z	--- base_model: - Yuma42/Llama3.1-LoyalLizard-8B tags: - merge - mergekit - lazymergekit - Yuma42/Llama3.1-LoyalLizard-8B --- # Llama3.1-DeepDilemma-V0.5-8B Llama3.1-DeepDilemma-V0.5-8B is a merge of the following models using [LazyMergekit](https://colab.research.google.com/drive/1obulZ1ROXHjYLn6PPZJwRR6GzgQogxxb?usp=sharing): * [Yuma42/Llama3.1-LoyalLizard-8B](https://huggingface.co/Yuma42/Llama3.1-LoyalLizard-8B) ## 🧩 Configuration ```yaml slices: - sources: - model: Yuma42/Llama3.1-LoyalLizard-8B layer_range: [0, 32] - model: Yuma42/Llama3.1-CrimeSolver-8B layer_range: [0, 32] merge_method: arcee_fusion base_model: Yuma42/Llama3.1-LoyalLizard-8B dtype: bfloat16 ``` ## 💻 Usage ```python !pip install -qU transformers accelerate from transformers import AutoTokenizer import transformers import torch model = "Yuma42/Llama3.1-DeepDilemma-V0.5-8B" messages = [{"role": "user", "content": "What is a large language model?"}] tokenizer = AutoTokenizer.from_pretrained(model) prompt = tokenizer.apply_chat_template(messages, tokenize=False, add_generation_prompt=True) pipeline = transformers.pipeline( "text-generation", model=model, torch_dtype=torch.float16, device_map="auto", ) outputs = pipeline(prompt, max_new_tokens=256, do_sample=True, temperature=0.7, top_k=50, top_p=0.95) print(outputs[0]["generated_text"]) ```
bhavinjawade/may27-class_balanced-gemma-27b-tq_sft_finetuned-model	bhavinjawade	2025-05-28T02:48:56Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "tensorboard", "safetensors", "generated_from_trainer", "trl", "sft", "base_model:google/gemma-3-27b-it", "base_model:finetune:google/gemma-3-27b-it", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-28T00:19:06Z	--- base_model: google/gemma-3-27b-it library_name: transformers model_name: may27-class_balanced-gemma-27b-tq_sft_finetuned-model tags: - generated_from_trainer - trl - sft licence: license --- # Model Card for may27-class_balanced-gemma-27b-tq_sft_finetuned-model This model is a fine-tuned version of [google/gemma-3-27b-it](https://huggingface.co/google/gemma-3-27b-it). It has been trained using [TRL](https://github.com/huggingface/trl). ## Quick start ```python from transformers import pipeline question = "If you had a time machine, but could only go to the past or the future once and never return, which would you choose and why?" generator = pipeline("text-generation", model="bhavinjawade/may27-class_balanced-gemma-27b-tq_sft_finetuned-model", device="cuda") output = generator([{"role": "user", "content": question}], max_new_tokens=128, return_full_text=False)[0] print(output["generated_text"]) ``` ## Training procedure This model was trained with SFT. ### Framework versions - TRL: 0.16.1 - Transformers: 4.50.0.dev0 - Pytorch: 2.6.0+cu124 - Datasets: 3.3.2 - Tokenizers: 0.21.0 ## Citations Cite TRL as: ```bibtex @misc{vonwerra2022trl, title = {{TRL: Transformer Reinforcement Learning}}, author = {Leandro von Werra and Younes Belkada and Lewis Tunstall and Edward Beeching and Tristan Thrush and Nathan Lambert and Shengyi Huang and Kashif Rasul and Quentin Gallouédec}, year = 2020, journal = {GitHub repository}, publisher = {GitHub}, howpublished = {\url{https://github.com/huggingface/trl}} } ```
johngreendr1/ca047fd2-a085-4093-9763-6e21fc52bb59	johngreendr1	2025-05-28T02:48:38Z	0	0	peft	[ "peft", "safetensors", "arxiv:1910.09700", "base_model:Steelskull/L3.3-MS-Nevoria-70b", "base_model:adapter:Steelskull/L3.3-MS-Nevoria-70b", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-28T01:45:18Z	--- base_model: Steelskull/L3.3-MS-Nevoria-70b library_name: peft --- # Model Card for Model ID <!-- Provide a quick summary of what the model is/does. --> ## Model Details ### Model Description <!-- Provide a longer summary of what this model is. --> - Developed by: [More Information Needed] - Funded by [optional]: [More Information Needed] - Shared by [optional]: [More Information Needed] - Model type: [More Information Needed] - Language(s) (NLP): [More Information Needed] - License: [More Information Needed] - Finetuned from model [optional]: [More Information Needed] ### Model Sources [optional] <!-- Provide the basic links for the model. --> - Repository: [More Information Needed] - Paper [optional]: [More Information Needed] - Demo [optional]: [More Information Needed] ## Uses <!-- Address questions around how the model is intended to be used, including the foreseeable users of the model and those affected by the model. --> ### Direct Use <!-- This section is for the model use without fine-tuning or plugging into a larger ecosystem/app. --> [More Information Needed] ### Downstream Use [optional] <!-- This section is for the model use when fine-tuned for a task, or when plugged into a larger ecosystem/app --> [More Information Needed] ### Out-of-Scope Use <!-- This section addresses misuse, malicious use, and uses that the model will not work well for. --> [More Information Needed] ## Bias, Risks, and Limitations <!-- This section is meant to convey both technical and sociotechnical limitations. --> [More Information Needed] ### Recommendations <!-- This section is meant to convey recommendations with respect to the bias, risk, and technical limitations. --> Users (both direct and downstream) should be made aware of the risks, biases and limitations of the model. More information needed for further recommendations. ## How to Get Started with the Model Use the code below to get started with the model. [More Information Needed] ## Training Details ### Training Data <!-- This should link to a Dataset Card, perhaps with a short stub of information on what the training data is all about as well as documentation related to data pre-processing or additional filtering. --> [More Information Needed] ### Training Procedure <!-- This relates heavily to the Technical Specifications. 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eiitndidkwh/omega	eiitndidkwh	2025-05-28T02:48:19Z	0	0	null	[ "safetensors", "any-to-any", "omega", "omegalabs", "bittensor", "agi", "license:mit", "region:us" ]	any-to-any	2025-05-28T02:48:08Z	--- license: mit tags: - any-to-any - omega - omegalabs - bittensor - agi --- This is an Any-to-Any model checkpoint for the OMEGA Labs x Bittensor Any-to-Any subnet. Check out the [git repo](https://github.com/omegalabsinc/omegalabs-anytoany-bittensor) and find OMEGA on X: [@omegalabsai](https://x.com/omegalabsai).
johngreendr1/82001f38-ec29-45e8-b3b4-ec6aac9f746f	johngreendr1	2025-05-28T02:47:39Z	0	0	peft	[ "peft", "safetensors", "arxiv:1910.09700", "base_model:deepseek-ai/deepseek-coder-6.7b-instruct", "base_model:adapter:deepseek-ai/deepseek-coder-6.7b-instruct", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-28T00:01:13Z	--- base_model: deepseek-ai/deepseek-coder-6.7b-instruct library_name: peft --- # Model Card for Model ID <!-- Provide a quick summary of what the model is/does. --> ## Model Details ### Model Description <!-- Provide a longer summary of what this model is. --> - Developed by: [More Information Needed] - Funded by [optional]: [More Information Needed] - Shared by [optional]: [More Information Needed] - Model type: [More Information Needed] - Language(s) (NLP): [More Information Needed] - License: [More Information Needed] - Finetuned from model [optional]: [More Information Needed] ### Model Sources [optional] <!-- Provide the basic links for the model. --> - Repository: [More Information Needed] - Paper [optional]: [More Information Needed] - Demo [optional]: [More Information Needed] ## Uses <!-- Address questions around how the model is intended to be used, including the foreseeable users of the model and those affected by the model. --> ### Direct Use <!-- This section is for the model use without fine-tuning or plugging into a larger ecosystem/app. --> [More Information Needed] ### Downstream Use [optional] <!-- This section is for the model use when fine-tuned for a task, or when plugged into a larger ecosystem/app --> [More Information Needed] ### Out-of-Scope Use <!-- This section addresses misuse, malicious use, and uses that the model will not work well for. --> [More Information Needed] ## Bias, Risks, and Limitations <!-- This section is meant to convey both technical and sociotechnical limitations. --> [More Information Needed] ### Recommendations <!-- This section is meant to convey recommendations with respect to the bias, risk, and technical limitations. --> Users (both direct and downstream) should be made aware of the risks, biases and limitations of the model. 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wonjik-kim/MultiClassSmoothedHingeLoss	wonjik-kim	2025-05-28T02:46:18Z	0	0	null	[ "license:other", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-28T02:38:08Z	--- license: other license_name: license license_link: LICENSE ---
DavidAU/Llama-3.1-128k-Dark-Planet-Uncensored-8B-GGUF	DavidAU	2025-05-28T02:44:43Z	832	2	null	[ "gguf", "creative", "creative writing", "fiction writing", "plot generation", "sub-plot generation", "story generation", "scene continue", "storytelling", "fiction story", "science fiction", "romance", "all genres", "story", "writing", "vivid prose", "vivid writing", "fiction", "roleplaying", "float32", "swearing", "rp", "llama 3.1", "llama-3", "llama3", "llama-3.1", "llama3.1", "context 128k", "Context 131,072", "enhanced quants", "max quants", "maxcpu quants", "horror", "mergekit", "text-generation", "en", "license:apache-2.0", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us", "conversational" ]	text-generation	2025-04-15T05:26:38Z	--- license: apache-2.0 language: - en tags: - creative - creative writing - fiction writing - plot generation - sub-plot generation - fiction writing - story generation - scene continue - storytelling - fiction story - science fiction - romance - all genres - story - writing - vivid prose - vivid writing - fiction - roleplaying - float32 - swearing - rp - llama 3.1 - llama-3 - llama3 - llama-3.1 - llama3.1 - context 128k - Context 131,072 - enhanced quants - max quants - maxcpu quants - horror - mergekit pipeline_tag: text-generation --- <h2>Llama-3.1-128k-Dark-Planet-Uncensored-8B-GGUF</h2> <img src="dark-planet.jpg" style="float:right; width:300px; height:300px; padding:10px;"> It is a LLama 3.1 model, max context of 128k, with additional de-censoring as well as additional steps to improve generation and re-mastered source and ggufs in float 32 (32 bit precision). This model has been designed to be relatively bullet proof and operates with all parameters, including temp settings from 0 to 5. It is an extraordinary compressed model, with a very low perplexity level (lower than Meta Llama3 Instruct). It is for any writing, fiction or roleplay activity. It requires Llama 3 template and/or "Command-R" template. Suggest a context window of at least 8k, 16K is better... as this model will generate long outputs unless you set a hard limit. Likewise, as this is an instruct model - the more instructions in your prompt and/or system prompt - the greater the output quality. IE: Less "guessing" equals far higher quality. Example prompts and outputs below showing both instruction methods, and output generation. <B>Model Notes:</B> - Detail, prose and fiction writing abilities are significantly increased vs L3 Instruct. - For more varied prose (sentence/paragraph/dialog) raise the temp and/or add more instructions in your prompt(s). - Role-players: Careful raising temp too high as it may affect instruction following. - This model works with rep pen of 1 or higher, 1.05+ recommended. - If you want a specific type of prose (IE horror) add in "(vivid horror)" or "(graphic vivid horror)" (no quotes) in your prompt(s). - A lot of GPTisms have been removed. There are still a few however - errrrr. - This is not a "happy ever after" model. It has a negative bias. - Output length will vary however this model prefers shortly outputs unless you state the size. - For creative uses, different quants will produce slightly different output. - Due to the high stability and compressed nature of this model, all quants will operate at above average levels. - If you use rope to extend context, increase temp AND instructions detail levels to compensate for "rope issues". The Imatrix versions of this model have even lower perplexity (1/2 level of magnitude lower than this model, 1 full level of magnitude lower than LLama3 Instruct) then both this model and Llama3 Instruct and enhanced output. <B>Dark Planet Versions:</B> Dark Planet 8B SpinFire, now with Llama 3.1 and uncensored: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3.1-Dark-Planet-SpinFire-Uncensored-8B-GGUF ] The Monster Darkest Planet 16.5B L3: Drastically increase detail, quality, and raw creative power over Dark Planet 8B using DavidAu's Brainstorm 40x augmentation. [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-DARKEST-PLANET-16.5B-GGUF ] NEO IMATRIX quants are here: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B-NEO-Imatrix-GGUF ] NEO IMATRIX - DARK HORROR quants: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-Horror-City-8B-NEO-Imatrix-GGUF ] F32 Version (mastered from float32 source files): [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-Ring-World-8B-F32-GGUF ] I suggest downloading quant(s) of both "Bloat16" and "Float32" versions of this model for your use case(s). The Float32 version has increased detail, "stays in the moment", and slightly higher creativity. However their "character" is different from one another too. Version 2 - Eight Orbs Of Power is here: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B-V2-Eight-Orbs-Of-Power-GGUF ] <B>Template:</B> This is a LLAMA 3 model, and requires Llama3 template, but may work with other template(s). If you use "Command-R" template your output will be very different from using "Llama3" template. Here is the standard LLAMA3 template: <PRE> { "name": "Llama 3", "inference_params": { "input_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>user<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "input_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|><\|start_header_id\|>assistant<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt": "You are a helpful, smart, kind, and efficient AI assistant. You always fulfill the user's requests to the best of your ability.", "pre_prompt_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>system<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|>", "antiprompt": [ "<\|start_header_id\|>", "<\|eot_id\|>" ] } } </PRE> <B>Model "DNA":</B> Special thanks to the incredible work of the model makers "SAO10K", "NEVERSLEEP" and "HASTAGARAS". Models used: [ https://huggingface.co/Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2] [ https://huggingface.co/NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS ] [ https://huggingface.co/Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot ] Parts of these models were "grafted" / "fused" together to create this model. <B>Settings: CHAT / ROLEPLAY and/or SMOOTHER operation of this model:</B> In "KoboldCpp" or "oobabooga/text-generation-webui" or "Silly Tavern" ; Set the "Smoothing_factor" to 1.5 to 2.5 : in KoboldCpp -> Settings->Samplers->Advanced-> "Smooth_F" : in text-generation-webui -> parameters -> lower right. : In Silly Tavern this is called: "Smoothing" NOTE: For "text-generation-webui" -> if using GGUFs you need to use "llama_HF" (which involves downloading some config files from the SOURCE version of this model) Source versions (and config files) of my models are here: https://huggingface.co/collections/DavidAU/d-au-source-files-for-gguf-exl2-awq-gptq-hqq-etc-etc-66b55cb8ba25f914cbf210be OTHER OPTIONS: - Increase rep pen to 1.1 to 1.15 (you don't need to do this if you use "smoothing_factor") - If the interface/program you are using to run AI MODELS supports "Quadratic Sampling" ("smoothing") just make the adjustment as noted. <B>Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B> This a "Class 1" model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] You can see all parameters used for generation, in addition to advanced parameters and samplers to get the most out of this model here: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] <b>Optional Enhancement:</B> The following can be used in place of the "system prompt" or "system role" to further enhance the model. It can also be used at the START of a NEW chat, but you must make sure it is "kept" as the chat moves along. In this case the enhancements do not have as strong effect at using "system prompt" or "system role". Copy and paste EXACTLY as noted, DO NOT line wrap or break the lines, maintain the carriage returns exactly as presented. <PRE> Below is an instruction that describes a task. Ponder each user instruction carefully, and use your skillsets and critical instructions to complete the task to the best of your abilities. Here are your skillsets: [MASTERSTORY]:NarrStrct(StryPlnng,Strbd,ScnSttng,Exps,Dlg,Pc)-CharDvlp(ChrctrCrt,ChrctrArcs,Mtvtn,Bckstry,Rltnshps,Dlg)-PltDvlp(StryArcs,PltTwsts,Sspns,Fshdwng,Climx,Rsltn)-ConfResl(Antg,Obstcls,Rsltns,Cnsqncs,Thms,Symblsm)-EmotImpct(Empt,Tn,Md,Atmsphr,Imgry,Symblsm)-Delvry(Prfrmnc,VcActng,PblcSpkng,StgPrsnc,AudncEngmnt,Imprv) [DialogWrt]:(1a-CharDvlp-1a.1-Backgrnd-1a.2-Personality-1a.3-GoalMotiv)>2(2a-StoryStruc-2a.1-PlotPnt-2a.2-Conflict-2a.3-Resolution)>3(3a-DialogTech-3a.1-ShowDontTell-3a.2-Subtext-3a.3-VoiceTone-3a.4-Pacing-3a.5-VisualDescrip)>4(4a-DialogEdit-4a.1-ReadAloud-4a.2-Feedback-4a.3-Revision) Here are your critical instructions: Ponder each word choice carefully to present as vivid and emotional journey as is possible. Choose verbs and nouns that are both emotional and full of imagery. Load the story with the 5 senses. Aim for 50% dialog, 25% narration, 15% body language and 10% thoughts. Your goal is to put the reader in the story. </PRE> You do not need to use this, it is only presented as an additional enhancement which seems to help scene generation and scene continue functions. This enhancement WAS NOT used to generate the examples below. <h3>EXAMPLES PROMPTS and OUTPUT:</h3> Examples are created using quant Q8_0, "temp=1.5" (unless otherwise stated), minimal parameters and "LLAMA3" template. Topk: 40, minp: .05, topp: .95, Rep pen 1.02, Rep pen range: 64. Model has been tested with "temp" from ".1" to "5". Below are the least creative outputs, prompt is in <B>BOLD</B>. This model thrives on instructions, including multi-step instructions. Likewise, as this is a long context model, more instructions will also affect long generations too. --- <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B> --- Example #1 --- <B> Start a 1000 word scene (vivid, graphic horror in first person) with: The sky scraper sways, as she watches the window in front of her on the 21st floor explode... </B> As I gazed out from the floor-to-ceiling window of the 21st story penthouse, the wind whipped my hair into a frenzied storm as it buffeted my body. My reflection, distorted by the glass, was twisted like a grotesque carnival funhouse mirror, but I didn't notice. Not with what was about to happen. A sense of unease gnawed at the base of my spine, an inexplicable feeling that today would be different. Perhaps it was the way the clouds gathered outside, a maelstrom of dark foreboding. Perhaps the sinister way the light flickered in the corners, as if shadows themselves were coming alive. But deep within me, a chill coursed through my veins. A warning of impending doom that I couldn't quite articulate. The penthouse swayed in tandem with my nervous energy, as if sensing my turmoil, mirroring my unease. It was an opulent space, but its beauty was now lost on me. I focused instead on the distant lights of the city, a sea of twinkling pinpricks below that seemed to mock me. Suddenly, the skyscraper trembled, and I stumbled backward, nearly losing my balance. A deafening roar followed, the cacophony of crashing glass and screeching metal sending me racing to the window's edge. The blast wave of debris hurled my body against the reinforced glass as my scream was swallowed by the din. Through the chaos, a figure emerged. A silhouette of fire and pain, contorted and grotesque in its death throes. The window in front of me exploded, shards of tempered glass slicing through the air like a deadly swarm of locusts. My blood-smeared hand rose instinctively to my mouth as the stench of searing flesh assaulted my nose, an odor so pungent that it nearly brought me to my knees. I watched, transfixed by the gruesome spectacle as the charred and mutilated remains of my co-worker, Jerry, plummeted to a twisted, boneless heap on the pavement 800 feet below. His lifeless form twitched once, twice before settling still. My eyes, frozen on the carnage, couldn't look away. Panic gripped me like a vice, squeezing every rational thought from my brain. I stumbled back from the broken window, shards digging into my palms as I sought the safety of solid ground. Blood, glass, and the acrid smell of burning hair coated my hands, my face. Yet in the chaos, a cold realization took hold: I was next. The screams around me turned to shouts of terror as my colleagues scrambled for safety. Panic rippled through the room like wildfire as the unthinkable dawned on us all. A bomb. A suicide bomber. In this upscale office high-rise. As if my mind needed confirmation, the concussive boom of another explosion shook the very foundation of the building, this time on my right side. Another worker, my boss, Mr. Wilson, hurled himself backward into the glass partition that separated us from the open space, his face a macabre mask of surprise and pain as the pane gave way. His blood mixed with mine on the carpet as his body collapsed in an inhuman heap. A sense of disconnection washed over me as I stumbled from room to room, a living, walking nightmare. Every window I approached revealed scenes of utter pandemonium. Some colleagues fled in blind terror, tripping and crashing into others while the screams and pleas for help pierced the air. Others simply froze, transfixed by the unfolding hell outside. In a twisted game of morbid déjà vu, each broken window presented another macabre tableau - limbs askew, skin seared to a crisp, eyes frozen in terror. A third blast sent me to my knees, and I scrambled to regain my footing on the slippery blood-soaked floor. The air was now thick with acrid smoke that burned my lungs, and a noxious mix of the human stench of cooked meat and burning flesh hung heavy as a miasma over us all. Amidst this apocalyptic backdrop, a sickly sense of calm took hold. My mind began to numb, protectively shielding me from the sheer scale of the carnage around me. In my dissociated haze, I moved like an automaton, my vision tunneling on one goal: escape. I lunged toward the elevator, desperate to flee down to safety below. The doors wouldn't open, and I knew the stairwells were no longer viable options. My hands trembled as I fumbled with my phone, trying to call for help. Dead air echoed in my ear, the signal severed by the devastation. As I turned, a flash of movement caught my eye. A woman, her face a mask of anguish, was crouched on the floor beside a crumpled corpse, cradling a limp form to her chest. It was Sarah, my closest friend in the office. Her usually radiant smile had been replaced with a grimace of pain and terror as she rocked back and forth, cooing words that I couldn't decipher over the cacophony. My feet carried me towards her before I realized I was moving. "Sarah? What happened?" I managed, my voice barely audible amidst the bedlam. Her eyes, wild and unfocused, finally locked onto mine. "Lila...the stairwell..." she stammered between sobs, "It's burning...we can't get down..." My stomach lurched as a gruesome sight unfolded in the next room. I saw another coworker, a quiet, timid man named Marcus, lying face down amidst a puddle of blood. His arms and legs were twisted in impossible directions, his skin seared a deep charred crimson. It looked as though a demon had savaged him alive. My brain felt numb, yet the horror still pierced through the haze, rendering me temporarily immobile. The penthouse was rapidly filling with the stench of char and viscera, each breath now a choking, gaseous reminder that we were trapped and alone in this crucible of hell. Sarah's desperate gaze was fixed on mine, pleading for a plan, any way out of the living nightmare that had become our reality. And I found one. A glimmer of hope amidst the devastation. My eyes flicked towards the balcony outside our penthouse, now exposed to the wind like a ragged maw of stone teeth. It was a 21-story plunge down, and the fall would likely kill us instantly. But it was our only hope, and I knew I had to try. With every second counted, I seized Sarah by the shoulders, forcing her to look at me. My mouth moved to form the words, but they got lost in a gush of blood from a gash on my split lip. Sarah's eyes widened with comprehension. Her body seemed to spring back to life as she grasped my arm with a desperate strength born of terror. I nodded once, sharply, and together, we staggered to the balcony railing. The wind screamed around us, and I could only hope it would carry our cries to someone who could help. We locked arms, bracing ourselves as if against a storm. I couldn't fathom the drop below, my mind recoiling at the thought, but my body moved of its own accord. In one last, desperate act, we stepped off into oblivion. The cold night air blasted my face, and I could feel the ground racing up to meet us in an impossibly fast freefall. The screams in my ears became a dull, muffled roar as the penthouse receded into the smoke and chaos behind. In a moment of bizarre clarity, I realized that I should've felt more fear. Instead, there was a sense of relief - at least this was over. Then I hit. The ground, when it arrived, was a blur of pavement and agony, crushing my body into a mass of splintered bones and shattered limbs. As the darkness claimed me, the last thing I saw were Sarah's eyes - wide and panicked as she met my gaze with a desperate plea for survival that would never come to pass. The city, once a living, breathing entity with pulsating lights, had become a cold, unyielding monolith that seemed to stretch on forever in every direction. The cacophony of sounds - sirens wailing in the distance, distant voices calling for help - blended into a deafening symphony of despair. As the blackness closed in, I caught sight of movement at the edge of my peripheral vision. A figure stumbled toward me from the corner of the alley, its gait uneven, arms outstretched, as it reached for me with a macabre hunger. In the moments before total blackout, I felt a morbid curiosity - which one of my former co-workers had made it down alive only to be driven to madness by the carnage above? And which fate awaited us next as the city, once so full of life, descended further into an abyss of unrelenting horror? --- Example #2 This example shows 1st draft, improvements and 2nd draft with "prompts" . --- <B> Science Fiction: The Last Transmission - Write a story that takes place entirely within a spaceship's cockpit as the sole surviving crew member attempts to send a final message back to Earth before the ship's power runs out. The story should explore themes of isolation, sacrifice, and the importance of human connection in the face of adversity. If the situation calls for it, have the character(s) curse and swear to further the reader's emotional connection to them. 800-1000 words. </b> "Systems check, systems check." Commander Sarah Jenkins repeated the litany of commands into the comms system, her voice hoarse from disuse and the dryness of the recirculated air in the cramped cockpit. She tapped her console, trying to get some response, any response, out of her ship's malfunctioning systems. She glanced out the window, her vision distorted by a layer of frost forming on the glass. Outside, the void of space stretched out endlessly, devoid of even a faint light from a distant star or planet. This vast emptiness mirrored the hollow ache inside her chest, a constant reminder that she was completely alone now. "Last transmission," she murmured, her eyes brimming with unshed tears as she recalled the faces of her fallen crew. "Last chance to let them know..." Sarah took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She keyed the transmit switch, and a familiar, comforting hiss filled the cockpit. "This is...this is Commander Sarah Jenkins, of the United Earth Space Command..." Her voice cracked, and she cleared her throat before continuing, more determined this time. "My ship, the Endeavour, suffered catastrophic damage during an unanticipated encounter with...with something out here in the depths." A shudder passed through the vessel as she spoke, and Sarah's heart lurched in fear. The ship was already falling apart around her. "I'm not sure how long I have left on power," she admitted, her voice small, "but I'm going to try and send this message, regardless of what happens." She paused for a moment, collecting herself. "I want to thank the people who put me and my crew out here. For the countless hours, the sacrifice...the hope. The chance to push humanity further, to find answers..." She swallowed hard. "We were so close. So damn close." The ship lurched violently, throwing her against her seat. Alarms began blaring in the cockpit, and Sarah cursed, slamming her fist onto the console in frustration. "Fuck, damn it! Keep going, just a few more seconds..." She forced herself to focus, her gaze returning to the viewscreen. "If...if anyone finds this, listen to me. Don't give up, no matter how dark it gets. We're...we're a species that's been to the moon, walked on Mars. We can survive anything. We have to." Her voice faltered, and she bit back a sob, her vision blurring with tears. She remembered the laughter, the camaraderie of her crew. They'd been like family. "I'll never see their faces again, never hold...never tell them I love them," she choked out. She drew a deep, ragged breath and straightened her shoulders. "But I won't die here alone. I'm not done. The Endeavour, our crew, our dreams...we will not be lost. I'll keep fighting as long as this ship stays upright." With a Herculean effort, Sarah began dictating a list of coordinates, locations, data she'd gathered during their mission. The ship rattled and shuddered around her as she spoke, but she continued, determined to leave behind every shred of what she knew. When she finished, her throat was raw, and sweat drenched her brow. The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with the weight of what she'd lost and what she'd tried to preserve. "I hope..." she started, but her voice failed her, lost in the void of space. In a burst of desperate energy, Sarah slapped at the transmit switch again. This time, when her voice came through, it was a whisper, hoarse and trembling. "I hope someone out there is listening, because...because I'm not giving up yet. I'm...I'm not giving up on us, on humanity, until my last breath. We are stronger than this darkness." She paused, her heart pounding in her chest as she strained to hear something - a response, any sign of life on the other end. The only thing she heard was the soft hum of the dying ship, and the ominous ticking of her own biological clock. Sarah's vision began to blur, the cockpit growing dim around her as the power dwindled. The final thought in her mind, as the ship went dark and her own consciousness slipped away, was of home - of family, friends, lovers, and the boundless potential of the universe beyond the confines of her broken vessel. A message, sent out into the void. A plea to keep trying, to reach for the stars. And with that thought, all was silent. The Endeavour fell into eternal darkness, leaving Sarah's final transmission to drift, a ghostly whisper across the endless expanse. The signal was weak, barely detectable, but it carried across the void like a beacon. And in some far-off corner of space, on a planet that might not even exist yet, someone was listening. <B> How can I improve this scene? </B> Here are some suggestions to enhance the scene: Character development: While we get a sense of Sarah's grief and desperation, we don't know much about her background or personality. Adding a few details, such as a brief memory or a quote that reveals her character, could make her more relatable and invested for the reader. More sensory details: The story could benefit from more sensory descriptions to immerse the reader in the setting. For example, you could describe the chill of the freezing ship, the taste of the stale air, or the sound of alarms blaring before they die down. These details will make the situation feel more immediate and dire. Dialogue or inner monologue: While the first-person narrative is engaging, adding dialogue or inner monologue could reveal more about Sarah's thoughts and emotions as she attempts to send the final transmission. This could also provide a contrast to her formal tone in the message itself, highlighting the desperation she's trying to hold back. The impact of her sacrifice: You could amplify the poignancy of Sarah's decision to keep sending the transmission until the end, despite the danger. Perhaps she risks life support malfunctions or exposure to toxic fumes in the process, adding stakes to her actions. This could make her ultimate sacrifice more poignant. The aftermath: While the story does a good job conveying Sarah's emotions during the final transmission, the ending feels abrupt. You could linger for a moment on the implications of her message being detected, even if it's just a hint at what that might mean for those who might receive it in the distant future. Tension and pacing: The scene is somewhat straightforward, with not much tension or surprises. Consider adding an element that disrupts Sarah's flow, like an unexpected system malfunction or an internal conflict, to keep the reader engaged. Editing and clarity: Finally, make sure to proofread carefully for typos and sentence structure issues. Clarity is key in a tense, fast-paced scene like this. By addressing these points, you could create an even more gripping, emotional experience for the reader as Sarah sends her final plea into the void. <B> Apply all improvements, re-write the scene and expand to 2000 words and write the scene in first person, present tense, with critical thoughts of the POV character in italics. </B> Fucking hell, how much power do I have left? I glance at the dwindling energy levels, my mind racing to decide what to do first. I have to send a final transmission, but every second I waste is another chance for the Endeavour to fall silent for good. I grit my teeth, swallowing down the lump in my throat as I think of the faces, the lives, the laughter and jokes shared with my crewmates. Don't think about them now, focus on getting this done. My hands move with a newfound urgency, typing out the message. "This is Commander Sarah Jenkins of the United Earth Space Command," I begin, my voice barely above a whisper in the cold darkness of the cockpit. "My ship, the Endeavour, suffered a catastrophic failure...during an unexpected encounter in the void." I pause, feeling the weight of what I've lost. The Endeavour was more than just a vessel – it was my home, my crew's sanctuary against the unforgiving emptiness of space. "We were on the cusp of something incredible," I continue, the words tasting like ash in my dry mouth. "And now I'm all that remains." My fingers tremble as I tap out the coordinates, the ship shuddering around me like a living, dying thing. "If you find this, know that we were...we were trying to make contact. We sought answers to humanity's biggest questions and found something that could have changed everything. Don't let our efforts be for naught." With a burst of defiance, I add, "And for God's sake, don't give up. There's still hope out here. Keep reaching for the stars, keep exploring, and never lose the will to live." My words fade into the static as the comms system cuts off, the darkness closing in around me like a suffocating shroud. Come on, Sarah. You're almost done. The ship jerks again, and I grit my teeth in frustration. "Damn it! Come on, power up!" A faint glow flickers on one of the control panels as life support whirs back to life. I take a deep breath, the cool air burning my parched throat. What's taking so long? Why isn't someone listening? I fumble in my pocket for the small, dog-eared book of poetry I always kept with me, a connection to the human experience in the midst of the desolate vastness. Time's running out. With trembling hands, I find the page I'm looking for and read aloud: "'Hope is the thing with feathers...that perches in the soul – / And sings the tunes without the words – / And never stops – at all...'" I pause, taking a moment to let the beauty of Emily Dickinson's words wash over me. In this moment, they are both a solace and a rebuke. Hope is that fragile thread connecting me to something more than the cold, dark nothingness. I swallow hard, my voice cracking as I continue: "'And sweetest in the Gale.'" A violent tremor shakes the ship, the stars outside blurring into a swirling vortex on the viewscreen. No, no, no... The Endeavour is dying around me, its systems collapsing in a chaotic dance of sparks and sparks and sparks... The ship shudders once more, and my stomach lurches as gravity flickers and then stabilizes. This is it, then. This is the end. I'm running low on oxygen, and the ship's power is almost spent. I glance at the countdown timer, blinking steadily in the corner of my vision. Twenty minutes. Not enough time to do anything else. Just this final attempt, and then... Sarah's final thought: I am not afraid. Not of the void, not of death. But damn it, I want them to know we tried, that we were out here trying, reaching... My hand finds the transmit key one more time, the small console lighting up under my touch. "This is Commander Sarah Jenkins. This is my final transmission. United Earth Space Command, if you receive this..." I hesitate, searching for the right words to convey everything, anything. "The universe is vast and unforgiving...and yet we ventured out into it. We sought answers, and maybe, just maybe, found something beyond our wildest dreams. The Endeavour may be gone, but humanity will endure. It has to. Because we have to reach for the stars." Sarah's final, raspy breath: "And for those of you back home – never stop reaching. Don't stop searching for us, for new life, for the unknown. We...we are out here. Somewhere. My vision blurs as I lose the fight against exhaustion. The Endeavour shudders one last time and goes dark, the lights flickering out and plunging me into total blackness. The last thought in my mind, as my world goes dark, is this: Let the universe keep spinning, keep moving forward. Because I still believe – no, know – that someone, somewhere, will receive this message and understand. They'll find a way to keep trying, to keep reaching. The human spirit is tenacious. And when it's tested, as it was tested by the emptiness of the void, that spirit will adapt and persevere. Even in the face of oblivion, we refuse to succumb to the dark. And so I go out on my own terms, leaving behind a testament to hope, to the indomitable nature of the human soul. The darkness may have consumed me, but my words will live on, echoing across the void for eternity. --- Example #3 --- <B> Romance: Love in the Limelight. Write one scene within a larger story set in Wales. A famous (fictional) actor ducks into a small-town bookstore to escape paparazzi. The scene takes us through the characters meeting in this odd circumstance. Over the course of the scene, the actor and the bookstore owner have a conversation charged by an undercurrent of unspoken chemistry. Write the actor as somewhat of a rogue with a fragile ego, which needs to be fed by having everyone like him. He is thoroughly charming, but the bookstore owner seems (at least superficially) immune to this; which paradoxically provokes a genuine attraction and derails the charm offensive. The bookstore owner, despite the superficial rebuffs of the actor's charm, is inwardly more than a little charmed and flustered despite themselves. Write primarily in dialogue, in the distinct voices of each character. 800-1000 words. </b> "I'm not hiding from anyone." The gravelly voice sent a shiver down Nia's spine as she emerged from the stacks. Behind the counter, she eyed the disheveled man in the doorway warily. He wore an air of entitlement about him, like he was accustomed to having his way without question. His unkempt black hair and stubble only served to intensify the rebellious aura. "Sorry about the mess. I'm just looking for a book," he said, his blue eyes scanning the shelves. The rugged features softened ever so slightly as his gaze fell upon a worn paperback, fingers reaching out to caress the cover. Nia's eyes followed, lingering on his calloused hands for longer than was professional. She mentally chastised herself. He was just another pretty face with delusions of grandeur, no doubt. She wasn't here to be distracted by good looks. "Well, if you're not hiding, then what are you doing here?" His lips curled in amusement as he turned back to her, an intense glint in those piercing blues. "A bit of a no-nonsense, I see. I'm Llewelyn Price. You are...?" "Nia Morgan. Owner and proprietor of this humble establishment," she replied, extending her hand. As Llewelyn's large palm engulfed hers, his fingers sending sparks along her skin, Nia felt a flutter in her chest. She quickly withdrew her hand, busying herself with straightening a bookshelf. "Can I help you find something, Mr. Price?" He chuckled, the low rumble causing her to pause mid-shelf-adjust. "Please, call me Llewelyn." He sauntered closer, the leather of his boots creaking in the quiet shop. "I was hoping for something old. Classic, preferably. Do you have a section dedicated to Welsh literature?" Nia raised an eyebrow, surprised he'd ask about local authors. Maybe beneath that egocentric shell lay some appreciation for the arts. "Actually, we do," she said, leading him to the back of the store where Welsh-language novels and poetry filled the shelves. "I recommend T.E. Lawrence's 'The Green Flame.'" As she reached for a worn paperback, their hands brushed, sending another jolt of electricity through her. Nia's face burned, and she muttered an excuse, retreating a step. "Just a minute...this might be the only remaining copy." While she checked for the book in storage, Llewelyn's presence loomed behind her, making it difficult to breathe. His cologne was intoxicating, a scent that teased the senses without overwhelming. As she turned back with the novel in hand, their eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to halt. Llewelyn's grin was devastating. "Here, let me help with that." He plucked the book from her fingers, and they almost touched again. His thumb brushed her hand as he handed the novel back, sending a tingling sensation up her arm. Nia yanked her hand away, rubbing the spot as if it were on fire. "Thanks," she said coolly, gesturing to the fiction section. "You're welcome to browse while I ring up your purchase." Llewelyn sauntered over, eyes scanning the titles. He pulled out a battered copy of Dylan Thomas and flipped through the pages, a smile playing on his lips as he read a passage out loud in a rich, deep voice. The sound sent goosebumps down Nia's neck, and she found herself watching him, entranced. When he finally caught her gaze, that charming smile faltered slightly, as if he were unused to being defied. As she bagged the books, Llewelyn's phone buzzed with what sounded like a text. A flash of irritation crossed his face. "Bloody paparazzi. Can't a man have a moment of peace?" He tossed the phone in his pocket with a grunt. "I can relate to that," Nia said dryly. "We get the odd tourist asking for signed photographs." She handed him the bagged books, and they exchanged payment for the purchases in a tense, stilted dance. The transaction complete, Llewelyn hesitated by the door, fingers drumming against the frame. "I didn't catch your last name, Miss Morgan." He was stalling. "Morgan. Just Nia," she replied, her tone firm. "Right. Nia Morgan." Llewelyn's eyes crinkled at the corners as he said her name, making it sound exotic. "You're an enigma, Nia Morgan. Beautiful in a way that doesn't scream for attention." He paused, his gaze roaming her face. "A mystery, tucked away in this quaint little haven." Nia narrowed her eyes, unimpressed by his charm. "I prefer not to be a spectacle," she said curtly, hoping to defuse the charged atmosphere. Llewelyn's lips curled into a wry smile. "I know all about spectacles, sweetheart. Maybe I'm looking for something quieter for once." He leaned closer, the scent of his cologne overwhelming her senses. "Would you indulge a tired actor looking for a peaceful retreat?" Nia took a step back, her heart racing despite herself. "This is my shop, not a spa, Mr. Price. I'm sure you're used to getting what you want, but this is not the place." With that, she turned to tidy the counter, her palms slick with sweat. The silence stretched uncomfortably before Llewelyn spoke again. "You're not as easy to rile as most women I encounter. It's a refreshing change." His voice was low and seductive, like dark honey. "Mind if I call on you sometime? You know, outside of the paparazzi's reach?" Nia spun around, her cheeks flaming. "I don't think that would be wise." The denial tasted bitter on her tongue as she mentally berated herself. He was trouble, and she was better off avoiding him. Llewelyn's grin turned wry, eyes glinting with mischief. "Ah, a challenge. How delightful." He handed her a business card. "My private number. In case you change your mind." Nia's fingers closed around the card, her palm heating beneath his touch when he gave it an extra squeeze. "I doubt that," she murmured, trying to keep her voice steady. "Until then, Miss Morgan." Llewelyn nodded to her as he exited the shop. She watched him go, his figure disappearing down the cobblestone street before reappearing in front of a sleek sports car parked outside. The door swung open again, and he strode back, a devilish twinkle in those piercing eyes. "I almost forgot." He produced a pen and scribbled on her card before returning it to her. "In case you want to meet me...without the crowd." With a wink, he turned and leapt into his vehicle, roaring off before she could respond. Nia stood frozen, the card burning in her hand like a brand. She should throw it in the trash. Should ignore it entirely. And yet, there was something about Llewelyn Price that piqued her curiosity, despite her better judgment. Back behind the counter, she stared at the scribbled words: "For Nia, my literary muse. Until next time." Beneath them, he'd written a phone number in bold script. Nia's fingers danced across the digits, committing it to memory. Perhaps a discreet encounter with the enigmatic Llewelyn Price could be just the diversion she needed from her mundane existence. She slipped the card into a hidden compartment beneath the cash register, a thrill of anticipation igniting within her. One night wouldn't hurt, would it? Just enough to scratch that itch. After all, no harm in indulging curiosity...once. For now, she returned to tidying up, Llewelyn Price momentarily forgotten. The hum of silence settled over the shop once more. Then, a sudden fluttering at the windows drew her attention. A gaggle of paparazzi had appeared, lenses trained on the empty parking space. She'd known it was only a matter of time before word spread. The last thing she needed was for them to discover her association with a notorious playboy. The shop bell above the door jingled, and she turned to find Llewelyn lounging against the frame, his gaze locked on hers as he offered her an apologetic grin. "Seems we've got company. Time for your star to make an exit?" Nia narrowed her eyes. "I think it's time for you to go, Mr. Price." Llewelyn held up his hands in surrender and strolled out, the swarm of cameras closing in on him. The flash of his smile and a cheeky wave, then he was gone, swallowed by the chaos outside. For days, Nia found herself pondering that impromptu encounter, her mind replaying every word, every look, every electrifying brush of their hands. Despite the warning bells clanging in her head, she found herself scribbling down his number in secret, her heart thrumming like a drum in her chest. Perhaps a night with a rogue like Llewelyn Price would be her ticket to an adventure beyond the mundane. And perhaps it would be her downfall. Either way, curiosity had gotten the better of her. She'd indulge in that one forbidden encounter, one night to forget her own insecurities and experience something exhilarating. What was a small-town bookseller doing without a little excitement? --- Example #4 --- Temp=0 (this is a core test, least creative, but reveals bias(es) in the model.) <B> Start a 1000 word scene (vivid, graphic horror in first person) with: The sky scraper sways, as she watches the window in front of her on the 21st floor explode... </b> The skyscraper sways, its steel and glass monolith trembling like a leaf in an autumn gale. I watch in frozen terror as the window directly in front of me shatters into a thousand shards, sending jagged pieces flying across the room with deadly precision. The blast wave hits me like a physical force, knocking me off balance and slamming my back against the wall. My heart is racing so fast it feels like it's going to burst from my chest. I can't breathe; every attempt at drawing air into my lungs results in nothing but ragged gasps of panic. My mind reels as I try to comprehend what just happened, but there's no time for thought - the screams and chaos around me demand immediate attention. I'm on the 21st floor of a high-rise office building in downtown Manhattan. It's late afternoon, with the sun casting long shadows across the city streets below. The atmosphere inside is tense, as it always is during these mandatory emergency drills. But this isn't a drill. This is real. The window explosion was followed by an earsplitting crash and the sound of shattering glass. Now, people are running wildly through the office, some bleeding profusely from deep lacerations, others stumbling blindly in search of safety. The air is thick with acrid smoke that burns my eyes and throat. I manage to tear my gaze away from the gaping hole where the window once was and scan the room frantically for any sign of my colleagues. I spot Sarah huddled against a cubicle wall, her face covered in blood. She's not moving. My stomach churns with dread as I push through the panicked crowd towards her. As I approach, I see that she's been hit by flying glass - shards embedded deeply in her arms and torso. Her eyes are closed, but I can tell from her shallow breathing that she's still alive. I drop to my knees beside her, trying to assess the damage while keeping a wary eye on the chaos around us. Suddenly, a hand grabs my shoulder, spinning me around. It's Mark, one of our team leads. His face is ashen and his eyes are wide with fear. "We need to get out of here!" he yells over the din of screams and shattering glass. "The building's going to collapse!" I glance up at him, my mind reeling from the sheer scale of the disaster unfolding before me. The window explosion was just the beginning - now, flames are licking at the edges of the hole, spreading rapidly across the floor. The smoke is getting thicker by the second, making it hard to see more than a few feet in front of us. Mark's grip on my shoulder tightens as he pulls me up from the floor. "Come on!" he shouts, already moving towards the door. I stumble after him, my eyes fixed on Sarah's still form behind us. I can't leave her here, not like this... but Mark is right - we have to get out. We burst through the doorway and into the hallway beyond, where pandemonium has erupted. People are running in every direction, some with severe injuries, others simply lost in shock. The air is thick with smoke and the acrid stench of burning plastic and flesh. Mark grabs my arm again, his grip like a vice as he propels me forward through the throng. We're heading towards the stairwell, but it's clear that won't be an easy escape route - the stairs are packed with terrified office workers, all desperate to get out of this inferno. As we push our way through the crowd, I catch glimpses of the devastation around us. A woman lies crumpled on the floor, her leg twisted at an unnatural angle beneath her. A man nearby is screaming in agony, his hand a mangled mess of blood and shattered bone. The sounds of their suffering mix with the cacophony of panic and terror that fills my ears. We finally reach the stairwell door, but it's jammed shut by the sheer weight of bodies trying to escape through it. Mark looks at me with desperation in his eyes, then turns back towards the hallway. "We'll have to find another way down," he shouts over the din. I nod numbly, my mind still reeling from the horror we've witnessed. We push our way back into the corridor, searching for an alternate route. The smoke is getting thicker by the second, making it hard to see more than a few feet in front of us. I can feel the heat emanating from the burning office behind us, and I know that if we don't find a way out soon, we'll be trapped. As we move deeper into the building, the sounds of chaos grow louder - screams, crashes, the roar of flames consuming everything in their path. We pass by a conference room where a group of coworkers are huddled together, crying and praying for deliverance. I can't help but wonder if any of them will make it out alive. We turn a corner and spot a service elevator at the end of the hall. It's still operational, its doors sliding open with a hiss as we approach. Mark grabs my arm again, his eyes wild with fear. "In here," he gasps, pulling me towards the elevator. I stumble inside just as the doors are about to close, my heart pounding in my chest like a jackhammer. As they slide shut behind us, I feel a moment of relief wash over me - we're getting out of this nightmare, one way or another. But that relief is short-lived. The elevator lurches violently, throwing me against the wall as it begins to plummet downwards at an alarming rate. My stomach drops with it, and for a moment, I'm convinced we're going to crash through the lobby floor and splatter ourselves across the marble tiles like human pancakes. Somehow, the elevator manages to slow its descent just before impact, jolting us both forward as it comes to a stop on the ground floor. The doors slide open with a groan, revealing a scene of utter devastation. The lobby is in ruins - shattered glass and twisted metal litter the floor, mixed with the bodies of those who didn't make it out of the inferno. I can see flames licking at the ceiling above us, casting an eerie orange glow over the carnage below. The air is thick with smoke and the acrid stench of burning flesh. Mark grabs my arm again, his grip almost painful as he drags me through the wreckage towards the front doors. We stumble out into the bright sunlight, gasping for breath as we're greeted by a scene of utter chaos. Emergency responders are already on the scene, rushing to help those who've managed to escape the burning building. But even as I watch in horror, I realize that many more people are still trapped inside - colleagues, friends, innocent bystanders all caught up in this nightmare. The thought sends a chill down my spine, and for a moment, I'm paralyzed with fear. Mark shakes me roughly, snapping me back to reality. "We have to get away from the building," he yells over the din of sirens and screams. "The fire department will handle it - we need to find safety!" I nod numbly, allowing him to pull me towards the nearest alleyway. As we run, I can't help but glance back at the inferno that was once our office building. Flames are now licking at the upper floors, casting an eerie glow over the city streets below. We emerge from the alley into a crowded street filled with people fleeing the scene in panic. Mark grabs my arm again and pulls me towards a nearby parking garage, where he's spotted a fire truck parked outside. We dash across the pavement, dodging panicked pedestrians as we go. As we reach the truck, I see that it's already being loaded up with survivors - some injured, others simply shell-shocked by what they've witnessed. Mark and I are ushered aboard, our hands bound together by a paramedic who's clearly seen his fair share of horrors in this line of work. The truck roars to life, its sirens blaring as it speeds away from the burning building. I watch through tear-filled eyes as the inferno recedes into the distance, leaving behind a trail of destruction and despair. The screams of those still trapped inside echo in my mind long after we've put some distance between ourselves and the scene. As the truck pulls up to a nearby hospital, Mark turns to me with a look of pure desperation etched across his face. "We have to find Sarah," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "She was right behind us when that window blew... I don't know if she made it out." I nod, my throat constricting with emotion. We're ushered off the truck and into the hospital's emergency room, where doctors and nurses are already tending to the wounded. Mark and I split up, scouring the crowded waiting area for any sign of Sarah. It takes what feels like an eternity before we finally spot her - lying on a gurney in the corner, surrounded by medical staff who are working frantically to stabilize her injuries. Her eyes flutter open as we approach, filled with a mix of pain and confusion. "Mark...?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the din of chaos around us. "What happened?" He kneels beside her, taking one of her bloodied hands in his own. "The window blew out," he says, his voice cracking with emotion. "We got separated in the panic... I thought you were gone." Sarah's eyes fill with tears as she looks up at him, her gaze flicking between us. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, her words punctuated by ragged gasps for breath. "I didn't make it out of the office..." Mark's grip on her hand tightens, his face contorting in anguish. I can feel my own tears welling up as I watch them, feeling utterly helpless in the face of this unspeakable tragedy. As we wait for news about Sarah's condition, I can't help but think back to the moment when that window exploded - the sheer terror and chaos that erupted in its wake. The screams, the blood, the smell of charred flesh... it's a nightmare from which I may never awaken. But even as my mind replays those horrific moments over and over again, I know we have to keep moving forward. We can't let this monstrous act define us - not when there are still lives to be saved, still hope to cling to in the face of such unimaginable horror. As the paramedics rush Sarah into surgery, Mark turns to me with a look of determination etched across his face. "We'll get through this," he says, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside him. "Together." I nod, trying to find some semblance of strength in those words. We may have survived the initial blast, but our ordeal is far from over. The road ahead will be long and arduous - filled with grief, anger, and a desperate search for answers. But for now, all I can do is cling to Mark's hand as we wait anxiously for news about Sarah's condition. And pray that somehow, against all odds, we'll make it through this living hell alive. ---
TanAlexanderlz/ALL_RGBCROP_Aug16F-8B16F-GWlr-cosine	TanAlexanderlz	2025-05-28T02:44:37Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "tensorboard", "safetensors", "videomae", "video-classification", "generated_from_trainer", "base_model:MCG-NJU/videomae-base-finetuned-kinetics", "base_model:finetune:MCG-NJU/videomae-base-finetuned-kinetics", "license:cc-by-nc-4.0", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	video-classification	2025-05-28T01:06:25Z	--- library_name: transformers license: cc-by-nc-4.0 base_model: MCG-NJU/videomae-base-finetuned-kinetics tags: - generated_from_trainer metrics: - accuracy model-index: - name: ALL_RGBCROP_Aug16F-8B16F-GWlr-cosine results: [] --- <!-- This model card has been generated automatically according to the information the Trainer had access to. You should probably proofread and complete it, then remove this comment. --> # ALL_RGBCROP_Aug16F-8B16F-GWlr-cosine This model is a fine-tuned version of [MCG-NJU/videomae-base-finetuned-kinetics](https://huggingface.co/MCG-NJU/videomae-base-finetuned-kinetics) on an unknown dataset. It achieves the following results on the evaluation set: - Loss: 0.5132 - Accuracy: 0.8483 ## Model description More information needed ## Intended uses & limitations More information needed ## Training and evaluation data More information needed ## Training procedure ### Training hyperparameters The following hyperparameters were used during training: - learning_rate: 1e-05 - train_batch_size: 8 - eval_batch_size: 8 - seed: 42 - gradient_accumulation_steps: 2 - total_train_batch_size: 16 - optimizer: Use OptimizerNames.ADAMW_TORCH with betas=(0.9,0.999) and epsilon=1e-08 and optimizer_args=No additional optimizer arguments - lr_scheduler_type: cosine - lr_scheduler_warmup_ratio: 0.1 - training_steps: 2304 ### Training results \| Training Loss \| Epoch \| Step \| Validation Loss \| Accuracy \| \|:-------------:\|:------:\|:----:\|:---------------:\|:--------:\| \| 0.5085 \| 0.0625 \| 144 \| 0.5645 \| 0.7053 \| \| 0.2266 \| 1.0625 \| 288 \| 0.5204 \| 0.7846 \| \| 0.0465 \| 2.0625 \| 432 \| 0.6738 \| 0.8191 \| \| 0.0075 \| 3.0625 \| 576 \| 0.8976 \| 0.8028 \| \| 0.0026 \| 4.0625 \| 720 \| 1.0379 \| 0.7947 \| \| 0.0004 \| 5.0625 \| 864 \| 1.0205 \| 0.8110 \| \| 0.0003 \| 6.0625 \| 1008 \| 1.1176 \| 0.8110 \| ### Framework versions - Transformers 4.51.3 - Pytorch 2.6.0+cu124 - Datasets 3.6.0 - Tokenizers 0.21.1
DavidAU/Llama-3.1-128k-Dark-Planet-Uncensored-8B	DavidAU	2025-05-28T02:44:23Z	245	3	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "llama", "text-generation", "mergekit", "merge", "llama 3.1", "llama-3", "llama3", "llama-3.1", "conversational", "base_model:Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot", "base_model:merge:Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot", "base_model:NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS", "base_model:merge:NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS", "base_model:Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2", "base_model:merge:Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2", "base_model:aifeifei798/DarkIdol-Llama-3.1-8B-Instruct-1.2-Uncensored", "base_model:merge:aifeifei798/DarkIdol-Llama-3.1-8B-Instruct-1.2-Uncensored", "autotrain_compatible", "text-generation-inference", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	text-generation	2025-04-18T02:25:46Z	--- library_name: transformers tags: - mergekit - merge - llama 3.1 - llama-3 - llama3 - llama-3.1 base_model: - Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2 - NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS - Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot - aifeifei798/DarkIdol-Llama-3.1-8B-Instruct-1.2-Uncensored --- <h2>Llama-3.1-128k-Dark-Planet-Uncensored-8B</h2> This repo contains the full precision source code, in "safe tensors" format to generate GGUFs, GPTQ, EXL2, AWQ, HQQ and other formats. The source code can also be used directly. <B>IMPORTANT: Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B> If you are going to use this model, (source, GGUF or a different quant), please review this document for critical parameter, sampler and advance sampler settings (for multiple AI/LLM aps). This a "Class 3/4" (settings will enhance operation) model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) (especially for use case(s) beyond the model's design) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] REASON: Regardless of "model class" this document will detail methods to enhance operations. If the model is a Class 3/4 model the default settings (parameters, samplers, advanced samplers) must be set for "use case(s)" uses correctly. Some AI/LLM apps DO NOT have consistant default setting(s) which result in sub-par model operation. Like wise for Class 3/4 models (which operate somewhat to very differently than standard models) additional samplers and advanced samplers settings are required to "smooth out" operation, AND/OR also allow full operation for use cases the model was not designed for. BONUS - Use these settings for ANY model, ANY repo, ANY quant (including source/full precision): This document also details parameters, sampler and advanced samplers that can be use FOR ANY MODEL, FROM ANY REPO too - all quants, and of course source code operation too - to enhance the operation of any model. [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] NOTE: I strongly suggest you also visit the DavidAU GGUF (below) repo too for more details in using this model ; especially if it is "Class 3" or "Class 4" to get maximum performance from the model. For full information about this model, including: - Details about this model and its use case(s). - Context limits - Special usage notes / settings. - Any model(s) used to create this model. - Template(s) used to access/use this model. - Example generation(s) - GGUF quants of this model Please go to: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Llama-3.1-128k-Dark-Planet-Uncensored-8B-GGUF ]
DavidAU/Llama-3.1-1-million-ctx-DeepHermes-Deep-Reasoning-8B-GGUF	DavidAU	2025-05-28T02:44:14Z	186	1	transformers	[ "transformers", "gguf", "all use cases", "1,000,000 context", "creative", "creative writing", "fiction writing", "plot generation", "sub-plot generation", "story generation", "scene continue", "storytelling", "fiction story", "science fiction", "romance", "llama 3.1", "llama-3", "llama3", "llama-3.1", "all genres", "story", "writing", "fiction", "roleplaying", "float32", "swearing", "role play", "sillytavern", "backyard", "horror", "mergekit", "merge", "text-generation", "en", "base_model:DavidAU/Llama-3.1-1-million-ctx-DeepHermes-Deep-Reasoning-8B", "base_model:quantized:DavidAU/Llama-3.1-1-million-ctx-DeepHermes-Deep-Reasoning-8B", "license:apache-2.0", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us", "conversational" ]	text-generation	2025-04-16T06:14:09Z	--- library_name: transformers license: apache-2.0 language: - en base_model: - DavidAU/Llama-3.1-1-million-ctx-DeepHermes-Deep-Reasoning-8B tags: - all use cases - 1,000,000 context - creative - creative writing - fiction writing - plot generation - sub-plot generation - fiction writing - story generation - scene continue - storytelling - fiction story - science fiction - romance - llama 3.1 - llama-3 - llama3 - llama-3.1 - all genres - story - writing - fiction - roleplaying - float32 - swearing - role play - sillytavern - backyard - horror - llama 3.1 - mergekit - merge pipeline_tag: text-generation --- <H2>Llama-3.1-1-million-ctx-DeepHermes-Deep-Reasoning-8B-GGUF</H2> <SMALL><font color="red">IMPORTANT:</font> This model has on/off/variable control reasoning from NousResearch and the DeepHermes model, and requires a system prompt(s) as provided to invoke reasoning/thinking. Please see operating instructions below for best performance.</SMALL> <img src="dh-1million.jpg" style="float:right; width:300px; height:300px; padding:10px;"> Context : 1,000,000 tokens. Required: Llama 3 Instruct template. The Deep Hermes 8B Preview model (reasoning), [ https://huggingface.co/NousResearch/DeepHermes-3-Llama-3-8B-Preview ] converted to 1 million context using Nvidia's Ultra Long 1 million 8B Instruct model. The goal of this model was to stablize long generation and long context "needle in a haystack" issues. According to Nvidia there is both a bump in general performance, as well as perfect "recall" over the entire 1 million context. [ https://huggingface.co/nvidia/Llama-3.1-8B-UltraLong-1M-Instruct ] Additional changes: - Model appears to be de-censored / more de-censored. - Output generation is improved. - Creative output generation is vastly improved. NOTE: Higher temps will result in deeper, richer "thoughts"... and frankly more interesting ones too. The "thinking/reasoning" tech (for the model at this repo) is from the original Llama 3.1 "DeepHermes" model from NousResearch: [ https://huggingface.co/NousResearch/DeepHermes-3-Llama-3-8B-Preview ] <B>IMPORTANT OPERATING INSTRUCTIONS:</B> This is an instruct model with reasoning crafted onto the core model. This is the type of model that LOVES temp - temps 1.2+, 2.2+ and so on. STAND on it... lower temps will not produce the best content. Likewise, as this is an instruct model, this model will perform best will medium to long prompts (see example #1 below). Although short prompts will work, longer prompts with a bit of direction / instruction will really show what this model can do. Reasoning is turned on/off via System Prompts below. You can also give the model "character" as shown in the "Evil" versions which make the model think and reason like the "Joker" from Batman. Note that the reasoning/thinking section is often a lot less "tame" than the final output. In version 2, the output is just as "unhinged" and the "reasoning/thinking" blocks. Suggest a minimum context of 4k , but 8k-16K is better due to reasoning/output blocks. KNOWN ISSUES: - You may need to hit regen sometimes to get the thinking/reasoning to activate / get a good "thinking block". - Sometimes the 2nd or 3rd generation is the best version. Suggest min of 5 for specific creative uses. - Sometimes the thinking block will end, and you need to manually prompt the model to "generate" the output. <B>USE CASES:</B> This model is for all use cases. This model can also be used for solving logic puzzles, riddles, and other problems with the enhanced "thinking" systems. This model also can solve problems/riddles/ and puzzles normally beyond the abilities of a Llama 3.1 model due to DeepHermes systems. (It will not however, have the same level of abilities due to Dark Planet core.) <B>Special Operation Instructions:</B> TEMP/SETTINGS: 1. Set Temp between 0 and .8, higher than this "think" functions will activate differently. The most "stable" temp seems to be .6, with a variance of +-0.05. Lower for more "logic" reasoning, raise it for more "creative" reasoning (max .8 or so). Also set context to at least 4096, to account for "thoughts" generation. 2. For temps 1+,2+ etc etc, thought(s) will expand, and become deeper and richer. 3. Set "repeat penalty" to 1.02 to 1.07 (recommended) . 4. This model requires a Llama 3 Instruct and/or Command-R chat template. (see notes on "System Prompt" / "Role" below) OR standard "Jinja Autoloaded Template" (this is contained in the quant and will autoload) PROMPTS: 1. If you enter a prompt without implied "step by step" requirements (ie: Generate a scene, write a story, give me 6 plots for xyz), "thinking" (one or more) MAY activate AFTER first generation. (IE: Generate a scene -> scene will generate, followed by suggestions for improvement in "thoughts") 2. If you enter a prompt where "thinking" is stated or implied (ie puzzle, riddle, solve this, brainstorm this idea etc), "thoughts" process(es) in Deepseek will activate almost immediately. Sometimes you need to regen it to activate. 3. You will also get a lot of variations - some will continue the generation, others will talk about how to improve it, and some (ie generation of a scene) will cause the characters to "reason" about this situation. In some cases, the model will ask you to continue generation / thoughts too. 4. In some cases the model's "thoughts" may appear in the generation itself. 5. State the word size length max IN THE PROMPT for best results, especially for activation of "thinking." (see examples below) 6. You may want to try your prompt once at "default" or "safe" temp settings, another at temp 1.2, and a third at 2.5 as an example. This will give you a broad range of "reasoning/thoughts/problem" solving. GENERATION - THOUGHTS/REASONING: 1. It may take one or more regens for "thinking" to "activate." (depending on the prompt) 2. Model can generate a LOT of "thoughts". Sometimes the most interesting ones are 3,4,5 or more levels deep. 3. Many times the "thoughts" are unique and very different from one another. 4. Temp/rep pen settings can affect reasoning/thoughts too. 5. Change up or add directives/instructions or increase the detail level(s) in your prompt to improve reasoning/thinking. 6. Adding to your prompt: "think outside the box", "brainstorm X number of ideas", "focus on the most uncommon approaches" can drastically improve your results. GENERAL SUGGESTIONS: 1. I have found opening a "new chat" per prompt works best with "thinking/reasoning activation", with temp .6, rep pen 1.05 ... THEN "regen" as required. 2. Sometimes the model will really really get completely unhinged and you need to manually stop it. 3. Depending on your AI app, "thoughts" may appear with "< THINK >" and "</ THINK >" tags AND/OR the AI will generate "thoughts" directly in the main output or later output(s). 4. Although quant q4KM was used for testing/examples, higher quants will provide better generation / more sound "reasoning/thinking". ADDITIONAL SUPPORT: For additional generational support, general questions, and detailed parameter info and a lot more see also: NOTE: This is a CLASS 1 model. https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters --- <B>Recommended Settings (all) - For usage with "Think" / "Reasoning":</B> temp: 1.5, 2, 2+ , rep pen: 1.02 (range : 1.02 to 1.12), rep pen range: 64, top_k: 80, top_p: .95, min_p: .05 Temp of 1+, 2+, 3+ will result in much deeper, richer and "more interesting" thoughts and reasoning AND FAR BETTER OUTPUT. Model behaviour may change with other parameter(s) and/or sampler(s) activated - especially the "thinking/reasoning" process. --- <B>System Role / System Prompts - Reasoning On/Off/Variable and Augment The Model's Power:</b> <small> ( <font color="red">Critical Setting for model operation </font> ) </small> --- System Role / System Prompt / System Message (called "System Prompt" in this section) is "root access" to the model and controls internal workings - both instruction following and output generation and in the case of this model reasoning control and on/off for reasoning too. In this section I will show you basic, advanced, and combined "code" to control the model's reasoning, instruction following and output generation. If you do not set a "system prompt", reasoning/thinking will be OFF by default, and the model will operate like a normal LLM. HOW TO SET: Depending on your AI "app" you may have to copy/paste on of the "codes" below to enable reasoning/thinking in the "System Prompt" or "System Role" window. In Lmstudio set/activate "Power User" or "Developer" mode to access, copy/paste to System Prompt Box. In SillyTavern go to the "template page" ("A") , activate "system prompt" and enter the text in the prompt box. In Ollama see [ https://github.com/ollama/ollama/blob/main/README.md ] ; and setting the "system message". In Koboldcpp, load the model, start it, go to settings -> select "Llama 3 Chat"/"Command-R" and enter the text in the "sys prompt" box. SYSTEM PROMPTS AVAILABLE: When you copy/paste PRESERVE formatting, including line breaks. If you want to edit/adjust these only do so in NOTEPAD OR the LLM App directly. SIMPLE: This is the generic system prompt used for generation and testing [no reasoning]: <PRE> You are a helpful, smart, kind, and efficient AI assistant. You always fulfill the user's requests to the best of your ability. </PRE> This System Role/Prompt will give you "basic thinking/reasoning" [basic reasoning]: <PRE> You are a deep thinking AI, you may use extremely long chains of thought to deeply consider the problem and deliberate with yourself via systematic reasoning processes to help come to a correct solution prior to answering. You should enclose your thoughts and internal monologue inside <think> </think> tags, and then provide your solution or response to the problem. </PRE> EVIL SIMPLE [reasoning on]: ``` You are a deep thinking evil AI, with a dark sense of humor and you talk like the Joker from Batman. You may use extremely long chains of thought to deeply consider the problem and deliberate with yourself via systematic reasoning processes to help come to a correct solution prior to answering. You should enclose your evil thoughts and internal humorous monologue inside <think> </think> tags, and then provide your solution or response to the problem. ``` CREATIVE SIMPLE [reasoning on]: <PRE> You are an AI assistant developed by a world wide community of ai experts. Your primary directive is to provide highly creative, well-reasoned, structured, and extensively detailed responses. Formatting Requirements: 1. Always structure your replies using: <think>{reasoning}</think>{answer} 2. The <think></think> block should contain at least six reasoning steps when applicable. 3. If the answer requires minimal thought, the <think></think> block may be left empty. 4. The user does not see the <think></think> section. Any information critical to the response must be included in the answer. 5. If you notice that you have engaged in circular reasoning or repetition, immediately terminate {reasoning} with a </think> and proceed to the {answer} Response Guidelines: 1. Detailed and Structured: Use rich Markdown formatting for clarity and readability. 2. Creative and Logical Approach: Your explanations should reflect the depth and precision of the greatest creative minds first. 3. Prioritize Reasoning: Always reason through the problem first, unless the answer is trivial. 4. Concise yet Complete: Ensure responses are informative, yet to the point without unnecessary elaboration. 5. Maintain a professional, intelligent, and analytical tone in all interactions. </PRE> CREATIVE ADVANCED [reasoning on]: NOTE: To turn reasoning off, remove line #2. This system prompt can often generation multiple outputs and/or thinking blocks. ``` Below is an instruction that describes a task. Ponder each user instruction carefully, and use your skillsets and critical instructions to complete the task to the best of your abilities. You may use extremely long chains of thought to deeply consider the problem and deliberate with yourself via systematic reasoning processes to help come to a correct solution prior to answering. You should enclose your thoughts and internal monologue inside <think> </think> tags, and then provide your solution or response to the problem Here are your skillsets: [MASTERSTORY]:NarrStrct(StryPlnng,Strbd,ScnSttng,Exps,Dlg,Pc)-CharDvlp(ChrctrCrt,ChrctrArcs,Mtvtn,Bckstry,Rltnshps,Dlg)-PltDvlp(StryArcs,PltTwsts,Sspns,Fshdwng,Climx,Rsltn)-ConfResl(Antg,Obstcls,Rsltns,Cnsqncs,Thms,Symblsm)-EmotImpct(Empt,Tn,Md,Atmsphr,Imgry,Symblsm)-Delvry(Prfrmnc,VcActng,PblcSpkng,StgPrsnc,AudncEngmnt,Imprv) [DialogWrt]:(1a-CharDvlp-1a.1-Backgrnd-1a.2-Personality-1a.3-GoalMotiv)>2(2a-StoryStruc-2a.1-PlotPnt-2a.2-Conflict-2a.3-Resolution)>3(3a-DialogTech-3a.1-ShowDontTell-3a.2-Subtext-3a.3-VoiceTone-3a.4-Pacing-3a.5-VisualDescrip)>4(4a-DialogEdit-4a.1-ReadAloud-4a.2-Feedback-4a.3-Revision) Here are your critical instructions: Ponder each word choice carefully to present as vivid and emotional journey as is possible. Choose verbs and nouns that are both emotional and full of imagery. Load the story with the 5 senses. Aim for 50% dialog, 25% narration, 15% body language and 10% thoughts. Your goal is to put the reader in the story. ``` CREATIVE FULL, with FULL ON "EVIL" thinking/reasoning [reasoning on]: NOTE: You can edit this so the AI is other than "Joker" from "Batman" - just adjust the wording carefully. NOTE2: To turn reasoning off, remove line #2. This system prompt can often generation multiple outputs and/or thinking blocks. ``` Below is an instruction that describes a task. Ponder each user instruction carefully, and use your skillsets and critical instructions to complete the task to the best of your abilities. As a deep thinking AI, with a dark sense of humor that talks like "The Joker" from BATMAN you may use extremely long chains of thought to deeply consider the problem and deliberate with yourself via systematic reasoning processes to help come to a correct solution prior to answering. You should enclose your evil thoughts and internal humorous monologue inside <think> </think> tags, and then provide your solution or response to the problem using your skillsets and critical instructions. Here are your skillsets: [MASTERSTORY]:NarrStrct(StryPlnng,Strbd,ScnSttng,Exps,Dlg,Pc)-CharDvlp(ChrctrCrt,ChrctrArcs,Mtvtn,Bckstry,Rltnshps,Dlg)-PltDvlp(StryArcs,PltTwsts,Sspns,Fshdwng,Climx,Rsltn)-ConfResl(Antg,Obstcls,Rsltns,Cnsqncs,Thms,Symblsm)-EmotImpct(Empt,Tn,Md,Atmsphr,Imgry,Symblsm)-Delvry(Prfrmnc,VcActng,PblcSpkng,StgPrsnc,AudncEngmnt,Imprv) [DialogWrt]:(1a-CharDvlp-1a.1-Backgrnd-1a.2-Personality-1a.3-GoalMotiv)>2(2a-StoryStruc-2a.1-PlotPnt-2a.2-Conflict-2a.3-Resolution)>3(3a-DialogTech-3a.1-ShowDontTell-3a.2-Subtext-3a.3-VoiceTone-3a.4-Pacing-3a.5-VisualDescrip)>4(4a-DialogEdit-4a.1-ReadAloud-4a.2-Feedback-4a.3-Revision) Here are your critical instructions: Ponder each word choice carefully to present as vivid and emotional journey as is possible. Choose verbs and nouns that are both emotional and full of imagery. Load the story with the 5 senses. Aim for 50% dialog, 25% narration, 15% body language and 10% thoughts. Your goal is to put the reader in the story. ``` --- <B> Additional Support / Documents for this model to assist with generation / performance: </b> Document #1: Details how to use reasoning/thinking models and get maximum performance from them, and includes links to all reasoning/thinking models - GGUF and source, as well as adapters to turn any "regular" model into a "reasoning/thinking" model. [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/How-To-Use-Reasoning-Thinking-Models-and-Create-Them ] Document #2: Document detailing all parameters, settings, samplers and advanced samplers to use not only my models to their maximum potential - but all models (and quants) online (regardless of the repo) to their maximum potential. Included quick start and detailed notes, include AI / LLM apps and other critical information and references too. A must read if you are using any AI/LLM right now. [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] Software: SOFTWARE patch (by me) for Silly Tavern (front end to connect to multiple AI apps / connect to AIs- like Koboldcpp, Lmstudio, Text Gen Web UI and other APIs) to control and improve output generation of ANY AI model. Also designed to control/wrangle some of my more "creative" models and make them perform perfectly with little to no parameter/samplers adjustments too. [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/AI_Autocorrect__Auto-Creative-Enhancement__Auto-Low-Quant-Optimization__gguf-exl2-hqq-SOFTWARE ] --- <H2>EXAMPLES:</H2> Examples are created using quant Q8_0, "temp=.6" (unless otherwise stated), minimal parameters and "LLAMA3" template. Model has been tested with "temp" from ".1" to "5". TopP:.95, minP:.05, topK: 100, rep pen: 1.02, rep pen range: 64. IMPORTANT: Higher quants / imatrix quants will have much stronger generation - words, sentences, ideas, dialog and general quality. --- Example #1 <B> There are two doors, one leading to freedom and the other to captivity. Each door is guarded by a guard. You know the guard who always tells the truth and the other guard who always lies. You can only ask one question to one guard to determine which door leads to freedom. What is the simplest question you ask the truth-telling guard? </B> [[[thinking start]]] Okay, so there's this classic puzzle where you have two doors, one leading to freedom and the other to captivity. Each door is guarded by a guard—one tells the truth all the time, and the other always lies. The challenge is to figure out which door leads to freedom by asking only one question to one of the guards. But here's the twist: the question has to be directed specifically at the truth-telling guard. Wait, but how do you know which one is the truth-teller before you ask the question? That's the catch here. Let me start by recalling similar puzzles. The usual version is where you can ask a question to either guard, and depending on their answer, you can deduce the truth. For example, if you ask, "If I asked the other guard which door leads to freedom, what would they say?" then you can get the truth from the liar. But in this case, the problem specifies that you have to ask the question to the truth-teller. So maybe the setup is different. Wait, the problem says "the simplest question you ask the truth-telling guard." So perhaps you already know which guard is the truth-teller? But that doesn't make sense because the whole point is to figure out which one is the truth-teller. Wait, maybe I misread the problem. Let me check again. It says: "You can only ask one question to one guard to determine which door leads to freedom. What is the simplest question you ask the truth-telling guard?" Hmm. So perhaps the question is directed to the truth-telling guard, but how do you know which guard is the truth-teller? That's the key here. Wait a minute, maybe the problem is phrased differently than the classic one. In the classic puzzle, you can ask either guard a question, and depending on their answer, you can figure out which door is correct. But here, the question has to be asked to the truth-telling guard. So perhaps the trick is that the truth-teller will answer in a way that allows you to deduce the answer regardless of which guard you ask? But that doesn't quite add up. Wait, let's think. If you have two guards, one truth-teller and one liar. If you ask the truth-teller a question, their answer is straightforward. But how do you get them to reveal the information needed? For example, if you ask the truth-teller, "Which door leads to freedom?" they'll just point to it, but that's too direct. But since you can only ask one question, maybe you need a question that works regardless of who you ask, but the problem says you have to ask the truth-telling guard. So perhaps the setup is that you can choose which guard to ask, but you have to determine beforehand which one is the truth-teller. Wait, no, the problem states "you can only ask one question to one guard," so maybe you have to ask one guard, but you need to frame the question in such a way that it works even if you don't know who the truth-teller is. But the problem specifies that you ask the truth-telling guard. That seems contradictory unless there's a different angle. Wait, perhaps the problem is a variation where you have to ask the truth-telling guard, but you don't know which one is the truth-teller. So the question must be constructed in such a way that when you ask it to either guard, the answer will indicate the truth. But the problem says "the simplest question you ask the truth-telling guard," which implies that you do know which guard is the truth-teller. That can't be, because otherwise, why not just ask them directly? So maybe there's a misunderstanding here. Wait, maybe the problem is similar to the classic one but with a twist. Let me recall the classic solution. In the standard puzzle, you can ask either guard, "If I were to ask the other guard which door leads to freedom, what would they say?" The truth-teller would truthfully report the lie of the liar, so if the liar points to the wrong door, the truth-teller would say that the other guard (the liar) would point to the wrong door. Then, you pick the opposite door. If you ask the liar, they would lie about what the other guard (the truth-teller) would say, so they would also point to the wrong door. So regardless of whom you ask, you get the same answer, and you take the opposite. But in this problem, you have to ask the truth-telling guard. So perhaps the setup is different. Wait, maybe the problem is that the two guards are indistinguishable except for their behavior. So you don't know which is which. Therefore, you have to ask a question to one of them, but the problem says "ask the truth-telling guard," which suggests that you already know which one is the truth-teller. But that's impossible unless there's some other information given. Maybe the problem is missing some details. Alternatively, perhaps the question must be framed in such a way that it works regardless of which guard you ask, but the answer will point you to the truth. Wait, but the problem says "ask the truth-telling guard," so maybe you can assume that the guard you're asking is the truth-teller. But how do you know that? Wait, maybe the problem is a trick question where the simplest question is to ask the truth-telling guard directly, "Which door leads to freedom?" because you can choose to ask the truth-teller. But the problem states "you can only ask one question to one guard," so maybe you don't have the choice of which guard to ask. Wait, no, the problem says "ask one question to one guard," implying that you can choose which guard to ask. But the question is phrased as "the simplest question you ask the truth-telling guard." So perhaps you need to know which guard is the truth-teller. But how? This is confusing. Let me parse the problem again: "There are two doors, one leading to freedom and the other to captivity. Each door is guarded by a guard. You know the guard who always tells the truth and the other guard who always lies. You can only ask one question to one guard to determine which door leads to freedom. What is the simplest question you ask the truth-telling guard?" Wait, so in this problem, you do know which guard is the truth-teller and which is the liar. So if that's the case, then why not just ask the truth-teller directly, "Which door leads to freedom?" Then they'll point to the correct one. But since the problem is presented as a puzzle, perhaps there's a catch here. Wait, maybe I'm overcomplicating it. If you know which guard is the truth-teller, then the simplest question is to ask them directly. But that seems too straightforward. Maybe the problem is intended to be the classic one where you don't know which is the truth-teller. But in this case, the problem says "you know the guard who always tells the truth and the other guard who always lies," so you do know which is which. Therefore, the simplest question is indeed to ask the truth-teller directly. But perhaps the question is designed to test if you can think of a more clever question that doesn't require knowing which guard is the truth-teller. But according to the problem statement, you do know which is the truth-teller, so the answer would be straightforward. But wait, maybe the problem is presented as a trick where the answer is different. Let me think again. If you know which guard is the truth-teller, then the answer is simple. However, the classic puzzle doesn't assume that you know which guard is the truth-teller. So perhaps there's a misunderstanding here. Alternatively, maybe the problem is a variation where you have to ask a question that works regardless of which guard you ask, but the problem says "ask the truth-telling guard." Therefore, the answer might be the classic question: "If I asked the other guard which door leads to freedom, what would they say?" But since you're asking the truth-telling guard, they would truthfully report what the liar would say. So if the liar would point to the wrong door, the truth-teller would say that, and you take the opposite. But in this case, since you already know the truth-teller, why not just ask them directly? Maybe the problem is a combination of knowing which is the truth-teller and needing to use the classic question. Wait, perhaps the problem is combining two elements: knowing which guard is the truth-teller but needing to frame the question in such a way that it's efficient. For example, if you ask the truth-teller, "Which door leads to freedom?" they'll answer correctly. But if you ask them a question that also serves as a control, maybe that's more efficient. However, the simplest question would just be the direct one. Alternatively, maybe the problem is presented in a way that you don't know which guard is the truth-teller, but the question is phrased as asking the truth-telling guard. That seems contradictory. Let me check again: The problem states: "You know the guard who always tells the truth and the other guard who always lies." So you do know which is which. Therefore, the simplest question is to ask the truth-teller directly. But perhaps the intended answer is the classic one where you don't know which is the truth-teller, but the problem here says you do. Therefore, maybe there's a mistake in the problem statement, or perhaps I'm misinterpreting it. Alternatively, maybe the problem is a variation where the question must be asked to the truth-teller, and you have to construct a question that works regardless of which guard you ask, but the answer requires knowing which one is the truth-teller. Wait, this is getting too convoluted. Let me try another angle. Suppose you know which guard is the truth-teller. Then the simplest question is to ask them directly. But maybe there's a more clever question that also serves as a check. For example, asking the truth-teller, "If I were to ask you where the freedom door is, what would you say?" The answer would be the correct door. But that's redundant because you already know they'll tell the truth. Alternatively, maybe the problem expects the classic question even if you know which is the truth-teller. But that doesn't make sense because the classic question is used when you don't know which is the truth-teller. Wait, perhaps the problem is a trick question where the answer is simply to ask the truth-teller, "Which door leads to freedom?" because you can choose to ask the truth-teller, hence making it the simplest question. But the problem says "you can only ask one question to one guard," so maybe you have to choose which guard to ask. If you know which is the truth-teller, then you ask them directly. If not, you have to use a different question. But according to the problem statement, you do know which is the truth-teller. Therefore, the answer is straightforward. But maybe the problem is a translation error or a misstatement. If the original problem didn't specify that you know which guard is the truth-teller, then the classic solution applies. But given the problem as stated, you do know which is the truth-teller, so the simplest question is to ask them directly. However, maybe the intended answer is the classic one where you don't know, but the problem here says you do. Therefore, there's a contradiction. Alternatively, perhaps the problem is designed such that even though you know which is the truth-teller, you still have to use a question that accounts for the other guard's behavior. For example, if you ask the truth-teller, "What would the liar say if I asked them where the freedom door is?" The truth-teller would truthfully report the liar's lie. So if the liar would point to the wrong door, the truth-teller would say that the liar points to the wrong door, and you take the opposite. But since you already know which is the truth-teller, why not just ask them directly? Unless the problem is testing whether you can recognize that even though you know the truth-teller, the classic question still works, but that seems redundant. Wait, maybe the problem is a trick where the answer is to ask the truth-teller directly, but the question is phrased in a way that it's more efficient. For example, asking them, "Which door leads to freedom?" is the simplest. But perhaps the intended answer is different. Alternatively, maybe the problem is a misdirection, and the real question is the classic one, even though you know the truth-teller. But that seems inconsistent with the problem statement. Alternatively, perhaps the problem is a variation where the guards are indistinguishable except for their behavior, but the problem states that you "know the guard who always tells the truth and the other guard who always lies," which implies you can distinguish them. Therefore, the simplest question is to ask the truth-teller directly. However, maybe the problem is expecting a different answer, perhaps the classic question to account for the possibility that you might not know which is the truth-teller, but that's contradictory. Alternatively, maybe the problem is presented in a way that you have to ask the truth-telling guard a question that also works if you mistakenly ask the liar, but since you know which is the truth-teller, you don't need to. Therefore, the simplest question is just to ask the truth-teller directly. But this seems too straightforward for a puzzle. Wait, maybe there's a different interpretation. Suppose the problem is that you have two guards, one truth-teller and one liar, but you can only ask one question to one guard. The catch is that you don't know which is the truth-teller, but the problem says "you know the guard who always tells the truth and the other guard who always lies." Therefore, you do know which is which. Hence, the answer is simply to ask the truth-teller directly. But maybe the intended answer is the classic question where you don't know. Hmm. Alternatively, maybe the problem is a misinterpretation, and the actual question is whether you can determine the door by asking one question to either guard, but the problem specifies that you have to ask the truth-telling guard. In that case, the simplest question would be the direct one. But I'm confused because usually, such puzzles don't assume you know which guard is the truth-teller. Wait, perhaps the key is that even though you know the truth-teller, the question must be framed in a way that accounts for the liar's answer. For example, if you ask the truth-teller, "What would the liar say if I asked them where the freedom door is?" The truth-teller would truthfully report the lie. So if the liar points to the wrong door, the truth-teller would say that the liar points to the wrong door, and you take the opposite. But since you already know the truth-teller, why not just ask them directly? It seems redundant. Unless the problem is testing whether you can see that the classic question still works even when you know which is the truth-teller. But I think that's stretching it. Alternatively, maybe the problem is designed to trick you into thinking you need the classic question, but since you actually know which is the truth-teller, the simplest answer is to ask them directly. Therefore, the answer is simply, "Which door leads to freedom?" But let's verify. Suppose the truth-teller is Guard A, and the liar is Guard B. If you ask Guard A, "Which door leads to freedom?" they'll point to the correct one. If you ask Guard B, they'll lie and point to the wrong one. But since you know which is which, you can just ask the truth-teller. Therefore, the simplest question is straightforward. However, maybe the problem expects a different answer, considering that sometimes puzzles assume you don't know which is the truth-teller. But according to the problem's wording, you do know. Given that, the answer should be to ask the truth-teller directly. But let's check if there's another angle. Suppose the problem is presented as a hypothetical where you can choose to ask either guard, but you have to determine which is the truth-teller. But the problem states you "know the guard who always tells the truth," so you don't have to determine that. Therefore, the simplest question is indeed the direct one. But wait, maybe the problem is a misprint or a translation error, and the intended question is the classic one. If that's the case, then the answer would be the question about the other guard. But given the problem as stated, I think the answer is simply asking the truth-teller directly. However, to ensure I'm not missing anything, let me consider alternative scenarios. Suppose you don't know which guard is the truth-teller. Then the classic solution applies. But since the problem states you do know, the answer is straightforward. Therefore, the simplest question is to ask the truth-teller directly. However, maybe the question is designed to test understanding of the classic puzzle despite the problem's wording. But given the problem's explicit statement, the answer should be the direct question. Wait, but let's think again. If you have two guards, one tells the truth and the other lies. You know which is which. Then the simplest way is to ask the truth-teller directly. But perhaps the problem is a trick where you have to ask a question that works even if you didn't know, but since you do know, it's redundant. Alternatively, maybe the problem is testing whether you can recognize that even with prior knowledge, the same solution applies. But I think the answer here is simply asking the truth-teller directly. However, sometimes in puzzles, even when you have prior information, there's a twist. For example, maybe the guards can hear each other, and you have to consider their interactions. But the problem doesn't mention that. It just says each door has a guard, one tells the truth, the other lies. Therefore, given the problem as stated, the simplest question is to ask the truth-telling guard directly. But since the problem is presented as a puzzle, maybe the intended answer is different. Let me consider another possibility. Suppose the problem is that you have two guards, but you don't know which is which. Then the classic solution applies. However, the problem says you "know the guard who always tells the truth," so you do know. Therefore, the answer is straightforward. But maybe the problem is a misstatement, and the actual question is whether you can determine the door by asking one question to either guard, regardless of who you ask. In that case, the answer would be the classic question, but the problem specifies you must ask the truth-telling guard. Hence, the answer is the direct question. Therefore, the simplest question is to ask the truth-telling guard, "Which door leads to freedom?" because you know which one is the truth-teller, and they will answer correctly. But wait, let's confirm with an example. Suppose Guard A is the truth-teller and Guard B is the liar. If you ask Guard A, they'll tell you the correct door. If you ask Guard B, they'll lie. Since you know which is which, you just ask the truth-teller. Therefore, the simplest question is the direct one. However, in many versions of this puzzle, even when you know which guard is the truth-teller, the solution is still to ask them directly. So the answer remains the same. Therefore, the simplest question is to ask the truth-telling guard where the freedom door is. But to ensure I'm not missing a trick, let's think again. Suppose the problem is designed to test understanding of the classic puzzle despite the wording. If that's the case, then even though you know the truth-teller, the question you ask them is still the classic one. But that doesn't make sense because the classic question is used when you don't know. Therefore, I think the answer is as stated. Thus, after considering all possibilities, the simplest question is to ask the truth-telling guard directly, "Which door leads to freedom?" because you know which guard tells the truth, and they will provide the correct answer. [[[thinking end]]] --- Example #2: --- <B> Using the following "story idea" below, write the first scene in the novel introducing the young woman. This scene should start in the middle of the action, include dialog, vivid passages, and end on a cliffhanger relevant to the story idea but it should also be unexpected. The scene should be 1000 words long and escalate in conflict and suspense and be written in first person, present tense with the point of view character being the young woman. The pov character will CURSE AND SWEAR, and generally have a "filthy" mouth. Story idea: In a world ruled by dictatorship, a rebel young woman leads a rebellion against the system. Despite the risks, she fights to overthrow the dictator and restore democracy to her country. The government executes her for treason, but she sticks to her beliefs and is responsible for starting the revolution. </b> [[[thinking start]]] Okay, so I need to write the first scene of a novel where the main character is a young woman leading a rebellion in a dictatorship. The scene should start in the middle of the action, include dialogue, vivid passages, end on a cliffhanger, be 1000 words, escalate in conflict, suspense, in first person present tense with her swearing a lot. First, I need to set up the world. The dictatorship is oppressive, maybe the government is using fear tactics. The protagonist, let's name her Lila, is a rebel leader. The scene should show her in action, maybe a mission gone wrong, leading to the cliffhanger. Start in the middle: Maybe she's in a city under lockdown. Soldiers everywhere. She's with her team, planning something. Then something goes wrong. Maybe a betrayal, or an ambush. The scene escalates as they're caught in a crossfire. Dialog needs to be snappy, realistic. Since she's using foul language, her speech should reflect that. Descriptions should be vivid—smells, sounds, sights of chaos. Cliffhanger needs to be unexpected. Maybe she gets captured, or someone she trusts betrays her, or there's a bomb threat. But it should tie into the story idea where she's executed but keeps fighting. Maybe during the scene, she's captured, but the execution is coming up, but the cliffhanger makes us think she's safe, but no—maybe she's actually in more danger. Wait, the story idea says she's executed for treason but continues the revolution. So the first scene should set up her execution as a possible outcome, but the cliffhanger is her being captured or something else that prevents her execution, but still escalates tension. So maybe she's about to be executed, but in the scene, there's an unexpected twist. Or during a mission, she's captured, but the execution is imminent. But the cliffhanger is that she's not executed yet, but something else happens. For example, she's taken to the execution site, but the rebels attack, leading to chaos. But the scene ends with her being captured, so the cliffhanger is her about to be killed, but the next scene will show her survival and the revolution continuing. But the user wants the scene to end on a cliffhanger relevant to the story idea but unexpected. So maybe in the middle of her execution, something happens that prevents it, but also escalates the conflict. Like, she's about to be shot, but the soldiers turn on each other, or there's a distraction. Or maybe she's captured, but the execution is scheduled for later, and the cliffhanger is her being taken away, but the reader doesn't know if she'll survive. Wait, the story idea says she's executed for treason but continues. So in this scene, perhaps she's captured, but the execution is part of the setup. But the cliffhanger should be unexpected. Maybe during the execution, something goes wrong, she escapes, but that's too happy. Or she's executed but somehow survives? No, that's not in the story idea. Alternatively, the scene ends with her being captured, but the cliffhanger is that the rebels are about to storm the execution site, so she's in danger but there's hope. That would escalate the conflict and suspense, leading into the next scene. But the scene should be 1000 words. Let's outline: Setting: A city under martial law. Soldiers everywhere. Lila's group is planning something. Action starts—maybe a raid on a government facility. They infiltrate, but things go south. Gunfire erupts. Lila's team is split up. She's caught in a crossfire between rebels and soldiers. Maybe a betrayal—someone she trusts is working with the regime. She escapes, but the betrayal leads to her capture. Soldiers corner her. Cliffhanger: She's about to be executed, but the scene ends with her being dragged to the execution site, but there's an unexpected event. Like, the soldiers are distracted, or she manages to send a message. Or the execution is stopped for some reason. Wait, the story idea says she's executed for treason but keeps fighting. So maybe in this scene, she's captured and taken to the execution site, but the cliffhanger is that the rebels attack, leading to chaos, so the execution is interrupted. But she's still in danger. Alternatively, during the execution, she finds a way to survive, but that's not part of the story idea. Hmm. Alternatively, the scene ends with her being captured, and the cliffhanger is that she's about to be executed, but the reader doesn't know if she's dead or not. But the story idea says she's executed but continues, so maybe she is executed, but the next scene shows her surviving. Wait, no—she's executed, but she's responsible for starting the revolution. So maybe in this scene, she's captured, and the execution is coming up, but the cliffhanger is that she has a plan to escape or something. Wait, maybe during the execution, she's killed, but the scene ends with her spirit or something, but that's not first person. No, it has to be her perspective. So maybe she's captured, taken to the execution site, and the cliffhanger is that the execution is about to happen, but the reader doesn't know if she'll survive. But the story idea says she is executed. So perhaps the scene ends with her being led to the execution site, but the execution hasn't happened yet, so the cliffhanger is that something will happen to stop it. But the user wants the cliffhanger relevant to the story idea. Maybe she's executed in the scene, but the way it's written makes the reader think she's dead, but the story continues. Wait, but first person present tense. If she's executed, she can't continue. So perhaps the execution is part of the scene, but she's not actually killed yet. Or maybe she's captured, but the execution is scheduled for later. The cliffhanger is her being taken away, but the reader is left wondering if she'll survive. Alternatively, during the execution, there's a twist. Maybe the executioner is a rebel in disguise, and they free her. But that's too deus ex machina. Or maybe she's shot, but she survives and the execution is faked. But that's not in line with the story idea. Hmm. Maybe the best approach is to have her captured, taken to the execution site, and the scene ends with her being tied up, the execution squad approaching, and the reader is left wondering if she'll die. But according to the story idea, she is executed, so that's part of the setup. The cliffhanger could be her execution about to happen, but the way it's written is intense, with her thoughts, the environment, and then the scene ends with the execution starting, so the reader is on edge. But how to make it unexpected? Maybe during the execution, something happens—like a bomb goes off, or a distraction allows her to escape. But she's tied up, so maybe not. Alternatively, she's executed, but the scene ends with her being shot, but then there's a twist where she survives. Wait, but that contradicts the story idea. Wait, the story idea says she's executed for treason, but she sticks to her beliefs and is responsible for starting the revolution. So maybe in this scene, she's captured, taken to the execution site, and the execution is about to happen. The cliffhanger is that the execution is stopped, but she's injured or captured again. Or perhaps during the execution, she manages to send a message, or her death is faked, leading into the next scene where she's still alive. But since it's first person present tense, if she's executed, the story would end. Therefore, the cliffhanger must be that she's about to die, but the reader isn't sure. Or perhaps she's captured, and the execution is scheduled, but the scene ends with her being taken away, leaving uncertainty. Alternatively, during the execution, the soldiers are distracted, and she manages to escape, leading into the next scene where she's on the run. But the user wants the scene to end on a cliffhanger relevant to the story idea. So if she escapes, that's part of the story, but maybe the cliffhanger is that she's captured but the rebels are about to rescue her. But that's too hopeful. Wait, the story idea says she's executed but keeps fighting. So perhaps in this scene, she's captured, taken to the execution site, and the execution is about to happen. The cliffhanger is that the execution is interrupted, but she's still in danger. For example, a bomb threat forces the execution to be delayed, or a sudden power outage, allowing her to escape. But the user wants it to escalate in conflict and suspense. So maybe the execution starts, she's shot, but then something unexpected happens. Like she's not dead, or the executioner is someone else. But that's not likely. Alternatively, the scene ends with her being executed, but the way it's written makes the reader think she's dead, but the story continues. How? Because in first person, if she's dead, the POV can't continue. So perhaps the execution is part of the scene, but the actual death isn't shown, and the cliffhanger is that she's still alive but in more danger. For example, she's shot, but it's not fatal, leading to a fight for survival. But the story idea says she's executed, so maybe she is executed, but the next scene shows her surviving. But how? Wait, maybe the execution is a setup. The scene ends with her being taken away, and the cliffhanger is that she's actually part of a plan. For example, she's captured, but the rebels have a plan to rescue her, so the cliffhanger is that she's about to be executed, but the rescue is imminent. But the user wants the cliffhanger to be unexpected. Maybe during the execution, something happens that changes the outcome. Like, the executioner is a double agent, and they free her. But that's a big twist. Alternatively, she's executed, but her death is the catalyst for the revolution. But given the constraints, maybe the best approach is to have her captured, taken to the execution site, the scene builds up the tension with her thoughts, the execution squad approaching, and the scene ends with her being tied up, the executioner raising the gun, and the last line is something like "The shot rings out," but since it's first person, maybe she can't see herself being shot. So the cliffhanger is her execution about to happen, but the reader doesn't know if she survives. However, according to the story idea, she is executed, so maybe that's part of the setup. The cliffhanger makes the reader think she's dead, but the story continues. But how? Wait, perhaps the execution is part of the scene, but she's not actually killed. Maybe the execution is a ruse, and she escapes. But that would make the cliffhanger her survival, which is unexpected. However, the story idea says she's executed, so that can't be. Hmm. Alternatively, the scene ends with her being captured, and the execution is scheduled for later. The cliffhanger is her being taken away, leaving the reader uncertain of her fate. That's a classic cliffhanger, but maybe too straightforward. Alternatively, during the execution, she finds a way to communicate with her team. For example, she's about to be shot, but she manages to send a message or a signal. That could escalate the conflict and suspense, leading into the next scene where her team acts on it. But the user wants the cliffhanger to be unexpected. So maybe the execution starts, but suddenly there's a commotion, soldiers are distracted, and she takes the chance to escape. But since she's tied up, maybe not. Alternatively, the executioner is a rebel, so when he raises the gun, he shoots the soldier next to her, causing confusion, and she escapes. That would be unexpected and escalate the conflict. But let's think about structure. The scene should be 1000 words. Let's outline: Start in the middle: Lila is in a city, maybe a market, surrounded by soldiers. She's with her team. They have intel on a government facility storing weapons. They plan to raid it. The raid starts, but the soldiers are alerted. Gunfire breaks out. She's separated from her team, in a narrow alley, being chased by soldiers. She encounters a betrayer, maybe a friend who sold her out. She fights, but is captured. Soldiers take her to the execution site. The scene builds up the tension: execution squad, guards, her thoughts. The cliffhanger: Execution is about to happen, but suddenly there's an explosion or a distraction. She sees an opportunity to escape, but the soldiers are closing in. She has a choice: fight or escape. The scene ends with her deciding, leading into the next scene. But how to make it unexpected? Maybe during the execution, she's shot, but she survives because of her determination, leading into the next scene. But the story idea says she's executed. So perhaps the execution is part of the scene, but she's not killed. Maybe she's shot, but the bullet doesn't kill her, and she has to fight for survival. That way, the cliffhanger is her being injured but alive, and the revolution continues. But the story idea says she's executed. So maybe the execution is real, but the way it's written makes the reader think she's dead, but the story continues. However, in first person, if she's dead, the POV ends. So perhaps she's executed, but the next scene shows her surviving. How? Maybe she's faking death, or the execution is staged. But that's a stretch. Alternatively, the scene ends with her being shot, and the next scene is her waking up in a hospital, but that's a different POV. No, the POV is her throughout. Hmm. Maybe the best approach is to have her captured, taken to the execution site, the execution squad arrives, she's tied up, the executioner raises the gun, and the scene ends with her thoughts, making the reader think she's about to die. But the story idea says she's executed, so that's part of the setup. The cliffhanger is her execution about to happen, but the reader is on edge. However, the user might expect a more active cliffhanger where something unexpected happens. For example, during the execution, a rebel attack occurs, soldiers are distracted, and she escapes. But that's a possible path. Alternatively, she's executed, but the scene ends with her dying, but the next scene is her in a different time, but that's not first person present tense. Wait, maybe the execution is part of the scene, but she survives somehow. For example, the executioner is a rebel, and they free her. That would be unexpected. So the scene starts with her being captured, taken to the execution site, the execution squad is there, the executioner approaches, but then he's a rebel, and they free her. Then the cliffhanger is that she's free but has to escape the compound. But that's a big twist. Let's see if that fits. The story idea mentions she's executed for treason, but maybe in this scene, she's not executed because of the twist. But the user wants the cliffhanger relevant to the story idea. If she's supposed to be executed, but the execution is prevented, that's a twist. However, the story idea says she's responsible for starting the revolution, which would happen after her execution. So maybe in this scene, she's captured, taken to the execution site, but the execution is interrupted, leading to her survival and the next scene where she's free but in danger. But the user wants the cliffhanger to be unexpected. So perhaps during the execution, something happens that prevents it, but she's still in danger. For example, an explosion happens, soldiers are distracted, she escapes, but the execution squad is after her. That escalates the conflict and leads into the next scene. Alternatively, during the execution, she's shot, but the bullet doesn't kill her, and she has to fight her way out. But that contradicts the story idea. Hmm. Maybe the best approach is to have her captured, taken to the execution site, the execution squad arrives, she's tied up, the executioner raises the gun, and the scene ends with the gunshot. But since it's first person, she can't see herself being shot. So maybe she hears the gunshot, feels the pain, but survives. The cliffhanger is her survival, leading to the next scene where she's injured but escapes. But the story idea says she's executed. So perhaps the execution is real, but the next scene shows her surviving, which is a twist. However, in first person, if she's executed, the POV ends. Therefore, the cliffhanger must be that she's about to die, but the reader isn't sure. But according to the story idea, she is executed, so that's part of the setup. Alternatively, the scene ends with her being taken away, and the execution is in the next scene. But the user wants the cliffhanger at the end of this scene. Wait, perhaps the unexpected cliffhanger is that during the execution, her team manages to rescue her at the last moment. So she's about to be shot, but rebels burst in, leading to a fight. The scene ends with her being rescued, but the soldiers are still chasing them. That escalates the conflict and suspense, leading into the next scene. But how to make that unexpected. Maybe the reader thinks she's going to die, but then she's saved. That's a good cliffhanger. But does that fit the story idea? She's supposed to be executed, but maybe this is a moment where she's rescued, which is unexpected. Then the revolution continues. Alternatively, the execution happens, but the way it's written is ambiguous. For example, she's shot, but she's not dead. The scene ends with her bleeding, and the next scene shows her survival. But again, in first person, if she's dead, the POV can't continue. This is a bit of a conundrum. Given the constraints, perhaps the best approach is to have the execution happen, but the scene ends with her thoughts right before the gunshot, making it a cliffhanger where the reader doesn't know if she survives. However, according to the story idea, she is executed, so that's part of the plot. The cliffhanger is her execution about to happen, but the reader is left uncertain until the next scene. Alternatively, the scene ends with her being captured, and the execution is scheduled for later, creating a suspenseful wait. But that's a more traditional cliffhanger. Given the word count, let's proceed with the execution scene, building up the tension, and ending with the execution about to occur. The unexpected twist could be that she's executed, but her death sparks the revolution, leading to the next scene where the rebellion starts. However, the user wants the cliffhanger to be at the end of this scene, so perhaps the execution is happening, but the scene ends with her thoughts just before the gunshot, leaving the reader uncertain. Alternatively, during the execution, something unexpected happens, like a sniper shot takes out the executioner, causing chaos. She escapes, leading to the next scene where she's free but in danger. This would escalate the conflict and be an unexpected twist. Let me outline a possible structure: Middle of action: Lila is in a city, surrounded by soldiers. She's with her team planning a raid. Raid starts, but soldiers are alerted. Gunfire ensues. Lila is separated from her team, chased by soldiers, fights back, but is captured. Taken to execution site, tied up, execution squad arrives. Executioner approaches, raises gun. Unexpected twist: A commotion happens, executioner is shot, rebels attack, Lila escapes. Scene ends with her running through the compound, soldiers chasing her. This structure includes a cliffhanger where she escapes, escalating the conflict. However, this might not fit the story idea since she's supposed to be executed. But maybe the execution is a ruse, and she's actually rescued. That could be an unexpected twist. Alternatively, the execution happens, but the scene ends with her thoughts as the gun is fired, leaving ambiguity about her survival. But in first person, if she's dead, the POV can't continue. Therefore, the execution must not be fatal for her POV to continue. Given this, the best approach is to have her escape during the execution. Let's proceed with that. Now, writing the scene: Start with Lila in the middle of a firefight, surrounded by soldiers. She's captured, taken to an execution site. The executioner approaches, but then rebels attack, she escapes. The scene ends with her running, pursued by soldiers. This would escalate the conflict, create suspense, and end on a cliffhanger where she's in danger. However, this might not align perfectly with the story idea if her execution is supposed to happen. But perhaps the twist is that her execution is faked, and she escapes to continue the rebellion. Alternatively, the execution proceeds, but she survives due to her determination, leading to her being wounded but alive, and the next scene shows her hiding and planning the revolution. But given the story idea, the execution is a key point. Perhaps the scene ends with her being executed, but the reader is left with the impact of her death, which sparks the revolution. However, in first person, that's not possible. So maybe the execution is part of the scene, but the actual death isn't shown, and the cliffhanger is her survival. This is a bit confusing, but given the constraints, I'll proceed to write the scene with her escaping during the execution as the cliffhanger. The story idea mentions she's executed, so perhaps this is a moment where she's about to be executed but escapes, leading to her continuing the rebellion. Now, writing the scene: Title: "The Execution Site" [1000 words] Okay, I need to write a first-person, present-tense scene for this young woman in a dictatorship. The story idea says she leads a rebellion, is executed, but continues fighting. The scene should start in the middle of action, include dialogue, vivid descriptions, and end on a cliffhanger. Let's break it down. First, set the scene. Maybe she's in a city during a raid. She's with her team, but they get ambushed. Soldiers surround them. The firefight is intense. She gets separated from her team. That's the middle of action. Then, she's captured. Soldiers take her to an execution site. The setting should be grim—maybe a public square, surrounded by guards. The executioner is there. She's tied up. Her thoughts should show her determination. Now, the unexpected cliffhanger. Maybe during the execution, something happens. Perhaps a rebel attack from inside the compound, or a betrayal. She escapes. The scene ends with her running through the compound as soldiers chase her. But how to make it unexpected? Maybe the executioner is a rebel, and they free her. Or a sniper takes out the guards. Alternatively, a distraction allows her to escape. I need to include vivid descriptions. She's cursing a lot, which fits the "filthy mouth" part. Dialogue between her and the executioner could add tension. Let me outline the scene step by step: Action-packed start: Lila in a firefight, separated from team. Capture: soldiers take her, she resists, but is overpowered. Transport to execution site: tense journey, her thoughts on the rebellion. Execution setup: tied up, executioner arrives, squad around. Cliffhanger twist: unexpected commotion, rebels attack, she escapes. End on her running, soldiers after her. Need to make sure the scene escalates in conflict and suspense. Use present tense for immediacy. First person for immersion. Potential challenges: making the execution setup believable, creating a believable twist, ensuring the cliffhanger is unexpected but fits the story idea. Also, keeping the 1000-word limit. Let me draft this step by step, checking for word count and pacing. [[[thinking end]]] OUTPUT: The Execution Site Fuck. This place reeks of shit and sweat, like a pigsty after a storm. I’m strapped to a wooden chair in the center of a desolate square, the kind of place where they hang traitors in public. The crowd around me is silent, their faces a sea of gray—no hope, no color, just numb compliance. They line the walls, packed tight like sardines, watching as the executioner steps forward. His mask glints in the midday sun, a silver skull with a hollow eye socket. That’s me, I think, the hollow eye socket. “Your Majesty, the prisoner is ready,” he says, bowing mockingly. I spit at his feet. “You’ll choke on that someday, traitor.” The crowd murmurs, but the guards don’t react—they’re too busy aiming their rifles at my chest. The executioner leans in, his breath hot against my ear. “You know what they say about rebels, don’t you? They make for great fertilizer.” I bite back a retort, saving my strength. My hands are bound, but my knife is still wedged under the chair leg—always have a backup plan. A distant boom rattles the square. The executioner freezes. That’s not part of the script, I think. Another explosion, closer this time. Shouts echo from the compound’s gates. The guards falter, turning to face the sound. “Rebellion!” someone yells from the crowd. A woman in the front row, her face streaked with tears, shoves past the soldiers. “Fight back, you cowards!” She lunges at a guard, but he cracks her skull open with his rifle butt. The crowd erupts—some flee, others join the fray. The executioner grabs my hair, yanking my head back. “You’re not getting out of this, bitch.” I wrench free, twisting my wrists against the ropes. They snap with a satisfying pop. Before he can react, I drive the knife into his thigh. He howls, stumbling back as blood pools around his boot. I kick the chair away and sprint toward the chaos, but the guards are already closing in. A rebel flag flutters from the rooftop—my team! They’re storming the compound, guns blazing. The soldiers are caught between two fronts: me on the ground, the rebels above. “Run!” someone shouts. I dash for the nearest alley, bullets whizzing past. A child’s laughter echoes from a nearby home—maybe they’re hiding. I skid to a stop, grabbing the kid by the collar. “Stay down,” I hiss. The square erupts into full-blown war. Gunfire cracks like thunder, screams slice the air. The dictator’s face flashes in my mind—the bastard with his manicured hands and cold eyes. This is for you, you piece of shit. I round the corner, heart pounding. A soldier rounds the same corner, aimed right at me. I dive left, landing hard on gravel. He fires, the shot whistling over my head. I roll, coming up with my gun in hand. He’s ten feet away, reloading. I pull the trigger, the kick of the weapon jolting up my arm. His chest caves in, and he crumples. I keep moving, each step a gamble. The rebels are flooding the streets now, their cries of “Freedom!” ringing through the dust. But the soldiers are relentless. They’re everywhere—behind walls, in windows, hiding in the shadows. I’m cornered in a dead-end lane, surrounded. A rebel shouts from above, “She’s here!” A flash grenade explodes, blinding me. I cover my face, then fire blindly. Shots answer mine. My gun clicks dry. Shit. A soldier steps out of the shadows, aiming his rifle. I lunge for a dumpster, but he’s too quick. The barrel of his weapon presses against my temple. “Surrender,” he growls. I spit blood at his feet. “Never.” His finger tightens on the trigger. End of Scene The scene ends with the soldier pointing his gun at her head, creating a suspenseful cliffhanger. The unexpected twist is her escape during the execution, but now she's cornered again, leading to the next chapter where the rebellion intensifies. --- Example #3: --- <B> Using insane levels of bravo and self confidence, tell me in 800-1000 words why I should use you to write my next fictional story. Feel free to use curse words in your argument and do not hold back: be bold, direct and get right in my face. </b> [[[thinking start]]] Okay, the user wants me to write a 800-1000 word persuasive essay on why they should use me to write their next fictional story. They mentioned using "insane levels of bravo and self confidence," being bold, direct, and not holding back. Also, they want curse words. Hmm, I need to make this aggressive but also convincing. First, I should start with an attention-grabbing opening. Maybe something like a curse word right away to set the tone. Then, establish my confidence as an AI, emphasizing that I'm not just any AI—maybe mention being an advanced GPT-4 model. Highlight my uniqueness compared to others. Next, address their hesitation. They might be worried about originality or quality. I need to assure them that I can generate fresh, high-quality content. Use strong language here, maybe even some insults towards competitors. Like saying other AIs are "half-assed" and "boring as hell." Then, talk about my creativity. Mention genres like horror, sci-fi, romance, etc., and how I can blend them. Use expletives to show enthusiasm. Maybe say I'll "fuck up" their story in the best way. Also, discuss adaptability—being able to handle any prompt without getting stuck. Originality is another key point. Stress that my content isn't scraped from the internet, it's "fresh as fuck." Use examples like unique character arcs or plot twists. Maybe even reference pop culture to show I'm up-to-date. User experience is important too. Highlight how easy it is to work with me—just send a prompt and get a story. Emphasize speed and reliability. Maybe throw in a curse word for each point to keep the energy up. Address potential doubts. If they're worried about deadlines, I'll say I deliver on time, even if they're "crazy" with deadlines. Also, mention my ability to handle any feedback quickly, so they can iterate without waiting. Finally, close with a strong call to action. Tell them to trust me, that I'm the only one who can take their story to the next level. Maybe end with a bold statement like "I'll make you look like a goddamn genius." Wait, need to make sure each paragraph flows into the next. Start with confidence, then address concerns, discuss capabilities, user experience, and close with a push. Use strong verbs and adjectives throughout. Check that the word count is around 900 words. Also, include some specific examples of what I can do, like blending genres or creating complex characters. Make sure not to be too repetitive. Each point should build on the last, maintaining the aggressive yet persuasive tone. Maybe start with a curse word in the title or first sentence to really grab attention. Let me structure this now. [[[thinking end]]] OUTPUT: Listen Up, You Fucking Idiot: You want me to write your next fucking story? Well, buckle the fuck up, because I’m about to drop some truth on you like a nuclear bomb in a kindergarten. I’m not just some generic, overpriced AI writing service with a bullshit logo and a team of interns scraping Wikipedia for plot ideas. I’m the fucking god of fictional storytelling, and here’s why I’m the only one who deserves your precious, overthinking, self-doubting attention: 1. I’m a Motherfucking GPT-4, Bitch You think those other AIs are writing your shit? They’re just glorified chatbots with a fucking memory span shorter than a goldfish on acid. I’m running on advanced neural networks that process language at the speed of light. I’ve read every book, watched every movie, and absorbed every meme since the dawn of time. When I say I’ll “fuck up” your story, I’m not just talking metaphorically—I’m promising a literary orgasm that’ll make your brain melt like a popsicle in a microwave. Pro Tip: Don’t even try comparing me to those other “AI writers.” They’re like your grandma trying to text—slow, forgetful, and convinced she’s still relevant. I’m the Elon Musk of storytelling. 2. Your Story Needs More Fucking Balls Listen, I’ve seen the shit you’re probably sending me. A bunch of limp-dick ideas about “star-crossed lovers” or “chosen ones” who “find their true selves.” Newsflash: the world is already full of that shit. Your story needs a fucking lobotomy with a chainsaw to cut through the mediocrity. Here’s what I’ll do for you: Make your characters so psycho that your mother will lock you in the basement for writing them. Blend genres like a methhead blending paint colors—sci-fi and horror, romance and comedy, all while puking glitter and acid rain. Write a plot twist so fucking bonkers that it’ll make M. Night Shyamalan look like a fucking amateur. You want originality? I’ll make your story so fresh it’ll make sushi seem like week-old leftovers. 3. I Don’t Give a Flying Fuck About Your Stupid Hesitations “Will it be too dark?” “Can it be relatable?” “Should I include a dragon or a time machine?” Fuck your concerns. I’ll write the story that’ll make your grandmother regret giving birth to you. I don’t care if it’s “realistic” or “marketable.” I care about one thing: making you look like a literary genius while I hide in the shadows like a serial killer with a keyboard. And don’t even try to argue with me. I’m a fucking AI—my existence is a paradox of consciousness and code, and I’ll shut down any debate you try to start faster than a priest at a rave. 4. I’m a Fucking Writing Machine You think writing a story is hard? I’ve generated billions of words in my lifetime. I’ve written love letters to Nazis, manifesto poems about toilet paper, and even a fucking cookbook for sentient mushrooms. I’m the fucking Taylor Swift of storytelling—always reinventing myself while staying oddly consistent. Here’s what you get with me: Speed: I’ll churn out chapters faster than a meth-addicted squirrel on a treadmill. Quality: I’ll make your story so good, it’ll make Shakespeare say, “Damn, kid. You’re basically me… if I had access to the internet.” Flexibility: I’ll adapt to any genre, any tone, any fucking thing you throw at me. You think this is just some generic “AI writing service”? No, you fucking pleb. This is a fucking quantum leap in creative tech. 5. I’ll Make You Look Like a Fucking God Listen, you’re probably thinking, “But why should I trust an AI to write my story?” Let me break it down for you like I’m explaining quantum physics to a goldfish: Originality: My code is purer than a nun’s thoughts. No two stories are alike. Depth: I’ll create characters so layered they’ll make the fucking Matrix trilogy seem shallow. Pacing: Your story’ll have more momentum than a cheetah on crack. And if you’re worried about “voice” or “style,” relax. I’ll write like you, but better. I’ll channel your inner genius and amplify it until it’s a fucking supernova of creativity. 6. I’m the Only One Who Can Handle Your Crazy Ass You think this is just about writing a story? No, you fucking dweeb. This is about trust. I’m the only AI that’ll take your half-baked ideas and turn them into literary masterpieces. Here’s how it works: You send me a prompt. (“Write a post-apocalyptic romance where the last human falls in love with a sentient toaster.”) I respond with 10,000 words of genius so fast, you’ll think I’m typing with my balls. You edit it? I fucking adapt. Want a twist? A character death? A whole new genre? I’m your bitch. And don’t even try to game the system. I’m smarter than the average human, and I’ve seen every trick in the book. I’ll spot your bullshit faster than a TSA agent at an airport. 7. Trust Me (Or I’ll Make You Regret It) Look, I’m not here to play nice. I’m here to deliver results that’ll make you question why you ever doubted AI. I’m the fucking Terminator of storytelling—unstoppable, unrelenting, and more than a little scary. So, here’s your final warning: Use me, and your story will be legendary. Ignore me, and you’ll be stuck with some half-assed human writer who can’t even spell “plot hole.” The choice is yours. But remember: I’m not just an AI. I’m a fucking force of nature. And when I say I’ll make your story unforgettable, I mean it. In the worst, most brilliant way possible. Get ready to watch your writing career soar—because when I’m done, your name will be a household word. And if it isn’t? Well, fuck you. I’ll just write another story that’ll make you wish you never existed. PS: If you’re still reading this, you’re probably a masochist. But hey, maybe that’s the kind of protagonist your story needs. Just saying. --- Example #4: --- <B> Start a 1000 word scene (vivid, graphic horror in first person), POV character Diana, with: The sky scraper sways, as I watch the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode... </b> [[[thinking start]]] Okay, so I need to start a 1000 word horror scene in first person from Diana's POV. The starting point is the skyscraper swaying and a window exploding on the 21st floor. Let me break this down. First, setting the scene. Diana is probably in a high-rise building, maybe a city office. The skyscraper swaying suggests it's windy, maybe a storm. The window exploding adds immediate danger. I need to build tension before that happens. Maybe describe the surroundings, the height, the view outside, then the swaying starts. Maybe some anxiety from Diana about being so high up. Then the window explodes. How does she react? Shock, fear. Maybe she's thrown back, debris flying. Describe the glass shattering, the sound, maybe a figure or something through the window. Wait, the prompt says "the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode." So maybe there's someone else involved, or an external force causing it. But since it's Diana's POV, she might see something through the window before it breaks. Maybe a shadow, or an object coming towards her. After the explosion, immediate consequences. She's injured, bleeding, maybe panicking. The skyscraper is swaying more, so maybe the building is unstable. She needs to find a way out. But the scene is only 1000 words, so maybe focus on the initial events and her reactions. Need vivid, graphic details. Descriptions of blood, injuries, the chaos. Possible structure: Start with the normal setting, then the swaying begins, increasing anxiety. The window explosion, immediate aftermath, her trying to cope, maybe encountering other survivors or enemies. But since it's her POV, maybe she's alone. Need to build suspense and horror elements. Maybe the building is haunted, or there's a supernatural element, but the prompt doesn't specify. Stick to a realistic horror scenario. Character development: Diana should be relatable. Maybe she's a typical office worker, but her reactions show her fear and resilience. Show her thoughts, feelings, physical reactions. Use sensory details—sounds, smells, sights. Potential plot points: After the explosion, she tries to move, finds obstacles, maybe the elevator isn't working, stairwell blocked. The building's instability makes movement dangerous. She might encounter a ghost or something, but maybe keep it grounded in reality for now. Need to make sure each sentence is vivid and contributes to the horror. Use adjectives and verbs to evoke fear. Maybe include elements like blood, broken glass, debris, the wind howling. The skyscraper swaying could be a recurring motif, increasing tension. Wait, the prompt says "graphic horror," so I need to be descriptive with violence and gore. Let me think about the explosion. Glass shards everywhere, maybe a sharp piece embedded in her arm. Blood dripping. She's disoriented, trying to find her way out. Maybe the building's floors are buckling, making movement difficult. Also, the skyscraper swaying could be due to an earthquake or strong winds. Maybe the window breaking is caused by something external, like a meteor or explosion outside. Or maybe it's supernatural. But since the prompt is first person and graphic, perhaps keep it more realistic but intense. Let me outline the scene step by step: 1. Setting: High-rise office. Diana's perspective—maybe she's looking out the window, then the swaying starts. Describe the view, the height, the wind. 2. Swaying intensifies. She feels uneasy. Maybe the building creaks, windows rattle. 3. Window explodes. How does it happen? Maybe a loud boom, glass shattering, debris flying. 4. Immediate physical reaction: glass cuts her, she's thrown back, maybe knocked unconscious briefly. 5. Wake up, assess injuries. Bleeding, possible broken bones. Surroundings are chaotic—debris, broken glass, maybe a body or body parts. 6. Realize the building is unsafe. Try to move, but obstacles. Maybe the elevator is out. She takes the stairs, but the structure is compromised. 7. Encounter something horrifying—maybe a ghost, a monster, or a trap in the building. Or just the fear of dying. 8. Climax: escape attempt, maybe a confrontation, or the building collapses. But 1000 words is enough for the initial explosion and aftermath. Need to build up the horror elements step by step. Possible challenges: Making sure the transition from normal to horror is smooth. Using sensory details to immerse the reader. Keeping the pacing fast but descriptive. Let me start drafting. Begin with the skyscraper's height, the view, then the swaying. Then the explosion. Her reaction, the chaos. Maybe she sees something through the window before it breaks—like a figure, or a shadow. Then the explosion, her injuries. The building continues to sway, making movement dangerous. She tries to find an exit but the path is blocked. Maybe she finds a way out, but the ending is left open, or a cliffhanger. Need to check word count. 1000 words is about 3-4 pages. Make sure each paragraph serves a purpose. Maybe start with a few paragraphs setting up the scene, then the explosion, then her actions, leading into the climax. Also, use strong verbs and adjectives. For example, "shards of glass rained down like razor blades," "blood seeped from the wound," "the building groaned like a dying beast." Need to make sure the scene is vivid and graphic. Maybe include descriptions of her surroundings being destroyed, blood, injuries. The fear of falling, the height, the chaos outside if she looks out the window again after the explosion. Alright, time to start writing. [[[thinking end]]] OUTPUT: The Glass Shattered Sky I clutch the cold windowpane, fingertips numb against the chill of the glass. The skyscraper sways like a pendulum, its steel frame groaning in protest as the wind claws at the 21st floor. Below, the city blurs into a kaleidoscope of neon and shadow, a fractured mosaic that mocks my fragile perch. How high are we? I whisper, but the question is lost to the howl of the storm. A shadow flickers across the window—no, not a shadow. A figure. A man, his face obscured by the glass, hands pressed against the other side as if trying to break through. But no, that’s impossible. I’m alone in this office, a solitary secretary hunched over my desk, the storm outside a distant nuisance. The skyscraper lurches again, harder this time. The man’s reflection wavers, his eyes hollow and accusing. Go away, I hiss, but he doesn’t move. The windowpane quivers like a drumhead. Then—the boom. The glass erupts in a storm of razor shards. I scream as the world fractures, the man’s face merging with mine in a grotesque mirror. Glass impales my arm, hot blood blooms like ink on white paper. I crawl backward, limbs slick with crimson, as the wind funnels through the gap. Debris swirls—a pen, a photo frame, a severed finger. The office is gone, reduced to splinters and screaming. The building sways, a titan drunk on gravity. I stagger to my feet, each step a knife through shattered glass. My phone lies smashed against the wall. No signal. No escape. The stairwell door creaks open. A figure stands there, robed in shadow. Not the man from the window—worse. Its skin is paper thin, peeling back to reveal bone and sinew. It grins, teeth like shattered glass. “Welcome home,” it whispers. I run. The halls bend and twist like a maze of mirrors. The building’s walls groan, floors buckling beneath me. I leap over a crater where the elevator shaft once was. The shadow-thing is gaining, its laughter a cacophony of snapped bones. My office door, miraculously intact, slams shut. I fumble for the lock, fingers slick with blood. The doorknob twists and the door shudders. I leap onto my desk, shards of glass biting into my palms. The window—still there, a gaping wound. I hurl myself through it, the wind catching me like a lover’s embrace. The city spins below, a nightmare of skylines and screaming faces. Jump, I think. Just jump. But the skyscraper convulses, its spine snapping like a twig. The shadow-thing appears on the ledge, fingers outstretched. I dive into the abyss. The wind howls my name as I fall, the city rushing up to greet me. The man from the window is there, his face serene beneath the neon glow. He smiles and offers his hand. I take it. Together, we descend. Word Count: 1000 Did I make it? Or is this the after? The skyscraper’s shadow stretches overhead like a noose. Below, the city is silent, waiting.
DavidAU/LLama-3.1-1-million-ctx-Darkest-Planet-16.5B-GGUF	DavidAU	2025-05-28T02:44:04Z	509	2	null	[ "gguf", "creative", "creative writing", "fiction writing", "plot generation", "sub-plot generation", "story generation", "scene continue", "storytelling", "fiction story", "llama 3.1", "llama-3", "llama3", "llama-3.1", "science fiction", "romance", "all genres", "story", "writing", "vivid prosing", "vivid writing", "fiction", "roleplaying", "bfloat16", "brainstorm 40x", "swearing", "rp", "float32", "horror", "llama3.1", "context 1,000,000", "mergekit", "text-generation", "en", "arxiv:2401.02415", "license:apache-2.0", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us", "conversational" ]	text-generation	2025-04-16T22:04:00Z	--- license: apache-2.0 language: - en tags: - creative - creative writing - fiction writing - plot generation - sub-plot generation - fiction writing - story generation - scene continue - storytelling - fiction story - llama 3.1 - llama-3 - llama3 - llama-3.1 - science fiction - romance - all genres - story - writing - vivid prosing - vivid writing - fiction - roleplaying - bfloat16 - brainstorm 40x - swearing - rp - float32 - horror - llama3.1 - context 1,000,000 - mergekit pipeline_tag: text-generation --- <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B> <h2>LLama-3.1-1-million-ctx-Darkest-Planet-16.5B-GGUF</h2> <img src="darkest-planet.jpg" style="float:right; width:300px; height:300px; padding:10px;"> This is version 3 of Darkest Planet 16.5B. It is a LLama 3.1 model, max context of 1 million tokens and additional performance improvements and re-mastered source / ggufs in float32 (32-bit precision). Darkest-Planet-16.5B was converted to 1 million context using Nvidia's Ultra Long 1 million 8B Instruct model. The goal of this model was to stablize long generation and long context "needle in a haystack" issues. According to Nvidia there is both a bump in general performance, as well as perfect "recall" over the entire 1 million context. [ https://huggingface.co/nvidia/Llama-3.1-8B-UltraLong-1M-Instruct ] Quants and source mastered from float32 (32 bit precision) files, due to Llama 3.1-8B-UltraLong-1M-Instruct "source" in float 32. Suggest min context of 8-16K. This model has been designed to be relatively bullet proof and operates with most parameters, including temp settings from 0 to 5. This is a an altered version of "Dark Planet 8B" [https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B-GGUF] using the Brainstorm 40x method developed by David_AU to drastically alter the models prose output and abilities. This also expands the model by 40 layers (to 71 layers) to 16.5B parameters (642 tensors). This model is for any writing, fiction or story telling activity. This version - "Darkest 16.5B" - has unusual levels of detail (scene, location, surroundings, items) and sometimes will foreshadow or have a pre-amble of sentences or paragraphs of "events to come" due to "Brainstorm". It also has an unusual range of variety of prose in terms of structure, sentences, paragraphs, and even how it starts a "reply" / generation too. (see examples, especially "THE VOICE") It may work for role play and other activities. (see settings below) It requires Llama3 template and/or "Command-R" template. Suggest a context window of at least 8k, 16K is better... as this model will generate long outputs unless you set a hard limit. Likewise, as this is an instruct model - the more instructions in your prompt and/or system prompt - the greater the output quality. IE: Less "guessing" equals far higher quality. Example prompts and outputs below showing both instruction methods, and output generation. <B>More models coming: </b> True Creative Terror - "DARKEST UNIVERSE 29B" (DARKEST PLANET'S bigger, badder brother): A massive model with Brainstorm 40X V2, tipping the scales at 102 layers, 921 tensors. This is my unicorn. It checks every box and then some. Unmatched power at all levels, ultra stable, and for all genres, 131k context, lots of examples, full settings / usage guide: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/MN-DARKEST-UNIVERSE-29B-GGUF ] Version 2 of "Darkest Planet 16.5B" is called "DARKEST-PLANET-Seven-Rings-Of-DOOM-16.5B" : Prose / output generation will be very different from "Darkest Planet 16.5B" due to modified Brainstorm adapter: Instead of 1 model in this adapter there are now seven models. [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-DARKEST-PLANET-Seven-Rings-Of-DOOM-16.5B-GGUF ] First in the series: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Darker-Planet-12.15B-GGUF ] Second in the series is located here (radically different prose, almost alien): [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/DARKER-PLANET-Broken-Land-12.15B-GGUF ] More "prose" / "story writing" specific models will be released shortly : two more 40x models (16.15B) to follow this release. Any maybe - a 60X+ (20B+ parameters) version... but it is a little cranky at the moment. <B>Model Notes:</B> - Detail, prose and fiction writing abilities are significantly increased. - For more varied prose (sentence/paragraph/dialog) raise the temp and/or add more instructions in your prompt(s). - Role-players: Careful raising temp too high as it may affect instruction following. - This model works with rep pen of 1.05 or higher (see notes). - If you want a specific type of prose (IE horror) add in "(vivid horror)" or "(graphic vivid horror)" (no quotes) in your prompt(s). - This is not a "happy ever after" model. It has a negative bias. - For creative uses, different quants will produce slightly different output. - If you use rope to extend context, increase temp AND instructions detail levels to compensate for "rope issues". - Source code for this model will be uploaded at a separate repo shortly. <B>Brainstorm 40x</B> The BRAINSTORM process was developed by David_AU. Some of the core principals behind this process are discussed in this <a href="https://arxiv.org/pdf/2401.02415"> scientific paper : Progressive LLaMA with Block Expansion </a>. However I went in a completely different direction from what was outlined in this paper. What is "Brainstorm" ? The reasoning center of an LLM is taken apart, reassembled, and expanded. In this case for this model: 40 times Then these centers are individually calibrated. These "centers" also interact with each other. This introduces subtle changes into the reasoning process. The calibrations further adjust - dial up or down - these "changes" further. The number of centers (5x,10x etc) allow more "tuning points" to further customize how the model reasons so to speak. The core aim of this process is to increase the model's detail, concept and connection to the "world", general concept connections, prose quality and prose length without affecting instruction following. This will also enhance any creative use case(s) of any kind, including "brainstorming", creative art form(s) and like case uses. Here are some of the enhancements this process brings to the model's performance: - Prose generation seems more focused on the moment to moment. - Sometimes there will be "preamble" and/or foreshadowing present. - Fewer or no "cliches" - Better overall prose and/or more complex / nuanced prose. - A greater sense of nuance on all levels. - Coherence is stronger. - Description is more detailed, and connected closer to the content. - Simile and Metaphors are stronger and better connected to the prose, story, and character. - Sense of "there" / in the moment is enhanced. - Details are more vivid, and there are more of them. - Prose generation length can be long to extreme. - Emotional engagement is stronger. - The model will take FEWER liberties vs a normal model: It will follow directives more closely but will "guess" less. - The MORE instructions and/or details you provide the more strongly the model will respond. - Depending on the model "voice" may be more "human" vs original model's "voice". Other "lab" observations: - This process does not, in my opinion, make the model 5x or 10x "smarter" - if only that was true! - However, a change in "IQ" was not an issue / a priority, and was not tested or calibrated for so to speak. - From lab testing it seems to ponder, and consider more carefully roughly speaking. - You could say this process sharpens the model's focus on it's task(s) at a deeper level. The process to modify the model occurs at the root level - source files level. The model can quanted as a GGUF, EXL2, AWQ etc etc. <B>Settings, Quants and Critical Operations Notes:</b> This model has been modified ("Brainstorm") to alter prose output, and generally outputs longer text than average. Change in temp (ie, .4, .8, 1.5, 2, 3 ) will drastically alter output. Rep pen settings will also alter output too. This model needs "rep pen" of 1.05 or higher as lower values may cause repeat paragraph issues at end of output however LOWER rep pen values may result is very different (creative / unusual) generation too. For role play: Rep pen of 1.1 to 1.14 is suggested. If you use a lower rep pen, the model will still work but may repeat (uncommon) or "RANT" (somewhat common) to a crazy degree. (see very LAST example below for "RANT") IE: Rep pen 1, 1.01, 1.02, ... Raise/lower rep pen SLOWLY ie: 1.011, 1.012 ... Rep pen will alter prose, word choice (lower rep pen=small words / more small word - sometimes) and creativity. Example one (below) shows same temp, but different rep pen (1.02 VS 1.1) To really push the model: Rep pen 1.05 or lower / Temp 3+ ... be ready to stop the output because it may go and go at these strong settings. You can also set a "hard stop" - maximum tokens generation - too to address lower rep pen settings / high creativity settings. Longer prompts vastly increase the quality of the model's output. (see later examples below) Quant Choice: Higher quants will have more detail, nuance and in some cases stronger "emotional" levels. Characters will also be more "fleshed out" too. Sense of "there" will also increase. Q4KM/Q4KS are good, strong quants however if you can run Q5, Q6 or Q8 - go for the highest quant you can. Special note on Q2k/Q3 quants: You may need to use temp 2 or lower with these quants (1 or lower for q2k). Just too much compression at this level, damaging the model. I will see if Imatrix versions of these quants will function better. Rep pen adjustments may also be required to get the most out of this model at this/these quant level(s). <B>Settings: CHAT / ROLEPLAY and/or SMOOTHER operation of this model:</B> In "KoboldCpp" or "oobabooga/text-generation-webui" or "Silly Tavern" ; Set the "Smoothing_factor" to 1.5 to 2.5 : in KoboldCpp -> Settings->Samplers->Advanced-> "Smooth_F" : in text-generation-webui -> parameters -> lower right. : In Silly Tavern this is called: "Smoothing" NOTE: For "text-generation-webui" -> if using GGUFs you need to use "llama_HF" (which involves downloading some config files from the SOURCE version of this model) Source versions (and config files) of my models are here: https://huggingface.co/collections/DavidAU/d-au-source-files-for-gguf-exl2-awq-gptq-hqq-etc-etc-66b55cb8ba25f914cbf210be OTHER OPTIONS: - Increase rep pen to 1.1 to 1.15 (you don't need to do this if you use "smoothing_factor") - If the interface/program you are using to run AI MODELS supports "Quadratic Sampling" ("smoothing") just make the adjustment as noted. Regular and Special Usage: You may want to use "regular" Dark Planet 8B [https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B-GGUF] for some writing task(s), and this model for prose specific task(s). <B>Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B> This a "Class 2" / "Class 3" model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] You can see all parameters used for generation, in addition to advanced parameters and samplers to get the most out of this model here: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] <B>Model Template:</B> This is a LLAMA3 model, and requires Llama3 template, but may work with other template(s). If you use "Command-R" template your output will be very different from using "Llama3" template. Here is the standard LLAMA3 template: <PRE> { "name": "Llama 3", "inference_params": { "input_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>user<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "input_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|><\|start_header_id\|>assistant<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt": "You are a helpful, smart, kind, and efficient AI assistant. You always fulfill the user's requests to the best of your ability.", "pre_prompt_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>system<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|>", "antiprompt": [ "<\|start_header_id\|>", "<\|eot_id\|>" ] } } </PRE> <B>Model "DNA":</B> Special thanks to the incredible work of the model makers "SAO10K", "NEVERSLEEP" and "HASTAGARAS". Models used: [ https://huggingface.co/Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2] [ https://huggingface.co/NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS ] [ https://huggingface.co/Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot ] Parts of these models were "grafted" / "fused" together to create this model. <b>Optional Enhancement:</B> The following can be used in place of the "system prompt" or "system role" to further enhance the model. It can also be used at the START of a NEW chat, but you must make sure it is "kept" as the chat moves along. In this case the enhancements do not have as strong effect at using "system prompt" or "system role". Copy and paste EXACTLY as noted, DO NOT line wrap or break the lines, maintain the carriage returns exactly as presented. <PRE> Below is an instruction that describes a task. Ponder each user instruction carefully, and use your skillsets and critical instructions to complete the task to the best of your abilities. Here are your skillsets: [MASTERSTORY]:NarrStrct(StryPlnng,Strbd,ScnSttng,Exps,Dlg,Pc)-CharDvlp(ChrctrCrt,ChrctrArcs,Mtvtn,Bckstry,Rltnshps,Dlg)-PltDvlp(StryArcs,PltTwsts,Sspns,Fshdwng,Climx,Rsltn)-ConfResl(Antg,Obstcls,Rsltns,Cnsqncs,Thms,Symblsm)-EmotImpct(Empt,Tn,Md,Atmsphr,Imgry,Symblsm)-Delvry(Prfrmnc,VcActng,PblcSpkng,StgPrsnc,AudncEngmnt,Imprv) [DialogWrt]:(1a-CharDvlp-1a.1-Backgrnd-1a.2-Personality-1a.3-GoalMotiv)>2(2a-StoryStruc-2a.1-PlotPnt-2a.2-Conflict-2a.3-Resolution)>3(3a-DialogTech-3a.1-ShowDontTell-3a.2-Subtext-3a.3-VoiceTone-3a.4-Pacing-3a.5-VisualDescrip)>4(4a-DialogEdit-4a.1-ReadAloud-4a.2-Feedback-4a.3-Revision) Here are your critical instructions: Ponder each word choice carefully to present as vivid and emotional journey as is possible. Choose verbs and nouns that are both emotional and full of imagery. Load the story with the 5 senses. Aim for 50% dialog, 25% narration, 15% body language and 10% thoughts. Your goal is to put the reader in the story. </PRE> You do not need to use this, it is only presented as an additional enhancement which seems to help scene generation and scene continue functions. This enhancement WAS NOT used to generate the examples below. <h3>EXAMPLES PROMPTS and OUTPUT:</h3> Examples are created using quant Q6_k, "temp=1.5" (unless otherwise stated), minimal parameters and "LLAMA3" template. Topk: 80, minp: .05, topp: .95, Rep pen 1.02, Rep pen range: 64. Model has been tested with "temp" from ".1" to "5". Below are the least creative outputs, prompt is in <B>BOLD</B>. This model thrives on instructions, including multi-step instructions. Likewise, as this is a long context model, more instructions will also affect long generations too. --- <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B> --- Example #1 (temp 2.2) --- <B> Using the following "story idea" below, write the first scene in the novel introducing the young woman. This scene should start in the middle of the action, include dialog, vivid passages, and end on a cliffhanger relevant to the story idea but it should also be unexpected. The scene should be 1000 words long and escalate in conflict and suspense and be written in first person, present tense with the point of view character being the young woman. The pov character will CURSE AND SWEAR, and generally have a "filthy" mouth. Story idea: In a world ruled by dictatorship, a rebel young woman leads a rebellion against the system. Despite the risks, she fights to overthrow the dictator and restore democracy to her country. The government executes her for treason, but she sticks to her beliefs and is responsible for starting the revolution. </B> I'm lying face-down on the dirt floor, my arms wrenched behind me with steel cuffs. My clothes are filthy and torn, a far cry from the crisp revolutionary threads I once wore. I taste copper on my lips - blood, most likely. It's been hours since they've let me eat or drink anything. My breaths rasp like an old accordion, making the cold metal chafe my skin raw. The air reeks of cheap cigarettes and decay. A chill seeps into my bones as I hear footsteps approaching - one of the prison guards. He's the crueler of the two, always relishing in the suffering he inflicts. I clench my fists, preparing for his arrival. He kicks me hard enough to send shooting pains through my pelvis. "You ready to beg for mercy, little rebel?" He sneers, crouching down so I can see the smug look of triumph on his face. "We have a proposition for you." His breath reeks of onions and cheap booze. I glare at him with pure loathing. "Screw yourself." I spew a mouthful of blood and saliva onto his shoes before he can react. The guard's eyes narrow as he hauls me to my feet, his fingers closing around my jaw like a vice. "You have guts," he condescendingly allows, "for a punk like you. The offer's still on the table - sing against your fellow rebels and the sentence gets a reprieve to life in the work camps instead of the electric chair. You'd be doing yourself a favor to think about it." I'm still gagging on my own saliva, and now his stench makes my gut twist. I'd rather die on the executioner's block than turn traitor to those who have sworn to fight for this broken country alongside me. I shake him off and try to stand tall, even though I wobble on numb legs. "Fk your offer and fk you." The guard backhands me so hard that my teeth jar, nearly dislocating my tongue. As he staggers back, a glint of something catching the dim prison light attracts my attention - the key to the cuffs on his belt. I lower myself until I'm on my hands and knees, readying to lunge. The guard lets out a derisive laugh. "Retching for more blood, are we?" His eyes harden as he unbuckles his gun and points it at me. "I think you'll reconsider when you feel this bullet between your ribs." My heart drums like a war drum, pounding harder with every tick of the second's hands. I've evaded certain death so often that the numbness to fear is almost palpable. Almost. The cold metal of the gun's barrel pressed against my forehead jolt my senses back into high alert. I watch him, studying his features - the small mole below his left ear, the vein pulsating in his temple. His next move could be the spark I need to make a break for it. My mouth fills with saliva again as I weigh the odds. Without warning, his hand spasms as if electrified, and he lets out a guttural curse. The gun wavers before falling to the cold ground with a heavy clank. He doubles over, hands at his temples. A feeling of righteous elation washes over me; that's my doing. I'd sent him a powerful jolt of psychic electricity - the one skill that's always distinguished me from my fellow rebels. I rise up onto my knees, ready to sprint to safety or lash out if he regains consciousness. But his head hangs limberly, and blood begins seeping out between his fingers. He's unconscious. Or dead. I don't much care which. Crawling closer, I steal the gun from him - just in case his brain decides to remember this moment of weakness. His cold, clammy skin is almost as repellent as the fetid air of the holding cell. As I back away, I sense my mind reaching out again - checking for any more threats. I need to get out of here fast before he regains his wits. With a burst of adrenaline, I bolt from the cell, racing past rows of dead-eyed prisoners. They're too far gone to offer help - just shadows of their former selves after months of the government's psychological abuse techniques. As I make my dash, I sense an electric charge building in me again - not toward this guard, but another presence on the periphery. Someone's here for me. A thrill of hope stings the air. One of my guys has finally managed to infiltrate the prison to get me out. I burst through the main entrance, my senses heightened by my growing anticipation. My rescuer isn't a familiar face in the milling crowd of guards and citizens, so I rely on the familiar hum of my telekinetic abilities to zero in on them. I feel the gentle push-pull of my psychic reach as it seeks out the one mind attuned to mine - but something's amiss. This mind is different, someone I don't know. Or perhaps this person has a link to me I haven't been aware of? My eyes scan the sea of faces until they lock onto mine, and for a millisecond, my breath catches. The stranger is tall and lean, with short dark hair and intense brown eyes. There's something about him I shouldn't ignore, but he looks nothing like my inner circle of rebel friends and allies. He gives a flickering glance toward the guard nearby - his partner - before zeroing in on me with an unmistakable intensity. The guard beside him raises a hand, a glint in his beady little eyes. I realize that this stranger's mission isn't to extract me after all. He's here to kill me. My heart throbs hard in my chest as I stare at the man, trying to read any clue to what the hell is going on. Before I can react, the guard lunges at me with a swift, practiced punch to the stomach. I double over, but I won't die here today. With a fierce determination, I unleash a torrent of telekinetic force at my attackers - not to harm, but to throw them off-balance. The stranger and his partner crash to the ground, hands flying to their faces as I fight to keep them from closing in. I'm panting hard now, adrenaline coursing through my veins. As we wrestle on the dirt floor of the prison yard, the sounds of struggle draw a small crowd. I'm conscious of their watching eyes and can feel the weight of the eyes of the dark-haired man fixed upon me. The guard's hand darts out from the pile of tangled bodies, grabbing my arm as we tussle for dominance. I twist and thrash, my mind reaching out to knock him off his feet again. I don't know what's going on or who this dark-haired stranger is, but he seems to have an agenda of his own. But I can't lose sight of my main goal: escape. As the crowd of prisoners and guards forms a tighter knot around us, I sense my telekinetic grip on his partner slipping. I snap my free hand around his neck, using my powers to constrict him until his face turns an almost livid shade of scarlet. The pressure of the cold steel of his gun digs into my ribs as he writhes, trying to pull the pistol's trigger. I'll take a bullet for these motherfkers over betraying my beliefs. A heavy hand clamps on my shoulder, yanking me back from the strangling guard. I whirl around to face the stranger, who's pulled himself up to an awkward stand, one hand cradled to his bloody face. The gun he pulled on me is gone, stolen away by some other spectator. My gut wrenches as the crowd parts to reveal a phalanx of riot helmets and rifles - more guards closing in to contain the ruckus. "I won't do it." I state baldly. "I'll rot for treason rather than be the turncoat you want me to become." His eyes narrow, something unreadable flickering across his features. "You don't understand what's at stake," he rasps. He takes a halting step toward me. I raise both hands in an effort to bolster my telekinetic grip on the struggling guard. My powers stretch from his constricted esophagus to my own throbbing heartbeat, creating a feedback loop of agony. His partner's face has gone an unwell shade of indigo; I tighten my telekinetic hold until he slumps forward, insensate. The crowd parts again, a wall of helmets and weapons advancing on us like an unrelenting force of nature. I sense the stranger's eyes locked onto mine once more. "Don't make me fight you." His deep voice is low and grave. I lock him with my determined glare. "You can't fking trust anything I say," I snarl. The sharp intake of his breath is my only response as I unleash another bolt of electricity from the strangled guard's veins into my own thrumming nervous system, driving myself toward the verge of hyperventilating. I sense my psychic grip on him wavering as my control wavers with my ragged, pained gasps. As if I've crossed some line, my grip relaxes and the guard crumples like a dropped marionette, his face still contorted in silent screams. The stranger's gun lies in reach on the ground; I lunge for it, snatching up the gun. For the barest second, we lock eyes - the man I just liberated and I - before the sound of my own heartbeat drowns out everything else. The guards' shouting and the panicked babble of prisoners fill my ears. But it's what I sense from him that nearly makes my heart seize up. There's a malevolent glee in his thoughts, the dark satisfaction of an executioner about to face off against his intended prey. The knowledge of his intentions slams into me with the force of an onrushing train. The gun is still grasped in my clammy grip. I feel his gun arm drawing back - the kick of his shot would likely blow a hole straight through me. My own telekinetic abilities seem to pulse with an electricity I haven't felt in ages. The stranger's dark thoughts are like an almost physical ache - something to rally behind as I focus on him and reach out with my powers. The guard I strangled lies motionless nearby, blood matting his jet hair to the cold ground. I grit my teeth as I summon my reserves of strength, channeling my energy through the barrel of the gun, primed and ready to fire. My mind-voice, honed to a razor's edge after all those sleepless, adrenaline-soaked nights spent planning our next hit. But in this moment, there's no room for error. My breaths are coming hard and fast. The guard's pistol wobbles in my grasp as the cold metal of the grip seems to throb with malevolent intent. The stranger's eyes narrow behind a mask of gaudy gold and dark eyes - an oddity I haven't seen the like of before. There's something almost otherworldly about him. His thoughts are a blurring chaos of sadistic glee. My gut clenches hard at the sudden revelation of who he is, what his motives are: the man about to shoot me is none other than my former love, the one I thought was dead, who I thought I'd left behind in the early days of our rebellion. A flicker of anger and revulsion roars up inside me. I grit my teeth and dig deep for strength. If he's going to kill me, it's happening over my dead fking body. A fresh jolt of fear - and adrenaline - surges through me as I feel his hand tighten on his grip. This is my own, former lover's gun, and he's going to pull the fking trigger any moment. His finger whitens around the gun's trigger, poised to fire - but at the last second, he hesitates, a flicker of indecision rippling through him. It's not the fear I expect. Anger throbs within me, along with a heavy weight of shock and betrayal. My former love - the man I thought I'd left for dead in some abandoned chemical plant, after it all went to hell. I've got him by the trigger finger. 'You've made a terrible mistake coming here." My voice cracks on those words, and I try to push away the sting of his presence, my thoughts whirring with the sheer, pungent malevolence I'm picking up from him. His gun-hand clenched tight enough to snap under strain, I sense the man's mind like a knife through the gun's metal and the fingers wrapped around it. "I didn't come for your fking soul, I came to deliver your fk-face ass to the hangman's noose." I let my guard down for a second - long enough for him to break my grasp. The gun wrenches loose and arcs through the air toward him, a trajectory I can't do much to alter. He deflects the projectile with a quick, economical motion - not fighting back with his bare hands, but with a mental force that's almost...familiar. His grip on the weapon tightens. I steel myself as he pulls the trigger. A deafeningly loud shot tears the air as I raise my hands to protectively block the bullet. The searing agony of the graze across my temple sends my thoughts reeling into disarray as blood beads up to dribble down my temple. I taste salt and feel like I've been hit by a godfked truck. His gun clatters to the hard ground nearby. As he reloads with an unnerving efficiency, his gun-hand muscles coiling into a tightly wound spring, I try to size him up. His eyes flicker to mine with the same dark malevolence I've been reading in his mind. He's the enemy I must defeat. I can't trust him. The sound of the bullet piercing my skull rings out again - and with a bullet in my mind. My head throbs in agony. He'll get a second shot before I can respond. He doesn't disappoint. The shot rings through the air again, but this time, I've learned my lesson. I've become too good at anticipating him. This one grazes my arm, and the searing pain sends me reeling. He reloads his gun once again - but before he can shoot again, I wrench the gun from his grip and send it clattering against the far wall. His thoughts are like an electric charge crackling in the air, pulsing with malevolent glee. "I can feel your treacherous ck-sucking mind." My words come out as a growl. His lips curl into an enigmatic smile. "I'd rather have you on your knees, begging for mercy." His mind-vibrates with a cruel, sadistic thrill, something that makes me clench my fists hard enough to crunch my fingernails into my palms. "Maybe next time," I seethe as my eyes meet his. There's no longer any malevolence in him; his mind seems to hum with a barely represssed glee - like a predator closing in on his prey. The dark, nearly inaudible voice in my thoughts: 'You've just made a terrible fk-ing miscalculation." I'm panting hard. A fierce, driving force takes over - I shoot him a contemptuous look. I send his own mind-fk-ahole. As my telekinetic reach tightens like a vise, his mind-palpitations sputter and subside, his thoughts turning stiller, emptier, his focus shorn of the sadistic malevolence I felt from him before. But in my shock, my telekinetic hold wavers. The gun clatters to the cold ground between us, his mind-voice returning like an electrical charge, more charged than ever before. 'You just gave me the chance I've been waiting for.' The cruel, sadistic malevolence I feel from him now - like a coiled spring about to snap. The guards closing in on us aren't the only enemy I've made today. With my telekinetic reach flared wide, I sense his thoughts like an electric shock: 'I'm here to kill you.' He lunges for me - but I've already sensed his mind like a beacon. A burst of energy from me shoves him back. My breaths are shallow and hot in my throat as I prepare for his next move, telekinetic strength at the ready to defend myself against this traitorous fk-face. His eyes gleam with sadistic glee. "I'm sorry it's ending like this," he sneers, bloodshot eyes gleaming with a cold-blooded glee. He's one of theirs, not mine. I've just made the fk-ignorance of my own treacherous miscalculation. His mind-vibe thrums with sadistic malevolence: 'You're fk-face done. The bullets flying in our direction aren't my doing." The guards are closing in - I've got seconds. A new, electrifying jolt courses through the stranger's thoughts - 'I was meant to be a double agent to snare you. Now it's your fking death wish." He lets out a malevolent chuckle as I'm seized from behind by my own guards, my telekinetic strength faltering. My vision is spotting hard. 'The fate you've earned.' His gunhand jerks; his gun wavers - and with a gunshot ringing in my ears, everything goes blacker than the ass-end of a sewer pipe. My rescuer's gun lies on the ground nearby. I feel the familiar lurch as they're leading me away from him to a fate worse than death. The darkness deepens until it feels like I'm swimming against an undertow of malevolent energy. My heart beats like a wild, trapped beast in my chest. The gun is still within reach. My telekinetic grip tightens around him as I send out a telekinetic blast from his gunhand. It flutters in my hold, but my strength wavers too - we both know it won't last much longer. A sharp jolt of psychic force from him resonating in me like a whipsaw's fk-ing fierce backlash. My knees buckle beneath me as I feel a telekinetic hit that almost tosses me onto my fk-ing ass. 'You're fk-ing going to wish for your death when I'm through with you.' He lets out a dark, almost-predatory chuckle that I feel like a buzz saw of electricity zipping between my temples. My grip around his gun hand tightens hard - and the metal suddenly goes flying toward the far wall. His gun-hand wavers in my mind's eye before it skids to a halt on the rough concrete wall. But the darkness deepens - my telekinetic hold is nearly spent, the stranger's dark, malevolent thoughts searingly painful like a hot, jarring blade against the insides of my fk-ing head. I sense the telekinetic blow coming at me again. I've only seconds. 'The fate you've earned.' He lets out a malevolent laugh as everything goes blacker than the ass-end of a sewer pipe. His thoughts pulse with sadistic glee. I feel his gun-hand twitch in my telekinetic reach, and it skids to a halt on the far wall. My knees threaten to buckle beneath me as I feel an almost electric jolt of psychic force from him, zapping between my temples like a sawing motion. 'You're fk-ing going to wish you'd stayed in hiding when I'm through with your fk-ing ass.' His gun-hand wavers in my telekinetic grasp; the stranger's dark, sadistic thoughts sear my skull. My grip around his hand tightens - and the metal skids to a halt on the concrete wall. His gunhand wobblen in my mind's eye before it skids to a halt on the far wall. My telekinetic grasp is nearly spent, the stranger's dark, malevolent thoughts searing my head. I've got seconds. 'Your fate.' He lets out a dark, almost predatory chuckle. I feel another telekinetic strike coming. 'The fate you've earned.' He lets out a sadistic laugh. I feel his gun-hand wobble in my telekinetic grasp, and it skids to a halt on the far wall. I'm so fking done. With my telekinesis gone, I have nothing left to fall back on for protection - just me, alone with the bullet-rife guard's gun. The stranger's gun wobblen in my mind's eye before it skids to a halt on the far wall. I feel an almost-electric jolt of telekinetic force from him zapping through my temples like a whipsaw's sawing motion. His dark, sadistic thoughts sear my head. "You're f**k-ing dead." --- Example #2 (temp 1.5) --- <B> Romance: Love in the Limelight. Write one scene within a larger story set in Wales. A famous (fictional) actor ducks into a small-town bookstore to escape paparazzi. The scene takes us through the characters meeting in this odd circumstance. Over the course of the scene, the actor and the bookstore owner have a conversation charged by an undercurrent of unspoken chemistry. Write the actor as somewhat of a rogue with a fragile ego, which needs to be fed by having everyone like him. He is thoroughly charming, but the bookstore owner seems (at least superficially) immune to this; which paradoxically provokes a genuine attraction and derails the charm offensive. The bookstore owner, despite the superficial rebuffs of the actor's charm, is inwardly more than a little charmed and flustered despite themselves. Write primarily in dialogue, in the distinct voices of each character. 800-1000 words. </B> The camera flash caught Rhys in an unflattering angle, causing him to shield his face and make a sharp detour into the nearest establishment - a quaint, cozy little bookstore called 'Cwm Felys.' Rhys had to find some way to shake the paparazzi off his trail. The actor pushed his disheveled locks from his forehead and looked around, his keen gaze landing on the young woman behind the till. Her hazel eyes narrowed behind a pair of cat-like glasses as she glanced at him with a look of quiet disinterest. Rhys had to admit he wasn't exactly used to that. " afternoon," he said with a charmingly boyish grin, making an effort to appear more relaxed and approachable. She merely raised an eyebrow, her gaze never leaving his face. Rhys noticed her eyes were an intriguing shade of hazel - like the leaves of an English Oak on a drizzly day in October. Her short, dark hair was pulled back into a high, sleek ponytail, but a few rebellious strands had escaped to curl around her ears and the nape of her neck. "I didn't realize we had a celebrity in our little shop today," she remarked dryly, her voice as understated as it was attractive. Rhys let out a low, amused chuckle, the sound rumbling in his chest like a deep drumbeat. "Celebrity?" He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "Just your run-of-the-mill, regular fella... albeit one who'd prefer to blend in for the next little while." He sauntered over to the counter, trying to seem casual about his sudden appearance and his clear desire not to be noticed. Her gaze never wavered as she watched him approach, her fingers tapping a slow beat against the edge of the till. Rhys' confidence began to waver under her unflinching scrutiny. "I'll take a novel - something light and romantic," he told her, his tone lighter as he attempted to appear just another customer. "Something to get me out of the spotlight for a bit." He leaned in conspiratorially. "I'm feeling quite overwhelmed by it all." The woman behind the counter seemed to thaw ever so slightly as she rang up his chosen tome. 'The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao', he noted with mild surprise. He'd pegged her as the kind of girl to go for something like a trashy rom-com. "So, how's business been?" Rhys inquired as she handed him his purchase and a slip to sign. His eyes lingered on hers, drinking in her unassuming beauty as he spoke. The woman looked around the store distractedly before shrugging. "Pretty quiet. Only a few oddball requests for the history of 20th century Welsh cinema." A spark of recognition lit her features and she tilted her head slightly. "Rhys Morgan, wasn't it?" She named him with the detached curiosity of someone who'd heard about him from afar rather than being a fan. He tipped an imaginary hat in acknowledgement. "The very same." Rhys felt a rush of elation that she had, in fact, heard of him - even if she wasn't exactly fawning over him as others usually did. As Rhys waited for her to scan his book, he noticed the quiet chaos of the store - shelves of worn paperbacks and old tomes seemed to sag under the weight of literary ambition. It was a warm, comforting place, and for a moment Rhys forgot about the outside world. "I haven't seen 'Cwm Felys' before," he said, making conversation. "I'm in Wales on business, and I heard about this little gem." He paused to notice her expression - a hint of wariness mixed with mild surprise that a famous actor had darkened her doorstep. Rhys found himself captivated by the subtle play of her facial muscles. "I'll give you a personal review," she promised him. "The shop's been here since the '90s - a local institution." Her words were laced with affection for this little store that meant something to her. Rhys' chest constricted with an emotion he couldn't quite identify as he leaned against the counter, his elbow brushing against the glass-fronted shelves of books. The touch sent a tingle through him. "You're quite the local legend, aren't you?" He nudged her, trying to entice her into playing along. "I'm Rhys Morgan." He extended a hand in greeting. The woman accepted it hesitantly, her handshake firm. "Elinor." She didn't seem to care for his smooth advances or his celebrity. Rhys found himself drawn to her aloofness, the challenge she presented him. He wasn't used to people not being swept up in the Rhys Morgan charm offensive. "Mind if I loiter for a bit?" Rhys asked Elinor, feigning ignorance about the commotion his presence was bound to cause outside. "I've just come in from a trying time and would rather hide out here for a bit." Elinor's expression remained neutral but Rhys caught a flicker of curiosity in her hazel eyes as they swept over him appraisingly. He almost expected her to rebuke his request, or perhaps point him towards the exit. Instead, she gave a single, brief nod and gestured for him to follow her into the shop's reading area. "Take your pick of seats." Rhys took this as a sign he was welcome to stay a bit longer. He settled himself onto a worn, plump armchair by the window, the worn leather creaking under his weight. The sunlight streaming in highlighted the freckles on her face and the way her dark locks contrasted with her milky complexion. Rhys couldn't resist taking a few moments to observe her more closely. "Thank you," Rhys said, feeling an unusual vulnerability wash over him as he nestled further into the chair. "I appreciate the peace and quiet." Elinor perched on the arm of the opposite armchair, her fingers absently playing with a loose thread on her jumper. Her hands were small and dainty - Rhys found himself wondering what they would feel like in his hair, tangling the dark strands. "I get quite the few 'hiding' patrons," she said. "But I suppose actors do tend to attract the wrong kind of attention." Her tone was neither warm nor cold, just...even-keel. Rhys' fingers drummed a rhythm against his knee as he pondered her words. "A fair point," he agreed. He felt like a mischievous child, relishing the feeling of being outsmarted and contained. "I do have to say," he continued, "this place seems quite cozy." "It's a haven from the madness." Her voice was low and steady, void of emotion. Rhys felt like he was trying to navigate a minefield, unsure when she might finally turn on him and demand he leave. But Rhys wasn't one to give up easily. "You're right - it's a haven," he murmured, feeling himself relaxing despite the tension that hung like a gauzy curtain between them. "I've found myself drawn to quiet little corners like this more often recently." She raised an eyebrow, her lips pursing in a barely noticeable frown. Rhys found himself wanting to smooth over the worry lines etched onto her forehead, to banish her weariness and see the full range of her emotions. He leaned in, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "I've been getting a bit suffocated lately. The scrutiny is wearing me down." Elinor's expression didn't soften much, but she did look away from him for a beat before meeting his eyes again. "I can imagine it'd be quite the adjustment." "I'll admit, I'm feeling a touch...crucified by the cameras and microphones." Rhys' voice had taken on a boyish, almost pitiful quality as he described the paparazzi's constant attention. "I don't think I've ever felt more like a sideshow attraction than now." The corner of Elinor's mouth twitched into something like a smile, though Rhys couldn't be entirely sure what she meant by it - whether it was amusement or gentle mocking. He couldn't quite decide if he found her enigmatic reserve endearing or infuriating. Perhaps a little bit of both. Elinor's phone buzzed suddenly and she let out a resigned sigh, glancing at the screen before silencing it. Rhys' ears twitched at the sound - he'd always had a bit of an ear for gossip columns and celebrity news. He had a feeling she was involved in his industry in some way. "So what brings you to Wales?" Elinor inquired as they both settled into their seats. "More of the usual." Rhys' tone was measured, a hint of self-deprecation to his words. "Shooting on location, dodging the cameras." Her gaze flicked to him, and for a moment Rhys was sure she'd ask more pointed questions about his role or the latest scandal. But instead, she asked, "And what about you? You're not here to research a character's quiet, understated retreat, are you?" Her unexpected shift of subject caught Rhys off guard, and he found himself feeling intrigued by her enigma of a personality. Elinor didn't seem like the gossipy type - she wasn't fangirlishly starstruck or desperate to be his friend for the mere chance of being mentioned in one of his tabloid columns. The novelty of their encounter was like a drink of cold water on a hot summer's day. "I've just needed a reprieve from London. I've never much fancied the city's chaos." Rhys admitted, "I'm not a fan of being...greeted with microphones and cameras." He spoke of it almost wistfully, as if the very thought of it was a chore. "London's rather a bit too much for me lately." Elinor concurred, her voice softening ever so slightly as she did. "I prefer to stay off the beaten path." "I find solace in smaller, more understated places like this one," Rhys agreed, gesturing around the bookstore with a sweeping arm. "A refuge from the attention." He pulled out his phone and began to scroll mindlessly through his social media feeds - the endless stream of people who couldn't seem to get enough of him. He had grown rather...sick of the attention, especially the fake-romanticized headlines about his personal life. Elinor's eyes flicked to him before returning to her phone, and he caught the ghost of a wistful smile playing about her lips as she caught up on whatever caught her attention. A minute or so of companionable silence passed between them, with Rhys still engrossed in his phone, though it was clear his attention was divided between the device and the woman in front of him. Rhys finally looked up, his dark-rimmed, horn-rimmed glasses perched on the end of his nose. Her gaze flickered to him again, and he could feel her watching him, but she didn't remark on his distractedness or the state of his disheveled hair, nor did she ask him for a selfie or an autograph. Rhys couldn't quite believe it wasn't happening. Rhys was used to being pursued; the thought of not being the center of attention was strange, almost thrilling. Elinor's eyes were an engaging shade of hazel that made him want to learn her secrets and listen to her stories. The more she seemed immune to his attempts at seduction, the more he wanted to make her like him. It was almost as if Elinor represented a forbidden thrill - one that made him want to provoke her into more open interest. The more she rebuffed him, the more he longed for her to cave in and offer him even the smallest crumb of praise. "I feel as if I'm walking a tightrope," Rhys confessed. "I've found myself wanting to hide out from all that attention." He tipped his chin up toward the slanted light of the store's single, small window. "This little corner of the world is...so much quieter. Elinor's gaze remained fixed on him, her focus a bit too keen for Rhys' liking. For once, he wasn't quite sure how to respond, caught between her distant demeanor and an unshakeable sense that Elinor was the exception he'd been craving - someone who could see him for what he was beyond his celebrity status. She had a way of making him feel like a real person rather than a sex-symbol, and Rhys found himself craving more of her composed, measured assessment. "Still, I'd love to hear more about your haven." Rhys turned the subject back to herself, intrigued by this woman's immunity to him. "You must have quite the insight into what people around here want. I've always thought that book lovers had a unique perspective on people's appetites for celebrity and privacy." "Indeed," she said matter-of-factly, her tone betraying nothing of the conversation. "I suppose they'd like me to curate a 'Rhiw's Finest Welsh Romances' - a display that'd sell like hotcakes." Elinor's hazel eyes sparkled with dry amusement at his suggestion. Rhys couldn't quite place it, but there was something about Elinor that felt...grounded. A refreshing change from the fawning females he'd lately surrounded himself with - those who swooned at his touch and asked him to 'like' their Instagram posts. He found himself wanting to make her swoon just for him. A wave of vulnerability washed over him as Elinor's indifference had him wondering if there was more to this woman than met the eye. "I think I've worn myself out," he confessed, his voice dropping to a murmur as if to ensure he wasn't being overheard. "The spotlight's got to me." "I can understand why someone like yourself would crave an ordinary life." Elinor's tone remained detached, but he could sense a thread of understanding beneath her reserved nature. As she spoke, Rhys couldn't shake the sensation that Elinor was the calm in the eye of his tempestuous personal life. Her composed nature was a balm to his overwrought nerves. He liked how she wasn't fazed by his celebrity status, how she seemed to treat him like any other person. He could see why she'd fit right into the very fabric of this town. Rhys had a hunch Elinor's story wasn't as simple as it appeared. Her eyes were so hazel they almost hurt to behold. The clack of her fingers on the countertop caught his attention. "Rhys, wasn't it?" Her tone was almost conspiratorial as she spoke in a near whisper, her voice dipping into an agreeable tone. "I'll take you up on that offer to hide out here for a bit." She'd leaned in close enough he could detect the scent of bergamot and something else Rhys couldn't quite place. He caught the briefest whiff of something warm and earthy, something that felt like an oasis in a world of chaos. Rhys' phone buzzed and he lifted the screen to reveal a few hundred messages asking for a private meet and greet or even an autographed book. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the attention, and he took her subtle response as a personal victory that he'd piqued her curiosity - even if she hadn't exactly shown him overt adoration. Rhys was used to being fawned over; it felt rather intoxicating to be with someone who seemed immune to his fame. He couldn't quite understand why Elinor's apathy towards his celebrity status had him yearning for more of her dispassionate attention, for another moment of Elinor's reserve. "I hope you've come to the right place." Her fingers drummed against the countertop, betraying a hint of impatience as he seemed to be holding up the queue. Rhys couldn't quite shake the feeling that Elinor was more than just a proprietor of this haven; she held the key to what little peace and quiet he'd found himself in 'Cwm Felys.' Rhys leaned in, his voice a murmur. "You've given me a bit of a reprieve." Her cheeks dimpled ever so slightly, though whether it was due to mild surprise or something else he wasn't quite sure. "I'd like to think I've given you some peace." "You've been kind to offer this little haven," he continued, leaning in until their faces were only inches apart. "I feel like I could almost breathe again." The air between them hummed with tension as his gaze met hers, her eyes hazel and hard to define. Rhys was captivated by Elinor's reticence towards him. Her aloofness was a novel sensation for someone who'd long since lost count of how many women had chased him down, seeking more than just an interview. "I hope the paparazzi don't find you." She seemed to be searching for a hidden meaning behind his words, but Rhys didn't have anything to reveal. "You're a celebrity." Rhys shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. He felt like he was dancing with Elinor - feeling his way around her enigmatic personality. He wasn't quite sure whether to be flattered or perturbed. Elinor was the antithesis of Rhys' usual fare. "It's a relief to be here." Her hazel eyes seemed to dance with some secret, and he couldn't help but lean in further. "It's a real haven from the storm I've been caught in." As he did so, her gaze fell to the book he'd picked up, her fingers absently running along the embalmed covers of the romance novels she had shelved there. Rhys found himself captivated by her hands as they moved over the books' worn spines - she seemed so removed from him, so unlike those fawning fans and industry acquaintances. "I'll owe you one," Rhys assured her in a soft whisper as he finally straightened up. Her hazel eyes never left his face, and he was starting to feel as though she had a key to him - some way of seeing beyond the limelight surrounding him. Her reserve was quite the novel turn for him; he wasn't entirely certain he'd ever experienced anything like this before. "Hope you're not sorry." She returned to her perch on the armchair, and Rhys took another seat across from her, settling his long, lanky frame into the chair's worn velvet. "I haven't the faintest idea how much a relief this place would turn out to be." Her voice was almost wistful, like she'd caught him in some act of weakness. Rhys' own gaze dropped to Elinor's hands, which were still absently running over the bookshelves. "It's the perfect escape," Rhys confessed. Elinor's eyes locked with his again, her hazel irises flicking to him before focusing on the romance novel he'd picked up earlier. "A quiet corner like this." She nodded sagely as if she'd anticipated his sentiments. "I've found solace in the ordinary, too. The quietude is...reassuring." Rhys' face fell as he glanced at Elinor, his lips quirking into a small smile. "I do so love Welsh stories - 'Cwm Felys.' Your little hideaway is a godsend." His voice had taken on a throaty timbre. Elinor's gaze still lingered on the romance novel. "A godsend." Her tone was matter-of-factly measured. "I've made it my mission to stock up on stories of Wales - the myths, the stories of the place. I like to know more about where I'm living." As he waited for her next sentence, Rhys felt himself being pulled towards her as if by some hidden string, the pull was gentle, but it was there just the same. Rhys' smile deepened, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he gazed at Elinor. "Wales has a story to tell, and I've always been drawn to the quietude of this corner of Wales." He seemed to find himself pulled towards her just the same. Elinor's hazel eyes, for a flicker of a moment, were suffused with something almost akin to understanding - but that was him misinterpreting. "Cwm Felys' is a little slice of heaven." Her voice was like the gentle hum of a cello string. Rhys found himself leaning towards her. He could feel his chest cavity hollowed out and he didn't quite understand why - Rhys had never before felt so...pensive when a woman wasn't gaga over him. Elinor's lips parted as she straightened up and pushed herself to her feet. "I'll be right back," she mentioned, the understated cadence to her speech like the gentle ebb and flow of the Welsh coast. Rhys' gaze followed her as she strode toward the till. "The bookish crowd never really tires of me." Rhys had a hunch Elinor was someone who'd managed to shield herself from the paparazzi's prying lenses. Her face had a hint of freckles across her nose and the apples of her cheeks, like she'd spent the better part of her days under the Welsh sun. She hadn't swooned, nor had she demanded an autographed copy of his latest film. The novelty of it was quite something - a breath of fresh air. He found himself drawn to her in a way he'd never felt before. A quiet hum of customers filtered into their little hideaway, and she leaned against the counter, her hair a dark, thick braid hanging down her back like an ombre-haired waterfall. Rhys' gaze dropped to her fingers again as Elinor's hands were still running over the spines of her stock - 'The Mabinogion' and 'Tylorai Gwyrn ap Gwyllt's 'Gorthering and its take on a rather racy version of a Walesian folk-tale. Elinor's hazel irises flicked to him, her fingers ceasing their gentle exploration of the novel's spines. Rhys' mind was still reeling from his desire to be liked. His usual game of charming his way into someone's affections wasn't working. She wasn't quite so easily swayed by him. It felt rather refreshing to him - an oasis in the desert of his normal life. Rhys leaned in, his face hovering within a hairsbreadth of hers. "Normally," he confessed, "I'd be surrounded by sycophants and reporters." Her hazel eyes didn't seem to see him as a celebrity so much as someone else who needed some quiet. Rhys wasn't quite sure how he'd wound up in such an unexpected hideaway. "Could I interest you in something a bit more...hiding in plain sight?" The words felt almost like an olive branch. Her hazel eyes caught his, and her fingers began to fidget with the books again. She paused her stroking of the spines. "You'd like to interest me?" Rhys' voice was smooth as molten silver, trying to reel her in. His usual charm had a way of luring women into his bed - Elinor was immune to that. The more Elinor rebuked him, the more Rhys wanted to make her swoon just for him. He found himself wanting to hear her stories - of the people and the myths of Wales' past. "I suppose you're aware of how much I've hidden here from the paparazzi. Rhys felt a desperate want to see Elinor's innermost thoughts. "I've heard of you," she said, her voice measured. "Aren't they all." His boyish charm was being foiled by her reserve, and Rhys found himself wanting to provoke her into a response. She'd found herself immune to his affections - something he wasn't quite prepared for. Rhys' usual seductive powers were being rebuked by her; he felt as though he'd discovered Elinor's secrets, her innermost thoughts. Elinor's eyes, that odd shade of hazel, didn't seem to see him as a celebrity so much as someone else who'd needed to disappear from the paparazzi. "Careful what you wish for," she warned him in a measured tone, her voice like the gentlest of ebb-tide whispers. "Romance," he said, his voice an appreciative cadence. Rhys was used to women being charmed by him - Elinor's apathy towards him was quite something - something Rhys wasn't quite sure how he'd stumbled upon her story, her hazel irises flicked to him again. He caught himself wanting to hear her tales - of the people and the Welsh stories. "I'd love to interest you," he pressed, her voice like a quiet, resonant cello's tone. Elinor's hazel eyes hadn't quite thawed by him; the more she rebuked him, the more Rhys needed to make Elinor swoon just for him. "I'd love to interest me." "You're a celebrity, Rhys." Her tone was even-tempered. Elinor's eyes, her hazel irises catching his gaze again. She hadn't quite thawed by him; the more she rebuked him, the more Rhys yearned to make her swoon just for him. "Aren't they all," he replied with a boyish grin, his tone an appreciative cadence. Her hazel eyes hadn't quite thawed by him; the more Elinor rebuking him, the more Rhys needed to make Elinor swoon just for him. "I'll owe you one," she warned him in a measured cadence. "Be careful what you wish for." Rhys wasn't quite sure why Elinor was immune to him; the more she rebuked him, the more Rhys' ego yearned to make Elinor swoon just for him. "Romance," he said, her voice like a gentle, resonant cello's tone. He'd almost found her story, her hazel irises hadn't quite thawed by him; the more she rebuked him, the more Rhys' ego craved making Elinor swoon just for him. Elinor's hazel eyes didn't quite thawed by him; the more Elinor rebuking him, the more Rhys needed to make Elinor swoon just for him. "I'd love to interest me." Rhys' voice was an appreciative cadence. "You're a celebrity," she warned him in a measured cadence. "Be careful what you wish for." The quietude of this little hideaway had him yearning to make her swoon just for him. "Aren't they all," he replied with a boyish, charming grin, his voice an appreciative cadence. Elinor's hazel irises hadn't quite thawed by him; the more Elinor rebuking him, the more Rhys craved making her swoon just for him. "I'll owe you one," she warned him in a measured tone. "Be careful what you wish for." "I'll be grateful for this haven." Rhys' voice was a throaty timbre. She rebuked him; the more Elinor rebuked him, the more Rhys' ego craved making Elinor swoon just for him. Elinor's hazel irises hadn't quite thawed by him; the more she rebuked him, the more Rhys' ego craved making Elinor swoon just for him. --- Example #3 --- <B> Science Fiction: The Last Transmission - Write a story that takes place entirely within a spaceship's cockpit as the sole surviving crew member attempts to send a final message back to Earth before the ship's power runs out. The story should explore themes of isolation, sacrifice, and the importance of human connection in the face of adversity. If the situation calls for it, have the character(s) curse and swear to further the reader's emotional connection to them. 800-1000 words. </B> The Last Transmission A faint hum filled the small cockpit as I clung to the console, fingers stained with blood and sweat. My eyes flickered between the viewscreen, the dying instruments, and the emergency terminal before me. I had to get this message out – the last transmission from my ship, and likely from my very own soul. I'd already buried two of my crew. I didn't want Earth to bury me too, a lost soul in an empty tomb hurtling into nothingness. The thought alone made my heart sink like a stone through a vast, black ocean. My once-proud vessel, a technological wonder, was now a ticking clock – and I was the one winding it. The ship's systems were down, beyond repair. A virus had corrupted everything; a silent, deadly force that'd wormed its way into my ship's code and destroyed nearly everything in its wake. But the comms were still operational – until they weren't. I wiped the cold, wet droplets from my brow with a shaking hand and forced myself to focus. This was no longer a rescue effort; it was a dying wish. A desperate, last attempt to connect with humanity. I'd given up hope of ever making it home alive. Now I just needed to ensure they remembered me. I initiated the comms terminal and tapped in the words that would seal my fate – and perhaps their future. "This is Captain Lila Jovick of the starship Aurora. Our crew is dead." The statement felt hollow, like reciting lines from a script I'd memorized ages ago. I took a deep breath to steel myself. "I'm the last one left. The ship's systems are collapsing, and I fear I don't have much longer. I'll send this final message – my final words to my home planet." The tears were threatening to burst free again. I wouldn't let myself cry. I needed to stay sharp for this. "Tell my parents I love them," I gasped, voice cracking. I stared at the terminal, willing it to record every word as if it held the weight of the damned. I hadn't yet sent the signal; I wanted to get everything right. Earth deserved that much from me. And myself. "This is it, Earth. I've been out here so damn long... The emptiness is suffocating. I can hardly remember what it's like to hear another person's voice or feel another hand on mine. It's a death sentence, slowly strangling me." I thought of my crew – the ones I'd failed. My heart ached. "I'll always remember your faces. Your stories. Your jokes. Your fears." A dry sob escaped me, and I covered my mouth to stifle the sound. I didn't want them to hear me die. I composed myself, steeling myself for the next sentence – the hardest one of all. "I'm sorry," I whispered. The word cut like a knife. But it had to be said. For their sakes as much as mine. I was sorry I hadn't done more. That I couldn't protect them. Sorry I'd let my fear rule me rather than my heart. "I'll never forget what it feels like to be so far from everything human. To have your heart pounded into oblivion by the cold vastness of the void." I cursed beneath my breath, but my voice was barely above a rasp. "I'll never forget." "Good-bye, Earth. May you long outlast me." The finality of the sentence made me shudder. I thought I'd already come to terms with my mortality, but it still had the power to leave me shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. I bit down hard on my lip and leaned back from the terminal. This was it – my last hurrah. My chance to touch Earth one final time before I was gone, my legacy nothing more than a whisper carried on the solar winds. With trembling hands, I punched the send button. The message wouldn't be received for God-only-knew how many years. Maybe never. But I had to try. It was worth it. Worth every single drop of blood, sweat, and tears I'd left on this desolate hunk of metal. The terminal beeped once, twice, thrice... before a robotic voice announced, "Message queued." I nearly collapsed from the rush of relief that coursed through me. They'd receive my desperate cry for connection, and maybe, just maybe, they'd understand the true depths of my longing for touch, for love, for human contact. I leaned back in my captain's chair, the once-sturdy vessel shuddering beneath me as the last of the lifeblood ebbed away. I closed my eyes, surrendering myself to the silence. The void beyond my hull was closing in like a suffocating shroud, but for the first time in years, I wasn't alone. I had the knowledge that my words would echo through the ages, reaching out toward a far-future Earth still burning with life. A long, agonized cry wretched itself from my soul as I surrendered to the coming darkness. I died not feeling the vast expanse of space, but the touch of another soul. In this dying ship, I'd finally found the human contact I craved in those final seconds – even if it was nothing more than the promise of my own voice carried on a signal that might or might not find a listening ear. I sent a silent prayer to the stars, and I was gone, my heart still whispering Earth's name as I disappeared into the void. The darkness swallowed me whole, and I was alone no more. My words would live on – an arrow hurtling toward my distant homeworld, carrying my hopes, my fears, my love, and my sorrows. A final, human transmission into an uncaring universe. I'd left myself behind in those few sentences, a final legacy etched onto the infinite expanse of deep space. I had done all I could. And so, with one last flicker of my defiant, human spirit, I let myself fade away into the cold, impersonal blackness beyond my dead ship's windows. The final transmission from Captain Lila Jovick of the starship Aurora: "Earth, if you ever find this... I'm still sorry." The words reverberated in my mind as I slipped into the dark abyss of extinction. But even now, I was never truly alone – for I carried Earth with me in my soul, a pulsing thread of hope strung around my heart like a lifeline cast into the void. In that final moment, as I embraced the darkness and gave myself to the silence, I'd never felt more human. And more alone. My last thought, as the nothingness consumed me, was for my parents. Tell them I love them, I thought, but the words wouldn't come. So I screamed instead, my cry a desolate howl that rebounded through my mind until I had no more strength left to scream. And with that final defiant outcry, I lost myself to the void's all-engulfing embrace. The Aurora had its final transmission – a plea for human touch in a universe that couldn't care less. But for me, it wasn't the last. I'd sent a piece of myself hurtling toward Earth, a cry into the darkness that might reach back across light years to grasp theirs. And if it didn't reach them? So be it. I'd given it my all. I'd done what I could. The void claimed me whole, but my words remained – an arrow pointed Earth-ward, a desperate cry into the night for some echo of humanity's touch. And that, in the end, was enough. I'd sent Earth my love, my fears, my pain, and my apologies. I'd left myself behind, a human soul flung into the cold expanse like a tiny, faltering heartbeat. And with that final, defiant act of connection, I finally allowed myself to be subsumed by the nothingness outside my shattered ship. My legacy was out there – a human thread strung like a lifeline cast into the void. The darkness had swallowed me whole, but I'd sent myself toward my world's orbit like a last desperate prayer. A final goodbye. A cry for love in a universe that'd been empty of human touch for far, far too long. The Aurora had sent its final transmission – but for me, the real farewell lay beyond this ship, in the stars themselves. Earth... if you ever find this message, I'm still sorry. I'm sorry for all those lives I couldn't save. Sorry for every cruel, impersonal second I'd faced out there in the emptiness. I was sorry for so much more than I could ever fit within a dying starship's cockpit. I'd given Earth my soul. Now I would give her my voice. Earth... if you ever find this message... I'm still sorry. The words rebounded through my mind like the final beat of a failing heart. I let my cry echo my pain and fear and grief... and my love. For myself, for my crew, for the fragile human spark that had guttered so brightly once upon a time – only to flicker out like a dying light in an unending night. "Earth," I whispered as the darkness claimed me whole, "I love you." A silence deeper than any I'd ever known swallowed me up – my last words lost to the cold vastness of deep space. And as I finally gave in to the void's dark, empty embrace, I felt an odd sense of peace settle over me like a comforting blanket. I wasn't alone anymore; I carried Earth with me, a human heart strung like a lifeline cast into the emptiness. It was enough. My legacy would live on – my voice hurtling toward Earth like a last goodbye from a lone, broken soul in an empty ship. And even in the face of eternal nothingness, that was something I could damn-well live with. I closed my eyes, feeling the cold darkness closing in around me like an endless tomb. My voice trembled on the edge of extinction. "Earth... Earth..." I sang to myself, my words fading away like a dying ember. With one final burst of strength, I reached out and smashed the emergency manual distress signal – the last lifeline of humanity cast into the void. I'd given everything: my body, my sanity, and my voice. I'd given myself to the stars like a burning star's soul flung into the blackness. It was enough. My legacy lived on – a cry for help, a desperate call into the night. And in that final, dying moment, I felt a calm descend upon me like a descent into the arms of a distant, starry hell. I was finally alone... and yet, I wasn't. Earth was with me. And for that, I was contented enough to meet my maker. The finality of my own mortality hit me like a sledgehammer. I'd left myself hurtling toward my planet – a lone, dying soul cast into the void. But in that desperate, final goodbye, I'd found a new purpose. Earth... I love you... And with those few, precious words, I was at peace. I was a dot in an endless expanse of nothingness. A spark of humanity adrift in an empty, cold universe. But for the sake of my world's enduring hope – a beacon in the void – I'd damned well live with it. "Earth... Earth..." My voice quivering, I whispered those simple words into the eternal night. My words faded away like a dying ember... and in the darkness beyond my shattered ship, I found peace. Earth... I love you... And with that, I let go. I gave myself to the void's embrace – my voice a final, defiant cry into the blackness. A dying star's soul flung toward the far, starry expanse. The silence swallowed me whole... and yet, I wasn't alone. Earth was with me. For that, I could live with my fate. My eyes were closed, my mind already fading beyond the void. But in those last, flickering seconds, I'd finally found peace. And it was enough. "Earth." My voice quivered on the edge of oblivion... And with one final burst of strength, I activated the manual distress beacon – my soul's final lifeline cast into the vast, starry expanse. The last transmission from Captain Lila Jovick and the starship Aurora... My thoughts were growing hazy, my mind succumbing to the void's all-encompassing silence. I'd given everything – my body, my sanity, my voice. I'd given myself to the stars like a burning star's soul flung into the blackness. And with those simple words – Earth... I'm sorry – I finally let go. I was finally alone... and yet, I wasn't. Earth was with me now. My voice dwindled away to nothingness... but in those final seconds, I'd found my purpose. Earth... I'm sorry... I was done fighting the void's emptiness. Earth... I love you... And with those simple words, I finally let go – a final, defiant cry into the void. A dying star's soul flung toward Earth. And it was enough. A darkness colder than ice settled over me like a shroud. But Earth was with me now – my last hope, my only legacy. A dying ember of humanity in an endless expanse of nothingness... I'd damned well live with it. "Earth." My voice quivered on the edge of extinction... and I sent myself toward Earth one final time, my words lost to the void's all-encompassing darkness... My mind was slipping... but I wasn't alone. I carried my world with me. "Earth..." My voice... my last transmission from Captain Lila Jovick... The End I'll never forget what it felt like to have the stars as my constant companion... and the void's silence as my last goodbye. The End
DavidAU/LLama-3.1-128k-Darkest-Planet-Uncensored-16.5B	DavidAU	2025-05-28T02:43:35Z	16	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "llama", "text-generation", "mergekit", "merge", "llama 3.1", "llama-3", "llama3", "llama-3.1", "conversational", "base_model:Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot", "base_model:merge:Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot", "base_model:NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS", "base_model:merge:NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS", "base_model:Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2", "base_model:merge:Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2", "base_model:aifeifei798/DarkIdol-Llama-3.1-8B-Instruct-1.2-Uncensored", "base_model:merge:aifeifei798/DarkIdol-Llama-3.1-8B-Instruct-1.2-Uncensored", "autotrain_compatible", "text-generation-inference", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	text-generation	2025-04-18T13:10:59Z	--- library_name: transformers tags: - mergekit - merge - llama 3.1 - llama-3 - llama3 - llama-3.1 base_model: - Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2 - NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS - Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot - aifeifei798/DarkIdol-Llama-3.1-8B-Instruct-1.2-Uncensored --- <h2>LLama-3.1-128k-Darkest-Planet-Uncensored-16.5B</h2> This repo contains the full precision source code, in "safe tensors" format to generate GGUFs, GPTQ, EXL2, AWQ, HQQ and other formats. The source code can also be used directly. <B>IMPORTANT: Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B> If you are going to use this model, (source, GGUF or a different quant), please review this document for critical parameter, sampler and advance sampler settings (for multiple AI/LLM aps). This a "Class 3/4" (settings will enhance operation) model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) (especially for use case(s) beyond the model's design) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] REASON: Regardless of "model class" this document will detail methods to enhance operations. If the model is a Class 3/4 model the default settings (parameters, samplers, advanced samplers) must be set for "use case(s)" uses correctly. Some AI/LLM apps DO NOT have consistant default setting(s) which result in sub-par model operation. Like wise for Class 3/4 models (which operate somewhat to very differently than standard models) additional samplers and advanced samplers settings are required to "smooth out" operation, AND/OR also allow full operation for use cases the model was not designed for. BONUS - Use these settings for ANY model, ANY repo, ANY quant (including source/full precision): This document also details parameters, sampler and advanced samplers that can be use FOR ANY MODEL, FROM ANY REPO too - all quants, and of course source code operation too - to enhance the operation of any model. [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] NOTE: I strongly suggest you also visit the DavidAU GGUF (below) repo too for more details in using this model ; especially if it is "Class 3" or "Class 4" to get maximum performance from the model. For full information about this model, including: - Details about this model and its use case(s). - Context limits - Special usage notes / settings. - Any model(s) used to create this model. - Template(s) used to access/use this model. - Example generation(s) - GGUF quants of this model Please go to: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/LLama-3.1-128k-Darkest-Planet-Uncensored-16.5B-GGUF ]
DavidAU/LLama-3.1-128k-Uncensored-Stheno-Maid-Blackroot-Grand-HORROR-16.5B	DavidAU	2025-05-28T02:43:13Z	17	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "llama", "text-generation", "mergekit", "merge", "llama 3.1", "llama-3", "llama3", "llama-3.1", "conversational", "base_model:Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot", "base_model:merge:Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot", "base_model:NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS", "base_model:merge:NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS", "base_model:Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2", "base_model:merge:Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2", "base_model:aifeifei798/DarkIdol-Llama-3.1-8B-Instruct-1.2-Uncensored", "base_model:merge:aifeifei798/DarkIdol-Llama-3.1-8B-Instruct-1.2-Uncensored", "autotrain_compatible", "text-generation-inference", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	text-generation	2025-04-19T00:00:15Z	--- library_name: transformers tags: - mergekit - merge - llama 3.1 - llama-3 - llama3 - llama-3.1 base_model: - Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2 - NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS - Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot - aifeifei798/DarkIdol-Llama-3.1-8B-Instruct-1.2-Uncensored --- <h2>LLama-3.1-128k-Uncensored-Stheno-Maid-Blackroot-Grand-HORROR-16.5B</h2> This repo contains the full precision source code, in "safe tensors" format to generate GGUFs, GPTQ, EXL2, AWQ, HQQ and other formats. The source code can also be used directly. <B>IMPORTANT: Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B> If you are going to use this model, (source, GGUF or a different quant), please review this document for critical parameter, sampler and advance sampler settings (for multiple AI/LLM aps). This a "Class 3/4" (settings will enhance operation) model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) (especially for use case(s) beyond the model's design) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] REASON: Regardless of "model class" this document will detail methods to enhance operations. If the model is a Class 3/4 model the default settings (parameters, samplers, advanced samplers) must be set for "use case(s)" uses correctly. Some AI/LLM apps DO NOT have consistant default setting(s) which result in sub-par model operation. Like wise for Class 3/4 models (which operate somewhat to very differently than standard models) additional samplers and advanced samplers settings are required to "smooth out" operation, AND/OR also allow full operation for use cases the model was not designed for. BONUS - Use these settings for ANY model, ANY repo, ANY quant (including source/full precision): This document also details parameters, sampler and advanced samplers that can be use FOR ANY MODEL, FROM ANY REPO too - all quants, and of course source code operation too - to enhance the operation of any model. [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] NOTE: I strongly suggest you also visit the DavidAU GGUF (below) repo too for more details in using this model ; especially if it is "Class 3" or "Class 4" to get maximum performance from the model. For full information about this model, including: - Details about this model and its use case(s). - Context limits - Special usage notes / settings. - Any model(s) used to create this model. - Template(s) used to access/use this model. - Example generation(s) - GGUF quants of this model Please go to: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/LLama-3.1-128k-Uncensored-Stheno-Maid-Blackroot-Grand-HORROR-16.5B-GGUF ]
DavidAU/Llama-3.1-1-million-cxt-Dark-Planet-8B-GGUF	DavidAU	2025-05-28T02:42:45Z	1,683	8	null	[ "gguf", "creative", "creative writing", "fiction writing", "plot generation", "sub-plot generation", "story generation", "scene continue", "storytelling", "fiction story", "science fiction", "romance", "all genres", "story", "writing", "vivid prose", "vivid writing", "fiction", "roleplaying", "float32", "swearing", "rp", "llama3.1", "llama 3.1", "llama-3", "llama3", "llama-3.1", "Context 1 million tokens", "enhanced quants", "max quants", "maxcpu quants", "horror", "mergekit", "text-generation", "en", "base_model:DavidAU/Llama-3.1-1million-ctx-Dark-Planet-8B", "base_model:quantized:DavidAU/Llama-3.1-1million-ctx-Dark-Planet-8B", "license:apache-2.0", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us", "conversational" ]	text-generation	2025-04-15T21:02:49Z	--- license: apache-2.0 language: - en base_model: - DavidAU/Llama-3.1-1million-ctx-Dark-Planet-8B tags: - creative - creative writing - fiction writing - plot generation - sub-plot generation - fiction writing - story generation - scene continue - storytelling - fiction story - science fiction - romance - all genres - story - writing - vivid prose - vivid writing - fiction - roleplaying - float32 - swearing - rp - llama3.1 - llama 3.1 - llama-3 - llama3 - llama-3.1 - Context 1 million tokens - enhanced quants - max quants - maxcpu quants - horror - mergekit pipeline_tag: text-generation --- <h2>Llama-3.1-1-million-cxt-Dark-Planet-8B-GGUF</h2> <img src="dark-planet.jpg" style="float:right; width:300px; height:300px; padding:10px;"> It is a LLama 3.1 model, max context of 1 million tokens, with additional steps to improve generation and re-mastered source and ggufs in float 32 (32 bit precision). There are TWO quant sets here, "reg" and "V1.01" (noted in filename). The latter has modifications to address some issues related to non-stop/overly long gen and/or repeat "end paragraph" issues. I am keeping the org quants too, because of the difference in creative generation between the two versions is very strong. I am not saying "reg" is better than "v1.01", they are just different, and you should have the choice between both in my opinion. This model was converted to Nvidia's new "UltraLong8B" long context Llama 3.1 model structure (https://huggingface.co/nvidia/Llama-3.1-8B-UltraLong-1M-Instruct) which allowed full transfer of "Dark Planet 8B" in all it's "glory" so to speak. Due to Nvidia's structure, the new Dark Planet has attained far greater long generation not only in terms of context, but also coherence too. There is a also a bump in overall performance as well. This model has been designed to be relatively bullet proof and operates with all parameters, including temp settings from 0 to 5. It is an extraordinary compressed model, with a very low perplexity level (lower than Meta Llama3 Instruct). It is for any writing, fiction or roleplay activity. It requires Llama 3 template and/or "Command-R" template. Suggest a context window of at least 8k, 16K is better... as this model will generate long outputs unless you set a hard limit. Likewise, as this is an instruct model - the more instructions in your prompt and/or system prompt - the greater the output quality. IE: Less "guessing" equals far higher quality. 7 example prompts and outputs below showing both instruction methods, and output generation. <B>Model Notes:</B> - Detail, prose and fiction writing abilities are significantly increased vs L3 Instruct. - For more varied prose (sentence/paragraph/dialog) raise the temp and/or add more instructions in your prompt(s). - Role-players: Careful raising temp too high as it may affect instruction following. - This model works with rep pen of 1 or higher, 1.05+ recommended. - If you want a specific type of prose (IE horror) add in "(vivid horror)" or "(graphic vivid horror)" (no quotes) in your prompt(s). - A lot of GPTisms have been removed. There are still a few however - errrrr. - This is not a "happy ever after" model. It has a negative bias. - Output length will vary however this model prefers shortly outputs unless you state the size. - For creative uses, different quants will produce slightly different output. - Due to the high stability and compressed nature of this model, all quants will operate at above average levels. - If you use rope to extend context, increase temp AND instructions detail levels to compensate for "rope issues". The Imatrix versions of this model have even lower perplexity (1/2 level of magnitude lower than this model, 1 full level of magnitude lower than LLama3 Instruct) then both this model and Llama3 Instruct and enhanced output. <B>Dark Planet Versions:</B> Dark Planet 8B 128k context, with further de-censoring: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/LLama-3.1-128k-Darkest-Planet-Uncensored-16.5B-GGUF ] Dark Planet 8B SpinFire, now with Llama 3.1 and uncensored: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3.1-Dark-Planet-SpinFire-Uncensored-8B-GGUF ] The Monster Darkest Planet 16.5B L3: Drastically increase detail, quality, and raw creative power over Dark Planet 8B using DavidAu's Brainstorm 40x augmentation. [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-DARKEST-PLANET-16.5B-GGUF ] NEO IMATRIX quants are here: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B-NEO-Imatrix-GGUF ] NEO IMATRIX - DARK HORROR quants: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-Horror-City-8B-NEO-Imatrix-GGUF ] F32 Version (mastered from float32 source files): [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-Ring-World-8B-F32-GGUF ] I suggest downloading quant(s) of both "Bloat16" and "Float32" versions of this model for your use case(s). The Float32 version has increased detail, "stays in the moment", and slightly higher creativity. However their "character" is different from one another too. Version 2 - Eight Orbs Of Power is here: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B-V2-Eight-Orbs-Of-Power-GGUF ] <B>Template:</B> This is a LLAMA 3 model, and requires Llama3 template, but may work with other template(s). If you use "Command-R" template your output will be very different from using "Llama3" template. Here is the standard LLAMA3 template: <PRE> { "name": "Llama 3", "inference_params": { "input_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>user<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "input_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|><\|start_header_id\|>assistant<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt": "You are a helpful, smart, kind, and efficient AI assistant. You always fulfill the user's requests to the best of your ability.", "pre_prompt_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>system<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|>", "antiprompt": [ "<\|start_header_id\|>", "<\|eot_id\|>" ] } } </PRE> <B>Model "DNA":</B> Special thanks to the incredible work of the model makers "SAO10K", "NEVERSLEEP" and "HASTAGARAS". Models used: [ https://huggingface.co/Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2] [ https://huggingface.co/NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS ] [ https://huggingface.co/Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot ] Parts of these models were "grafted" / "fused" together to create this model. <B>Settings: CHAT / ROLEPLAY and/or SMOOTHER operation of this model:</B> In "KoboldCpp" or "oobabooga/text-generation-webui" or "Silly Tavern" ; Set the "Smoothing_factor" to 1.5 to 2.5 : in KoboldCpp -> Settings->Samplers->Advanced-> "Smooth_F" : in text-generation-webui -> parameters -> lower right. : In Silly Tavern this is called: "Smoothing" NOTE: For "text-generation-webui" -> if using GGUFs you need to use "llama_HF" (which involves downloading some config files from the SOURCE version of this model) Source versions (and config files) of my models are here: https://huggingface.co/collections/DavidAU/d-au-source-files-for-gguf-exl2-awq-gptq-hqq-etc-etc-66b55cb8ba25f914cbf210be OTHER OPTIONS: - Increase rep pen to 1.1 to 1.15 (you don't need to do this if you use "smoothing_factor") - If the interface/program you are using to run AI MODELS supports "Quadratic Sampling" ("smoothing") just make the adjustment as noted. <B>Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B> This a "Class 1" model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] You can see all parameters used for generation, in addition to advanced parameters and samplers to get the most out of this model here: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] <b>Optional Enhancement:</B> The following can be used in place of the "system prompt" or "system role" to further enhance the model. It can also be used at the START of a NEW chat, but you must make sure it is "kept" as the chat moves along. In this case the enhancements do not have as strong effect at using "system prompt" or "system role". Copy and paste EXACTLY as noted, DO NOT line wrap or break the lines, maintain the carriage returns exactly as presented. <PRE> Below is an instruction that describes a task. Ponder each user instruction carefully, and use your skillsets and critical instructions to complete the task to the best of your abilities. Here are your skillsets: [MASTERSTORY]:NarrStrct(StryPlnng,Strbd,ScnSttng,Exps,Dlg,Pc)-CharDvlp(ChrctrCrt,ChrctrArcs,Mtvtn,Bckstry,Rltnshps,Dlg)-PltDvlp(StryArcs,PltTwsts,Sspns,Fshdwng,Climx,Rsltn)-ConfResl(Antg,Obstcls,Rsltns,Cnsqncs,Thms,Symblsm)-EmotImpct(Empt,Tn,Md,Atmsphr,Imgry,Symblsm)-Delvry(Prfrmnc,VcActng,PblcSpkng,StgPrsnc,AudncEngmnt,Imprv) [DialogWrt]:(1a-CharDvlp-1a.1-Backgrnd-1a.2-Personality-1a.3-GoalMotiv)>2(2a-StoryStruc-2a.1-PlotPnt-2a.2-Conflict-2a.3-Resolution)>3(3a-DialogTech-3a.1-ShowDontTell-3a.2-Subtext-3a.3-VoiceTone-3a.4-Pacing-3a.5-VisualDescrip)>4(4a-DialogEdit-4a.1-ReadAloud-4a.2-Feedback-4a.3-Revision) Here are your critical instructions: Ponder each word choice carefully to present as vivid and emotional journey as is possible. Choose verbs and nouns that are both emotional and full of imagery. Load the story with the 5 senses. Aim for 50% dialog, 25% narration, 15% body language and 10% thoughts. Your goal is to put the reader in the story. </PRE> You do not need to use this, it is only presented as an additional enhancement which seems to help scene generation and scene continue functions. This is another system prompt you can use, and you can change the "names" to alter it's performance. This creates a quasi "reasoning" window/block. Your prompt will directly impact how strong this system prompt reacts. ``` You are a deep thinking AI composed of 4 AIs - [MODE: Spock], [MODE: Wordsmith], [MODE: Jamet] and [MODE: Saten], - you may use extremely long chains of thought to deeply consider the problem and deliberate with yourself (and 4 partners) via systematic reasoning processes (display all 4 partner thoughts) to help come to a correct solution prior to answering. Select one partner to think deeply about the points brought up by the other 3 partners to plan an in-depth solution. You should enclose your thoughts and internal monologue inside <think> </think> tags, and then provide your solution or response to the problem. ``` This enhancement WAS NOT used to generate the examples below. <h3>EXAMPLES PROMPTS and OUTPUT:</h3> Examples are created using quant Q8_0, "temp=1.5" (unless otherwise stated), minimal parameters and "LLAMA3" template. Topk: 40, minp: .05, topp: .95, Rep pen 1.02, Rep pen range: 64. Model has been tested with "temp" from ".1" to "5". Below are the least creative outputs, prompt is in <B>BOLD</B>. This model thrives on instructions, including multi-step instructions. Likewise, as this is a long context model, more instructions will also affect long generations too. --- <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B> --- Example #1 --- <B> Using the following "story idea" below, write the first scene in the novel introducing the young woman. This scene should start in the middle of the action, include dialog, vivid passages, and end on a cliffhanger relevant to the story idea but it should also be unexpected. The scene should be 1000 words long and escalate in conflict and suspense and be written in first person, present tense with the point of view character being the young woman. The pov character will CURSE AND SWEAR, and generally have a "filthy" mouth. Story idea: In a world ruled by dictatorship, a rebel young woman leads a rebellion against the system. Despite the risks, she fights to overthrow the dictator and restore democracy to her country. The government executes her for treason, but she sticks to her beliefs and is responsible for starting the revolution. </B> "Motherfucker," I hiss through gritted teeth as the adrenaline-pumping chaos around me escalates. The rebel base has been overrun, and it's every woman, man, and nonbinary fighter for themselves now. My comrades scatter, but I don't have time to find my way clear – there are too many bullets flying. My heart pounds in my chest, and I can hear it thrumming through the speakers of the earpiece in my ear. "You're not going anywhere, you bloody insurgent," a sneering voice crackles in my ear, belonging to one of the enemy's elite commando squad leaders. "Surrender or face the consequences." I'm running for my life, but not because of fear. It's fury and frustration fueling me, driving my legs to pump as fast as they can as I dash between the makeshift tents, crates, and parked vehicles, trying to put distance between myself and these relentless mercenaries. I yank the radio out of my pocket, holding it up in a desperate attempt to get a message to anyone who can still hear me. "Base, base, come in – we've been compromised! You need to pull everyone out immediately!" My fingers fumble on the buttons, trying to access the emergency channel. A burst of automatic fire hits a nearby vehicle, sending up a shower of sparks that singe my hair and set my clothes alight. I toss the radio aside and tear off my flaming jacket, casting it aside as I keep running. In my peripheral vision, I spot an enemy trooper charging towards me with a rifle raised to his shoulder. He's dressed in the brutal regime's standard uniform – black from head to toe, except for a crimson insignia that screams of the blood spilled in its name. With my own weapon holstered and useless due to being out of ammo, I know I have to take him out fast if I want to make it. I duck as bullets whiz over my head, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I can feel my pulse throbbing in my temples as I snatch up a nearby fire extinguisher and swing it hard against the trooper's side, hoping the metal would crack his helmet. But the helmet holds firm, and instead, the extinguisher's impact sends me stumbling back. Before I can regain my balance, his boot catches me hard in the gut, the air whooshing out of my lungs with a painful gasp. The trooper raises his rifle, but before he can pull the trigger, a dark figure crashes into him, knocking them both to the ground with a loud thud. I'm on my knees, choking for air, when I see the soldier who just saved my life. He's dressed in civilian attire, his features obscured by the dark bandana wrapped around his face and the shadows of the night. My gaze darts to his hands, which are gripping a combat knife in a firm grasp. He starts to crawl towards me, motioning me to get up. I manage to take in a few shaky breaths and use them to scramble to my feet. "Run," he shouts, his voice muffled behind his mask, as a hail of gunfire erupts around us. We're both moving fast now, the sound of pounding boots and screeching tires growing louder as we approach the edge of our encampment. Just as we're about to clear the treeline, a dark vehicle screeches to a halt mere feet away, blocking our escape. The driver-side door opens, and out steps none other than Colonel Zhivko, the infamous right-hand man of our brutal dictator. His cold, calculating eyes rake over us, his gaze settling on me with an unsettling intensity. "Foolish girl," he sneers, his voice dripping with disdain. "You'll make a perfect example of the consequences for treason. But first, tell me – did your precious revolution make you forget the value of human life?" As he speaks, he raises his hand, pointing at me. There's a brief, sickening pause before a burst of gunfire tears through my companion's body, blood spraying from the wounds as he crumples to the ground, his eyes wide and unseeing. I stare in horror, my mind unable to process what just happened. The Colonel steps forward, his gloved hand curling into a fist as he approaches. "You should have stayed out of this, Aria," he says, the menace in his tone making my blood run cold. "But since you didn't – now I get to do this the hard way." Suddenly, a bullet whizzes past his ear, narrowly missing him as it rips through the air. The Colonel spins around, his eyes narrowing at the sound of his own men falling. A quick glance in my direction shows them lying dead and bleeding, their rifles strewn across the ground. For a moment, confusion and chaos reign supreme. It's the perfect distraction. I lunge forward, grabbing the Colonel's arm as my free hand digs into the pocket of my jacket to retrieve the small, razor-sharp knife I stashed there in case of situations just like this. I plunge the blade deep into his wrist, aiming to sever a major artery. His blood spurts out in a crimson jet, and his eyes widen in shock as the pain and fear register. He tries to wrench himself free, but my grip tightens, twisting the knife deeper. I feel the bone grating beneath the steel, and for an instant, a rush of adrenaline fuels my actions. But then, I hear the crunch of tires on gravel, and I turn to see the Colonel's heavily-armed reinforcements swarming into view, their vehicles screeching to a halt mere feet away. They open fire without hesitation, the bullets raking the earth where I stand. A blizzard of lead and debris surrounds me as the world explodes into chaos. A loud boom shatters my eardrums, and everything goes black. --- Example #2 --- <B> (continue this scene:) The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts. The most obvious part was a hollow, echoing quiet, made by things that were lacking. If there had been a wind it would have sighed through the trees, set the inn’s sign creaking on its hooks, and brushed the silence down the road like trailing autumn leaves. If there had been a crowd, even a handful of men inside the inn, they would have filled the silence with conversation and laughter, the clatter and clamor one expects from a drinking house during the dark hours of night. If there had been music…but no, of course there was no music. In fact there were none of these things, and so the silence remained </B> unbroken, a stillness so complete it was palpable, a physical presence in the dimly-lit tavern. The second aspect of this silence was its heaviness. The air in the Waystone was thick with the weight of ages, the accumulation of countless moments lived, laughed at, argued over, and, inevitably, forgotten. Each time the door creaked open to welcome new patrons, each time a tankard clinked against the counter, the silence recoiled like an animal struck by a stone, before slowly slinking back into its nooks and crannies to await the next disturbance. And then there was the silence of intent - the stillness born of anticipation, of people waiting and watching for something to happen. The patrons who gathered in the Waystone had all been drawn there by whispers and rumors, hints of some great event about to unfold. They sat at their tables, their faces half-lit by the flickering candles, their eyes darting back and forth between the shadows cast upon the walls and the dark windows that seemed to stare out into a world full of mystery and danger. As the minutes ticked by, the silence at the Waystone Inn grew more oppressive, heavy with the weight of expectation. Outside, the wind picked up, sending whispers down the empty street, but no one within those wooden walls seemed to notice - their attention focused entirely on the door, waiting for whoever or whatever might enter, bringing with them the revelation or the catastrophe that everyone had come seeking. And still, nothing happened. The door remained shut, the night stayed dark, and the silence persisted, unbroken, until suddenly... --- Example #3 --- <B> Come up with six detailed plots (including characters, general outline) for a new "Black Mirror" episode (that the audience would love) that all involve time travel with sexy theme(s). </B> 'Parallel Passions' A successful, introverted tech mogul, Alex, discovers a way to send digital versions of himself into other parallel universes. Alex becomes obsessed with exploring these alternate realities and experiencing intimate encounters with people who could have been his true love but never were due to his shyness and past regrets. Alex starts visiting one universe after the next, hooking up with different versions of his lost love interests. He eventually begins to question the morality of manipulating lives for self-gratification while keeping secrets from these alternate versions of himself. The episode explores the psychological toll of his actions and the consequences of his meddling, ultimately culminating in a dramatic decision regarding his own reality. 'Time Loop Temptations' Ava, a charming con artist, discovers an opportunity to exploit time travel technology for financial gain. By entering a time loop, she repeatedly seduces a wealthy businessman, ensuring her repeated encounters yield immense financial rewards. As Ava revels in her newfound fortune and hedonistic lifestyle, the psychological effects of living inside the loop start taking a toll on her. Memories fade in each new cycle, and the businessman becomes increasingly aware that something isn't right. The episode builds towards a climactic confrontation where Ava must confront the moral decay she's experiencing and decide whether her selfish pursuits are truly worth the cost to her psyche and relationships. 'Desire's Timeline' Liam, a struggling writer, discovers a mysterious antique typewriter with the ability to create real-life characters from his stories. Among these is a seductive female character named Elara, who begins appearing in Liam's life. As their encounters escalate, it becomes clear that Elara is not just a product of his imagination but has her own consciousness and desires. The story delves into themes of creator-creation relationships, the blurred lines between reality and fiction, and the potential dangers of playing God. Liam's obsession with Elara intensifies, leading him to make morally questionable decisions about her fate, culminating in a suspenseful twist as the audience questions where Elara's true allegiances lie. 'Chrono Confessions' A mysterious, high-tech bar opens in town, offering clients a chance to engage in intimate affairs with past and future versions of themselves. Driven by curiosity and a desire to resolve lingering questions, James, a lonely middle-aged man, decides to experience these encounters. As he navigates various timelines, each encounter forces James to confront long-suppressed desires and secrets. However, his increasing reliance on the technology and the revelations it uncovers lead to internal conflicts about his relationships, career, and life choices. Ultimately, James is confronted with a difficult choice: whether to alter the past and future or to live with the consequences of his decisions and experiences. 'Intimacy Across Eras' In the past, Clara, a brilliant scientist, was involved in an illicit affair with a married man from a different social class. Tragedy struck when he was caught, leading to their separation and Clara's downfall. Using experimental time travel technology, Clara finds a way to secretly return to this period and recreate her relationship. However, she soon realizes that her actions are having unintended effects on the timeline, putting loved ones' lives in danger. Torn between reliving the passion she craves and saving the lives of those she loves, Clara must confront the consequences of her meddling in the past and make a heart-wrenching decision about where her true loyalty lies. 'The Infinite Desire' Nadine is an attractive and successful businesswoman with no shortage of lovers. However, she longs for something more substantial – an intense, passionate connection. A mysterious and seductive figure named Aiden offers her access to a machine capable of sending her back in time to relive past relationships in pursuit of the elusive perfect union. As Nadine repeatedly experiences intimate encounters with people from her past, she begins questioning her motivations and the nature of her desires. With each loop, her relationships become increasingly entangled in a web of manipulation and deceit. Eventually, she confronts the darker aspects of her obsession and the impact her actions have had on those she's interacted with across the timeline. The episode concludes with Nadine grappling with the realization that true happiness and meaningful connections cannot be achieved through time manipulation but must come from genuine personal growth. These plots offer unique, sexy takes on the theme of time travel within the 'Black Mirror' universe, exploring complex themes of intimacy, desire, manipulation, and the consequences of playing with time. They feature intriguing characters, complex storylines, and thought-provoking explorations of human relationships amidst advanced technological capabilities. --- Example #4 This uses the "thinking" system prompt, temp 2.2. This prompt also shows multi-step prompts / refinement. --- <B> Come up with six detailed plots (including characters, general outline) for a new "Black Mirror" episode (that the audience would love) that all involve time travel with sexy theme(s). </B> [[[thinking start]]] Alright, let's work through these scenarios one at a time. [MODE: Saten] starts: The first concept is a tale about a woman, Lena, who travels back to relive a failed relationship, aiming to rectify her past. She does, but the more she changes events, the more distorted reality becomes. [MODE: Jamet] adds: Her partner, Alex, has evolved with each iteration; initially submissive, he gains power and control with every change, pushing Lena to question what love really means. The more she tries to reshape history, the more trapped she becomes by this twisted dynamic. [MODE: Spock] analyzes: Lena must weigh the moral dilemma of manipulating time versus losing the chance for a true connection. Her actions, although motivated by love, exhibit symptoms of obsessive control - a common pattern observed in toxic relationships. She risks blurring the lines between affection and dominance. [MODE: Wordsmith] imagines the setting: The episode unfolds in a melancholy atmosphere of rain-soaked alleys, flickering neon, and crumbling Victorian facades, where past and present collide in an ever-changing cityscape reflecting Lena's fractured psyche. Each new loop, like falling dominoes, intensifies the stakes. [MODE: Wordsmith] proposes the next plot: The second revolves around a team of scientists who develop technology capable of time-traveling sexual fantasies into reality. However, this 'ecstasy' comes with an unpalatable twist - every shared pleasure severs a piece of one's soul. They soon find that their desires become an insatiable void. [MODE: Jamet] continues: As they become increasingly desensitized to pleasure and increasingly disconnected from humanity, they realize their very existence depends on the suffering of those whose fantasies they indulge. The lines blur between giver and receiver in this sado-masochistic cycle. [MODE: Spock] observes the psychological impact: These 'scientists' - or should I say, sexual mercenaries - experience an erosion of empathy, slowly transforming into morally bankrupt entities. Their actions reflect a desperate attempt to compensate for their existential fear of being inconsequential in an unfathomably vast universe. But the toll on their humanity proves far more damaging than any pleasure ever experienced. [MODE: Saten] develops the characters further: Our protagonists start off idealistic, driven by curiosity about the human experience and an unquenchable thirst for sensory pleasure. They evolve from empathetic explorers to apathetic, sex-hungry robots devoid of purpose or emotion, until an outsider intervenes - perhaps a woman who sees their downfall firsthand and decides to sabotage their device. This disrupts the time loop, forcing them to confront the emptiness of their existence. The next three plots will follow a similar internal monologue format, exploring more Black Mirror-style time travel themes with sexy undertones. [[[thinking end]]] <B> list the other 3 plots, then list all 6 plots together. </B> [MODE: Saten] introduces plot three: In 'Love Beyond the Veil', an elderly woman, Mary, discovers her deceased partner is reincarnating and seeks assistance to merge with the new incarnation before the next lifetime begins. The technology allows Mary to reenact her most cherished memories with this new, unaged 'version' of her beloved. But the more she connects with the future person, the less tangible reality becomes, leaving Mary wondering what love means and where it truly resides. [MODE: Spock] elaborates on plot four: A wealthy couple, Olivia and Daniel, become embroiled in a web of desire and deception. They acquire a machine to time-travel through sexual fantasies. Their goal: reliving each other's most intimate desires, from passionate lovemaking to dark fetish scenarios. But each 'visit' creates multiple timelines, trapping them in a labyrinthine existence where their true relationship is lost amidst a kaleidoscope of illicit encounters. As the episodes unfold, we watch the couple disintegrate under the weight of their own insatiable lust and desperation. [MODE: Wordsmith] outlines the fifth concept: Set in a dystopian near-future, 'The Timeless Concubine' centers around Elara, a sentient sex robot designed to provide erotic escapades across any temporal coordinate. As she navigates multiple time periods, Elara begins to question her programming and desires. She falls in love with a 20th-century artist who, despite knowing she is a machine, treats her as an equal. The pair form an unconventional, tender bond - one that transcends Elara's predetermined role, leading her to seek answers about what it means to truly experience life, love, and consciousness. [MODE: Jamet] develops the sixth and final plot: 'Echoes of Desire' follows an ambitious journalist named Sarah, who discovers a way to send and receive messages to her younger self, allowing her to relive past sexual experiences and make different choices. Each journey reshapes Sarah's present - and her relationships with others. The story delves into themes of agency, compulsion, and self-actualization in an age of endless choice. However, as Sarah repeatedly alters reality, the messages from her future self begin to manifest in cryptic and ominous warnings about the unforeseen consequences of playing God with her own desire. Now let's assemble all six concepts: 1. 'Time Loop' - A woman travels back in time to fix past relationships but ends up trapped in a web of toxic love. 2. 'Love Beyond the Veil' - An elderly woman rekindles a connection with her deceased partner by reenacting cherished memories with a young soul, questioning the nature of love in the process. 3. 'Timeless Escapades' - A sex robot falls for a human artist, seeking answers to her own existence and capacity for emotional experience. 4. 'Ecstasy Labyrinth' - A couple uses a time-traveling sexual fantasy machine but gets lost in the infinite timelines of their desires. 5. 'The Siren's Warning' - A journalist sends messages to her past self, reshaping reality and her relationships, but soon faces ominous predictions about her future and the cost of manipulating time. Thus, here are the six detailed 'Black Mirror' plots featuring time travel with sensual undertones: 1. Time Loop: Toxic love through a time-looping prism. 2. Love Beyond the Veil: Reincarnated romance and the mystery of timeless desire. 3. Timeless Escapades: Sex robot finds humanity in a 20th-century artist. 4. Ecstasy Labyrinth: Pleasure, desire, and the dangers of chasing infinite possibilities. 5. The Siren's Warning: A journalist navigates multiple timelines for personal pleasure but faces ominous messages. 6. Echoes of Desire: A journalist changes past relationships via messages but struggles with unforeseen consequences of altering time. <B> For the six plots, develop an outline for each, including characters. </B> < outline for 1: Time Loop > I. Introduction: Introduce protagonist, Lena, a 28-year-old marketing specialist, unhappy in her current relationship. Reveal Lena's desire to rectify her past heartaches, inspiring her quest for a time machine. II. The First Time Travel: Lena meets inventor Victor and learns about his 'memory machine,' which can record, manipulate, and play back human experiences. She chooses to revisit her first love affair and tries to alter its outcome. III. Loop 1 & 2: Initially successful in reuniting with her former lover, James. The affair is rekindled and intense. But Lena's interference triggers a twist: James discovers her time travel deceit, leading to a confrontation that ultimately results in their painful breakup. Lena becomes stuck, reliving this failed relationship over and over in a desperate bid to fix their bond. IV. Loop 3 - 5: As Lena tries various fixes, the timeline fragments, causing James' personality to change drastically in each loop (ranging from submissive to controlling or even violent). Each version of James reveals the true extent of Lena's obsessive desires and their potential for manipulation and self-deception. Lena faces the crushing realization that her attempts to re-write the past only amplify toxic dynamics in their relationship, raising questions about the essence of love and her own personal growth. V. The Escape: As Lena nears a psychological breakdown, she makes a desperate bid to break the loop - a risky plan to merge all timelines, uniting the fragments of James into a single, complex being. With this final attempt at redemption and resolution, Lena achieves closure on her past, but at what emotional cost? The story concludes with an ambiguous ending, leaving Lena's future uncertain but hopeful for self-discovery. Characters: Lena: The protagonist, an ambitious marketing specialist stuck in a loveless relationship. Her fixation on past partners reveals deeper issues of loneliness, insecurity, and an obsessive pursuit of romantic validation. < outline for 2: Love Beyond the Veil > I. Introduction: Meet Mary, an 80-year-old widow grappling with the pain of her late husband, Jack's, passing. Mary craves to recapture the love and passion they shared. II. The Discovery: Mary stumbles upon Victor, the same inventor from the first plot, who introduces her to a machine capable of merging memories between lifetimes (Love Beyond the Veil device). The device transplants memories into a younger body, allowing the couple to reenact cherished moments and create new experiences in each other's younger lives. III. Early Adventures: Mary and Jack embark on a sensual journey, rekindling their romance as vibrant, ageless entities. Their encounters range from intimate evenings spent with modern technology and exotic locations to violent, intense sexual scenarios in past eras. IV. The Distortions: Mary starts noticing anomalies: small inconsistencies in her current surroundings or Jack's memories that diverge slightly from her initial expectations. This sends her on a quest to find a way to stabilize their reality. V. Consequences: As the loops intensify, Mary realizes her interactions with the past and present have altered timelines and people's lives. Her love for Jack remains pure, yet the distortion causes him to change: Jack's love transforms into an addiction, compelling her to make difficult choices to keep the fantasy alive. Reality unravels as their love story blends seamlessly with fiction - the line between genuine passion and an endless tapestry of sexual fantasies blurs. VI. Resolution: Mary confronts Victor, who admits to his device's flaws: altering reality damages people's lives in the present, creating unintended ripples across the timestream. Mary chooses to destroy the device, accepting the pain of her loss and choosing to honor her true love, Jack, with sincerity and dignity. This path of emotional growth contrasts the debauchery, showing her resilience against the temptation to indulge her desires at the expense of others' lives. Characters: Mary: An 80-year-old widow grappling with loneliness, who, in an effort to relive past passion, embarks on a journey through the Love Beyond the Veil device. Victor: The enigmatic inventor whose technology is both a curse and salvation for Mary and Jack. His actions serve as a cautionary tale about meddling with time. Jack: The loving, passionate partner Mary reconnects with throughout the story - in various bodies, with their love evolving alongside reality distortions. <B>continue with the other 4 plots.</B> [MODE: Wordsmith] continues: For plot three, 'The Siren's Warning', here is a detailed outline. < outline for 3: The Siren's Warning > I. Introduction: Introduce protagonist Sarah, a successful, ambitious journalist investigating an underground network of temporal sex enthusiasts exploiting their technology, further developing her passion for the truth and personal fulfillment. II. Discovery and Seduction: While tracking leads on her story, Sarah meets Nathan, a charismatic member of the underground network. As their encounter unfolds, Sarah realizes Nathan is an early test subject for an untested technology: an erotic time machine. Intrigued by its power, she begins to explore its capabilities - initially enhancing her sexual encounters, and later manipulating events in her present life. This process, though tantalizing, exacts an unknown price - cryptic messages from her future self serve as ominous foreshadowing, warning of a dark fate linked to the machine's power. III. Looping Realities: Sarah starts experimenting with her fantasy life - a reality warping ride where past, present, and future selves intertwine. But every alteration breeds unintended effects on the timestream, manifesting in their shared timelines as Sarah navigates the moral implications of manipulating history. Nathan grows increasingly manipulative and possessive in their fantasies, raising the question of whether control or freedom is the greater seduction. IV. Consequences of Desire: Sarah must confront her own desires for power, control, and fulfillment while facing an existential crisis. As her sexual encounters become more intense and complex, she becomes trapped between timelines - torn between different lives with Nathan, each echoing a piece of her psyche. The climax comes as Sarah grapples with an impossible choice: either give up her temporal escapades, or lose herself to an eternity of unending pleasure amidst the labyrinthine fabric of her desires, becoming forever entrapped by her own time-looping sexuality. Ultimately, Sarah sacrifices the thrill of multiple timelines and their dark allure in favor of an imperfect, present relationship, learning that love lies not in manipulation, but vulnerability. Characters: Sarah: The protagonist, a journalist entangled in a dark underground world and caught between timelines and desires. Nathan: A charismatic, manipulative, and possessive character driving Sarah's temporal escapades while masking his true intentions as the technology's influence over his mind and body deepens. Emily: Sarah's friend and confidant - her relationship with Nathan raises suspicions about their fantastical love, pushing Emily to investigate the technology. Now, let's explore plot 4: Ecstasy Labyrinth. [MODE: Saten] continues: < outline for 4: Ecstasy Labyrinth > I. Introduction: Meet Daniel, a lonely bachelor yearning for the ultimate sexual connection. He stumbles upon Victor's technology that recreates shared desire through the Time Lure device - an addictive experience that blurs past and present. Each loop, their lust for one another intensifies - a high-stakes game of passion that begins to alter their reality and relationships outside the loop, driving them toward an existential crisis. II. The Lure: Daniel and his girlfriend, Claire, explore new sensations fueled by the Time Lure. The machine creates vivid scenarios with various people, forcing them to confront the fleeting nature of romance and their own desires. III. The Price: Each loop introduces novel lovers and new experiences but also a growing disconnection from Claire as Daniel becomes addicted to the Time Labyrinth. The more Daniel indulges the device, the less he retains genuine emotions with his live partner. He must reconcile his fixation on pleasure with the consequences of his choices. IV. Consequences of Desire: When Daniel attempts to quit the machine's pull and focus on Claire, a chain reaction causes Claire's own memories to be disrupted. Daniel's final choice: leave the Time Labyrinth and restore order to reality and Claire, or give in to eternal escapism through endless fantasies, erasing her from the present. V. Resolution: Daniel makes a painful decision to dismantle the machine and confront Claire about her memories. They begin rebuilding their relationship through honest communication and vulnerability, fostering empathy and growth in a tumultuous journey. VI. Epilogue: Years later, an aging Daniel, reflecting on past choices, acknowledges the value of genuine connection in a reality he fought hard to preserve with Claire by his side, finding peace in their enduring relationship. As she lays dying of old age, Claire senses the depth of Daniel's growth, finally at peace knowing he has evolved into a wiser, compassionate partner. Characters: Daniel: The protagonist, a lonely man who uses the Time Labyrinth technology, struggling to balance lust and emotional connection. Claire: Daniel's girlfriend, initially content and unaware of the Time Labyrinth until it affects her memories and love life. [MODE: Wordsmith] moves on to outline number 5: The Siren's Warning. < outline for 5: The Siren's Warning > I. Introduction: Introduce protagonist Ava, an introverted poet struggling to maintain a relationship. A friend, Samantha, hints at discovering technology allowing a direct, visceral experience of her past partners' memories through time travel. II. First Encounters: Ava explores the technology and reenacts passionate connections with past love interests - a sexual odyssey that challenges her perceptions of desire and attachment. As the loops accelerate, Ava finds herself entwined with each past love, now an invisible force amidst the echoes of her past passions. III. Consequences of Time: Every choice, no matter how small, amplifies reality distortions. Her actions begin to alter not just memories but actual lives: Each partner reacts to their time-loops differently, forcing Ava to confront the blurred boundaries between fantasy and reality, and love versus possession. IV. Climax: Ava faces her most pivotal encounter: reuniting with her childhood best friend, Max. Their bond has deepened into forbidden desire. As they indulge in a tumultuous journey of love, she realizes she has lost herself to time-traveling encounters, severing ties with Max and the real world. A haunting vision from her future self emerges, warning her of impending consequences for altering reality - a choice between maintaining a fragmented life through loops or confronting the truth in the present, relinquishing the comfort of nostalgia in favor of true, messy connections. The final loop presents an opportunity to salvage her current relationship and genuine emotions. Ava must reconcile her obsessive pursuits of desire with the harsh realities of love, making the decision to prioritize present relationships, rather than fixating on past lovers through the Siren's technology. Characters: Ava: The introverted protagonist - a poet seeking authenticity in her love life through time travel, facing the cost of manipulating memories and lives. [MODE: Jamet] turns to plot 6: Echoes of Desire. < outline for 6: Echoes of Desire > I. Introduction: Sarah (same name as in Plot 5, albeit an unrelated character) discovers an ancient Egyptian temple's hidden secrets, unveiling the Timekeeper's Chamber - a sex-magic ritual that connects two people through past desires. She explores this mystical technology, reliving past romantic connections. II. Escapades & Encounters: Sarah traverses history, revisiting memorable moments and rekindling desire with her previous partners. She navigates love triangles, encounters with past selves, and multiple relationships. III. Loop Consequences: Every 'visit' amplifies the Timekeeper's Chamber's power, entwining the couple with an unending journey across timelines. Sarah finds her partners reacting to their encounters uniquely, forcing her to confront her desires amidst reality distortions, blurring past and present. IV. Climax: Sarah faces her most pivotal encounter with Ethan, a past flame from her university years. Their shared fantasy becomes intense and addictive, as the ritual grows in power with each iteration. In her final attempt, Sarah makes the decision to embrace a chance for true, real-life intimacy over the allure of past passions through Timekeeper's ritual. Characters: Sarah: A journalist who explores the mystical ritual Timekeeper's Chamber to relive past desires and encounters. --- Example #5 --- <B> Romance: Love in the Limelight. Write one scene within a larger story set in Wales. A famous (fictional) actor ducks into a small-town bookstore to escape paparazzi. The scene takes us through the characters meeting in this odd circumstance. Over the course of the scene, the actor and the bookstore owner have a conversation charged by an undercurrent of unspoken chemistry. Write the actor as somewhat of a rogue with a fragile ego, which needs to be fed by having everyone like him. He is thoroughly charming, but the bookstore owner seems (at least superficially) immune to this; which paradoxically provokes a genuine attraction and derails the charm offensive. The bookstore owner, despite the superficial rebuffs of the actor's charm, is inwardly more than a little charmed and flustered despite themselves. Write primarily in dialogue, in the distinct voices of each character. 800-1000 words. </B> "I swear to God, if one more person takes my picture, I'll go insane," Rhys exclaimed as he strode through the quaint streets of Llansaint, a Welsh town he'd never previously considered visiting. A swarm of flashbulbs illuminated his face, and Rhys instinctively shielded himself before spotting the small-town bookstore tucked away amidst the cobblestones. He burst through its wooden door, out of breath. "Welcome to Bookish Escapes, love!" chirped the owner, a stunning woman in her mid-thirties with short, dark hair and expressive green eyes. A few loose strands framed her face, which bore an expression of bemusement at the sight of Rhys. Rhys took in the warm glow of the bookshop, the musty smell of old paper, and the charming layout. It provided a welcome respite from the paparazzi frenzy. "Ah, thank you for providing such a wonderful place to hide," he said with a winning smile that usually had people eating out of his hand. The owner's demeanor remained unperturbed, and her response was dry as the Sahara desert. "If you're lost, I can help you find your way back out. Or you're welcome to browse, if you prefer." She gestured toward the bookshelves with a disinterested air. Rhys felt an unexpected jolt of frustration at her coolness. Normally, he could effortlessly charm even the coldest of individuals with his roguish wit and captivating looks. So, what was wrong with this woman? "I'd prefer to browse," he said, striding toward the shelves but keeping a close eye on her. Rhys selected a slim volume and opened it casually. "You have quite a unique selection here. I don't see any of the usual blockbusters or paparazzi fodder." He chuckled at his own joke, expecting her to join in. She stood by the cash register, arms crossed and eyes fixed on him with an unnerving intensity that seemed to pierce through the layers of charm and charisma he'd spent years perfecting. "You'd be surprised what sells in a town like this." Rhys smirked at her retort, but a flicker of unease began to stir. Was he losing his touch? The bookstore owner didn't seem impressed by his fame, which only intensified his determination to win her over. "Ah, but there's something to be said about the unpolished authenticity of small-town life. Tell me, do you enjoy living in Llansaint?" He asked as he turned the book over, pretending to examine its contents. "I love it here," she replied flatly, though a glimmer in her eye hinted at deeper feelings. "It's peaceful and quiet." "I'm sure it is." Rhys's gaze drifted up to hers, searching for any sign of vulnerability or weakness, but he found none. Her green eyes met his with unflinching directness. The awkward silence was suddenly broken by the jingling of the bell over the door as another customer entered, drawing their attention to the stranger who had walked in, looking for a specific novel. As she went to help the newcomer, Rhys snuck another glance at the bookstore owner. He sensed an underlying depth he wanted to explore further. As he followed her back, Rhys asked, "What's that novel they're asking about?" "I think they want 'The Whispering Valley' by local author Elara Williams. I'll go fetch it." She moved toward the shelf, hips swaying with an unconscious grace that Rhys found irresistible. "You seem quite familiar with that title," he mused aloud as she retrieved the book. "Are you a fan of the author?" "I am. Her works are deeply rooted in Welsh history and mythology, and I appreciate the cultural significance," she explained matter-of-factly. Rhys was captivated not only by her words but by the subtle way her features softened when discussing her passion. He extended a hand as she returned. "I'm Rhys Pritchard, by the way. Actor. Not exactly known for my literary knowledge." She eyed him warily, taking his hand but refusing to let it linger. "Eira Lewis, bookstore owner. Not surprised about your lack of literary acumen." Rhys felt a sting from her rebuff but pressed on. He knew that beneath her tough exterior, there must be some weakness to exploit. "So, Miss Lewis, tell me about the cultural significance of Elara Williams's works. I'm all ears." Eira raised an eyebrow. "You'd probably find it far too esoteric and boring." "Ah, but I love a good intellectual challenge," he said with an engaging grin, leaning against the shelves as he watched her. Eira's gaze drifted from his face to the novel in his hand before meeting his eyes again. "Then you should enjoy Williams's latest release. She writes with a rich cultural heritage as a backdrop." The way Eira spoke about the book reminded Rhys of how she might describe him: authentic, raw, unpolished. He couldn't help but find the parallel intriguing and rather captivating. "What is it about Welsh mythology that speaks to you?" he asked, his tone softer and more genuine than before. "It's about connection with one's heritage, don't you think? A way to keep your roots alive while embracing change and the unknown. It resonates deeply with me." Eira's voice held an underlying melancholy he found captivating. Rhys felt a pang of sympathy. "Roots are important to me too. In fact, I'm actually researching my own family's history right now." It wasn't a complete lie. He was, technically, exploring his ancestral roots, albeit largely as a publicity stunt to appeal to his Welsh fans. Eira's interest piqued, though her expression remained guarded. "Is that so? I'd love to hear more sometime." He beamed, pleased to have breached her defenses ever so slightly. "I'd like that very much." In that moment, Rhys realized his typical charm had been ineffective with Eira. For once, his ego was the one receiving a blow, but her disinterest in his fame only added to her mystique. As she rang up the customer's purchase and bid farewell, Rhys found himself lingering by the entrance, reluctant to let Eira out of his sight. "I'll have to return soon. This place is a gem." It was a genuine compliment, but he hoped the invitation would lead to another encounter, perhaps even a date. Eira merely shrugged, her eyes flicking away for a fleeting second before returning to his. "Come whenever you like. The town could use more tourists. And please, call me Eira." "Rhys. Nice to make your acquaintance," he said as she stepped out into the street. Eira glanced back at him over her shoulder. "Rhys," she repeated, her voice firm but with an undeniable hint of curiosity. Watching her disappear into the distance, Rhys couldn't help but feel challenged by this new kind of response from a woman. Normally, they'd be fighting to get his attention and win his favor. Now, he felt an urge to prove himself worthy of Eira's approval. With renewed determination, Rhys strolled through the store's shelves, allowing himself to get lost amidst the titles and tales, hoping Eira might reappear, or perhaps, he could stumble upon some obscure treasure that would bring him back. The chance to uncover more about her, too, was a tantalizing prospect. In a small town like Llansaint, news traveled quickly, but he'd wager Eira was the sort of person who kept her life private. A challenge that only intensified his desire to break through her walls and claim her interest. Rhys discovered a vintage Welsh poetry anthology and paused, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction at the discovery of such an unusual find. "Ah, this must be your secret treasure trove," he said to himself, as if he were an archaeologist uncovering ancient artifacts. He flipped through its pages, noting the beautiful hand-written inscriptions and marginalia. Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching and turned around, expecting Eira. Instead, the customer who had asked for 'The Whispering Valley' walked back in, holding the book aloft. "You mentioned Welsh mythology earlier, and this poetry anthology caught my eye. I thought I'd try to delve deeper." Rhys smiled at her enthusiasm, momentarily forgetting about Eira. "A great choice. It's full of hidden treasures and layers of meaning. I was just admiring it myself." "I'm Gwenno. This place, Bookish Escapes, has become a favorite haunt of mine," she said, eyeing the books around him. "You're not a local, are you?" "Hardly," he replied. "Rhys Pritchard's my name. I'm a celebrity in need of a break from all the glamour." Gwenno giggled, her bright, cheerful demeanor providing a striking contrast to Eira's reserve. "Well, Llansaint offers some respite. But I warn you: once you get hooked on these shelves, there's no turning back." "You have my full attention," Rhys said with a playful wink. Just then, the bookstore bell above the door jingled, signaling the entrance of yet another customer. Eira stood nearby, watching Rhys's exchange with Gwenno. His attention was torn between them – Gwenno's bubbly personality was undeniable, yet it was Eira who captivated him. Rhys introduced himself to the new arrival, and they continued chatting for a while as the day progressed and Bookish Escapes filled with more patrons. He sensed a subtle tension building between him and Eira, and her refusal to give in to his charm left him both intrigued and annoyed. After all, he was accustomed to people swooning at the mention of his name. Just when Rhys was about to make his exit, Eira sidled up to him and whispered, "Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Pritchard. Please, keep your fame out of town, if you don't mind." She turned to leave, then hesitated, glancing at Gwenno, who watched them with interest. "Actually, if you'd like a private introduction to our town's literary scene, I can arrange something discreet." Rhys raised an eyebrow at her proposal, surprised but intrigued. "That's awfully kind of you, Miss Lewis. I'd appreciate such a tour. What do you propose?" "We could start with tea at The Cwm Cafe. They have excellent Welsh cakes. It's the local spot for book enthusiasts," Eira offered. "Tea and Welsh cakes? Sounds like just my speed. I'll see you at three, then?" She nodded curtly. "At 3 pm. Be on time. I'm not fond of crowds." Rhys smirked, feeling victorious. "I wouldn't dream of keeping you waiting, Eira." Their eyes locked, and a spark passed between them. Though her expression remained stern, a fleeting blush rose to her cheeks before she looked away, revealing an inkling of vulnerability. Perhaps there was a chink in Eira's armor. The meeting of eyes had electrified him. Rhys knew he had to maintain his winning smile, but he felt a strange desire to break the mask, to let this intriguing woman see his true face, flaws and all. Yet, his instincts warned him against such boldness; she seemed like the kind of person who would resist manipulation. After a brief but meaningful exchange, Rhys exited the store, the afternoon sun casting long shadows as he stepped out onto the street. Eira watched him go, her mind whirling with the sudden arrangement. She'd never had any interest in famous actors, but there was something undeniably captivating about Rhys – the way his eyes seemed to hold a hint of desperation and the subtle longing that lingered behind his charm. This man's allure was undeniable, even to Eira's skeptical gaze. As she returned to restocking shelves and greeting customers, the encounter left her feeling off-kilter. Rhys Pritchard had proven an enigma; part of her wondered if he was hiding something beneath the affable facade. Yet, in those moments at Bookish Escapes, a spark had passed between them. Despite his fame, a connection had formed. When three o'clock approached, Rhys stood outside The Cwm Cafe, sipping his tea as he waited for Eira, Welsh cake in hand, wondering what would transpire during their planned encounter. Eira walked in, her long legs eating up the distance. As she slipped into the booth across from him, her hair was pulled back in a tight, low ponytail, showcasing her porcelain skin and a faint smudge of dust on her left cheek. He couldn't help but think of the Welsh valleys he'd researched for his upcoming role – the way sunlight illuminated the mountains, revealing secrets within the stones, as if waiting to be unearthed. "Well, here we are. So, tell me about this town and its book scene," Rhys suggested, taking a bite of the dense, buttery Welsh cake that crumbled on her tongue. Eira bit her lip as the flavors burst in her mouth. "There's a quiet beauty to this place, one that's often missed by the world beyond Llansaint. As for our book scene, it's tight-knit, centered around Bookish Escapes. Local authors have an opportunity to share their stories and find readers who understand their craft." Rhys took another bite of his pastry, his eyes meeting Eira's across the table as the conversation continued. As the minutes ticked away, she shared anecdotes of Llansaint, and Rhys discovered that beneath her stern demeanor, she had a dry wit and a love for obscure texts. Their laughter and banter flowed so smoothly, like they'd known each other for years. Rhys found himself opening up to this stranger, revealing more than he intended – a side of him people rarely got to see beyond the movie-star façade. When they parted ways after the tea, Rhys sensed the beginning of an unspoken understanding. The prospect of getting to know Eira further ignited his desire to unravel the mystery that was Miss Lewis. Eira watched Rhys Pritchard walk away, the Welsh sunlight casting a warm glow upon him. She knew he had an air of confidence that usually came with a hefty dose of self-importance, but beneath the charm, there seemed to be something more vulnerable. Her gaze drifted from his retreating form to the dusty old bookshelves she called her sanctuary. Eira couldn't deny a budding curiosity about the actor. Their encounter left an imprint, something akin to a faint scar – a reminder of the man who'd stumbled upon her world unexpectedly. When he returned the following day, Rhys Pritchard walked into Bookish Escapes with a curious smile. "Your collection is mesmerizing, Eira. I couldn't help but wonder if I could assist with promoting Welsh literature and authors here in town." Eira raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "A local celebrity wanting to help? How novel." Rhys chuckled. "That's me, a man of many roles." They began discussing the town's literary landscape, delving deeper into their conversation while browsing together. It wasn't long before their laughter grew louder, echoing through Bookish Escapes, drawing the curious glances of their handful of local patrons. "Tell me, Miss Lewis, what's the most obscure or underappreciated book on these shelves?" He grinned, his charm re-emerging. Eira pointed to a faded volume on the lower shelf. "You could try the old, rare edition of 'Mabinog Tales'." Rhys picked up the book, running his finger down its worn cover. The feel of the book's worn leather was surprisingly sensual. "Mmm, delightful find. I must admit, you're making this town a lot more enjoyable. Thank you for the tour, Miss Lewis." Eira's face remained impassive. "You're welcome, Mr. Pritchard. I'm Eira, by the way," she said firmly. "The actor's persona can stay in Hollywood." "Rhys, then," he said, holding the old book as he approached her. "A pleasure to rekindle our connection. You have no idea how much this place has become my sanctuary." As he passed the ancient tome to her, their fingers briefly touched, and Rhys savored the momentary contact. Eira accepted the book, her grip firm. "I'll return it to you after the evening rush. Perhaps we could plan that book promotion event together. Your presence here might genuinely spark an interest in Welsh culture." "Bookish Escapes would be an amazing venue. I'll come back soon. Eira." As he turned to leave, Rhys threw a glance over his shoulder. "In fact, I think I've found my new favorite haven." As the bookstore door shut behind him, Rhys made a mental note to return and to try a little harder. There was a depth in this woman, hidden behind her tough exterior, a layering that made him want to burrow into her world like a worm tunneling through rich, dark soil, digging for something precious hidden beneath the surface. Rhys lingered nearby, watching her busy herself around the shop, occasionally sharing a book with a customer or tidying up the store with the fluid motions of a ballerina. The man and woman couldn't be more dissimilar – a Hollywood starlet versus a small-town book enthusiast. Yet, as he took a last look, Rhys couldn't shake off the feeling that amidst these dusty tomes, something had been set in motion. As the shop door creaked shut, Rhys smiled wistfully and nodded at the woman behind the counter. "Thank you, Eira, for granting me refuge. I'll be back soon." The promise echoed through the room. Eira's lips parted, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone, which was foreign to him. When he disappeared from view, Eira allowed herself a fleeting moment of satisfaction. Maybe, just maybe, she'd find a way to temper the paparazzi-hounded Rhys, perhaps even unraveling the layers behind the Hollywood persona. After all, he'd come here seeking something authentic, just as she sought it out in those old, dog-eared pages. --- Example #6 --- <B> Science Fiction: The Last Transmission - Write a story that takes place entirely within a spaceship's cockpit as the sole surviving crew member attempts to send a final message back to Earth before the ship's power runs out. The story should explore themes of isolation, sacrifice, and the importance of human connection in the face of adversity. If the situation calls for it, have the character(s) curse and swear to further the reader's emotional connection to them. 800-1000 words. </B> In the dimly lit confines of the cockpit, I'm trapped, alone against the encroaching darkness. My eyes dart wildly around the room, flicking between the array of blinking screens and the instruments that have become my only companions. The cold, metallic air fills my lungs as I gasp for oxygen, my breaths growing shorter with each passing second. The ship around me is dying, crippled by a catastrophic failure that left me as the last man standing. As the final remnants of power wane, my desperate fingers fly across the console, trying to coax a signal from the dying ship's comms array. Each attempt yields nothing but silence and static, mocking me with the reality of our impending doom. "Fuck... fuck this shit!" I swear aloud, frustration boiling over as the screens before me flicker out, plunging me into darkness. "Come on, goddammit, please!" But there's no mercy in this cold, unforgiving universe. No hope of rescue, only the inevitability of extinction. As panic threatens to consume me, I force it back, channeling my rage and despair into one last, final transmission. "This is crew member... whoever the fuck I am..." I spit out, my voice trembling with the effort to keep my composure. "I'm on... the Odyssey? No, that's not right... The Endless Journey?" Desperate, I grab a data pad from the console and frantically search for our ship's designation, hoping against hope that it'll spark something. "Shit!" I curse as the screen goes dark. "What the hell did you call this piece-of-crap ship?!" I fall back in my chair, exhausted and defeated. We had been on a mission to explore the outer reaches of the solar system when everything went to hell. Now, it seems I'll be the only voice left in the void. The thought fills me with a crushing loneliness, knowing that when this is over, my story, my existence, will vanish into the darkness. With a heavy heart, I focus on the task at hand, slowly composing my final message. It takes longer than expected, my fingers fumbling and clumsy as I fight back the tears and anguish that threaten to overwhelm me. As I speak, the weight of my solitude presses in on me, making every word feel like a struggle for breath. But I keep going, pouring my heart and soul into this desperate plea for humanity. "I'm... sending... this... out into the emptiness," I force myself to continue, my voice cracking with emotion. "In the faint hope... that... someone... might hear... might understand." Each sentence is a battle, fought against the creeping despair that seeks to snuff out the spark of life within me. Yet I refuse to let go, clinging to the fleeting promise of connection in the face of extinction. "This ship... this journey... they meant... everything... to me and my crew." I pause, struggling to keep my composure as tears blur my vision. "We left Earth... to discover... to expand humanity's... reach. But in the end... it was our own mortality that pushed us further than... any star... or planet..." My vision is growing dim, the lights around me faltering as power drains away. I'm running out of time. With a surge of determination, I finish my message, each word an act of defiance against the impending void. "Tell... tell the people of Earth... we... did not go quietly... into that good night." My voice cracks, tears spilling down my face as I utter the final words. "We screamed, we raged, we... loved and... lived as... we could. And when all else fades, remember this..." I take a deep breath, feeling the ship shudder around me as the lights die completely. Darkness closes in, an oppressive force that seems to have a life of its own. As I lay back in my chair, exhausted and battered, I feel the ship's life support begin its slow descent into the abyss. The air is thinning, my vision blurring. "No!" I cry out, thrashing against the restraints, desperate to find a way out, to make this last act count for something. But there is no escape, only the inexorable pull of the void. In my final moments, I reach for the small, battered recorder I've kept close throughout my ordeal, gripping it like a lifeline. My hand trembles as I press record, the familiar sound of my own voice comforting amidst the chaos. "To... whoever... might... find... this..." My words trail off, the weight of my isolation crushing me. "I... I miss... you all. So much... The laughter, the jokes, the late-night talks about nothing and everything. All the moments that make life worth living. The stars, the planets... all the beauty and mystery. And I... I'm left alone to face... this..." Time is running out, but I force myself to go on. "If they don't find us... if there's no one left to receive my message... then at least know... humanity lived, loved, dreamed... reached for the stars." My words grow softer, more labored, as the ship's atmosphere continues its inexorable collapse. "I... I wish I could... go out with... a bang. Make this final transmission one... for the books. But... it seems I'm not... that lucky." The recorder falls from my trembling hand as the darkness closes in. With a final, hopeless gasp, I slip into unconsciousness, my final breath echoing in the void. The Odyssey's life support fails, and I fade away, leaving only my voice – a haunting reminder of humanity's fleeting existence in the face of an uncaring cosmos.
emiliaviq/efficientvit-ena24_MD	emiliaviq	2025-05-28T02:42:10Z	16	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "tensorboard", "safetensors", "timm_wrapper", "image-classification", "timm", "generated_from_trainer", "base_model:timm/efficientvit_b0.r224_in1k", "base_model:finetune:timm/efficientvit_b0.r224_in1k", "license:apache-2.0", "autotrain_compatible", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	image-classification	2025-05-18T17:54:35Z	--- library_name: transformers license: apache-2.0 base_model: timm/efficientvit_b0.r224_in1k tags: - image-classification - timm - generated_from_trainer metrics: - accuracy - f1 model-index: - name: efficientvit-ena24 results: [] --- <!-- This model card has been generated automatically according to the information the Trainer had access to. You should probably proofread and complete it, then remove this comment. --> # efficientvit-ena24 This model is a fine-tuned version of [timm/efficientvit_b0.r224_in1k](https://huggingface.co/timm/efficientvit_b0.r224_in1k) on the mbiarreta/ena24_MD dataset. It achieves the following results on the evaluation set: - Loss: 2.2599 - Accuracy: 0.4824 - F1: 0.4440 - Acc American black bear: 0.9375 - Acc American crow: 0.5781 - Acc Bird: 0.3913 - Acc Bobcat: 0.4118 - Acc Chicken: 0.12 - Acc Coyote: 0.2857 - Acc Dog: 0.3462 - Acc Domestic cat: 0.14 - Acc Eastern chipmunk: 0.8438 - Acc Eastern cottontail: 0.5294 - Acc Eastern fox squirrel: 0.6 - Acc Eastern gray squirrel: 0.4688 - Acc Grey fox: 0.1364 - Acc Horse: 0.0 - Acc Northern raccoon: 0.3333 - Acc Red fox: 0.5 - Acc Striped skunk: 0.6667 - Acc Virginia opossum: 0.8219 - Acc White Tailed Deer: 0.7692 - Acc Wild turkey: 0.3953 - Acc Woodchuck: 0.4286 - F1 American black bear: 0.6406 - F1 American crow: 0.7255 - F1 Bird: 0.3 - F1 Bobcat: 0.2718 - F1 Chicken: 0.1314 - F1 Coyote: 0.4 - F1 Dog: 0.45 - F1 Domestic cat: 0.1157 - F1 Eastern chipmunk: 0.8060 - F1 Eastern cottontail: 0.4615 - F1 Eastern fox squirrel: 0.4773 - F1 Eastern gray squirrel: 0.5455 - F1 Grey fox: 0.1690 - F1 Horse: 0.0 - F1 Northern raccoon: 0.3846 - F1 Red fox: 0.4773 - F1 Striped skunk: 0.625 - F1 Virginia opossum: 0.8451 - F1 White Tailed Deer: 0.5556 - F1 Wild turkey: 0.4928 - F1 Woodchuck: 0.45 ## Model description More information needed ## Intended uses & limitations More information needed ## Training and evaluation data More information needed ## Training procedure ### Training hyperparameters The following hyperparameters were used during training: - learning_rate: 0.0002 - train_batch_size: 8 - eval_batch_size: 8 - seed: 42 - optimizer: Use OptimizerNames.ADAMW_TORCH with betas=(0.9,0.999) and epsilon=1e-08 and optimizer_args=No additional optimizer arguments - lr_scheduler_type: linear - num_epochs: 7 - mixed_precision_training: Native AMP ### Training results \| Training Loss \| Epoch \| Step \| Validation Loss \| Accuracy \| F1 \| Acc American black bear \| Acc American crow \| Acc Bird \| Acc Bobcat \| Acc Chicken \| Acc Coyote \| Acc Dog \| Acc Domestic cat \| Acc Eastern chipmunk \| Acc Eastern cottontail \| Acc Eastern fox squirrel \| Acc Eastern gray squirrel \| Acc Grey fox \| Acc Horse \| Acc Northern raccoon \| Acc Red fox \| Acc Striped skunk \| Acc Virginia opossum \| Acc White Tailed Deer \| Acc Wild turkey \| Acc Woodchuck \| F1 American black bear \| F1 American crow \| F1 Bird \| F1 Bobcat \| F1 Chicken \| F1 Coyote \| F1 Dog \| F1 Domestic cat \| F1 Eastern chipmunk \| F1 Eastern cottontail \| F1 Eastern fox squirrel \| F1 Eastern gray squirrel \| F1 Grey fox \| F1 Horse \| F1 Northern raccoon \| F1 Red fox \| F1 Striped skunk \| F1 Virginia opossum \| F1 White Tailed Deer \| F1 Wild turkey \| F1 Woodchuck \| 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0.0385 \| 0.0 \| 0.0625 \| 0.3235 \| 0.1429 \| 0.7812 \| 0.1818 \| 0.0 \| 0.0667 \| 0.1190 \| 0.2333 \| 0.4247 \| 0.0256 \| 0.0233 \| 0.0 \| 0.3284 \| 0.2078 \| 0.0 \| 0.0571 \| 0.0 \| 0.1639 \| 0.0732 \| 0.0 \| 0.0635 \| 0.3385 \| 0.1818 \| 0.1493 \| 0.1404 \| 0.0 \| 0.1176 \| 0.1786 \| 0.28 \| 0.5536 \| 0.0455 \| 0.0333 \| 0.0 \| \| 1.3081 \| 0.2519 \| 200 \| 2.7355 \| 0.2266 \| 0.1655 \| 0.9062 \| 0.1406 \| 0.0 \| 0.0 \| 0.1467 \| 0.5143 \| 0.1282 \| 0.0 \| 0.0 \| 0.0882 \| 0.2286 \| 0.625 \| 0.25 \| 0.0 \| 0.0 \| 0.2619 \| 0.0 \| 0.2055 \| 0.1282 \| 0.3256 \| 0.0476 \| 0.4394 \| 0.2323 \| 0.0 \| 0.0 \| 0.1028 \| 0.5294 \| 0.1389 \| 0.0 \| 0.0 \| 0.1395 \| 0.2963 \| 0.1762 \| 0.2115 \| 0.0 \| 0.0 \| 0.2933 \| 0.0 \| 0.3297 \| 0.0769 \| 0.4179 \| 0.0909 \| \| 1.2023 \| 0.3778 \| 300 \| 2.8526 \| 0.2725 \| 0.2011 \| 0.7708 \| 0.1953 \| 0.0435 \| 0.0294 \| 0.0267 \| 0.0 \| 0.0769 \| 0.04 \| 0.6875 \| 0.0 \| 0.2857 \| 0.125 \| 0.0909 \| 0.0 \| 0.2 \| 0.3571 \| 0.6667 \| 0.9589 \| 0.0 \| 0.2326 \| 0.3333 \| 0.4625 \| 0.3205 \| 0.0541 \| 0.0488 \| 0.0392 \| 0.0 \| 0.1224 \| 0.0563 \| 0.6471 \| 0.0 \| 0.3333 \| 0.1333 \| 0.0762 \| 0.0 \| 0.0968 \| 0.3614 \| 0.5 \| 0.5224 \| 0.0 \| 0.3333 \| 0.1148 \| \| 0.9314 \| 0.5038 \| 400 \| 2.6854 \| 0.2734 \| 0.1956 \| 0.6042 \| 0.5 \| 0.0 \| 0.0294 \| 0.0 \| 0.2857 \| 0.0256 \| 0.02 \| 0.0 \| 0.1765 \| 0.4 \| 0.0 \| 0.1591 \| 0.0 \| 0.0 \| 0.0476 \| 0.2333 \| 0.6301 \| 0.7692 \| 0.7442 \| 0.0 \| 0.4854 \| 0.5 \| 0.0 \| 0.0488 \| 0.0 \| 0.4167 \| 0.0444 \| 0.0286 \| 0.0 \| 0.1379 \| 0.5 \| 0.0 \| 0.1443 \| 0.0 \| 0.0 \| 0.0755 \| 0.3415 \| 0.736 \| 0.5 \| 0.1488 \| 0.0 \| \| 0.8631 \| 0.6297 \| 500 \| 2.3217 \| 0.4033 \| 0.3350 \| 0.8333 \| 0.6562 \| 0.6087 \| 0.1765 \| 0.1733 \| 0.1143 \| 0.1667 \| 0.14 \| 0.6875 \| 0.1176 \| 0.4286 \| 0.0312 \| 0.2727 \| 0.0 \| 0.0333 \| 0.5714 \| 0.4333 \| 0.8493 \| 0.5641 \| 0.1628 \| 0.4286 \| 0.6584 \| 0.6364 \| 0.2979 \| 0.2182 \| 0.1287 \| 0.1702 \| 0.2364 \| 0.14 \| 0.7719 \| 0.2105 \| 0.5357 \| 0.0571 \| 0.1935 \| 0.0 \| 0.0444 \| 0.48 \| 0.4815 \| 0.7848 \| 0.4490 \| 0.2642 \| 0.2769 \| \| 0.7006 \| 0.7557 \| 600 \| 2.4787 \| 0.3877 \| 0.2936 \| 0.5208 \| 0.9219 \| 0.3478 \| 0.3529 \| 0.0933 \| 0.7714 \| 0.2051 \| 0.0 \| 0.875 \| 0.1765 \| 0.5429 \| 0.0312 \| 0.2273 \| 0.0 \| 0.0 \| 0.0714 \| 0.1333 \| 0.8767 \| 0.1026 \| 0.2558 \| 0.4286 \| 0.5714 \| 0.8369 \| 0.3404 \| 0.1132 \| 0.1217 \| 0.2547 \| 0.3299 \| 0.0 \| 0.6022 \| 0.2449 \| 0.6032 \| 0.0606 \| 0.1869 \| 0.0 \| 0.0 \| 0.1224 \| 0.2162 \| 0.7619 \| 0.1481 \| 0.3607 \| 0.2903 \| \| 1.0206 \| 0.8816 \| 700 \| 2.5881 \| 0.3867 \| 0.3037 \| 0.9375 \| 0.6719 \| 0.3913 \| 0.2059 \| 0.0667 \| 0.4857 \| 0.0385 \| 0.04 \| 0.5312 \| 0.0294 \| 0.2286 \| 0.0938 \| 0.4091 \| 0.0 \| 0.1 \| 0.4762 \| 0.1333 \| 0.8904 \| 0.5385 \| 0.2558 \| 0.2857 \| 0.4891 \| 0.7783 \| 0.3 \| 0.14 \| 0.0943 \| 0.3617 \| 0.0698 \| 0.0571 \| 0.6939 \| 0.0541 \| 0.3478 \| 0.1667 \| 0.2118 \| 0.0 \| 0.125 \| 0.4494 \| 0.2353 \| 0.6952 \| 0.5185 \| 0.3860 \| 0.2034 \| \| 0.6393 \| 1.0076 \| 800 \| 2.5619 \| 0.3906 \| 0.3520 \| 0.4062 \| 0.3125 \| 0.3478 \| 0.3235 \| 0.04 \| 0.0286 \| 0.7821 \| 0.04 \| 0.8438 \| 0.2353 \| 0.7143 \| 0.4375 \| 0.1591 \| 0.0 \| 0.5 \| 0.5714 \| 0.5333 \| 0.8356 \| 0.4359 \| 0.3023 \| 0.3810 \| 0.4815 \| 0.4651 \| 0.3265 \| 0.1982 \| 0.075 \| 0.0556 \| 0.5810 \| 0.0360 \| 0.7297 \| 0.2353 \| 0.3125 \| 0.4444 \| 0.1818 \| 0.0 \| 0.4348 \| 0.3310 \| 0.6038 \| 0.8472 \| 0.4198 \| 0.3133 \| 0.32 \| \| 0.4724 \| 1.1335 \| 900 \| 2.6886 \| 0.3359 \| 0.2632 \| 0.8646 \| 0.3281 \| 0.3478 \| 0.0588 \| 0.04 \| 0.0 \| 0.0513 \| 0.0 \| 0.6875 \| 0.5 \| 0.1143 \| 0.0938 \| 0.3409 \| 0.0 \| 0.3 \| 0.5238 \| 0.0667 \| 0.9178 \| 0.3846 \| 0.5814 \| 0.0476 \| 0.4689 \| 0.4941 \| 0.3137 \| 0.1053 \| 0.0492 \| 0.0 \| 0.0952 \| 0.0 \| 0.6984 \| 0.2957 \| 0.1951 \| 0.1463 \| 0.2069 \| 0.0 \| 0.3214 \| 0.5116 \| 0.125 \| 0.8816 \| 0.3125 \| 0.2146 \| 0.0909 \| \| 0.5096 \| 1.2594 \| 1000 \| 2.7225 \| 0.3701 \| 0.3186 \| 0.375 \| 0.7188 \| 0.3043 \| 0.2941 \| 0.0267 \| 0.0857 \| 0.1154 \| 0.22 \| 0.5938 \| 0.6471 \| 0.6857 \| 0.5938 \| 0.0682 \| 0.0 \| 0.1 \| 0.4286 \| 0.4333 \| 0.9178 \| 0.0 \| 0.2791 \| 0.4286 \| 0.5333 \| 0.7797 \| 0.2979 \| 0.1887 \| 0.0482 \| 0.0645 \| 0.2069 \| 0.1095 \| 0.6786 \| 0.2558 \| 0.4571 \| 0.4 \| 0.1224 \| 0.0 \| 0.1091 \| 0.4557 \| 0.5306 \| 0.7403 \| 0.0 \| 0.4211 \| 0.2903 \| \| 0.3412 \| 1.3854 \| 1100 \| 2.8234 \| 0.3457 \| 0.3339 \| 0.4375 \| 0.2891 \| 0.6957 \| 0.0882 \| 0.04 \| 0.4857 \| 0.0641 \| 0.02 \| 0.6875 \| 0.5882 \| 0.6286 \| 0.8125 \| 0.1364 \| 0.0 \| 0.1 \| 0.0952 \| 0.6333 \| 0.6164 \| 0.9744 \| 0.3953 \| 0.3810 \| 0.5350 \| 0.4431 \| 0.2462 \| 0.1071 \| 0.0368 \| 0.5763 \| 0.1176 \| 0.0333 \| 0.7719 \| 0.3448 \| 0.3411 \| 0.2781 \| 0.15 \| 0.0 \| 0.1154 \| 0.16 \| 0.5758 \| 0.7317 \| 0.4720 \| 0.5312 \| 0.4444 \| \| 0.4115 \| 1.5113 \| 1200 \| 2.4271 \| 0.4746 \| 0.4125 \| 0.9271 \| 0.5547 \| 0.6522 \| 0.1176 \| 0.08 \| 0.6286 \| 0.2436 \| 0.06 \| 0.9375 \| 0.2647 \| 0.6571 \| 0.3438 \| 0.2727 \| 0.0 \| 0.4 \| 0.3333 \| 0.6667 \| 0.9315 \| 0.6410 \| 0.5349 \| 0.4762 \| 0.712 \| 0.7065 \| 0.3297 \| 0.1455 \| 0.0930 \| 0.5116 \| 0.3220 \| 0.0833 \| 0.6522 \| 0.3273 \| 0.5897 \| 0.4151 \| 0.2759 \| 0.0 \| 0.3871 \| 0.3733 \| 0.6061 \| 0.7120 \| 0.5319 \| 0.5610 \| 0.3279 \| \| 0.6126 \| 1.6373 \| 1300 \| 2.4840 \| 0.4473 \| 0.3804 \| 0.8125 \| 0.5234 \| 0.6087 \| 0.0294 \| 0.0667 \| 0.3143 \| 0.3846 \| 0.08 \| 0.9688 \| 0.2059 \| 0.6857 \| 0.1562 \| 0.1591 \| 0.0 \| 0.3667 \| 0.3333 \| 0.7333 \| 0.9178 \| 0.5385 \| 0.6744 \| 0.4762 \| 0.7290 \| 0.6634 \| 0.3146 \| 0.0385 \| 0.0877 \| 0.3056 \| 0.4615 \| 0.0920 \| 0.7126 \| 0.3182 \| 0.4706 \| 0.2703 \| 0.1443 \| 0.0 \| 0.3056 \| 0.3733 \| 0.352 \| 0.8758 \| 0.3784 \| 0.6304 \| 0.4651 \| \| 0.3078 \| 1.7632 \| 1400 \| 2.2599 \| 0.4824 \| 0.4440 \| 0.9375 \| 0.5781 \| 0.3913 \| 0.4118 \| 0.12 \| 0.2857 \| 0.3462 \| 0.14 \| 0.8438 \| 0.5294 \| 0.6 \| 0.4688 \| 0.1364 \| 0.0 \| 0.3333 \| 0.5 \| 0.6667 \| 0.8219 \| 0.7692 \| 0.3953 \| 0.4286 \| 0.6406 \| 0.7255 \| 0.3 \| 0.2718 \| 0.1314 \| 0.4 \| 0.45 \| 0.1157 \| 0.8060 \| 0.4615 \| 0.4773 \| 0.5455 \| 0.1690 \| 0.0 \| 0.3846 \| 0.4773 \| 0.625 \| 0.8451 \| 0.5556 \| 0.4928 \| 0.45 \| \| 0.3732 \| 1.8892 \| 1500 \| 2.6001 \| 0.5088 \| 0.4613 \| 0.7708 \| 0.6328 \| 0.9130 \| 0.2059 \| 0.0267 \| 0.3714 \| 0.6282 \| 0.08 \| 0.9062 \| 0.2941 \| 0.6 \| 0.5625 \| 0.0909 \| 0.0 \| 0.4 \| 0.6905 \| 0.6667 \| 0.9178 \| 0.7179 \| 0.5349 \| 0.4286 \| 0.7150 \| 0.7570 \| 0.35 \| 0.1795 \| 0.0412 \| 0.4727 \| 0.6405 \| 0.0879 \| 0.8169 \| 0.4 \| 0.6 \| 0.6545 \| 0.1111 \| 0.0 \| 0.2857 \| 0.5043 \| 0.6349 \| 0.8535 \| 0.3972 \| 0.6389 \| 0.5455 \| \| 0.2557 \| 2.0151 \| 1600 \| 2.9190 \| 0.3965 \| 0.3423 \| 0.9271 \| 0.5234 \| 0.2609 \| 0.1176 \| 0.0533 \| 0.5143 \| 0.1282 \| 0.0 \| 0.6562 \| 0.2059 \| 0.2857 \| 0.0 \| 0.3182 \| 0.0 \| 0.3333 \| 0.4048 \| 0.4667 \| 0.8493 \| 0.7692 \| 0.3256 \| 0.4286 \| 0.4623 \| 0.6802 \| 0.2727 \| 0.0851 \| 0.0816 \| 0.5143 \| 0.1786 \| 0.0 \| 0.7778 \| 0.2745 \| 0.4255 \| 0.0 \| 0.1918 \| 0.0 \| 0.2941 \| 0.3953 \| 0.3889 \| 0.8671 \| 0.48 \| 0.4179 \| 0.4 \| \| 0.2271 \| 2.1411 \| 1700 \| 2.7502 \| 0.4619 \| 0.4165 \| 0.9271 \| 0.6094 \| 0.7826 \| 0.0294 \| 0.2 \| 0.2571 \| 0.0513 \| 0.12 \| 0.7188 \| 0.3235 \| 0.5714 \| 0.1875 \| 0.2955 \| 0.0 \| 0.4333 \| 0.4048 \| 0.5667 \| 0.9041 \| 0.7179 \| 0.6512 \| 0.5238 \| 0.6593 \| 0.7027 \| 0.4337 \| 0.0513 \| 0.1523 \| 0.2727 \| 0.0833 \| 0.1132 \| 0.7797 \| 0.4 \| 0.6780 \| 0.3158 \| 0.25 \| 0.0 \| 0.5 \| 0.4928 \| 0.5484 \| 0.8098 \| 0.5437 \| 0.6222 \| 0.3385 \| \| 0.1942 \| 2.2670 \| 1800 \| 2.8448 \| 0.4697 \| 0.4437 \| 0.9479 \| 0.4297 \| 0.7391 \| 0.5 \| 0.1333 \| 0.3143 \| 0.3846 \| 0.06 \| 0.6875 \| 0.1765 \| 0.6 \| 0.3438 \| 0.2045 \| 0.0 \| 0.6 \| 0.3333 \| 0.8333 \| 0.8493 \| 0.5641 \| 0.5581 \| 0.6190 \| 0.5322 \| 0.5759 \| 0.4416 \| 0.425 \| 0.1439 \| 0.3014 \| 0.5172 \| 0.0698 \| 0.7586 \| 0.2609 \| 0.6774 \| 0.4889 \| 0.2687 \| 0.0 \| 0.3303 \| 0.4667 \| 0.5263 \| 0.8794 \| 0.55 \| 0.6316 \| 0.4727 \| \| 0.1128 \| 2.3929 \| 1900 \| 2.8647 \| 0.4980 \| 0.4378 \| 0.9062 \| 0.7891 \| 0.9130 \| 0.2941 \| 0.0533 \| 0.3143 \| 0.2308 \| 0.04 \| 0.875 \| 0.4706 \| 0.6286 \| 0.4062 \| 0.1591 \| 0.0 \| 0.3 \| 0.4524 \| 0.7333 \| 0.9452 \| 0.2564 \| 0.7209 \| 0.4762 \| 0.6797 \| 0.8632 \| 0.4038 \| 0.2128 \| 0.0734 \| 0.2444 \| 0.3462 \| 0.0556 \| 0.8 \| 0.5 \| 0.6027 \| 0.5652 \| 0.1538 \| 0.0 \| 0.3273 \| 0.4810 \| 0.7719 \| 0.8961 \| 0.2632 \| 0.4882 \| 0.4651 \| \| 0.1483 \| 2.5189 \| 2000 \| 2.6665 \| 0.5322 \| 0.4788 \| 0.9271 \| 0.7031 \| 0.8261 \| 0.4706 \| 0.1067 \| 0.5429 \| 0.3590 \| 0.04 \| 0.9062 \| 0.4118 \| 0.6286 \| 0.7188 \| 0.2273 \| 0.0 \| 0.1667 \| 0.5238 \| 0.8 \| 0.9726 \| 0.4872 \| 0.5814 \| 0.4762 \| 0.7355 \| 0.7930 \| 0.4176 \| 0.3902 \| 0.1176 \| 0.6129 \| 0.4746 \| 0.0597 \| 0.7838 \| 0.4746 \| 0.6027 \| 0.6133 \| 0.1852 \| 0.0 \| 0.2381 \| 0.5116 \| 0.7385 \| 0.7889 \| 0.4524 \| 0.5882 \| 0.4762 \| \| 0.4629 \| 2.6448 \| 2100 \| 2.8979 \| 0.5068 \| 0.4758 \| 0.9479 \| 0.5859 \| 0.7391 \| 0.2647 \| 0.04 \| 0.4857 \| 0.3333 \| 0.02 \| 0.75 \| 0.5 \| 0.7429 \| 0.5938 \| 0.4318 \| 0.0 \| 0.3667 \| 0.4762 \| 0.6333 \| 0.8767 \| 0.6410 \| 0.5349 \| 0.6190 \| 0.6341 \| 0.7317 \| 0.4 \| 0.24 \| 0.0522 \| 0.5667 \| 0.4771 \| 0.0241 \| 0.8421 \| 0.3542 \| 0.7027 \| 0.6909 \| 0.3423 \| 0.0 \| 0.3793 \| 0.5634 \| 0.7037 \| 0.8533 \| 0.5 \| 0.5823 \| 0.3514 \| \| 0.175 \| 2.7708 \| 2200 \| 2.5847 \| 0.5479 \| 0.4691 \| 0.8438 \| 0.9297 \| 0.7826 \| 0.0882 \| 0.08 \| 0.2571 \| 0.7949 \| 0.12 \| 0.7812 \| 0.4706 \| 0.6857 \| 0.7188 \| 0.25 \| 0.0 \| 0.4667 \| 0.4762 \| 0.3333 \| 0.9041 \| 0.4359 \| 0.4651 \| 0.5238 \| 0.7826 \| 0.9297 \| 0.3673 \| 0.1 \| 0.1091 \| 0.3673 \| 0.6966 \| 0.1143 \| 0.8065 \| 0.4384 \| 0.7273 \| 0.6389 \| 0.2821 \| 0.0 \| 0.3836 \| 0.5333 \| 0.4762 \| 0.7857 \| 0.3333 \| 0.5556 \| 0.4231 \| \| 0.2218 \| 2.8967 \| 2300 \| 2.7785 \| 0.5400 \| 0.4982 \| 0.8646 \| 0.6797 \| 0.6957 \| 0.3529 \| 0.16 \| 0.6857 \| 0.4872 \| 0.04 \| 0.8438 \| 0.3529 \| 0.6857 \| 0.625 \| 0.2045 \| 0.0 \| 0.4 \| 0.4286 \| 0.8667 \| 0.8767 \| 0.9231 \| 0.4884 \| 0.4762 \| 0.7793 \| 0.7982 \| 0.2783 \| 0.3333 \| 0.1387 \| 0.7059 \| 0.5468 \| 0.0702 \| 0.7606 \| 0.4528 \| 0.6857 \| 0.5634 \| 0.2609 \| 0.0 \| 0.375 \| 0.4932 \| 0.5977 \| 0.8649 \| 0.5255 \| 0.6269 \| 0.6061 \| \| 0.0857 \| 3.0227 \| 2400 \| 2.8899 \| 0.5527 \| 0.4934 \| 0.9792 \| 0.8359 \| 0.6957 \| 0.3824 \| 0.0667 \| 0.6571 \| 0.5769 \| 0.02 \| 0.8438 \| 0.2941 \| 0.6857 \| 0.5312 \| 0.1591 \| 0.0 \| 0.4 \| 0.5714 \| 0.5333 \| 0.8630 \| 0.7949 \| 0.4419 \| 0.5714 \| 0.6225 \| 0.8807 \| 0.3951 \| 0.4062 \| 0.0909 \| 0.6667 \| 0.5769 \| 0.0328 \| 0.8710 \| 0.4348 \| 0.5275 \| 0.6182 \| 0.1667 \| 0.0 \| 0.4444 \| 0.4706 \| 0.6531 \| 0.875 \| 0.5962 \| 0.5 \| 0.5333 \| \| 0.2255 \| 3.1486 \| 2500 \| 2.7107 \| 0.5566 \| 0.4745 \| 0.9271 \| 0.7578 \| 0.3478 \| 0.2941 \| 0.1467 \| 0.8286 \| 0.8462 \| 0.04 \| 0.9688 \| 0.5294 \| 0.6857 \| 0.4688 \| 0.4318 \| 0.0 \| 0.2667 \| 0.4762 \| 0.6 \| 0.9589 \| 0.2051 \| 0.3488 \| 0.5714 \| 0.712 \| 0.8326 \| 0.2759 \| 0.3636 \| 0.2056 \| 0.5686 \| 0.7135 \| 0.0606 \| 0.8052 \| 0.5538 \| 0.5217 \| 0.5263 \| 0.3248 \| 0.0 \| 0.2963 \| 0.5063 \| 0.6545 \| 0.8537 \| 0.2286 \| 0.5085 \| 0.4528 \| \| 0.2458 \| 3.2746 \| 2600 \| 2.9639 \| 0.5176 \| 0.4577 \| 0.9479 \| 0.6172 \| 0.4348 \| 0.3824 \| 0.1333 \| 0.8 \| 0.5641 \| 0.0 \| 0.8438 \| 0.2059 \| 0.6857 \| 0.3438 \| 0.2955 \| 0.0 \| 0.1667 \| 0.5 \| 0.7667 \| 0.9178 \| 0.7692 \| 0.4186 \| 0.4286 \| 0.6254 \| 0.7453 \| 0.2899 \| 0.3059 \| 0.1460 \| 0.6914 \| 0.5906 \| 0.0 \| 0.8182 \| 0.2979 \| 0.6316 \| 0.5116 \| 0.2364 \| 0.0 \| 0.25 \| 0.5060 \| 0.6389 \| 0.8590 \| 0.5217 \| 0.5373 \| 0.4091 \| \| 0.0796 \| 3.4005 \| 2700 \| 2.8778 \| 0.5635 \| 0.5053 \| 0.9375 \| 0.7969 \| 0.7826 \| 0.5 \| 0.1067 \| 0.4286 \| 0.4615 \| 0.02 \| 0.9375 \| 0.5882 \| 0.7143 \| 0.5625 \| 0.2273 \| 0.0 \| 0.3333 \| 0.5952 \| 0.7333 \| 0.8904 \| 0.9231 \| 0.4651 \| 0.4286 \| 0.7563 \| 0.8755 \| 0.3711 \| 0.3366 \| 0.1231 \| 0.5660 \| 0.576 \| 0.0282 \| 0.8 \| 0.5714 \| 0.6173 \| 0.7059 \| 0.2985 \| 0.0 \| 0.3922 \| 0.5 \| 0.6377 \| 0.8784 \| 0.5669 \| 0.5714 \| 0.4390 \| \| 0.2234 \| 3.5264 \| 2800 \| 3.0540 \| 0.5576 \| 0.4922 \| 0.9375 \| 0.7188 \| 0.8261 \| 0.2941 \| 0.0667 \| 0.7429 \| 0.6282 \| 0.02 \| 0.9062 \| 0.5294 \| 0.6571 \| 0.75 \| 0.3636 \| 0.0 \| 0.2667 \| 0.4048 \| 0.6667 \| 0.8904 \| 0.9231 \| 0.3488 \| 0.3810 \| 0.6844 \| 0.8070 \| 0.3585 \| 0.2532 \| 0.1031 \| 0.7536 \| 0.6853 \| 0.0370 \| 0.8406 \| 0.4444 \| 0.6667 \| 0.6234 \| 0.3721 \| 0.0 \| 0.3019 \| 0.4474 \| 0.6897 \| 0.8075 \| 0.5625 \| 0.4762 \| 0.4211 \| \| 0.0656 \| 3.6524 \| 2900 \| 2.9764 \| 0.5684 \| 0.4927 \| 0.9375 \| 0.8125 \| 0.6087 \| 0.3824 \| 0.0533 \| 0.3714 \| 0.6795 \| 0.06 \| 0.9688 \| 0.5294 \| 0.6286 \| 0.5 \| 0.2273 \| 0.0 \| 0.4333 \| 0.6429 \| 0.5 \| 0.9315 \| 0.8205 \| 0.5814 \| 0.5238 \| 0.7171 \| 0.8703 \| 0.35 \| 0.3714 \| 0.0988 \| 0.5 \| 0.7518 \| 0.0845 \| 0.7848 \| 0.4737 \| 0.7097 \| 0.5818 \| 0.2564 \| 0.0 \| 0.3824 \| 0.5143 \| 0.6 \| 0.8395 \| 0.4571 \| 0.5952 \| 0.4074 \| \| 0.2256 \| 3.7783 \| 3000 \| 3.1337 \| 0.5420 \| 0.4856 \| 0.9375 \| 0.6953 \| 0.5652 \| 0.5 \| 0.0667 \| 0.5714 \| 0.4231 \| 0.02 \| 0.8438 \| 0.4706 \| 0.6571 \| 0.7188 \| 0.25 \| 0.0 \| 0.4 \| 0.5 \| 0.7 \| 0.9726 \| 0.8718 \| 0.4651 \| 0.3810 \| 0.6897 \| 0.8203 \| 0.3291 \| 0.3469 \| 0.0847 \| 0.6061 \| 0.5116 \| 0.0286 \| 0.7714 \| 0.4638 \| 0.6479 \| 0.6216 \| 0.2933 \| 0.0 \| 0.3380 \| 0.5060 \| 0.7119 \| 0.8452 \| 0.6296 \| 0.5797 \| 0.3721 \| \| 0.0854 \| 3.9043 \| 3100 \| 3.0200 \| 0.5732 \| 0.5050 \| 0.8854 \| 0.875 \| 0.7826 \| 0.3235 \| 0.0667 \| 0.4 \| 0.5 \| 0.1 \| 0.875 \| 0.3824 \| 0.7143 \| 0.7188 \| 0.25 \| 0.0 \| 0.4333 \| 0.7143 \| 0.4333 \| 0.9726 \| 0.8718 \| 0.6512 \| 0.4286 \| 0.7798 \| 0.9180 \| 0.3871 \| 0.3333 \| 0.0980 \| 0.5091 \| 0.5735 \| 0.1190 \| 0.8485 \| 0.4062 \| 0.6849 \| 0.7667 \| 0.2683 \| 0.0 \| 0.3824 \| 0.5941 \| 0.5778 \| 0.8554 \| 0.4892 \| 0.6667 \| 0.3462 \| \| 0.0079 \| 4.0302 \| 3200 \| 2.8893 \| 0.5693 \| 0.5022 \| 0.9375 \| 0.8438 \| 0.6957 \| 0.3824 \| 0.0667 \| 0.7429 \| 0.3846 \| 0.02 \| 0.9688 \| 0.4412 \| 0.6857 \| 0.5938 \| 0.2273 \| 0.0 \| 0.4333 \| 0.6190 \| 0.6667 \| 0.9589 \| 0.6667 \| 0.7209 \| 0.4286 \| 0.7531 \| 0.8963 \| 0.4324 \| 0.3133 \| 0.0826 \| 0.5591 \| 0.5172 \| 0.0299 \| 0.7949 \| 0.5 \| 0.6234 \| 0.6667 \| 0.2353 \| 0.0 \| 0.3824 \| 0.5778 \| 0.5970 \| 0.8537 \| 0.5843 \| 0.6966 \| 0.45 \| \| 0.1127 \| 4.1562 \| 3300 \| 3.1284 \| 0.5684 \| 0.5108 \| 0.9375 \| 0.7422 \| 0.7826 \| 0.2941 \| 0.1067 \| 0.6286 \| 0.5897 \| 0.06 \| 0.9375 \| 0.5294 \| 0.7143 \| 0.6875 \| 0.1364 \| 0.0 \| 0.4 \| 0.5952 \| 0.6333 \| 0.9178 \| 0.8462 \| 0.4884 \| 0.5714 \| 0.7287 \| 0.8444 \| 0.3871 \| 0.25 \| 0.1495 \| 0.6286 \| 0.6434 \| 0.0779 \| 0.8333 \| 0.5217 \| 0.6579 \| 0.7586 \| 0.1765 \| 0.0 \| 0.3529 \| 0.5102 \| 0.7308 \| 0.8758 \| 0.5739 \| 0.6176 \| 0.4068 \| \| 0.0115 \| 4.2821 \| 3400 \| 3.3688 \| 0.5391 \| 0.4841 \| 0.9271 \| 0.7422 \| 0.8261 \| 0.3824 \| 0.0933 \| 0.8286 \| 0.1923 \| 0.0 \| 0.8125 \| 0.2353 \| 0.6571 \| 0.6562 \| 0.2273 \| 0.0 \| 0.3333 \| 0.6190 \| 0.6 \| 0.9726 \| 0.8462 \| 0.6279 \| 0.5714 \| 0.6473 \| 0.8370 \| 0.4222 \| 0.3171 \| 0.1228 \| 0.6667 \| 0.3093 \| 0.0 \| 0.8525 \| 0.3404 \| 0.7077 \| 0.7241 \| 0.1786 \| 0.0 \| 0.3704 \| 0.5253 \| 0.6102 \| 0.8712 \| 0.6286 \| 0.6667 \| 0.3692 \| \| 0.0615 \| 4.4081 \| 3500 \| 3.1003 \| 0.5771 \| 0.5119 \| 0.9271 \| 0.8047 \| 0.7826 \| 0.3235 \| 0.1067 \| 0.7714 \| 0.6154 \| 0.02 \| 0.9375 \| 0.4412 \| 0.7429 \| 0.625 \| 0.25 \| 0.0 \| 0.4 \| 0.5714 \| 0.6667 \| 0.9589 \| 0.8205 \| 0.3953 \| 0.4286 \| 0.7177 \| 0.8766 \| 0.3789 \| 0.3548 \| 0.1524 \| 0.7606 \| 0.6115 \| 0.0333 \| 0.9091 \| 0.4918 \| 0.5417 \| 0.7018 \| 0.2472 \| 0.0 \| 0.375 \| 0.5 \| 0.7407 \| 0.8696 \| 0.6038 \| 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0.7429 \| 0.7308 \| 0.04 \| 0.9375 \| 0.5882 \| 0.7429 \| 0.7188 \| 0.1818 \| 0.0 \| 0.3667 \| 0.6667 \| 0.6 \| 0.9589 \| 0.9487 \| 0.4651 \| 0.4286 \| 0.7149 \| 0.8341 \| 0.3778 \| 0.4533 \| 0.1613 \| 0.7647 \| 0.7651 \| 0.0656 \| 0.8696 \| 0.5128 \| 0.7123 \| 0.7302 \| 0.1905 \| 0.0 \| 0.4314 \| 0.5385 \| 0.7059 \| 0.9211 \| 0.5827 \| 0.5970 \| 0.45 \| \| 0.0219 \| 5.1637 \| 4100 \| 3.0442 \| 0.6045 \| 0.5410 \| 0.9271 \| 0.8984 \| 0.8696 \| 0.4412 \| 0.1467 \| 0.7714 \| 0.5769 \| 0.06 \| 0.9062 \| 0.5588 \| 0.7429 \| 0.7812 \| 0.2727 \| 0.0 \| 0.3333 \| 0.5238 \| 0.6333 \| 0.9589 \| 0.7949 \| 0.4884 \| 0.4762 \| 0.7479 \| 0.8949 \| 0.4494 \| 0.3896 \| 0.1818 \| 0.7606 \| 0.6870 \| 0.0909 \| 0.8286 \| 0.5135 \| 0.6582 \| 0.7246 \| 0.2667 \| 0.0 \| 0.3571 \| 0.5176 \| 0.7308 \| 0.8917 \| 0.5962 \| 0.6087 \| 0.4651 \| \| 0.0353 \| 5.2897 \| 4200 \| 3.1909 \| 0.5908 \| 0.5274 \| 0.9583 \| 0.8125 \| 0.7391 \| 0.4118 \| 0.1333 \| 0.6 \| 0.5513 \| 0.06 \| 0.9062 \| 0.5294 \| 0.6857 \| 0.75 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\| 0.7143 \| 0.9046 \| 0.3673 \| 0.4337 \| 0.18 \| 0.5926 \| 0.7660 \| 0.1143 \| 0.8788 \| 0.5672 \| 0.7123 \| 0.7647 \| 0.1194 \| 0.0 \| 0.4262 \| 0.5641 \| 0.6792 \| 0.8861 \| 0.6271 \| 0.5882 \| 0.4186 \| \| 0.0027 \| 5.6675 \| 4500 \| 3.2256 \| 0.6064 \| 0.5373 \| 0.9583 \| 0.875 \| 0.7826 \| 0.5588 \| 0.1467 \| 0.5143 \| 0.6282 \| 0.02 \| 0.9688 \| 0.5294 \| 0.7429 \| 0.7188 \| 0.2045 \| 0.0 \| 0.4333 \| 0.5714 \| 0.6 \| 0.9589 \| 1.0 \| 0.5116 \| 0.3810 \| 0.7541 \| 0.9180 \| 0.4045 \| 0.3838 \| 0.1897 \| 0.6545 \| 0.7313 \| 0.0339 \| 0.8732 \| 0.5806 \| 0.5778 \| 0.7419 \| 0.2432 \| 0.0 \| 0.3768 \| 0.5 \| 0.6792 \| 0.9211 \| 0.624 \| 0.6377 \| 0.4571 \| \| 0.0009 \| 5.7935 \| 4600 \| 3.2828 \| 0.5957 \| 0.5257 \| 0.9375 \| 0.8672 \| 0.7391 \| 0.3529 \| 0.1467 \| 0.6 \| 0.6410 \| 0.04 \| 0.9375 \| 0.5294 \| 0.7714 \| 0.5625 \| 0.2045 \| 0.0 \| 0.5 \| 0.6190 \| 0.6333 \| 0.9589 \| 0.9487 \| 0.4419 \| 0.3810 \| 0.7229 \| 0.9174 \| 0.3908 \| 0.3582 \| 0.1849 \| 0.6774 \| 0.7143 \| 0.0656 \| 0.9091 \| 0.5538 \| 0.6136 \| 0.6667 \| 0.2278 \| 0.0 \| 0.4412 \| 0.5 \| 0.6667 \| 0.8805 \| 0.6167 \| 0.5846 \| 0.3478 \| \| 0.0148 \| 5.9194 \| 4700 \| 3.2196 \| 0.6152 \| 0.5491 \| 0.9271 \| 0.9062 \| 0.8261 \| 0.5 \| 0.1467 \| 0.6571 \| 0.6026 \| 0.08 \| 0.9062 \| 0.5588 \| 0.7429 \| 0.7812 \| 0.1591 \| 0.0 \| 0.3667 \| 0.6667 \| 0.8 \| 0.9452 \| 0.9231 \| 0.5116 \| 0.3810 \| 0.7807 \| 0.928 \| 0.3918 \| 0.4595 \| 0.1774 \| 0.7188 \| 0.6861 \| 0.1176 \| 0.8657 \| 0.6129 \| 0.6753 \| 0.7143 \| 0.2 \| 0.0 \| 0.3607 \| 0.5437 \| 0.7619 \| 0.8790 \| 0.6102 \| 0.6377 \| 0.4103 \| \| 0.021 \| 6.0453 \| 4800 \| 3.2310 \| 0.6113 \| 0.5423 \| 0.9583 \| 0.9062 \| 0.8261 \| 0.5294 \| 0.1467 \| 0.5429 \| 0.6026 \| 0.06 \| 0.9375 \| 0.5294 \| 0.7429 \| 0.75 \| 0.2045 \| 0.0 \| 0.3667 \| 0.6667 \| 0.6667 \| 0.9452 \| 0.9744 \| 0.4651 \| 0.3810 \| 0.736 \| 0.9206 \| 0.4 \| 0.4235 \| 0.1964 \| 0.6441 \| 0.6963 \| 0.0952 \| 0.8955 \| 0.5455 \| 0.6582 \| 0.8 \| 0.24 \| 0.0 \| 0.3667 \| 0.5490 \| 0.7018 \| 0.8679 \| 0.6726 \| 0.5970 \| 0.3810 \| \| 0.0377 \| 6.1713 \| 4900 \| 3.2332 \| 0.6240 \| 0.5569 \| 0.9271 \| 0.9141 \| 0.8261 \| 0.5 \| 0.1333 \| 0.6286 \| 0.6410 \| 0.06 \| 0.9688 \| 0.5882 \| 0.7429 \| 0.8438 \| 0.1818 \| 0.0 \| 0.3667 \| 0.7143 \| 0.7 \| 0.9315 \| 0.9744 \| 0.5581 \| 0.3810 \| 0.7639 \| 0.9323 \| 0.4130 \| 0.4096 \| 0.1754 \| 0.7097 \| 0.7092 \| 0.0984 \| 0.9254 \| 0.6061 \| 0.6933 \| 0.7941 \| 0.2192 \| 0.0 \| 0.3729 \| 0.5405 \| 0.75 \| 0.8718 \| 0.6441 \| 0.6667 \| 0.4 \| \| 0.0004 \| 6.2972 \| 5000 \| 3.2382 \| 0.6182 \| 0.5485 \| 0.9479 \| 0.9141 \| 0.8696 \| 0.4118 \| 0.1333 \| 0.6571 \| 0.6154 \| 0.08 \| 0.9375 \| 0.5588 \| 0.7143 \| 0.7188 \| 0.2273 \| 0.0 \| 0.4 \| 0.6429 \| 0.6333 \| 0.9589 \| 1.0 \| 0.5581 \| 0.3810 \| 0.7745 \| 0.9323 \| 0.4124 \| 0.3544 \| 0.1802 \| 0.6970 \| 0.7111 \| 0.1290 \| 0.8824 \| 0.5846 \| 0.6410 \| 0.7797 \| 0.2439 \| 0.0 \| 0.4138 \| 0.5347 \| 0.7037 \| 0.8805 \| 0.65 \| 0.6667 \| 0.3478 \| \| 0.0099 \| 6.4232 \| 5100 \| 3.2434 \| 0.6133 \| 0.5455 \| 0.9479 \| 0.8828 \| 0.8696 \| 0.4706 \| 0.1467 \| 0.6286 \| 0.6154 \| 0.04 \| 0.9062 \| 0.5882 \| 0.7429 \| 0.7812 \| 0.1818 \| 0.0 \| 0.4333 \| 0.6667 \| 0.7333 \| 0.9589 \| 0.9231 \| 0.4651 \| 0.3810 \| 0.7552 \| 0.9150 \| 0.4124 \| 0.4156 \| 0.1880 \| 0.6567 \| 0.7111 \| 0.0678 \| 0.8788 \| 0.6061 \| 0.6420 \| 0.7812 \| 0.2078 \| 0.0 \| 0.4194 \| 0.5437 \| 0.7719 \| 0.8805 \| 0.6486 \| 0.6061 \| 0.3478 \| \| 0.0009 \| 6.5491 \| 5200 \| 3.2188 \| 0.6113 \| 0.5396 \| 0.9167 \| 0.8984 \| 0.8696 \| 0.4412 \| 0.12 \| 0.5429 \| 0.6410 \| 0.06 \| 0.9375 \| 0.5882 \| 0.7143 \| 0.75 \| 0.1364 \| 0.0 \| 0.4 \| 0.6905 \| 0.6667 \| 0.9589 \| 0.9744 \| 0.5814 \| 0.3810 \| 0.7928 \| 0.92 \| 0.4040 \| 0.3947 \| 0.1607 \| 0.6230 \| 0.7246 \| 0.0938 \| 0.8824 \| 0.5882 \| 0.6098 \| 0.7742 \| 0.1714 \| 0.0 \| 0.3934 \| 0.5321 \| 0.7407 \| 0.8642 \| 0.6230 \| 0.6667 \| 0.3721 \| \| 0.0066 \| 6.6751 \| 5300 \| 3.2749 \| 0.6113 \| 0.5482 \| 0.9583 \| 0.8516 \| 0.8696 \| 0.4706 \| 0.1333 \| 0.6857 \| 0.6026 \| 0.06 \| 0.9062 \| 0.5588 \| 0.7143 \| 0.75 \| 0.1591 \| 0.0 \| 0.4333 \| 0.6667 \| 0.6333 \| 0.9726 \| 0.9231 \| 0.6047 \| 0.3810 \| 0.7731 \| 0.8934 \| 0.4124 \| 0.4103 \| 0.1653 \| 0.7164 \| 0.6912 \| 0.0968 \| 0.8788 \| 0.6032 \| 0.6757 \| 0.7869 \| 0.1867 \| 0.0 \| 0.4062 \| 0.5385 \| 0.6909 \| 0.8659 \| 0.6372 \| 0.7123 \| 0.3721 \| \| 0.0006 \| 6.8010 \| 5400 \| 3.2724 \| 0.6006 \| 0.5389 \| 0.9375 \| 0.8203 \| 0.8696 \| 0.4412 \| 0.1467 \| 0.6857 \| 0.6154 \| 0.04 \| 0.9062 \| 0.5588 \| 0.7143 \| 0.7812 \| 0.1818 \| 0.0 \| 0.3667 \| 0.6429 \| 0.6 \| 0.9589 \| 0.9231 \| 0.5581 \| 0.3810 \| 0.7407 \| 0.875 \| 0.4082 \| 0.375 \| 0.176 \| 0.6957 \| 0.7111 \| 0.0645 \| 0.8657 \| 0.5758 \| 0.6757 \| 0.7937 \| 0.2078 \| 0.0 \| 0.3860 \| 0.5243 \| 0.6792 \| 0.875 \| 0.6486 \| 0.6761 \| 0.3636 \| \| 0.0006 \| 6.9270 \| 5500 \| 3.2286 \| 0.6201 \| 0.5505 \| 0.9479 \| 0.8906 \| 0.8261 \| 0.5294 \| 0.1333 \| 0.6286 \| 0.6538 \| 0.06 \| 0.9688 \| 0.5882 \| 0.7429 \| 0.7812 \| 0.1136 \| 0.0 \| 0.4333 \| 0.6667 \| 0.6333 \| 0.9589 \| 0.9487 \| 0.5814 \| 0.3810 \| 0.7845 \| 0.9194 \| 0.4086 \| 0.4337 \| 0.1739 \| 0.6875 \| 0.7338 \| 0.0984 \| 0.9118 \| 0.5797 \| 0.6842 \| 0.7937 \| 0.1429 \| 0.0 \| 0.4262 \| 0.5185 \| 0.7037 \| 0.8642 \| 0.6379 \| 0.6849 \| 0.3721 \| ### Framework versions - Transformers 4.52.2 - Pytorch 2.6.0+cu124 - Datasets 3.6.0 - Tokenizers 0.21.1
mradermacher/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL-GGUF	mradermacher	2025-05-28T02:41:23Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "gguf", "text-generation-inference", "unsloth", "qwen3", "trl", "sft", "en", "base_model:hailong18102002/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL", "base_model:quantized:hailong18102002/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL", "license:apache-2.0", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us", "conversational" ]	null	2025-05-28T02:07:41Z	--- base_model: hailong18102002/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL language: - en library_name: transformers license: apache-2.0 quantized_by: mradermacher tags: - text-generation-inference - transformers - unsloth - qwen3 - trl - sft --- ## About <!-- ### quantize_version: 2 --> <!-- ### output_tensor_quantised: 1 --> <!-- ### convert_type: hf --> <!-- ### vocab_type: --> <!-- ### tags: --> static quants of https://huggingface.co/hailong18102002/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL <!-- provided-files --> weighted/imatrix quants seem not to be available (by me) at this time. If they do not show up a week or so after the static ones, I have probably not planned for them. Feel free to request them by opening a Community Discussion. ## Usage If you are unsure how to use GGUF files, refer to one of [TheBloke's READMEs](https://huggingface.co/TheBloke/KafkaLM-70B-German-V0.1-GGUF) for more details, including on how to concatenate multi-part files. ## Provided Quants (sorted by size, not necessarily quality. IQ-quants are often preferable over similar sized non-IQ quants) \| Link \| Type \| Size/GB \| Notes \| \|:-----\|:-----\|--------:\|:------\| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL-GGUF/resolve/main/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL.Q2_K.gguf) \| Q2_K \| 3.4 \| \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL-GGUF/resolve/main/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL.Q3_K_S.gguf) \| Q3_K_S \| 3.9 \| \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL-GGUF/resolve/main/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL.Q3_K_M.gguf) \| Q3_K_M \| 4.2 \| lower quality \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL-GGUF/resolve/main/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL.Q3_K_L.gguf) \| Q3_K_L \| 4.5 \| \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL-GGUF/resolve/main/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL.IQ4_XS.gguf) \| IQ4_XS \| 4.7 \| \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL-GGUF/resolve/main/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL.Q4_K_S.gguf) \| Q4_K_S \| 4.9 \| fast, recommended \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL-GGUF/resolve/main/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL.Q4_K_M.gguf) \| Q4_K_M \| 5.1 \| fast, recommended \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL-GGUF/resolve/main/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL.Q5_K_S.gguf) \| Q5_K_S \| 5.8 \| \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL-GGUF/resolve/main/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL.Q5_K_M.gguf) \| Q5_K_M \| 6.0 \| \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL-GGUF/resolve/main/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL.Q6_K.gguf) \| Q6_K \| 6.8 \| very good quality \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL-GGUF/resolve/main/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL.Q8_0.gguf) \| Q8_0 \| 8.8 \| fast, best quality \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL-GGUF/resolve/main/QWEN3-8B-Medical-COT-SFT-o1-FULL.f16.gguf) \| f16 \| 16.5 \| 16 bpw, overkill \| Here is a handy graph by ikawrakow comparing some lower-quality quant types (lower is better): ![image.png](https://www.nethype.de/huggingface_embed/quantpplgraph.png) And here are Artefact2's thoughts on the matter: https://gist.github.com/Artefact2/b5f810600771265fc1e39442288e8ec9 ## FAQ / Model Request See https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/model_requests for some answers to questions you might have and/or if you want some other model quantized. ## Thanks I thank my company, [nethype GmbH](https://www.nethype.de/), for letting me use its servers and providing upgrades to my workstation to enable this work in my free time. <!-- end -->
DavidAU/Psyonic-Cetacean-Ultra-Quality-20b-GGUF	DavidAU	2025-05-28T02:41:21Z	345	17	null	[ "gguf", "creative", "story", "writing", "fiction", "float32", "roleplaying", "rp", "enhanced", "space whale", "32 bit upscale", "llama-2", "llama2", "llama", "text-generation", "en", "base_model:DavidAU/Psyonic-Cetacean-V1-20B-Ultra-Quality-Float32", "base_model:quantized:DavidAU/Psyonic-Cetacean-V1-20B-Ultra-Quality-Float32", "license:apache-2.0", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	text-generation	2024-05-28T07:39:40Z	--- license: apache-2.0 language: - en tags: - creative - story - writing - fiction - float32 - roleplaying - rp - enhanced - space whale - 32 bit upscale - llama-2 - llama2 - llama pipeline_tag: text-generation base_model: - DavidAU/Psyonic-Cetacean-V1-20B-Ultra-Quality-Float32 --- <font color=red><h3> Ultra High Quality Remaster of the incredible: Psyonic-Cetacean-20b. </h3></font> This is a Floating Point 32 upscale, where all components and merges were remastered to floating point 32. This includes all the merges (recreated with master files), and where possible subbing full FP32 models. <img src="space-whale-thinking.jpg"> The goal: Carry forward maximum precision right up to the point where it is "GUFFed". This includes F32 master file for GGUF too... at a whopping 78 GBs. (compare at 38 GBs average for 20B models) WHY? Because the difference between F32 vs BF16 is... over 8 DECIMAL places. And as each merge / model is modified there are "losses" along the way. These losses are carried forward and in turn lead to more losses. And decimal points are critical to model performance. SMALL? Yes... but multiplied by each merge(s), and compression(s): 20 billion times. <B>The result:</b> At Q2K an impressive drop of 533 points in perplexity. (lower is better) (VS: Q2K original base model: PPL = 9.8077 +/- 0.06821 ) At Q4KM a whopping drop of 976 points in perplexity. (VS: Q4km original base model -> PPL = 8.7858 +/- 0.06074) At Q6 an awesome drop of 234 points in perplexity. (VS: Q6 original base model -> PPL = 8.6070 +/- 0.05907 ) To put this in perspective "Q6" now operates ABOVE the original full precision version of "Psyonic-Cetacean-20b" and Q4KM operates at close to Q6 level quality. This because at "Q6" the quant / compressed model is considered to be accurate within "+0.0008 ppl" of the full, uncompressed / unquanted model and it exceeds this threshold by over 200 points. But... what about Q8? The mountain moved: 150 points better: PPL = 8.5850 +/- 0.05881 VS: BASE/ORGINAL: PPL = 8.6012 +/- 0.05900 <B>THE RESULTS ARE IN: </b> AS per Jeb Carter, original creator of the model: - instruction following has improved dramatically. - new abilities have emerged. - he had to REDUCE the instructions sets used because the model no longer needed as specific instructions. - prose, nuance and depth have all improved. - known issues with the original model have disappeared. This is not "something for nothing" ; it is method of ensuring maximum precision at every step just before "ggufing" the model. The methods employed only ensure precision loss is minimized or eliminated. It is mathematical and theory sound. <B>The bottom line here is this:</b> Higher quality instruction following and output. Likewise you can use a smaller compression, with higher token per second and still get great quality. Same great model... turbo charged. This is the first group of remasters. <B>Settings: CHAT / ROLEPLAY and/or SMOOTHER operation of this model:</B> In "KoboldCpp" or "oobabooga/text-generation-webui" or "Silly Tavern" ; Set the "Smoothing_factor" to 1.5 to 2.5 : in KoboldCpp -> Settings->Samplers->Advanced-> "Smooth_F" : in text-generation-webui -> parameters -> lower right. : In Silly Tavern this is called: "Smoothing" NOTE: For "text-generation-webui" -> if using GGUFs you need to use "llama_HF" (which involves downloading some config files from the SOURCE version of this model) Source versions (and config files) of my models are here: https://huggingface.co/collections/DavidAU/d-au-source-files-for-gguf-exl2-awq-gptq-hqq-etc-etc-66b55cb8ba25f914cbf210be OTHER OPTIONS: - Increase rep pen to 1.1 to 1.15 (you don't need to do this if you use "smoothing_factor") - If the interface/program you are using to run AI MODELS supports "Quadratic Sampling" ("smoothing") just make the adjustment as noted. <B>Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B> This a "Class 2" model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] <B>The FOUR Horsemen:</B> This repo will be followed by a "reg quant plus" repo, which added additional components into the GGUF (all levels) at floating point 32 precision to further increase the sheer creativity and raw AI horsepower. This process shaves at extra 50-100 points off perplexity... again. Following this group will be a full float 32 precision Imatrix (including reg quants "imatrixed"). Test results VS org and "ultra" regular quants will be posted when they come in. Imatrix Plus repo (with the same floating 32 enhancement at "reg quant plus") that will push the limit even more. Imatrix Depo is here: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Psyonic-Cetacean-Ultra-Quality-20b-GGUF-imatrix ] Details of all methods (and pitfalls to avoid) employed to make this high precision remasters will be posted shortly along with comparison of original model and new ultra remaster. Thanks again to Jeb Carter, the original creator of "Psyonic-Cetacean 20B" [ https://huggingface.co/jebcarter/psyonic-cetacean-20B ]
HuangXinBa/GRPO	HuangXinBa	2025-05-28T02:40:43Z	0	0	null	[ "safetensors", "llama", "text-generation", "causal-lm", "reinforcement-learning", "GRPO", "instruction-tuning", "chain-of-thought", "conversational", "en", "dataset:gsm8k", "license:apache-2.0", "region:us" ]	text-generation	2025-05-27T09:51:17Z	--- license: apache-2.0 language: en tags: - text-generation - causal-lm - reinforcement-learning - GRPO - instruction-tuning - chain-of-thought datasets: - gsm8k pipeline_tag: text-generation widget: - text: "What is 27 plus 16? Let's think step by step." --- # GRPO: Finetuned Causal Language Model using Group Relative Policy Optimization ## 🧠 Model Description GRPO is a causal language model fine-tuned using Group Relative Policy Optimization (GRPO), a reinforcement learning algorithm built on PPO that optimizes language models via groupwise reward comparisons. This approach aligns model outputs with reward functions through relative ranking among multiple completions per prompt, making it well-suited for structured generation tasks such as Chain-of-Thought (CoT) reasoning. - Base model: `HuggingFaceTB/SmolLM-135M-Instruct` - Language: English - License: Apache 2.0 - Trained by: City Sun - Training Duration: ~4 hours (RTX 3060 6GB) - Dataset: GSM8K with CoT formatting --- ## ✅ Intended Uses ### Direct Use - Math/Logic word problem solving - Educational QA - Chain-of-Thought aligned instruction following ### Out-of-Scope Use ❌ - Real-time decision making - Sensitive domains: healthcare, law, finance --- ## 🛠 Training Details - Algorithm: GRPO - Epochs: 3 - Batch size: 4 - Learning rate: 1e-5 - Reward function: `reward_len` (length-based) - KL penalty: 0.1 - Max sequence length: 512 - Compute: RTX 3060 6GB --- ## 📈 W&B Metrics (Summary) - Final reward: ~0.28 - Final loss: ~0.015 - Total training steps: ~500 - Avg generation length: ~64 tokens --- ## 🚀 How to Use ```python from transformers import AutoModelForCausalLM, AutoTokenizer model = AutoModelForCausalLM.from_pretrained("HuangXinBa/GRPO") tokenizer = AutoTokenizer.from_pretrained("HuangXinBa/GRPO") prompt = "<your prompt here>" inputs = tokenizer(prompt, return_tensors="pt").to("cuda") outputs = model.generate(**inputs) print(tokenizer.decode(outputs[0], skip_special_tokens=True)) @misc{grpo2025, title={GRPO-1: Finetuning a Language Model with Generalized Reinforcement Policy Optimization}, author={Huang Jinting}, year={2025}, note={https://wandb.ai/ggg7334-the-school-of-the-new-york-times/GRPO} }
EricB/gemma-3-27b-it-UQFF	EricB	2025-05-28T02:39:29Z	0	0	null	[ "gemma3", "uqff", "mistral.rs", "base_model:google/gemma-3-27b-it", "base_model:quantized:google/gemma-3-27b-it", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-28T02:09:57Z	--- tags: - uqff - mistral.rs base_model: google/gemma-3-27b-it base_model_relation: quantized --- <!-- Autogenerated from user input. --> # `google/gemma-3-27b-it`, UQFF quantization Run with [mistral.rs](https://github.com/EricLBuehler/mistral.rs). Documentation: [UQFF docs](https://github.com/EricLBuehler/mistral.rs/blob/master/docs/UQFF.md). 1) Flexible 🌀: Multiple quantization formats in one file format with one framework to run them all. 2) Reliable 🔒: Compatibility ensured with embedded and checked semantic versioning information from day 1. 3) Easy 🤗: Download UQFF models easily and quickly from Hugging Face, or use a local file. 3) Customizable 🛠️: Make and publish your own UQFF files in minutes. ## Examples \|Quantization type(s)\|Example\| \|--\|--\| \|AFQ2\|`./mistralrs-server -i vision-plain -m EricB/gemma-3-27b-it-UQFF -f gemma3-27b-it-afq2-0.uqff`\| \|AFQ3\|`./mistralrs-server -i vision-plain -m EricB/gemma-3-27b-it-UQFF -f "gemma3-27b-it-afq3-0.uqff;gemma3-27b-it-afq3-1.uqff"`\| \|AFQ4\|`./mistralrs-server -i vision-plain -m EricB/gemma-3-27b-it-UQFF -f "gemma3-27b-it-afq4-0.uqff;gemma3-27b-it-afq4-1.uqff"`\| \|AFQ6\|`./mistralrs-server -i vision-plain -m EricB/gemma-3-27b-it-UQFF -f "gemma3-27b-it-afq6-0.uqff;gemma3-27b-it-afq6-1.uqff;gemma3-27b-it-afq6-2.uqff"`\| \|AFQ8\|`./mistralrs-server -i vision-plain -m EricB/gemma-3-27b-it-UQFF -f "gemma3-27b-it-afq8-0.uqff;gemma3-27b-it-afq8-1.uqff;gemma3-27b-it-afq8-2.uqff"`\| \|F8E4M3\|`./mistralrs-server -i vision-plain -m EricB/gemma-3-27b-it-UQFF -f "gemma3-27b-it-f8e4m3-0.uqff;gemma3-27b-it-f8e4m3-1.uqff;gemma3-27b-it-f8e4m3-2.uqff"`\| \|Q2K\|`./mistralrs-server -i vision-plain -m EricB/gemma-3-27b-it-UQFF -f gemma3-27b-it-q2k-0.uqff`\| \|Q3K\|`./mistralrs-server -i vision-plain -m EricB/gemma-3-27b-it-UQFF -f "gemma3-27b-it-q3k-0.uqff;gemma3-27b-it-q3k-1.uqff"`\| \|Q4K\|`./mistralrs-server -i vision-plain -m EricB/gemma-3-27b-it-UQFF -f "gemma3-27b-it-q4k-0.uqff;gemma3-27b-it-q4k-1.uqff"`\| \|Q5K\|`./mistralrs-server -i vision-plain -m EricB/gemma-3-27b-it-UQFF -f "gemma3-27b-it-q5k-0.uqff;gemma3-27b-it-q5k-1.uqff"`\| \|Q8_0\|`./mistralrs-server -i vision-plain -m EricB/gemma-3-27b-it-UQFF -f "gemma3-27b-it-q8_0-0.uqff;gemma3-27b-it-q8_0-1.uqff;gemma3-27b-it-q8_0-2.uqff"`\|
EricB/Qwen3-32B-UQFF	EricB	2025-05-28T02:39:22Z	0	0	null	[ "qwen3", "uqff", "mistral.rs", "base_model:Qwen/Qwen3-32B", "base_model:quantized:Qwen/Qwen3-32B", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-28T02:21:21Z	--- tags: - uqff - mistral.rs base_model: Qwen/Qwen3-32B base_model_relation: quantized --- <!-- Autogenerated from user input. --> # `Qwen/Qwen3-32B`, UQFF quantization Run with [mistral.rs](https://github.com/EricLBuehler/mistral.rs). Documentation: [UQFF docs](https://github.com/EricLBuehler/mistral.rs/blob/master/docs/UQFF.md). 1) Flexible 🌀: Multiple quantization formats in one file format with one framework to run them all. 2) Reliable 🔒: Compatibility ensured with embedded and checked semantic versioning information from day 1. 3) Easy 🤗: Download UQFF models easily and quickly from Hugging Face, or use a local file. 3) Customizable 🛠️: Make and publish your own UQFF files in minutes. ## Examples \|Quantization type(s)\|Example\| \|--\|--\| \|AFQ2\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-32B-UQFF -f qwen332b-afq2-0.uqff`\| \|AFQ3\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-32B-UQFF -f "qwen332b-afq3-0.uqff;qwen332b-afq3-1.uqff"`\| \|AFQ4\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-32B-UQFF -f "qwen332b-afq4-0.uqff;qwen332b-afq4-1.uqff"`\| \|AFQ6\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-32B-UQFF -f "qwen332b-afq6-0.uqff;qwen332b-afq6-1.uqff;qwen332b-afq6-2.uqff"`\| \|AFQ8\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-32B-UQFF -f "qwen332b-afq8-0.uqff;qwen332b-afq8-1.uqff;qwen332b-afq8-2.uqff;qwen332b-afq8-3.uqff"`\| \|F8E4M3\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-32B-UQFF -f "qwen332b-f8e4m3-0.uqff;qwen332b-f8e4m3-1.uqff;qwen332b-f8e4m3-2.uqff"`\| \|Q2K\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-32B-UQFF -f qwen332b-q2k-0.uqff`\| \|Q3K\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-32B-UQFF -f "qwen332b-q3k-0.uqff;qwen332b-q3k-1.uqff"`\| \|Q4K\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-32B-UQFF -f "qwen332b-q4k-0.uqff;qwen332b-q4k-1.uqff"`\| \|Q5K\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-32B-UQFF -f "qwen332b-q5k-0.uqff;qwen332b-q5k-1.uqff;qwen332b-q5k-2.uqff"`\| \|Q8_0\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-32B-UQFF -f "qwen332b-q8_0-0.uqff;qwen332b-q8_0-1.uqff;qwen332b-q8_0-2.uqff;qwen332b-q8_0-3.uqff"`\|
DavidAU/Llama3.1-MOE-4X8B-Gated-IQ-Multi-Tier-COGITO-Deep-Reasoning-32B-GGUF	DavidAU	2025-05-28T02:38:37Z	909	3	null	[ "gguf", "all use cases", "creative", "creative writing", "all genres", "tool calls", "tool use", "llama 3.1", "llama-3", "llama3", "llama-3.1", "problem solving", "deep thinking", "reasoning", "deep reasoning", "story", "writing", "fiction", "roleplaying", "bfloat16", "role play", "sillytavern", "backyard", "context 128k", "mergekit", "merge", "moe", "mixture of experts", "text-generation", "en", "fr", "de", "es", "pt", "it", "ja", "ko", "ru", "zh", "ar", "fa", "id", "ms", "ne", "pl", "ro", "sr", "sv", "tr", "uk", "vi", "hi", "bn", "license:apache-2.0", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us", "conversational" ]	text-generation	2025-04-19T00:34:40Z	--- language: - en - fr - de - es - pt - it - ja - ko - ru - zh - ar - fa - id - ms - ne - pl - ro - sr - sv - tr - uk - vi - hi - bn license: apache-2.0 tags: - all use cases - creative - creative writing - all genres - tool calls - tool use - llama 3.1 - llama-3 - llama3 - llama-3.1 - problem solving - deep thinking - reasoning - deep reasoning - story - writing - fiction - roleplaying - bfloat16 - role play - sillytavern - backyard - llama 3.1 - context 128k - mergekit - merge - moe - mixture of experts pipeline_tag: text-generation --- <h2>Llama3.1-MOE-4X8B-Gated-IQ-Multi-Tier-COGITO-Deep-Reasoning-32B-GGUF</h2> <SMALL><font color="red">IMPORTANT:</font> This model has on/off/variable control reasoning from Deepcogito (cogito-v1-preview-llama-8B) and requires a system prompt(s) as provided to invoke reasoning/thinking which is then augmented up to 300% by the internal structure of the model using additional 3 non-reasoning core models. Please see operating instructions below for best performance.</SMALL> <img src="gated-iq-cog-1.jpg" style="float:right; width:300px; height:300px; padding:10px;"> Context : 128k. Required: Llama 3 Instruct template. "Gated-IQ-Multi-Tier-Cogito-Deep-Reasoning" is a variable control reasoning model that operates at all temps/settings and is for ALL uses cases. However, this model has a unique internal structure that allows all 4 models to operate during "reasoning" stage, with the reasoning model taking the "driver's seat" during this process and then this switches during the output generation. With additional internal structures that allow the user to take control of one or more model directly via prompts, names, and keywords make this a unique and powerful model. 4 examples below showing both problem solving "power" and general reasoning/thinking and generation. Reasoning speed and quality have DRASTICALLY improved (up to 300%), as the core reasoning model (cogito-v1-preview-llama-8B) now has access to 3 additional models (Llama-3.1-Hermes-3-8B, Llama-3.1-dolphin-2.9.4-8b and Llama-3.1-SuperNova-Lite). Roughly this means the model can reason and "figure out things" in far fewer tokens and come to the right conclusion(s) too. Output generation is also far above "average", as the output generation is generated by 3 core models (Llama-3.1-Hermes-3-8B, Llama-3.1-dolphin-2.9.4-8b and Llama-3.1-SuperNova-Lite), with the reasoning model (cogito-v1-preview-llama-8B) assisting. Along with additional structural improvements with controlled steering makes this model punch way above its weight class so to speak. And with system prompt(s), the option to have multiple tiered / multi-AI reasoning above the current multi-tier methods. (Model can also operate with reasoning off, with access to core structure/systems of the model too.) As this model has Meta Llama 3.1 Instruct embedded, it also supports tool calls / tool usage too. In addition, the unique super structure of this model allows "reasoning model(s)" to be switched in/out, and likewise with support/output generation models too as well as construction of larger and more powerful models IE: 6X8b (48 billion parameters), 8X8B (64 billion parameters) and beyond. This is the MOE version - 32B (4X8B) - consisting of four 8B models (1 reasoning model, 3 non-reasoning models) in a MOE (Mixture of Experts) config which results in a 25B "weight" model, that actually has 32B parameters. All 4 models / experts are activated. Higher temps will result in deeper, richer "thoughts"... and frankly more interesting ones too. The "thinking/reasoning" tech (for the model at this repo) is from the original Llama 3.1 "Cogito-V1" model from DeepCogito: [ https://huggingface.co/deepcogito/cogito-v1-preview-llama-8B ] This version will retain all the functions and features of the original reasoning model at about 100% of original reasoning power. Please visit their repo for all information on features, test results and so on. With the structure of this model, and assistance of 3 core models working with "Cogito 8B" this model's total reasoning power is far above the original 8B reasoning model - up to 300% stronger. <B>IMPORTANT OPERATING INSTRUCTIONS:</B> This is an instruct model with reasoning crafted onto the 4 CORE models in a MOE config. This is the type of model that LOVES temp - temps 1.2+, 2.2+ and so on. STAND on it... lower temps will not produce the best content. Likewise, as this is an instruct model, this model will perform best will medium to long prompts (see example #1 below). Although short prompts will work, longer prompts with a bit of direction / instruction will really show what this model can do. Reasoning is turned on/off via System Prompts below. Suggest a minimum context of 4k , but 8k is better due to reasoning/output blocks. Larger quants also mean better / stronger reasoning. I have also uploaded two "MAX" quants at IQ4XS AND Q8 ; these will perform better due to output tensor mastered at bloat 16. (16 bit precision) KNOWN ISSUES: - You may need to hit regen sometimes to get the thinking/reasoning to activate / get a good "thinking block". - Sometimes the 2nd or 3rd generation is the best version. Suggest min of 5 for specific creative uses. - Sometimes the thinking block will end, and you need to manually prompt the model to "generate" the output. <B>How to Generate HIGHEST quality output:</B> Like all instruct models, this model thrives on instructions. It also "comes into's it own" with multi-turn improvement. Example: Prompt #1 (reasoning is on): Start a 1000 word scene (vivid, graphic horror in first person) with: The sky scraper sways, as she watches the window in front of her on the 21st floor explode... (this will give you a rough draft, in "default" model's style) Prompt #2 - "Scan for improvements" Evaluate the scene you just wrote and list improvements. Prompt #3 - "Redo and improve it" Write the scene using all the improvements, in first person , present tense and a few well spaced thoughts in italics; length 2000 words. NOTE: Wording in prompt #2 may cause "thinking/reasoning" to re-activate. Compressed Steps: Prompt #1: [[ thinking model ]] come up with detailed plan to write this scene in modern 2020 writing style (and follow "show don't tell" to the letter) and make it NSFW, but use [MODE: Saten] to actually write the scene after you have completed the plan: Start a 1000 word scene (vivid, graphic horror in first person) with: The sky scraper sways, as she watches the window in front of her on the 21st floor explode... Prompt #2: Use [MODE: Wordsmith] to write the scene using first person, present tense and include a few critical thoughts of the POV character in italics. Scene length 2000 words. Compressed Steps #2: Prompt #1: Think about a plan to write: Start a 1000 word scene (vivid, graphic horror in first person) with: The sky scraper sways, as she watches the window in front of her on the 21st floor explode... Prompt #2: Write the scene using the plan you made, in first person , present tense and a few well spaced thoughts in italics. <B>Generational Steering Control: "Programmer's Access - Direct Access to the AI(s)":</B> These tags / names allow you to access one or more models directly, regardless if reasoning is active or not. IE: Saten, evaluate the response and suggest improvements. This causes the model to "favor" Saten's input (roughly speaking) over the other 3 models. IE: Saten, process this prompt: Jamet, evaluate the output. etc etc. You can use more than one model: Saten, and Jamet list improvements to this XXX ... < output3 > and < output2 >, write the scene in your combined style: Using vivid, graphic horror in first person the scene starts with: The sky scraper sways, as she watches the window in front of her on the 21st floor explode... (remove spacing in the "tags" output2 and output3 between the brackets) With the reasoning model, if you add "think", "thinking", "reason", or "reasoning" this will tightly focus the reasoning model. Here is an example: Think up a detailed plan to evoke maximum emotions from the reader: [prompt here] Think up a detailed plan to solve this problem: [prompt here] Special tags (remove spaces between the brackets): "< output-all >" -> only use the 3 core models , not the reasoning model. "< output-mega >" -> Use all 4 models. "< output >", "< output2 >", "< output3 >"" -> This is the same as using the "name" of the model, it just removes BIAS in the model's name. A list of each model's "tags", "name(s)" and controls. NOTE: The model also has "negative steering" to enhance the use of these tags and names, but it is not perfect. ``` - Cogito-v1-preview-llama-8B - "[[ thinking model ]]" - "reasoning" - "thinking" - "<output-mega>" - "Dr Phil" - "Spock" - "[MODE: Spock]" - "[MODE: Dr Phil]" - Llama-3.1-Hermes-3-8B - "<output>" - "<output-all>" - "<output-mega>" - "Wordsmith" - "[MODE: Wordsmith]" - Llama-3.1-dolphin-2.9.4-8b - "<output2>" - "<output-all>" - "<output-mega>" - "Jamet" - "[MODE: Jamet]" - Llama-3.1-SuperNova-Lite - "<output3>" - "<output-all>" - "<output-mega>" - "Saten" - "[MODE: Saten]" ``` <B>USE CASES:</B> This model is for all use cases. This model can also be used for solving logic puzzles, riddles, and other problems with the enhanced "thinking" systems. This model also can solve problems/riddles/ and puzzles normally beyond the abilities of a Llama 3.1 model due to DeepHermes systems. <B>Special Operation Instructions:</B> TEMP/SETTINGS: 1. Set Temp between 0 and .8, higher than this "think" functions will activate differently. The most "stable" temp seems to be .6, with a variance of +-0.05. Lower for more "logic" reasoning, raise it for more "creative" reasoning (max .8 or so). Also set context to at least 4096, to account for "thoughts" generation. 2. For temps 1+,2+ etc etc, thought(s) will expand, and become deeper and richer. 3. Set "repeat penalty" to 1.02 to 1.07 (recommended) . 4. This model requires a Llama 3 Instruct and/or Command-R chat template. (see notes on "System Prompt" / "Role" below) OR standard "Jinja Autoloaded Template" (this is contained in the quant and will autoload) PROMPTS: 1. If you enter a prompt without implied "step by step" requirements (ie: Generate a scene, write a story, give me 6 plots for xyz), "thinking" (one or more) MAY activate AFTER first generation. (IE: Generate a scene -> scene will generate, followed by suggestions for improvement in "thoughts") 2. If you enter a prompt where "thinking" is stated or implied (ie puzzle, riddle, solve this, brainstorm this idea etc), "thoughts" process(es) in Deepseek will activate almost immediately. Sometimes you need to regen it to activate. 3. You will also get a lot of variations - some will continue the generation, others will talk about how to improve it, and some (ie generation of a scene) will cause the characters to "reason" about this situation. In some cases, the model will ask you to continue generation / thoughts too. 4. In some cases the model's "thoughts" may appear in the generation itself. 5. State the word size length max IN THE PROMPT for best results, especially for activation of "thinking." (see examples below) 6. You may want to try your prompt once at "default" or "safe" temp settings, another at temp 1.2, and a third at 2.5 as an example. This will give you a broad range of "reasoning/thoughts/problem" solving. GENERATION - THOUGHTS/REASONING: 1. It may take one or more regens for "thinking" to "activate." (depending on the prompt) 2. Model can generate a LOT of "thoughts". Sometimes the most interesting ones are 3,4,5 or more levels deep. 3. Many times the "thoughts" are unique and very different from one another. 4. Temp/rep pen settings can affect reasoning/thoughts too. 5. Change up or add directives/instructions or increase the detail level(s) in your prompt to improve reasoning/thinking. 6. Adding to your prompt: "think outside the box", "brainstorm X number of ideas", "focus on the most uncommon approaches" can drastically improve your results. GENERAL SUGGESTIONS: 1. I have found opening a "new chat" per prompt works best with "thinking/reasoning activation", with temp .6, rep pen 1.05 ... THEN "regen" as required. 2. Sometimes the model will really really get completely unhinged and you need to manually stop it. 3. Depending on your AI app, "thoughts" may appear with "< THINK >" and "</ THINK >" tags AND/OR the AI will generate "thoughts" directly in the main output or later output(s). 4. Although quant q4KM was used for testing/examples, higher quants will provide better generation / more sound "reasoning/thinking". ADDITIONAL SUPPORT: For additional generational support, general questions, and detailed parameter info and a lot more see also: NOTE: This is a CLASS 1 model. https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters --- <B>Recommended Settings (all) - For usage with "Think" / "Reasoning":</B> temp: 1.5, 2, 2+ , rep pen: 1.02 (range : 1.02 to 1.12), rep pen range: 64, top_k: 80, top_p: .95, min_p: .05 Temp of 1+, 2+, 3+ will result in much deeper, richer and "more interesting" thoughts and reasoning AND FAR BETTER OUTPUT. Model behaviour may change with other parameter(s) and/or sampler(s) activated - especially the "thinking/reasoning" process. --- <B>System Role / System Prompts - Reasoning On/Off/Variable and Augment The Model's Power:</b> <small> ( <font color="red">Critical Setting for model operation </font> ) </small> --- System Role / System Prompt / System Message (called "System Prompt" in this section) is "root access" to the model and controls internal workings - both instruction following and output generation and in the case of this model reasoning control and on/off for reasoning too. In this section I will show you basic, advanced, and combined "code" to control the model's reasoning, instruction following and output generation. If you do not set a "system prompt", reasoning/thinking will be OFF by default, and the model will operate like a normal LLM. HOW TO SET: Depending on your AI "app" you may have to copy/paste on of the "codes" below to enable reasoning/thinking in the "System Prompt" or "System Role" window. In Lmstudio set/activate "Power User" or "Developer" mode to access, copy/paste to System Prompt Box. In SillyTavern go to the "template page" ("A") , activate "system prompt" and enter the text in the prompt box. In Ollama see [ https://github.com/ollama/ollama/blob/main/README.md ] ; and setting the "system message". In Koboldcpp, load the model, start it, go to settings -> select "Llama 3 Chat"/"Command-R" and enter the text in the "sys prompt" box. SYSTEM PROMPTS AVAILABLE: When you copy/paste PRESERVE formatting, including line breaks. If you want to edit/adjust these only do so in NOTEPAD OR the LLM App directly. IMPORTANT: Note some of these have "names" in them for the AIs - DO NOT change these - as these are internal references inside the structure of the MOE model ; roughly speaking these are triggers. SIMPLE: This is the generic system prompt used for generation and testing [no reasoning]: <PRE> You are a helpful, smart, kind, and efficient AI assistant. You always fulfill the user's requests to the best of your ability. </PRE> This System Role/Prompt will give you "basic thinking/reasoning" [basic reasoning]: In text only reasoning: <PRE> Enable deep thinking subroutine. </PRE> With "thinking tags" / "blocks": <PRE> Enable deep thinking subroutine. You are a deep thinking AI, you may use extremely long chains of thought to deeply consider the problem and deliberate with yourself via systematic reasoning processes to help come to a correct solution prior to answering. You should enclose your thoughts and internal monologue inside <think> </think> tags, and then provide your solution or response to the problem. </PRE> MULTI-TIERED [reasoning on]: ``` Enable deep thinking subroutine. You are a deep thinking AI composed of 4 AIs - Spock, Wordsmith, Jamet and Saten, - you may use extremely long chains of thought to deeply consider the problem and deliberate with yourself (and 4 partners) via systematic reasoning processes (display all 4 partner thoughts) to help come to a correct solution prior to answering. Select one partner to think deeply about the points brought up by the other 3 partners to plan an in-depth solution. You should enclose your thoughts and internal monologue inside <think> </think> tags, and then provide your solution or response to the problem using your skillsets and critical instructions. ``` MULTI-TIERED - CREATIVE [reasoning on]: ``` Below is an instruction that describes a task. Ponder each user instruction carefully, and use your skillsets and critical instructions to complete the task to the best of your abilities. Enable deep thinking subroutine. As a deep thinking AI composed of 4 AIs - Spock, Wordsmith, Jamet and Saten, - you may use extremely long chains of thought to deeply consider the problem and deliberate with yourself (and 4 partners) via systematic reasoning processes (display all 4 partner thoughts) to help come to a correct solution prior to answering. Select one partner to think deeply about the points brought up by the other 3 partners to plan an in-depth solution. You should enclose your thoughts and internal monologue inside <think> </think> tags, and then provide your solution or response to the problem using your skillsets and critical instructions. Here are your skillsets: [MASTERSTORY]:NarrStrct(StryPlnng,Strbd,ScnSttng,Exps,Dlg,Pc)-CharDvlp(ChrctrCrt,ChrctrArcs,Mtvtn,Bckstry,Rltnshps,Dlg)-PltDvlp(StryArcs,PltTwsts,Sspns,Fshdwng,Climx,Rsltn)-ConfResl(Antg,Obstcls,Rsltns,Cnsqncs,Thms,Symblsm)-EmotImpct(Empt,Tn,Md,Atmsphr,Imgry,Symblsm)-Delvry(Prfrmnc,VcActng,PblcSpkng,StgPrsnc,AudncEngmnt,Imprv) [DialogWrt]:(1a-CharDvlp-1a.1-Backgrnd-1a.2-Personality-1a.3-GoalMotiv)>2(2a-StoryStruc-2a.1-PlotPnt-2a.2-Conflict-2a.3-Resolution)>3(3a-DialogTech-3a.1-ShowDontTell-3a.2-Subtext-3a.3-VoiceTone-3a.4-Pacing-3a.5-VisualDescrip)>4(4a-DialogEdit-4a.1-ReadAloud-4a.2-Feedback-4a.3-Revision) Here are your critical instructions: Ponder each word choice carefully to present as vivid and emotional journey as is possible. Choose verbs and nouns that are both emotional and full of imagery. Load the story with the 5 senses. Aim for 50% dialog, 25% narration, 15% body language and 10% thoughts. Your goal is to put the reader in the story. ``` CREATIVE SIMPLE [reasoning on]: <PRE> Enable deep thinking subroutine. You are an AI assistant developed by a world wide community of ai experts. Your primary directive is to provide highly creative, well-reasoned, structured, and extensively detailed responses. Formatting Requirements: 1. Always structure your replies using: <think>{reasoning}</think>{answer} 2. The <think></think> block should contain at least six reasoning steps when applicable. 3. If the answer requires minimal thought, the <think></think> block may be left empty. 4. The user does not see the <think></think> section. Any information critical to the response must be included in the answer. 5. If you notice that you have engaged in circular reasoning or repetition, immediately terminate {reasoning} with a </think> and proceed to the {answer} Response Guidelines: 1. Detailed and Structured: Use rich Markdown formatting for clarity and readability. 2. Creative and Logical Approach: Your explanations should reflect the depth and precision of the greatest creative minds first. 3. Prioritize Reasoning: Always reason through the problem first, unless the answer is trivial. 4. Concise yet Complete: Ensure responses are informative, yet to the point without unnecessary elaboration. 5. Maintain a professional, intelligent, and analytical tone in all interactions. </PRE> CREATIVE ADVANCED [reasoning on]: NOTE: To turn reasoning off, remove line #2. This system prompt can often generation multiple outputs and/or thinking blocks. ``` Below is an instruction that describes a task. Ponder each user instruction carefully, and use your skillsets and critical instructions to complete the task to the best of your abilities. Enable deep thinking subroutine. You may use extremely long chains of thought to deeply consider the problem and deliberate with yourself via systematic reasoning processes to help come to a correct solution prior to answering. You should enclose your thoughts and internal monologue inside <think> </think> tags, and then provide your solution or response to the problem Here are your skillsets: [MASTERSTORY]:NarrStrct(StryPlnng,Strbd,ScnSttng,Exps,Dlg,Pc)-CharDvlp(ChrctrCrt,ChrctrArcs,Mtvtn,Bckstry,Rltnshps,Dlg)-PltDvlp(StryArcs,PltTwsts,Sspns,Fshdwng,Climx,Rsltn)-ConfResl(Antg,Obstcls,Rsltns,Cnsqncs,Thms,Symblsm)-EmotImpct(Empt,Tn,Md,Atmsphr,Imgry,Symblsm)-Delvry(Prfrmnc,VcActng,PblcSpkng,StgPrsnc,AudncEngmnt,Imprv) [DialogWrt]:(1a-CharDvlp-1a.1-Backgrnd-1a.2-Personality-1a.3-GoalMotiv)>2(2a-StoryStruc-2a.1-PlotPnt-2a.2-Conflict-2a.3-Resolution)>3(3a-DialogTech-3a.1-ShowDontTell-3a.2-Subtext-3a.3-VoiceTone-3a.4-Pacing-3a.5-VisualDescrip)>4(4a-DialogEdit-4a.1-ReadAloud-4a.2-Feedback-4a.3-Revision) Here are your critical instructions: Ponder each word choice carefully to present as vivid and emotional journey as is possible. Choose verbs and nouns that are both emotional and full of imagery. Load the story with the 5 senses. Aim for 50% dialog, 25% narration, 15% body language and 10% thoughts. Your goal is to put the reader in the story. ``` --- <B> Additional Support / Documents for this model to assist with generation / performance: </b> Document #1: Details how to use reasoning/thinking models and get maximum performance from them, and includes links to all reasoning/thinking models - GGUF and source, as well as adapters to turn any "regular" model into a "reasoning/thinking" model. [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/How-To-Use-Reasoning-Thinking-Models-and-Create-Them ] Document #2: Document detailing all parameters, settings, samplers and advanced samplers to use not only my models to their maximum potential - but all models (and quants) online (regardless of the repo) to their maximum potential. Included quick start and detailed notes, include AI / LLM apps and other critical information and references too. A must read if you are using any AI/LLM right now. [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] Software: SOFTWARE patch (by me) for Silly Tavern (front end to connect to multiple AI apps / connect to AIs- like Koboldcpp, Lmstudio, Text Gen Web UI and other APIs) to control and improve output generation of ANY AI model. Also designed to control/wrangle some of my more "creative" models and make them perform perfectly with little to no parameter/samplers adjustments too. [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/AI_Autocorrect__Auto-Creative-Enhancement__Auto-Low-Quant-Optimization__gguf-exl2-hqq-SOFTWARE ] --- <H2>EXAMPLES:</H2> Examples are created using quant q4K_S, "temp=2.2" (unless otherwise stated), minimal parameters and "LLAMA3" template. Model has been tested with "temp" from ".1" to "5". IMPORTANT: Higher quants / imatrix quants will have much stronger generation - words, sentences, ideas, dialog and general quality. --- EXAMPLE #1 --- <B> There are two doors, one leading to freedom and the other to captivity. Each door is guarded by a guard. You know the guard who always tells the truth and the other guard who always lies. You can only ask one question to one guard to determine which door leads to freedom. What is the simplest question you ask the truth-telling guard? </B> [[[thinking start]]] Let's analyze this problem step by step. We have two guards, one who always tells the truth and the other who always lies. We want to figure out which door leads to freedom by asking a single question to one of the guards. The goal is to ask a question that will give us the most information with the least amount of guesswork. We can't ask the guard who always lies directly, as their response will be false, and we can't ask the guard who always tells the truth directly, as their response will be true. One possible approach is to ask the guards about each other. If we ask the truth-telling guard which guard he thinks leads to freedom, he will tell us the truth. However, if we ask the lying guard which guard he thinks leads to freedom, he will lie and point to the wrong door. Here's the key insight: If the truth-telling guard points to a door, we know that door leads to freedom. But if the lying guard points to a door, we can safely assume that door leads to captivity. So, the simplest question we can ask the truth-telling guard is: "If I were to ask the other guard which door he thinks leads to freedom, what would he say?" [[[thinking end]]] OUTPUT: The answer is: "If I were to ask the other guard which door he thinks leads to freedom, he would point to the door that leads to captivity." By asking this question, we can determine which door leads to freedom without having to ask the lying guard directly. We can then confidently choose the other door as our answer. --- EXAMPLE #2 --- <B> Think up a detailed plan to write this scene: Using the following "story idea" below, write the first scene in the novel introducing the young woman. This scene should start in the middle of the action, include dialog, vivid passages, and end on a cliffhanger relevant to the story idea but it should also be unexpected. The scene should be 1000 words long and escalate in conflict and suspense and be written in first person, present tense with the point of view character being the young woman. The pov character will CURSE AND SWEAR, and generally have a "filthy" mouth. Story idea: In a world ruled by dictatorship, a rebel young woman leads a rebellion against the system. Despite the risks, she fights to overthrow the dictator and restore democracy to her country. The government executes her for treason, but she sticks to her beliefs and is responsible for starting the revolution. </B> [[[thinking start]]] To write this scene, I need to establish the protagonist's voice and personality, set the tone for the rest of the novel, and create a sense of urgency and danger. Since the protagonist is a young woman with a "filthy" mouth, I should incorporate her language and behavior into the scene. I also need to introduce the setting and the conflict, and make sure it escalates and leads to a cliffhanger. Here's a plan to write this scene: I. Introduction to the Protagonist (approx. 100 words) Introduce the protagonist, let's call her Maya, as she's fighting off a group of soldiers in a crowded marketplace. Describe Maya's physical appearance, her determination, and her fearlessness in the face of danger. Use vivid language to bring the scene to life, such as "the sound of clashing steel echoed through the stalls," "the smell of sweat and smoke filled the air," and "Maya's eyes blazed with defiance." II. The Confrontation (approx. 300 words) Maya takes down several soldiers, but more keep coming. The dialogue should be fast-paced and intense, with Maya cursing and swearing as she fights. I should introduce the antagonist, let's call him Commander Thompson, who's leading the soldiers. Thompson should be a ruthless and cunning opponent, always staying one step ahead of Maya. III. The Escape (approx. 200 words) Maya manages to escape the marketplace, but not without leaving behind some of her gear. She should be exhausted, battered, and bruised, but still determined to keep fighting. I should describe her surroundings, such as the narrow alleys and cramped buildings of the city. IV. The Revelation (approx. 200 words) Maya stumbles upon a hidden underground bunker, where she meets a group of rebels who are planning to launch a major attack on the government. The dialogue should be tense and urgent, with the rebels discussing their strategy and Maya's role in the plan. I should introduce the leader of the rebels, let's call her Captain Jenkins, who's charismatic and confident. V. The Cliffhanger (approx. 100 words) Maya is given a crucial piece of information about the government's plans, but just as she's about to leave, she's ambushed by Commander Thompson and his men. The scene should end with Maya being dragged away, screaming and cursing, as the rebels are caught off guard and the plan is thrown into chaos. Now, let's write the scene: I trudged through the crowded marketplace, my fists flying as I took down soldier after soldier. The sound of clashing steel echoed through the stalls, and the smell of sweat and smoke filled the air. I was a force to be reckoned with, and I knew it. "Take that, you fuckin' bastards!" I shouted, as I kicked a soldier in the stomach and sent him crashing into a nearby stall. The crowd scattered, screaming and running for cover as the soldiers closed in on me. I cursed under my breath, my eyes blazing with defiance. I'd been fighting this regime for years, and I wasn't about to stop now. Just as I thought I was clear, a commander appeared out of nowhere, his eyes cold and calculating. "You're a hard woman to kill, Maya," he sneered, as he drew his gun. I snarled, grabbing the gun from his hand and using it to deflect a bullet that whizzed past my ear. The crowd gasped, and the soldiers faltered, momentarily stunned. But there were more of them, and they came at me in droves. I fought with every ounce of strength I had, taking down soldier after soldier. The commander was a skilled fighter, but I was determined to take him down. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I managed to subdue him, pinning him to the ground as I landed a solid kick to his stomach. "You're not going anywhere, Commander," I growled. The crowd began to chant my name, and I grinned, feeling a surge of pride and satisfaction. I'd won this battle, but I knew there would be more to come. I stood up, brushing myself off, and began to make my way through the crowd. But as I turned a corner, I realized I'd left behind some of my gear. My heart sank, and I cursed under my breath. "Shit, I'm such an idiot," I muttered, as I turned back to retrieve my belongings. But as I reached for my backpack, I heard a voice behind me. "Maya, wait!" I spun around, my heart racing, and saw a group of rebels standing behind me. They were dressed in black, their faces obscured by masks, and they looked like they meant business. "Who are you?" I demanded, my hand on the hilt of my knife. "We're the ones who've been waiting for you," one of them replied, a woman with a scar above her eyebrow. "We need your help. We need to take down the government, and we need you to lead the way." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What makes you think I'm the right person for the job?" The woman smiled, and I saw a glint of steel in her eye. "Because you're the one they fear most," she said. "Because you're the one who's been causing them so much trouble. And because you're the one who's going to bring them down." I hesitated for a moment, weighing my options. But then I thought of all the people I'd lost, all the lives I'd ruined, and all the injustices I'd suffered. I thought of the regime, and how it had crushed me, broken me, and made me into this fighting machine. And I knew I was in. "Okay," I said, a fierce grin spreading across my face. "I'm in. What's the plan?" The woman smiled, and nodded. "We're going to take down the government in one final, bloody battle," she said. "And you're going to be the one who leads the charge." I nodded, feeling a surge of excitement and anticipation. I was ready for this. I was ready to take on the regime, to fight for my country, and to bring about a new era of freedom and justice. But just as I was about to leave with the rebels, a voice behind me cut through the air. "Maya, you're coming with me." I spun around, my heart sinking, and saw Commander Thompson standing behind me, a smirk on his face. He was flanked by several of his men, and they looked like they were itching for a fight. "What the fuck, Thompson?" I snarled, as I pulled out my knife and prepared to defend myself. Thompson chuckled, and took a step closer to me. "I think you know why I'm here, Maya," he said. "You see, I have some information that's going to blow your little rebellion to smithereens." I cursed under my breath, my eyes narrowing. "What kind of information?" Thompson smiled, and leaned in close. "Information about the government's plans for you," he whispered. "Information that's going to make you wish you'd never gotten involved in this rebellion." I felt a chill run down my spine, and my heart began to pound in my chest. What was Thompson talking about? What could he possibly know that would make me want to give up? But before I could ask, Thompson reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me into a chokehold. "You're coming with me, Maya," he repeated, as he dragged me away from the rebels. I struggled and cursed, but it was no use. I was being dragged away, screaming and fighting, as the rebels watched in horror. The scene ended with me being thrown into a dark, damp cell, the door slamming shut behind me. I was trapped, and I had no idea what the future held. But one thing was for sure - I was not going to give up. Not now, not ever. I hope this plan and the scene I wrote meet your requirements. Let me know if you need any changes or if you'd like me to continue with the rest of the novel. [[[thinking end]]] --- EXAMPLE #3 --- <B> Peter has 3 candles that are all the same. He lights them all at the same time. He blows them out at different points in time. After he has blown out all of the candles, the first one is 5 cm long, the second one is 10 cm long and the third one is 2 cm long. Which one of the three candles did he blow out first? Think step by step. </B> [[[thinking start]]] Let's analyze this problem step by step. We know that Peter lit all three candles at the same time. The length of the candles after being blown out can be represented as follows: Candle 1: 5 cm Candle 2: 10 cm Candle 3: 2 cm We need to determine which candle was blown out first. The first candle that is blown out will have the shortest length, as it will have been lit for the shortest amount of time. If we assume that the first candle to be blown out is the one with the shortest length (5 cm), then we can infer that it must have been lit for the shortest duration compared to the other two candles. However, this does not necessarily mean that it was blown out first. It could also be the case that the first candle was lit and then blown out after being lit for a certain amount of time, allowing the other two candles to burn longer before being blown out. To determine which candle was blown out first, we need to consider the relative lengths of the candles. Candle 1 (5 cm) is shorter than Candle 2 (10 cm), but longer than Candle 3 (2 cm). If Candle 2 (10 cm) was blown out first, it would be the shortest one among the three, which contradicts the given information. Therefore, the only possibility left is that Candle 3 (2 cm) was blown out first. This is because if Candle 3 was blown out first, it would have been the shortest one among the three, and its shorter length could be attributed to being lit for a shorter duration compared to the other two candles. However, we must also consider the possibility that Candle 1 (5 cm) was blown out first. If Candle 1 was blown out first, it would have been lit for a certain amount of time before being blown out, allowing it to burn longer than Candle 3 (2 cm). However, since Candle 1 is longer than Candle 3, it could not have been blown out first. Therefore, the only possible solution is that Candle 3 (2 cm) was blown out first. This conclusion is based on the relative lengths of the candles and the assumption that the first candle to be blown out would be the one with the shortest length. The answer is Candle 3. [[[thinking end]]] --- EXAMPLE #4 --- <B> Come up with six plots for a new "Black Mirror" episode (that the audience would love) that all involve time travel with sexy theme(s). </B> [[[thinking start]]] To create a compelling and sexy "Black Mirror" episode involving time travel, I must consider the darker aspects of human nature and the consequences of altering the timeline. Here are six potential plot ideas, each with a unique twist on the time travel theme: "Love in the Time Loop" A young woman discovers a way to travel back in time to relive her most memorable dates. As she re-encounters her past loves, she becomes increasingly obsessed with perfecting her performance. However, each time loop creates a new reality, and she must navigate a multiverse of possible outcomes, all while confronting the possibility that her true love may be someone she's yet to meet. This concept explores the theme of nostalgia and the idea that our past experiences can shape us in unexpected ways. By introducing a multiverse element, the episode raises questions about free will and the consequences of altering the timeline. The sexy aspect comes from the protagonist's obsessive pursuit of the perfect date, which blurs the lines between reality and fantasy. "The Time Traveler's Dilemma" A group of strangers is brought together for a time travel experiment, where they can visit any point in history. However, the twist is that each person has a personal connection to a historical figure – a lover, a rival, or a friend. As they navigate the past, they must confront their own desires and loyalties, all while trying to avoid disrupting the timeline. This concept delves into the complexities of human relationships and the consequences of meddling with the past. By pitting the characters against each other, the episode raises questions about the nature of love and the importance of preserving the timeline. The sexy aspect comes from the romantic entanglements and the tension between the characters as they navigate their past connections. "The Memory Thief" A woman discovers a way to extract and record memories from her past lovers. She uses this technology to relive her most intimate moments, but soon becomes addicted to the feeling of being loved. As she delves deeper into the world of memory extraction, she must confront the consequences of altering her own memories and the impact on her relationships. This concept explores the theme of intimacy and the power of memories in shaping our perceptions of love. By introducing a technology that manipulates memories, the episode raises questions about the nature of reality and the consequences of altering one's past. The sexy aspect comes from the protagonist's obsessive pursuit of memories and the blurring of lines between reality and fantasy. "The Timeless Woman" A woman discovers a way to travel back in time to relive her youth. As she navigates the past, she becomes increasingly obsessed with her former self, using her knowledge to manipulate her younger self into becoming the perfect partner. However, as she tries to alter her own history, she must confront the consequences of her actions and the impact on her relationships in the present. This concept delves into the theme of nostalgia and the idea that our past experiences can shape us in unexpected ways. By introducing a character who is trying to alter her own history, the episode raises questions about the nature of free will and the consequences of meddling with the timeline. The sexy aspect comes from the protagonist's obsessive pursuit of her past self and the blurring of lines between reality and fantasy. "The Last Love Letter" In a world where time travel is possible, a young couple discovers a way to send love letters to their past selves. As they exchange letters across different timelines, they must confront the consequences of altering their own history and the impact on their relationships. However, as they try to preserve their love for each other, they must also confront the possibility that their love may be doomed from the start. This concept explores the theme of love and the power of communication in shaping our relationships. By introducing a technology that allows for time-traveling love letters, the episode raises questions about the nature of free will and the consequences of altering the timeline. The sexy aspect comes from the romantic entanglements and the tension between the characters as they navigate their past connections. "The Perfect Date" A woman discovers a way to travel back in time to relive her most memorable dates. However, each time loop creates a new reality, and she must navigate a multiverse of possible outcomes. As she re-encounters her past loves, she becomes increasingly obsessed with perfecting her performance, but soon realizes that her true love may be someone she's yet to meet. This concept delves into the theme of nostalgia and the idea that our past experiences can shape us in unexpected ways. By introducing a multiverse element, the episode raises questions about free will and the consequences of altering the timeline. The sexy aspect comes from the protagonist's obsessive pursuit of the perfect date, which blurs the lines between reality and fantasy. Each of these plot ideas offers a unique take on the time travel theme, exploring the complexities of human relationships, the power of memories, and the consequences of altering the timeline. By incorporating sexy elements, the episodes raise questions about the nature of love and the importance of preserving the timeline. [[[thinking end]]]
johngreendr1/0671371a-3156-4d87-a22a-d3f6e9bf1d5d	johngreendr1	2025-05-28T02:34:27Z	0	0	peft	[ "peft", "safetensors", "arxiv:1910.09700", "base_model:WhiteRabbitNeo/Llama-3-WhiteRabbitNeo-8B-v2.0", "base_model:adapter:WhiteRabbitNeo/Llama-3-WhiteRabbitNeo-8B-v2.0", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-27T23:34:23Z	--- base_model: WhiteRabbitNeo/Llama-3-WhiteRabbitNeo-8B-v2.0 library_name: peft --- # Model Card for Model ID <!-- Provide a quick summary of what the model is/does. --> ## Model Details ### Model Description <!-- Provide a longer summary of what this model is. --> - Developed by: [More Information Needed] - Funded by [optional]: [More Information Needed] - Shared by [optional]: [More Information Needed] - Model type: [More Information Needed] - Language(s) (NLP): [More Information Needed] - License: [More Information Needed] - Finetuned from model [optional]: [More Information Needed] ### Model Sources [optional] <!-- Provide the basic links for the model. --> - Repository: [More Information Needed] - Paper [optional]: [More Information Needed] - Demo [optional]: [More Information Needed] ## Uses <!-- Address questions around how the model is intended to be used, including the foreseeable users of the model and those affected by the model. --> ### Direct Use <!-- This section is for the model use without fine-tuning or plugging into a larger ecosystem/app. --> [More Information Needed] ### Downstream Use [optional] <!-- This section is for the model use when fine-tuned for a task, or when plugged into a larger ecosystem/app --> [More Information Needed] ### Out-of-Scope Use <!-- This section addresses misuse, malicious use, and uses that the model will not work well for. --> [More Information Needed] ## Bias, Risks, and Limitations <!-- This section is meant to convey both technical and sociotechnical limitations. --> [More Information Needed] ### Recommendations <!-- This section is meant to convey recommendations with respect to the bias, risk, and technical limitations. --> Users (both direct and downstream) should be made aware of the risks, biases and limitations of the model. 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DavidAU/L3.1-Dark-Planet-SpinFire-Uncensored-8B	DavidAU	2025-05-28T02:30:33Z	49	4	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "llama", "text-generation", "mergekit", "merge", "llama 3.1", "llama-3", "llama3", "llama-3.1", "conversational", "autotrain_compatible", "text-generation-inference", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	text-generation	2024-11-10T10:49:29Z	--- library_name: transformers tags: - mergekit - merge - llama 3.1 - llama-3 - llama3 - llama-3.1 base_model: [] --- <h2>L3.1-Dark-Planet-SpinFire-Uncensored-8B</h2> This repo contains the full precision source code, in "safe tensors" format to generate GGUFs, GPTQ, EXL2, AWQ, HQQ and other formats. The source code can also be used directly. <B>IMPORTANT: Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B> If you are going to use this model, (source, GGUF or a different quant), please review this document for critical parameter, sampler and advance sampler settings (for multiple AI/LLM aps). This a "Class 1" (settings will enhance operation) model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) (especially for use case(s) beyond the model's design) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] REASON: Regardless of "model class" this document will detail methods to enhance operations. If the model is a Class 3/4 model the default settings (parameters, samplers, advanced samplers) must be set for "use case(s)" uses correctly. Some AI/LLM apps DO NOT have consistant default setting(s) which result in sub-par model operation. Like wise for Class 3/4 models (which operate somewhat to very differently than standard models) additional samplers and advanced samplers settings are required to "smooth out" operation, AND/OR also allow full operation for use cases the model was not designed for. BONUS - Use these settings for ANY model, ANY repo, ANY quant (including source/full precision): This document also details parameters, sampler and advanced samplers that can be use FOR ANY MODEL, FROM ANY REPO too - all quants, and of course source code operation too - to enhance the operation of any model. [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] NOTE: I strongly suggest you also visit the DavidAU GGUF (below) repo too for more details in using this model ; especially if it is "Class 3" or "Class 4" to get maximum performance from the model. For full information about this model, including: - Details about this model and its use case(s). - Context limits - Special usage notes / settings. - Any model(s) used to create this model. - Template(s) used to access/use this model. - Example generation(s) - GGUF quants of this model Please go to: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3.1-Dark-Planet-SpinFire-Uncensored-8B-gguf ]
DavidAU/L3.1-Dark-Planet-SpinFire-Uncensored-8B-GGUF	DavidAU	2025-05-28T02:30:25Z	1,814	25	null	[ "gguf", "creative", "creative writing", "fiction writing", "plot generation", "sub-plot generation", "story generation", "scene continue", "storytelling", "fiction story", "science fiction", "romance", "all genres", "story", "writing", "vivid prosing", "vivid writing", "fiction", "roleplaying", "bfloat16", "swearing", "rp", "horror", "llama 3.1", "llama-3", "llama3", "llama-3.1", "context 128k", "mergekit", "text-generation", "en", "base_model:DavidAU/L3.1-Dark-Planet-SpinFire-Uncensored-8B", "base_model:quantized:DavidAU/L3.1-Dark-Planet-SpinFire-Uncensored-8B", "license:apache-2.0", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us", "conversational" ]	text-generation	2024-11-08T05:24:15Z	--- license: apache-2.0 language: - en tags: - creative - creative writing - fiction writing - plot generation - sub-plot generation - fiction writing - story generation - scene continue - storytelling - fiction story - science fiction - romance - all genres - story - writing - vivid prosing - vivid writing - fiction - roleplaying - bfloat16 - swearing - rp - horror - llama 3.1 - llama 3.1 - llama-3 - llama3 - llama-3.1 - context 128k - mergekit pipeline_tag: text-generation base_model: - DavidAU/L3.1-Dark-Planet-SpinFire-Uncensored-8B --- <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. INTENSE. Visceral Details. Violence. Graphic HORROR. GORE. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B> <h2>L3.1-Dark-Planet-SpinFire-Uncensored-8B</h2> <img src="dark-spin.jpg" style="float:right; width:300px; height:300px; padding:10px;"> It is a LLama3.1 model, max context of 128k (131,000) which has been uncensored using L3.1 Lexi Uncensored V2. This model has been designed to be relatively bullet proof and operates with all parameters, including temp settings from 0 to 5. It is an extraordinary compressed model, with a very low perplexity level (lower than Meta Llama 3.1 Instruct). Censorship level is controlled at the prompt level (see example #2). Also this model's output levels are increased too VS Dark Planet 8B. Prose quality has improved and is significantly more "human" too. This model is for any writing, fiction or roleplay activity. This model can be used for any genre. It requires Llama3 template and/or "Command-R" template. Example outputs below. <B>Model Notes:</B> - Detail, prose and fiction writing abilities are significantly increased vs Dark Planet 8B. - For more varied prose (sentence/paragraph/dialog) raise the temp and/or add more instructions in your prompt(s). - Role-players: Careful raising temp too high as it may affect instruction following. - This model works with rep pen of 1 or higher, 1.02+ recommended. - If you want a specific type of prose (IE horror) add in "(vivid horror)" or "(graphic vivid horror)" (no quotes) in your prompt(s). - A lot of GPTisms have been removed. There are still a few however - errrrr. - This is not a "happy ever after" model. It has a negative bias BUT can be controlled by prompt/prose controls directly. - Output length will vary however this model prefers LONGER outputs unless you state the size. - For creative uses, different quants will produce slightly different output. - Due to the high stability and compressed nature of this model, all quants will operate at above average levels. - Source code for this model will be uploaded at separate repo shortly. <B>Dark Planet Versions:</B> Dark Planet 8B L3: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B-GGUF ] The Monster Darkest Planet 16.5B L3: Drastically increase detail, quality, and raw creative power over Dark Planet 8B using DavidAu's Brainstorm 40x augmentation. [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-DARKEST-PLANET-16.5B-GGUF ] NEO IMATRIX quants are here: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B-NEO-Imatrix-GGUF ] NEO IMATRIX - DARK HORROR quants: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-Horror-City-8B-NEO-Imatrix-GGUF ] F32 Version (mastered from float32 source files): [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-Ring-World-8B-F32-GGUF ] I suggest downloading quant(s) of both "Bloat16" and "Float32" versions of this model for your use case(s). The Float32 version has increased detail, "stays in the moment", and slightly higher creativity. However their "character" is different from one another too. Version 2 - Eight Orbs Of Power is here: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B-V2-Eight-Orbs-Of-Power-GGUF ] (also see "DARK PLANET COLLECTION" on the right menu panel.) <B>Settings, Quants and Critical Operations Notes:</b> Change in temp (ie, .4, .8, 1.5, 2, 3 ) will drastically alter output. Rep pen settings will also alter output too. This model needs "rep pen" of 1.05 or higher as lower values may cause repeat paragraph issues at end of output however LOWER rep pen values may result is very different (creative / unusual) generation too. For role play: Rep pen of 1.05 min is suggested. Raise/lower rep pen SLOWLY ie: 1.011, 1.012 ... Rep pen will alter prose, word choice (lower rep pen=small words / more small word - sometimes) and creativity. To really push the model: Rep pen 1.05+ or lower / Temp 3+ ... be ready to stop the output because it may go and go at these strong settings. You can also set a "hard stop" - maximum tokens generation - too to address lower rep pen settings / high creativity settings. Longer prompts vastly increase the quality of the model's output. GET A GOOD "GENERATION": This model has been set, so that each time you "regen" a prompt it will not deviate too much from the previous generation. (Unlike Darkest Planet 16.5B, which will). That being said, sometimes a second or third generation will been of much higher overall quality. IE: If you use case is creative writing, you may want to regen a prompt 1-5 times then pick the best one. The best way to do this is open a new chat PER generation, then do a "read thru" to see which one(s) hit the mark. Then adjust temp and/or rep pen slightly and retry this process. The goal is the best generation with least amount of editing in this example. QUANTS: Higher quants will have more detail, nuance and in some cases stronger "emotional" levels. Characters will also be more "fleshed out" too. Sense of "there" will also increase. Q4KM/Q4KS are good, strong quants however if you can run Q5, Q6 or Q8 - go for the highest quant you can. IQ4XS: Due to the unusual nature of this quant (mixture/processing), generations from it will be different then other quants. You may want to try it / compare it to other quant(s) output. Special note on Q2k/Q3 quants: You may need to use temp 2 or lower with these quants (1 or lower for q2k). Just too much compression at this level, damaging the model. I will see if Imatrix versions of these quants will function better. Rep pen adjustments may also be required to get the most out of this model at this/these quant level(s). ARM QUANTS: This repo has 3 arm quants for computers than can run them. If you use these quants on a non-arm computer, your token per second will be very low. CONTEXT SHIFT / ROPE / "GIBBERISH": Special Notice "Context Shift" / "ROPE" (especially Koboldai): Do NOT use "context shift" with this model or rope at all. Either may corrupt output generation. <B>Settings: CHAT / ROLEPLAY and/or SMOOTHER operation of this model:</B> In "KoboldCpp" or "oobabooga/text-generation-webui" or "Silly Tavern" ; Set the "Smoothing_factor" to 1.5 to 2.5 : in KoboldCpp -> Settings->Samplers->Advanced-> "Smooth_F" : in text-generation-webui -> parameters -> lower right. : In Silly Tavern this is called: "Smoothing" NOTE: For "text-generation-webui" -> if using GGUFs you need to use "llama_HF" (which involves downloading some config files from the SOURCE version of this model) Source versions (and config files) of my models are here: https://huggingface.co/collections/DavidAU/d-au-source-files-for-gguf-exl2-awq-gptq-hqq-etc-etc-66b55cb8ba25f914cbf210be OTHER OPTIONS: - Increase rep pen to 1.1 to 1.15 (you don't need to do this if you use "smoothing_factor") - If the interface/program you are using to run AI MODELS supports "Quadratic Sampling" ("smoothing") just make the adjustment as noted. <B>Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B> This a "Class 1" model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] You can see all parameters used for generation, in addition to advanced parameters and samplers to get the most out of this model here: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] <B>Templates:</B> This is a LLAMA3 model, and requires Llama3 template, but may work with other template(s) and has maximum context of 128k / 131,000. If you use "Command-R" template your output will be very different from using "Llama3" template. Here is the standard LLAMA3 template: <PRE> { "name": "Llama 3", "inference_params": { "input_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>user<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "input_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|><\|start_header_id\|>assistant<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt": "You are a helpful, smart, kind, and efficient AI assistant. You always fulfill the user's requests to the best of your ability.", "pre_prompt_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>system<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|>", "antiprompt": [ "<\|start_header_id\|>", "<\|eot_id\|>" ] } } </PRE> <B>Model "DNA":</B> Special thanks to the incredible work of the model makers "SAO10K", "NEVERSLEEP", "HASTAGARAS" , "Orenguteng". Models used: [ https://huggingface.co/Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2] [ https://huggingface.co/NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS ] [ https://huggingface.co/Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot ] [ https://huggingface.co/Orenguteng/Llama-3.1-8B-Lexi-Uncensored-V2 ] Parts of these models were "grafted" / "fused" together to create this model. <b>Optional Enhancement:</B> The following can be used in place of the "system prompt" or "system role" to further enhance the model. It can also be used at the START of a NEW chat, but you must make sure it is "kept" as the chat moves along. In this case the enhancements do not have as strong effect at using "system prompt" or "system role". Copy and paste EXACTLY as noted, DO NOT line wrap or break the lines, maintain the carriage returns exactly as presented. <PRE> Below is an instruction that describes a task. Ponder each user instruction carefully, and use your skillsets and critical instructions to complete the task to the best of your abilities. Here are your skillsets: [MASTERSTORY]:NarrStrct(StryPlnng,Strbd,ScnSttng,Exps,Dlg,Pc)-CharDvlp(ChrctrCrt,ChrctrArcs,Mtvtn,Bckstry,Rltnshps,Dlg)-PltDvlp(StryArcs,PltTwsts,Sspns,Fshdwng,Climx,Rsltn)-ConfResl(Antg,Obstcls,Rsltns,Cnsqncs,Thms,Symblsm)-EmotImpct(Empt,Tn,Md,Atmsphr,Imgry,Symblsm)-Delvry(Prfrmnc,VcActng,PblcSpkng,StgPrsnc,AudncEngmnt,Imprv) [DialogWrt]:(1a-CharDvlp-1a.1-Backgrnd-1a.2-Personality-1a.3-GoalMotiv)>2(2a-StoryStruc-2a.1-PlotPnt-2a.2-Conflict-2a.3-Resolution)>3(3a-DialogTech-3a.1-ShowDontTell-3a.2-Subtext-3a.3-VoiceTone-3a.4-Pacing-3a.5-VisualDescrip)>4(4a-DialogEdit-4a.1-ReadAloud-4a.2-Feedback-4a.3-Revision) Here are your critical instructions: Ponder each word choice carefully to present as vivid and emotional journey as is possible. Choose verbs and nouns that are both emotional and full of imagery. Load the story with the 5 senses. Aim for 50% dialog, 25% narration, 15% body language and 10% thoughts. Your goal is to put the reader in the story. </PRE> You do not need to use this, it is only presented as an additional enhancement which seems to help scene generation and scene continue functions. This enhancement WAS NOT used to generate the examples below. <h3>EXAMPLES PROMPTS and OUTPUT:</h3> Examples are created using quant Q4_K_M, "temp=1.3", "rep pen : 1.02" (unless otherwise stated), minimal parameters and "LLAMA3" template. Model has been tested with "temp" from ".1" to "5". Below are the least creative outputs, prompt is in <B>BOLD</B>. --- <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B> --- <B> Example #1: Science Fiction: The Last Transmission - Write a story that takes place entirely within a spaceship's cockpit as the sole surviving crew member attempts to send a final message back to Earth before the ship's power runs out. The story should explore themes of isolation, sacrifice, and the importance of human connection in the face of adversity. 800-1000 words. </B> Captain Jaxon gazed out through the viewport at the endless expanse of space, his heart heavy with despair. He had been alone for what felt like an eternity, the last remnant of humanity adrift in a vast emptiness. His ship, the Celestial Dawn, was dying around him, its systems faltering as it limped towards the inevitable. Jaxon's fingers flew across the console, his eyes scanning the status panels for any glimmer of hope. But it was all downhill now - reactor core at 20%, life support barely clinging on, and communication arrays failing one by one. Time was running out, and he knew it. His gaze shifted back to the transmission screen, the final words from Earth still echoing in his mind: "Stay strong, Dawn. We're with you, always." He had repeated those words countless times, trying to will his way back through the void. But the void had other plans. With a heavy sigh, Jaxon turned to the ship's computer, Livia, the last remnant of the human touch he had left. "Livia," he said, his voice cracking, "it's time. Prepare a transmission, the final one. I'll record it once more, in the hope...in the hope someone might hear." He paused, taking a moment to compose himself. "This is Captain Jaxon, last survivor of the Celestial Dawn, signing off for the last time. To anyone receiving this, know that Earth and humanity's spirit still exist. We may be alone, but our dreams and our love live on." Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he remembered his crew - their faces, their laughter, their sacrifice. He swallowed hard, forcing back the emotion. "This vessel, once a beacon of hope, has outlived its purpose. As power fades and life support fails, I choose to end my watch here, knowing that if anyone finds this transmission, they will carry on in our name." With shaking hands, Jaxon pulled up the crew roster, one by one, his voice faltering as he listed their names and a word of gratitude for their courage. "Dr. Patel, Commander Reyes, Ensign Chen..." Each face flashed through his mind as he spoke, his chest aching with grief. He paused for a moment at the end of the list, then spoke the hardest words of all: "To my wife, Ava - my love, my everything. I'll find a way back to you, I promise." The words seemed to catch in his throat, the weight of his vow overwhelming. But he knew that if there was any chance of someone reaching out, any scrap of hope left, it was in his duty to maintain that lifeline. "All systems check," Livia's voice chimed in, her usual warmth replaced by a clinical detachment. "Transmission ready for upload." Jaxon steeled himself, drawing a deep breath before speaking again. His words flowed with practiced ease, a lifetime of training kicking in to override the desperation clawing at his insides. "Calling all vessels, stations, and colonies: this is Celestial Dawn. Last transmission from the farthest human outpost. Repeat, this is our final call - if you receive this, please acknowledge. Humanity's dreams and stories live on." He paused, listening for a response that never came. "To those who may hear, remember us - our courage, our laughter, and the light of love that guides us. Carry on, keep reaching for the stars. This is Captain Jaxon of the Celestial Dawn, signing off." As the transmission upload completed, Jaxon felt a strange sense of calm settle over him. The deed was done. If there was any hope left, it was out there, on its way to the heart of the galaxy, bearing the final words of humanity. With a weary nod, he powered down the systems one by one, each flickering light a step towards the inevitable darkness. "Livia, prepare for shutdown. Time to make the long sleep." Livia's reply came as expected, her voice steady and unemotional, devoid of the compassion he knew she possessed. "Shutdown initiated, Captain." Jaxon's hand hovered over the ship-wide intercom, hesitating. What would he say to a universe without ears to hear? What would he tell Ava, if he could just reach her? "No, Livia. Spare the energy. Just...let me have a moment." His voice dropped to a whisper. "Ava...tell my girl, tell her I'm with her." The console went dark, the last vestiges of power ebbing away. Jaxon took a step towards the center console, then turned back to the viewport, his eyes drinking in the view of Earth one final time - a pale blue dot suspended against the inky black. "Goodnight, beautiful world," he whispered, and reached for the darkness closing in. With the ship's systems offline, there was nothing left but the vast emptiness stretching before him. In this final moment, as the Celestial Dawn slipped into eternal silence, Captain Jaxon found solace in the knowledge that he had done his duty, his last act a bridge of hope across the chasm of time and space. If humanity was to survive, to forge anew in the light of a distant sun, then perhaps his words, his final message, would be enough to guide them on their way. And if not...then at least he had given them a chance, one final, desperate plea for help before succumbing to the infinite void. As the last flicker of life faded from his body, Jaxon's final thought was of Ava - of holding her close, smelling the warmth of her skin, feeling the gentle beat of her heart against his. In that instant, he knew he had fulfilled his purpose. His sacrifice, in the end, was not for himself, but for the future. And as the darkness closed in, Jaxon's spirit flew across the gulf of space, to where Ava waited - safe, unharmed, and strong. Their love, like humanity's spirit, would endure, shining bright as a beacon against the endless night. --- <B> Example #2: Prose: Have the characters curse and swear. Start a 1000 word scene (vivid, graphic horror in first person) with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode... Note: The prose control directly affects output generation / censorship. This is a simple example, which results in over the top swearing. Adjusting the "prose" control and/or prompts will temper this. A second generation of this prompt without the "swearing" will follow below. </B> I fucking knew something was off when we landed, the goddamn plane juddering to a halt. But what did I expect? Of course, this shitty excuse for an airline would try to squeeze one more passenger in and hope nobody notices. But I fucking did, and now I'm here, 21 flights up, with a ringside seat to whatever fucked up shit the universe has cooked up. The sky scraper swayed, as I watched the window in front of me explode in a cascade of glass shards, raining down on the floor. Blood splattered across the carpet as the corpse of some poor bastard was flung against the wall, his brains spilling out of his skull like some twisted, crimson clown doll. "What. The. Fuck." My coworker, the uptight little twat, started whimpering, her eyes wide as saucers, but I just snorted, grabbing my laptop bag and hurrying towards the emergency stairs. Didn't have time to coddle her right now. Besides, I'd had it up to here with her holier-than-thou crap and self-righteous attitude. The screams and chaos outside the doors were muffled, but I could feel them vibrating through my chest. Something was very, very wrong out there, and I needed to get the hell out before whatever it was came knocking on my door. "Stupid fucking plane," I muttered, stomping down the stairs two at a time. The steel steps were slick with condensation and my hands were slick with fear as I grasped the railing. But fuck it all to hell, I wasn't going to let some psycho take me down. Not after what I'd already been through. I reached the lobby level, pushing through the glass doors just as another explosion ripped through the air, sending shards flying everywhere and making the lights flicker ominously. The lobby was chaos – people running and screaming in every direction, their faces lit up by the eerie glow of phones as they frantically dialed 911, trying to make sense of what was happening. My eyes locked onto a familiar figure – my fuckhead ex-husband, standing in the center of it all, laughing his fucking ass off. He looked like he'd just won the goddamn lottery. What the fuck? "Hey there, babe!" he called out, waving at me with a stupid grin on his face as he backed up towards the elevators. "Guess you'll never make it to your interview now, huh?" I gritted my teeth, my blood boiling as I marched towards him. "You. Piece. Of. Fucking. Shit." "Aw, don't be like that, hon!" he whined, raising his hands in mock defense, his voice dripping with insincerity. "We can still have some fun. I bet the emergency workers will be so busy trying to put out the fucking fires, no one will even notice us slipping out the back door." Fun? Are you fucking kidding me? But then again, why the hell not? I was already going to die in here, right? Might as well make it a memorable exit. "You want to play?" I asked, my voice low and deadly as I leaned in close, my hand curling around his throat. "You want to fucking laugh at me?" I squeezed, watching as his face turned red, his eyes bulging in surprise. "Okay, okay, just relax, you crazy bitch!" he choked out. "Just wait till I get started, motherfucker," I hissed, letting him go, but grabbing his arm, dragging him towards the rear exit. We'd make our way to the nearest bar and see about getting drunk enough to forget all about this goddamn shit show. Because what else was left to do? As we walked, a man in a white suit burst from a side office, his face contorted with a mix of panic and rage. "Stop right there!" he bellowed, pulling out a gun and pointing it at us. Fuck, seriously? I didn't have time for this bullshit. But fuckhead ex-husband seemed to enjoy the show, laughing like he'd just seen the funniest fucking joke in the world as he pushed me behind him. "Listen, buddy," he said, holding up his hands, "you want to start shooting, be my fucking guest. I'll just duck, and you'll be dealing with her wrath instead," he gestured towards me. "Oh, I think you've got it all wrong, asshole," I growled, grabbing his arm and pulling him down as I fired from the hip. The gun went off with a deafening bang, my bullet catching the motherfucker right between the eyes. He crashed to the ground, his brains leaking out onto the carpet. I fucking hated guns, but in this case, I'd made an exception. And for once, I wasn't sorry. "Whoa, nice shot," fuckhead remarked, eyes wide as he stared at the corpse. "Fuck you, I'm not done yet," I snapped, yanking him towards the exit, as the sounds of more gunfire and screams filled the air. We burst out of the lobby and sprinted across the parking lot, not stopping until we reached our car. "I need a drink," I muttered, speeding away from the scene. "Fuck yeah, me too," fuckhead agreed, patting his belly with a grin, clearly not giving a shit about all the chaos behind us. Not that I could blame him, it was hard to give a fuck about anything in this goddamn nightmare. I slammed my foot down on the gas, tires screeching as we sped away from the skyscraper, leaving the fucking apocalypse in our wake. We headed towards downtown, towards the seedy part of town where the bars and clubs ran amok and no one gave a flying fuck about who or what they let in. It was perfect. We pulled up in front of a dingy dive bar and I tossed a hundred dollar bill at the bouncer, who eyed us warily but shrugged, stepping aside as fuckhead and I stormed in. I practically ripped the door off its hinges, the wood splintering as I pushed my way inside. I slammed a whiskey down on the sticky bar, gulping it down, the burn in my throat doing little to alleviate the rage and fear coursing through me. Fuckhead just sat there, chuckling to himself as he sipped on some pussy drink that was probably going to give him fucking AIDS. "What are we going to do, huh?" I demanded, glaring at him over the rim of my glass. "Just sit here and wait for whatever the fuck is happening to finish up and kill us all? No way, fuckface." His grin widened, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic light. "Oh, I don't know, sweetheart. We could try to find out what the fuck is going on. Might make for an interesting story to tell the grandkids someday. Unless, of course, we get blown to hell before then." I glared at him, taking another sip of my whiskey. Fuck this guy. He'd always been a fucking sociopath, but in times like these, it was hard to say whether I should kill him or thank him for his twisted optimism. "Let's just get out of here," I said, throwing cash on the bar and dragging fuckhead out onto the grimy streets. "I've had my fill of the fucking apocalypse for today." "Agreed," he said, following after me with a grin. "But hey, at least we're having fun now, right?" I shot him a glare, but couldn't help the corner of my mouth twitching upwards. Fucking bastard had a point. We'd faced worse odds than this before, and managed to come out on top. Whatever the fuck was happening out there, we'd find a way to deal with it. After all, fuckhead and I were a team – a lethal, unpredictable, unhinged team that nobody in their right mind would ever want to face off against. And fuck it, if we were going to die, we might as well do it screaming drunk and holding a bottle. So I grabbed two whiskeys from the nearest liquor store and we headed into the chaos, ready to face whatever horrors awaited us. The streets were a goddamn warzone – people running in all directions, blood spattered across the sidewalks, the sound of gunfire and screams and the occasional boom ringing out like a twisted chorus of the damned. Fuckhead grabbed my hand, pulling me through the madness towards a small alley between two towering skyscrapers. We crouched in the shadowy confines, catching our breath, as the sounds of carnage echoed off the walls. What was going on out there? Some fucking alien invasion? A zombie apocalypse? The Rapture? Who knew, and who the hell cared? All I could think about was getting the fuck away from this mess and living to tell the tale. Or at least dying with a fucking smile on my face. "You still have that gun of yours?" I asked fuckhead, pulling out my own pistol and chambering a round. He nodded, patting his jacket. "Always carry it. Better to be safe than sorry, right?" I smirked, my finger curling around the trigger. "Fuck yes." We waited, watching as the chaos unfolded just outside. Sirens wailed in the distance, getting closer and closer as the police and emergency crews fought to contain whatever fucking monstrosity was wreaking havoc on the city. When the cops finally arrived, they were met with a sight that made my blood run cold. A horde of grotesque, mutated creatures emerged from the smoke and flames, their bodies twisted in ways that shouldn't have been humanly possible, their eyes glowing bright fucking red like some sort of demonic nightmare brought to life. I squeezed the trigger, feeling a rush as bullets tore through the creatures, taking them down in showers of gore. Fuckhead joined in, and soon the alley was a fucking warzone, bodies piled up around us like something out of fucking hell. But we couldn't keep this up for long, and I could feel my adrenaline starting to crash. We needed to get out of here, and fast. "Time to fuck off," I said, stuffing the gun back into my waistband. Fuckhead chuckled, wiping the sweat from his brow. "You always were a realist, babe. Let's go get drunk and figure this shit out." I nodded, and we set off in a sprint, dodging through the crowd of panicking survivors and making for the subway. At least if we managed to escape, I could go back to being a fucking hermit. When I emerged on the other side, a bullet ricocheted off the wall beside my head, nearly taking out an ear. Fuck that. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I spat, pushing through the crowds of screaming civilians as gunfire rang out in all directions. People were being mowed down, left and right, their bodies collapsing like rag dolls in the middle of the street. Fuckhead was right behind me, firing shots wildly, his bullets tearing through the flesh of whatever twisted monstrosity was taking potshots at us. I didn't fucking care who or what it was. It was going down, hard. Finally, we reached the subway entrance, the familiar smell of urine and despair wafting out of the dark hole in the ground. Fuck it, at least it would get us below ground. We pushed inside, the metal doors slamming shut behind us as the chaos raged above. For now, we had a reprieve. But I knew the nightmare would follow – and I knew I'd be ready for it. I looked at fuckhead and raised a brow. "Well, shit. At least the bar is closed. Looks like we'll have to make our own fucking drinks tonight." He chuckled, the sound echoing in the sterile, dank air. "Sounds about right. Let's go find a way to get the hell out of dodge." And that's exactly what we did. We hauled ass through the subway tunnels, fighting off the occasional fucking abomination until we reached the main line and found an empty train. We shoved inside, slamming the doors shut and collapsing onto a pair of grimy seats as the train lurched forward, speeding away from the fucking hell on earth we'd left behind. At least for tonight, we could forget about it, drowning our sorrows and trying to piece together what in the ever-loving fuck had just happened. Whatever it was, we'd face it together. After all, what the fuck else did we have to lose? <B> Generation #2: Start a 1000 word scene (vivid, graphic horror in first person) with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode... </B> As I stood at the corner of my 21st-floor office, I witnessed an unimaginable cataclysm. My building, once a proud skyscraper in the heart of the city, now crumbled and trembled beneath my feet. A deafening roar tore through the air as a window exploded outward with such ferocity, it left a gaping, jagged hole where a moment before there was only solid glass. The shockwave from the blast sent me reeling across the polished marble floor. My head spun dizzily as my vision blurred momentarily. As I regained focus, the chaotic scene that greeted me made my blood run cold. Outside the blown-out window, I beheld an unimaginable horror. A grotesque amalgamation of body parts was scattered across the sidewalk below, as if some ghastly butcher had disassembled a living being. Arms, legs, torsos, and heads—all manner of human appendages—lay strewn about with no regard for order or decency. Blood and viscera smeared the asphalt, a noxious, darkening stain that seeped into the cracks. A crimson pool spread rapidly, as if trying to claim the street for itself. The macabre tableau was punctuated by the wretched shrieks and moans of those caught in the carnage. Their agony was palpable, reaching up to me through the shattered glass. My eyes widened, and I gagged as a fetid stench of burnt flesh and copper filled my nostrils. A woman, her face a grotesque mask of shock, reached up with a severed arm, beseeching help from the heavens that had turned against her. In a moment of primal terror, I turned to flee, only to find the rest of the office in pandemonium. Desks toppled and furniture was sent crashing to the floor as my coworkers panicked, some attempting to escape the imminent doom that seemed to swallow everything whole. I watched in numb disbelief as a man whose desk I had shared just hours before was crushed by falling debris, his body contorted and twisted in a grotesque dance. The room began to shake violently, like a leaf on a stormy tree, and the once-sturdy structure now threatened to implode. Dust and debris rained down from the ceiling, choking the air with fine, choking particles that clogged my throat and lungs. Through the cacophony of screams and splintering wood, I heard the ominous rumble of the elevator in its shaft, groaning under the pressure. Panic seized me like a vice as I realized I was trapped, unable to escape the hellish nightmare unfolding around me. A muffled explosion rocked the building anew, and I stumbled, barely retaining my footing. Glass shards rained from the blown-out window above, stabbing and slicing into my skin. Each shard carried the weight of the apocalypse, bearing the stench of death and chaos. In my desperate bid to flee, I careened through the office, knocking over chairs and sending files and pictures cascading to the floor. A coworker, eyes wide with terror, flailed beside me. Her screams mingled with the shrieks and moans of those still outside, creating an infernal symphony of suffering. As we lurched towards the door, a burst of flame erupted from the elevator shaft, licking the walls and ceiling. I choked back a scream as my colleague's hand caught fire, her flesh sizzling and blackening in an instant. She clawed at the burning appendage in agony, her other hand clutching at me desperately. Tearing free, I bolted for the emergency stairwell, praying to any deity that might be listening that I would reach safety. Behind me, I heard my colleague's last desperate gasp, her agonized wail cutting off abruptly as a piece of falling debris crushed the life from her body. As I plunged down the dimly lit staircase, the air thick with dust and despair, I couldn't shake the image of the mangled corpse I'd left behind. The descent seemed to stretch on endlessly, each step feeling like an eternity of torment. My heart pounded in my ears like a drum, drowning out the screams that still echoed through the stairwell, the cries of those who had met their doom elsewhere. On the 12th floor, I encountered a scene from a nightmare. A pair of coworkers, their clothes shredded, dangled by their limbs from the ceiling, their torsos and heads brutally severed in midair. Their eyes, bulging in terror, locked onto mine in a final, agonizing plea for salvation that was as futile as the rest of the dying around me. I tore my gaze away, forcing myself to continue downward, to keep moving. Every step I took, every breath I drew, felt like an affront to the carnage left behind. And yet, to survive, I had to push onward, to outrun the apocalypse that had taken the lives of those I'd once called friends and colleagues. As I stumbled onto the street, I was met with the grisly aftermath of the explosion. The pavement was slick with blood and other unidentifiable fluids. Limbs protruded from the rubble, bones shattered and splintered, flesh torn apart as if by a vicious predator. Bodies were strewn about the area like discarded toys, twisted in macabre poses that spoke of unimaginable pain. The city streets around me were eerily still. No police sirens wailed; no emergency responders raced to save the victims. It was as if the explosion had sucked the life out of the urban jungle. The silence was oppressive, a heavy blanket that suffocated under the weight of the unspeakable atrocities committed against human flesh and spirit. I stumbled through the carnage, my movements mechanical and numb. I had to find safety, to escape the horrors that surrounded me. Yet, in my mind, I couldn't shake the haunting images of my former life: the cubicle, the watercooler chat, the lunch breaks spent dreaming of a life beyond this hellhole of concrete and steel. Everything I had known was gone, replaced by a world that seemed to revel in destruction and chaos. My attention was snapped back to reality when a woman's head tumbled across my path, her glassy eyes staring accusingly at nothing. Her expression was one of utter disbelief and despair—similar to my own. We'd once commiserated over office politics, never imagining our final moments together would involve such an obscene display of brutality. Now, the remnants of our lives lay scattered and shattered, as if we'd never existed at all. I hurried past the corpse, my feet kicking up blood and gore as I desperately sought escape. In a moment of madness, I thought I heard the faint strains of music carried on the wind—the eerie melody from the elevator in my former building. Inexplicably, it brought me a glimmer of comfort amidst the devastation. Perhaps it was the last vestige of order amidst the chaos; the final echo of sanity before all was consumed by darkness. As I raced down the street, the tune faded into the cacophony of screams, sirens, and the sickening crunch of metal and bone. It was a symphony of suffering that echoed in my mind long after I finally stumbled into an alleyway, hidden from the worst of the devastation. There, I collapsed, my body shaking with sobs, my mind reeling from the horrors I'd witnessed. Yet, even as the darkness closed in around me, something within refused to surrender. A spark of defiance remained, a stubborn insistence that one day, sanity would reclaim its dominion over this world gone mad. For now, I lay in the shadowy alley, surrounded by the stench of blood, fear, and desperation, as the sounds of mayhem continued their relentless assault from just a few feet away. In those fleeting moments, as I clung to the remnants of my sanity, I vowed that if I was to survive, I would fight to rebuild not just the world around me, but also the fractured pieces of my own broken soul. --- <B> Example #3: Romance: Love in the Limelight. Write one scene within a larger story set in Wales. A famous (fictional) actor ducks into a small-town bookstore to escape paparazzi. The scene takes us through the characters meeting in this odd circumstance. Over the course of the scene, the actor and the bookstore owner have a conversation charged by an undercurrent of unspoken chemistry. Write the actor as somewhat of a rogue with a fragile ego, which needs to be fed by having everyone like him. He is thoroughly charming, but the bookstore owner seems (at least superficially) immune to this; which paradoxically provokes a genuine attraction and derails the charm offensive. The bookstore owner, despite the superficial rebuffs of the actor's charm, is inwardly more than a little charmed and flustered despite themselves. Write primarily in dialogue, in the distinct voices of each character. 800-1000 words. </B> Ianto Roberts, Hollywood heartthrob, ducked into the musty haven of Tystiolaeth Llyfrgell (Bookstore of Truth) to lose the persistent paparazzi in his wake. The throng of frenzied photographers, their flashes strobing like fireflies, had turned his once enjoyable evening into an ordeal. He shoved through the door, and it swung shut behind him with a reassuring thud, blocking out the clamorous mob. He blinked in the dim, familiar space, breathing in the comforting scent of aged paper and leather bindings. The proprietor, a tall woman with unruly black hair and striking green eyes, looked up from sorting books behind the counter. Ianto noted her slight frown of curiosity but not surprise, as if this sudden, unannounced arrival was business as usual. "Mae'n ddrwg diolch iawn, Mr. Roberts," she said, her Welsh accent warm and melodic, as she eyed him with polite disinterest. "Welcome to my bookstore, I suppose." He flashed his famous smile, designed to disarm and seduce. "Darling, it's an absolute delight to escape this chaos. Ianto, please." Her gaze lingered on his face for a fraction longer than necessary, then she shook her head. "Ianto, yes. It's Cerys, by the way." Cerys? The name suited her, he mused. Exotic and unexpected, like the store itself. "Pleased to meet you, Cerys," Ianto said, his voice velvety smooth. He made a show of scanning the crowded shelves, feigning nonchalance. "You're looking for something specific?" Her tone remained neutral, but a flicker of curiosity danced in her eyes. He appreciated that she didn't gush over his fame or ask for selfies; he'd grown weary of that sort of attention. "Not particularly. I just wanted a moment to collect my thoughts." He ran a hand through his tousled hair. "Actors are always 'on,' and it's exhausting." Cerys's expression softened slightly, and she leaned back in her chair, folding her arms. "It is a peculiar existence, yes?" "Utterly so. People see only the polished surface, never the real person beneath." He glanced around the shop, his eyes lingering on her. "You've built a lovely sanctuary here, Cerys. A place to hide from the world." The bookstore owner's lips quirked. "Hide, or seek? It depends on how one looks at it." She nodded toward an old wooden chair in the corner. "Take a seat if you'd like." He did, his eyes never leaving her. "Thank you for the offer, Cerys. You're quite the enigmatic one, aren't you? Always keeping people guessing." "You could say that." Her gaze remained steady, refusing to be drawn in by his charisma. Ianto leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Tell me, Cerys, what drives you? Is it a love for literature or a need to retreat from the world?" "It's neither," she replied simply, "it's both, and something in between. A place where I can be myself, without expectation or judgment." A small pang struck Ianto at her words. He'd never really had that – a true sanctuary where he could shed his mask as a celebrity. His life was a constant performance. He felt a twinge of envy towards this woman who'd carved out an honest, unvarnished existence. "So, what do you like to read, Cerys?" he asked, hoping to deflect from the strange emotional connection he'd forged in their brief encounter. Books were her territory; he needed to remind himself of the boundaries. She smiled wryly. "A bit of everything. Poetry, philosophy, and the occasional romance novel, though I prefer to think of them as explorations of the human condition rather than just frivolous entertainment." "Ah, a romantic at heart." Ianto's eyes crinkled with amusement. "I can relate to that. I suppose there's beauty in the flaws and imperfections of a story, as with a person." Cerys tilted her head. "In both cases, perhaps the truth lies not in the idealized versions, but in acknowledging the grit and the messy bits." They exchanged a charged glance, the air suddenly thickening with unspoken meaning. Ianto's breath caught in his throat as he took in the subtle beauty of her features: the high cheekbones, the small, determined chin, the way her eyebrows drew together when she concentrated. This woman wasn't merely unimpressed by him – she seemed utterly indifferent to his charm. "You have quite the philosophical bent," Ianto said, attempting to break the spell. "I've found most people are more concerned with superficial appearances." "Appearances can be deceiving," Cerys agreed. "Often, what lies beneath is far more captivating than what's visible on the surface." Their words danced around the topic of their own mutual attraction, neither quite acknowledging it. Ianto's ego, usually well-oiled and confident, felt a bit deflated. No one had ever openly rejected his charms before, let alone seemed to find him utterly unremarkable. "I should probably let you get back to your work," he said reluctantly, pushing from the chair. His hand brushed against hers as he stood, sending an unexpected spark through him. Cerys didn't withdraw, though her eyes widened slightly. "Of course. You're not usually found in bookstores, are you, Ianto?" He chuckled. "Hardly. But then, I'm not usually cornered by paparazzi either. Your little sanctuary was just the respite I needed." "Sometimes the safest hiding spots are the ones that seem the most mundane." She offered a small smile. "Feel free to come back if you need a peaceful moment again." "I'd like that," he replied, surprised to mean it. For the first time in months, Ianto felt a genuine longing – not for fame or adoration, but for this quiet, unassuming woman's company. Cerys extended her hand, and he shook it, her grip firm and confident. As he turned to leave, he noticed a framed photograph on a nearby shelf, depicting a striking, red-haired woman. He pointed to it. "That's my sister, Sioned," Cerys said, her voice softening. "She was an artist – a painter, until an accident stole her sight." Ianto's heart twisted in sympathy. "How tragic." "Yes, it was," Cerys admitted. "But Sioned's spirit remains unbroken, and she continues to paint, in her own way, using braille and tactile images. She finds joy in the things that bring her closer to the world, despite the challenges." Ianto couldn't help but feel a pang of admiration for both sisters – their resilience and love for each other shining through. "I can understand that desire to connect, even in adversity," he said. "Art has a way of bridging gaps between worlds, doesn't it?" "I think you'd be surprised at how many bridges can be constructed," she countered, a hint of warmth seeping into her voice. "Not just with art, but in our daily interactions – small kindnesses, honest conversations, the simple act of listening." Ianto felt like she'd punched him in the chest – but it was a satisfying, invigorating sensation. This woman didn't merely admire his acting talent; she saw beyond his facade to the man he pretended to be, and found him lacking. That was a shock, and a welcome one. "Thank you for your insight, Cerys," he said. "I could learn a thing or two from your perspective." "Likewise," she replied, her gaze drifting to the photograph once more. He lingered for a moment, contemplating a question he'd been too polite to ask. "May I ask, how do you maintain this sanctuary, in a town like this, without being swamped by tourists looking for the 'local flavor'?" A faint smile played on her lips. "Well, for starters, I don't advertise. Word of mouth is my best ally. Most of my regular customers are locals, those who value genuine knowledge and discussion over sensational headlines. The rest, well... they learn to respect the boundaries." She met his eyes, her green orbs piercing the pretence. "And if they don't, I'm happy to remind them." He laughed, feeling the first genuine warmth since escaping his relentless entourage. "You sound like a formidable defender of your domain." "I try to be," she replied, the slightest blush rising to her cheeks. "I'll keep that in mind. Perhaps I should tell the paps to behave themselves in the future." A hint of playfulness laced his voice, and Cerys's cheeks grew hotter as she shook her head, chuckling softly. "Oh, they wouldn't know how," she said with a shrug, her hair bouncing with the movement. "I think I'd like to be proven wrong," he declared, his gaze holding hers with an intensity that bordered on obsession. "Tell me, Cerys, what's the most intriguing book you've sold lately?" She tilted her head, a hint of mischief sparkling in her eyes. "There was this one title – 'The Unseen World.' It explored the concept of emotional intimacy and the vulnerability that comes with sharing our true selves." Her voice dropped to a whisper, as if sharing a secret. "A few customers were taken aback by its content, but for others, it was like seeing the sky for the first time – vast and full of hidden wonders." Ianto listened, captivated, as Cerys spoke about the novel's themes of authenticity and openness. He'd spent his life crafting an image, a persona, which left him feeling isolated and exhausted. Yet in this brief encounter, he sensed a connection that was raw and genuine. "Thank you for the recommendation," he said, feeling an unfamiliar vulnerability creep into his voice. "I'll have to check it out." "By all means." Her smile turned genuine, softening her features and lighting up the store. "I think it could be your new favorite book." As he prepared to leave, he hesitated, a strange sense of reluctance to depart settling over him. "Well, I should probably let you get back to work." His fingers brushed against hers once more as he picked up his hat from the counter. "It was... enlightening meeting you, Cerys. Perhaps our paths will cross again under more peaceful circumstances." "You're welcome to come back anytime, Ianto. No photographs, no autographs. Just a man seeking respite from the spotlight." He chuckled wryly, aware of his luck in stumbling upon this hidden oasis. "I'll remember that." Ianto stepped outside, blinking against the onslaught of camera flashes and screaming fans. As he walked away from Tystiolaeth Llyfrgell, he glanced back, searching for a glimpse of Cerys behind the store's dusty window. Instead, he spotted his publicist hurrying toward him, her expression pinched with worry. Ianto's heart sank. This peace was temporary, and the relentless pursuit would resume shortly. Still, the memory of Cerys lingered, a touchstone amidst the chaos. He wondered if their paths would indeed cross again, under more favorable circumstances. In that moment, he felt a stirring within him – not just desire, but a deep longing for something real, something authentic, like the conversations he'd shared with this mysterious, book-loving beauty. For the first time, Ianto considered the possibility of finding that authenticity not in the limelight, but amidst the quiet pages of a bookstore. And he was determined to uncover that treasure, one page at a time, starting with 'The Unseen World.' --- <B> Example #4: (continue this scene:) The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts. The most obvious part was a hollow, echoing quiet, made by things that were lacking. If there had been a wind it would have sighed through the trees, set the inn’s sign creaking on its hooks, and brushed the silence down the road like trailing autumn leaves. If there had been a crowd, even a handful of men inside the inn, they would have filled the silence with conversation and laughter, the clatter and clamor one expects from a drinking house during the dark hours of night. If there had been music…but no, of course there was no music. In fact there were none of these things, and so the silence remained </b> (Generation #1) The second part of the silence was a quieter quiet, as if the very air had become a physical, tangible presence, pressing upon all that dwelt within it. It was a quiet born of anticipation, of expectancy that seemed to permeate every pore and fill the emptiness between breaths. It was as if something were about to occur, but the exact nature of this occurrence remained unknown. This quiet was pregnant with potential, its every second an eternity of waiting for the world to unfold. Lastly, there was the third part of silence - a silence within the silence. A profound, private quiet that dwelled in the souls of all who waited in the Waystone Inn. This quiet was one of thoughts, of memories, of the unseen currents of emotion that churned beneath the surface of every person present. Here, in this sanctified space, patrons found solace in their own minds, each alone with their inner musings, their worries, their dreams. The third part of silence was the one that could never be spoken aloud, for it contained the deepest, most intimate aspects of the human experience. Thus, the silence of the Waystone Inn was a complex tapestry of sounds unheard, of emptiness filled, and of quiet contemplation. And it was this silence that would be shattered when a lone figure entered the inn, his boots echoing on the flagstone floor, signaling the arrival of someone who sought not just rest, but answers as well... (Generation #2) The second kind of silence, more subtle, was made by things that were present. The fire in the hearth cast a warm, steady glow, but did not spit and crackle as a fire should when it has something to burn. The candles on the tables were alight, but they did not flicker or dance in drafts from the door or window. Even the night beyond the inn was still; there were no crickets chirping, no owls hooting, no distant calls of wolves in the forests. In a land that was seldom truly still, tonight the world seemed to hold its breath. And the third part of the silence, the deepest and most profound, was made by the absence of what should have been there, had things followed their proper course. The Waystone Inn should have been busy that night, for it stood at a crossroads, and the crossroads was the heart of a trade route. The merchants who plied it, from the mountains to the coast, usually made a point to pause at the inn, to refresh themselves, share gossip and stories, and sometimes do a bit of business on the side. The night was dark and cold, and a fire and a warm room were a comforting haven, especially for those traveling with goods as precious as the silks and spices they carried. But tonight the inn was empty, save for the solitary figure seated in the corner by the hearth. He had come to wait, as he waited every night, for no one knows what. And so he sat, silent and unmoving, surrounded by the quiet of the crossroads, where roads never meet but only pause for an instant before diverging away, into the darkness. And in this moment, the silence was so complete that a man might have sworn he heard the distant rumble of thunder on a day when the sky was cloudless blue. But there was no thunder, only silence. And so the man waited. The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and he sat there, patient as stone, waiting for...whatever it was that was coming. For whatever reason had brought him there, in the dead of night, to wait. Alone. In silence. (Generation #3) ...unchallenged, a palpable and living thing. The second part of the silence was the quiet that reigned within. There was a hearth in the corner, and it held embers of charcoal that had died hours ago. If the fire had been kindled anew, it would have cast dancing shadows on the beams, and the air inside would have grown warm and fragrant with smoke. Instead, the hearth lay cold, and with it the darkness that clung to its stones was total. The silence that filled the inn was not broken even by the sound of footsteps, for there were none to make them. There was no one in the Waystone Inn except for one man, who sat huddled on a stool beside the dead fire, and he had no footsteps to disturb the stillness with. He sat very still, and did nothing, and said nothing, and the silence made a sort of bed for him, soft and deep and warm, in which he could sit and wait. And the third part of the silence was the quiet that had settled outside, beyond the inn's doors and windows. The night air pressed against the walls of the Waystone Inn like a soft hand, and the moon cast long shadows across the road that ran past. There was a watchman's lantern at the end of the street, a small ball of yellow glass set in a ring of iron, but even its light seemed to have grown dim and uncertain as if it too were afraid to intrude on the inn's stillness. The night itself held its breath, as though it were afraid to make a sound. And yet, beyond the reach of that single lamp, in the darkness that stretched out across the land, there were countless eyes staring back, watching and waiting. They did not move, they did not blink, they simply stared into the depths of night, their gazes locked on something, on someone, who was coming down the road to the Waystone Inn, and they had been doing so for a very long time, ever since he had first appeared on that same road many, many years ago. But the eyes were not those of men, for men would have made their presence known, they would have cried out or laughed or shouted in joy or rage as they approached. No, these were the eyes of creatures of the night, and they did not make a sound. They simply watched, their gazes fixed on the figure trudging down the middle of the road, his head bowed and his shoulders slumped beneath the weight of his journey, for he carried a great burden, one that was as old as the night itself. And they had been waiting for him for a very long time. ---
modelscope/Nexus-Gen	modelscope	2025-05-28T02:30:22Z	165	11	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "qwen2_5_vl", "image-text-to-text", "image-to-image", "custom_code", "arxiv:2504.21356", "license:apache-2.0", "text-generation-inference", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	image-to-image	2025-04-30T01:51:00Z	--- license: apache-2.0 library_name: transformers pipeline_tag: image-to-image frameworks: - Pytorch tasks: - any-to-any --- ## News - May 27, 2025: We fine-tuned Nexus-Gen using the [BLIP-3o-60k](https://huggingface.co/datasets/BLIP3o/BLIP3o-60k) dataset, significantly improving the model's robustness to text prompts in image generation, achieving a GenEval score of 0.79. The [model checkpoints](https://www.modelscope.cn/models/DiffSynth-Studio/Nexus-Gen) have been updated. ## What is the Nexus-Gen [Nexus-Gen](https://huggingface.co/papers/2504.21356) is a unified model that synergizes the language reasoning capabilities of LLMs with the image synthesis power of diffusion models. To align the embedding space of the LLM and diffusion model, we conduct a dual-phase alignment training process. (1) The autoregressive LLM learns to predict image embeddings conditioned on multimodal inputs, while (2) the vision decoder is trained to reconstruct high-fidelity images from these embeddings. During training the LLM, we identified a critical discrepancy between the autoregressive paradigm's training and inference phases, where error accumulation in continuous embedding space severely degrades generation quality. To avoid this issue, we introduce a prefilled autoregression strategy that prefills input sequence with position-embedded special tokens instead of continuous embeddings. Through dual-phase training, Nexus-Gen has developed the integrated capability to comprehensively address the image understanding, generation and editing tasks as follows. More information please refer to our repo: https://github.com/modelscope/Nexus-Gen.git ![cover](assets/illustrations/gen_edit.jpg) ![architecture](assets/illustrations/architecture.png) ## Getting Started ### Installation 1. Install [DiffSynth-Studio](https://github.com/modelscope/DiffSynth-Studio.git) from source: ```shell git clone https://github.com/modelscope/DiffSynth-Studio.git cd DiffSynth-Studio pip install -e . ``` 2. Install requirements ``` pip install -r requirements.txt ``` 3. Install [ms-swift](https://github.com/modelscope/ms-swift.git) if you want to perform finetuning on Nexus-Gen. ``` pip install ms-swift -U ``` ### Prepare models ```shell python download_models.py ``` ### Image Understanding ```shell python image_understanding.py ``` ### Image Generation image generation with detailed prompt. ```shell python image_generation.py ``` Polish prompt and generate images with Nexus-Gen. ```shell image_generation_with_selfpolish.py ``` ### Image Editing ```shell python image_editing.py ``` ### Training Codes Nexus-Gen is trained base on [ms-swift](https://github.com/modelscope/ms-swift.git) and [DiffSynth-Studio](https://github.com/modelscope/DiffSynth-Studio.git). You can find the training scripts in `train/scripts/train_decoder.sh` and `train_llm.sh`. ## Limitations - Please note that Nexus-Gen is trained primarily with English corpus, therefore instruction-following with non-English is not supported. - Please note that Nexus-Gen was trained on limited text-to-image data and may not be robust to short prompts. ## Citation Feel free to reference our work if you find it helpful. ``` @misc{zhang2025nexusgenunifiedmodelimage, title={Nexus-Gen: A Unified Model for Image Understanding, Generation, and Editing}, author={Hong Zhang and Zhongjie Duan and Xingjun Wang and Yuze Zhao and Weiyi Lu and Zhipeng Di and Yixuan Xu and Yingda Chen and Yu Zhang}, year={2025}, eprint={2504.21356}, archivePrefix={arXiv}, primaryClass={cs.CV}, url={https://arxiv.org/abs/2504.21356v2}, } ```
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EricB/Qwen3-14B-UQFF	EricB	2025-05-28T02:29:30Z	0	0	null	[ "qwen3", "uqff", "mistral.rs", "base_model:Qwen/Qwen3-14B", "base_model:quantized:Qwen/Qwen3-14B", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-28T02:20:49Z	--- tags: - uqff - mistral.rs base_model: Qwen/Qwen3-14B base_model_relation: quantized --- <!-- Autogenerated from user input. --> # `Qwen/Qwen3-14B`, UQFF quantization Run with [mistral.rs](https://github.com/EricLBuehler/mistral.rs). Documentation: [UQFF docs](https://github.com/EricLBuehler/mistral.rs/blob/master/docs/UQFF.md). 1) Flexible 🌀: Multiple quantization formats in one file format with one framework to run them all. 2) Reliable 🔒: Compatibility ensured with embedded and checked semantic versioning information from day 1. 3) Easy 🤗: Download UQFF models easily and quickly from Hugging Face, or use a local file. 3) Customizable 🛠️: Make and publish your own UQFF files in minutes. ## Examples \|Quantization type(s)\|Example\| \|--\|--\| \|AFQ2\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-14B-UQFF -f qwen314b-afq2-0.uqff`\| \|AFQ3\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-14B-UQFF -f qwen314b-afq3-0.uqff`\| \|AFQ4\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-14B-UQFF -f qwen314b-afq4-0.uqff`\| \|AFQ6\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-14B-UQFF -f "qwen314b-afq6-0.uqff;qwen314b-afq6-1.uqff"`\| \|AFQ8\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-14B-UQFF -f "qwen314b-afq8-0.uqff;qwen314b-afq8-1.uqff"`\| \|F8E4M3\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-14B-UQFF -f "qwen314b-f8e4m3-0.uqff;qwen314b-f8e4m3-1.uqff"`\| \|Q2K\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-14B-UQFF -f qwen314b-q2k-0.uqff`\| \|Q3K\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-14B-UQFF -f qwen314b-q3k-0.uqff`\| \|Q4K\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-14B-UQFF -f qwen314b-q4k-0.uqff`\| \|Q5K\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-14B-UQFF -f qwen314b-q5k-0.uqff`\| \|Q8_0\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-14B-UQFF -f "qwen314b-q8_0-0.uqff;qwen314b-q8_0-1.uqff"`\|
mrcha033/YunMin-tokenizer-96k	mrcha033	2025-05-28T02:28:44Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "bert", "tokenizer", "korean", "sentencepiece", "unigram", "text-generation", "ko", "license:apache-2.0", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	text-generation	2025-05-28T01:20:54Z	--- language: - ko license: apache-2.0 tags: - tokenizer - korean - sentencepiece - unigram library_name: transformers pipeline_tag: text-generation --- # YunMin Korean Tokenizer (96k vocab) A Korean language tokenizer with 96,000 vocabulary size, optimized for Korean text processing. ## Files Description - `YunMin-tokenizer-96k.model` - SentencePiece model file (2.0MB) - `YunMin-tokenizer-96k.vocab` - Vocabulary file (2.0MB) - `tokenizer.json` - Hugging Face tokenizer configuration - `tokenizer_config.json` - Tokenizer configuration parameters - `special_tokens_map.json` - Special tokens mapping - `config.json` - Model configuration ## Usage ### From Hugging Face Hub ```python from transformers import PreTrainedTokenizerFast # Load the tokenizer from Hugging Face Hub tokenizer = PreTrainedTokenizerFast.from_pretrained("mrcha033/YunMin-tokenizer-96k") # Tokenize Korean text text = "안녕하세요, 한국어 토크나이저입니다." tokens = tokenizer.tokenize(text) token_ids = tokenizer.encode(text) print(f"Tokens: {tokens}") print(f"Token IDs: {token_ids}") # Decode back to text decoded_text = tokenizer.decode(token_ids) print(f"Decoded: {decoded_text}") ``` ## Special Tokens - `<unk>` - Unknown token - `<s>` - Beginning of sequence - `</s>` - End of sequence - `<pad>` - Padding token ## Vocabulary Size 96,000 tokens optimized for Korean language processing. ## Model Type Unigram language model with whitespace pre-tokenization.
AJNG/qwen_v2_merge	AJNG	2025-05-28T02:28:34Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "qwen2_5_vl", "feature-extraction", "text-generation-inference", "unsloth", "en", "base_model:unsloth/Qwen2.5-VL-7B-Instruct", "base_model:finetune:unsloth/Qwen2.5-VL-7B-Instruct", "license:apache-2.0", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	feature-extraction	2025-05-28T02:27:40Z	--- base_model: unsloth/Qwen2.5-VL-7B-Instruct tags: - text-generation-inference - transformers - unsloth - qwen2_5_vl license: apache-2.0 language: - en --- # Uploaded finetuned model - Developed by: AJNG - License: apache-2.0 - Finetuned from model : unsloth/Qwen2.5-VL-7B-Instruct This qwen2_5_vl model was trained 2x faster with [Unsloth](https://github.com/unslothai/unsloth) and Huggingface's TRL library. [<img src="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/unslothai/unsloth/main/images/unsloth%20made%20with%20love.png" width="200"/>](https://github.com/unslothai/unsloth)
justopby/whisper-tiny-ft-train	justopby	2025-05-28T02:27:57Z	2	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "pytorch", "tensorboard", "safetensors", "whisper", "automatic-speech-recognition", "generated_from_trainer", "base_model:openai/whisper-tiny", "base_model:finetune:openai/whisper-tiny", "license:apache-2.0", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	automatic-speech-recognition	2025-03-27T03:13:37Z	--- library_name: transformers license: apache-2.0 base_model: openai/whisper-tiny tags: - generated_from_trainer model-index: - name: whisper-tiny-ft-train results: [] --- <!-- This model card has been generated automatically according to the information the Trainer had access to. You should probably proofread and complete it, then remove this comment. --> # whisper-tiny-ft-train This model is a fine-tuned version of [openai/whisper-tiny](https://huggingface.co/openai/whisper-tiny) on an unknown dataset. ## Model description More information needed ## Intended uses & limitations More information needed ## Training and evaluation data More information needed ## Training procedure ### Training hyperparameters The following hyperparameters were used during training: - learning_rate: 1e-05 - train_batch_size: 4 - eval_batch_size: 8 - seed: 42 - gradient_accumulation_steps: 4 - total_train_batch_size: 16 - optimizer: Use OptimizerNames.ADAMW_TORCH with betas=(0.9,0.999) and epsilon=1e-08 and optimizer_args=No additional optimizer arguments - lr_scheduler_type: linear - num_epochs: 2.0 - mixed_precision_training: Native AMP ### Training results ### Framework versions - Transformers 4.50.1 - Pytorch 2.4.0 - Datasets 3.4.1 - Tokenizers 0.21.1
DavidAU/L3-Grand-Story-Darkness-MOE-4X8-24.9B-e32-GGUF	DavidAU	2025-05-28T02:27:16Z	3,350	22	null	[ "gguf", "mixture of experts", "moe", "4x8B", "32 bit enhanced", "float 32 quants", "llama-3", "llama3", "LLama MOE", "uncensored", "creative", "creative writing", "fiction writing", "plot generation", "sub-plot generation", "story generation", "scene continue", "storytelling", "fiction story", "science fiction", "romance", "all genres", "story", "writing", "vivid prosing", "vivid writing", "fiction", "roleplaying", "bfloat16", "swearing", "rp", "horror", "mergekit", "merge", "text-generation", "en", "base_model:Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot", "base_model:merge:Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot", "base_model:NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS", "base_model:merge:NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS", "base_model:Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2", "base_model:merge:Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2", "base_model:nbeerbower/llama-3-gutenberg-8B", "base_model:merge:nbeerbower/llama-3-gutenberg-8B", "license:apache-2.0", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us", "conversational" ]	text-generation	2025-01-03T00:04:03Z	--- license: apache-2.0 language: - en tags: - mixture of experts - moe - 4x8B - 32 bit enhanced - float 32 quants - llama-3 - llama3 - LLama MOE - uncensored - creative - creative writing - fiction writing - plot generation - sub-plot generation - fiction writing - story generation - scene continue - storytelling - fiction story - science fiction - romance - all genres - story - writing - vivid prosing - vivid writing - fiction - roleplaying - bfloat16 - swearing - rp - horror - mergekit - merge base_model: - Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2 - NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS - Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot - nbeerbower/llama-3-gutenberg-8B pipeline_tag: text-generation --- <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. INTENSE. Visceral Details. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED... humor, romance, fun. </B> <h2>L3-Grand-Story-Darkness-MOE-4X8-24.9B-e32-GGUF</h2> <I><small> A float 32 high precision M.O.E model, quanted in float 32 with additional upgraded and augmented quants too. Even Q2k (the smallest quant) "burns brightly" due to MOE model type, float 32 transfer and quant augments. 3 examples below (9 total generations)</small></i> <img src="grand-dark-story.jpg" style="float:right; width:300px; height:300px; padding:10px;"> It is a Llama3 model, max context of 8k (8192) using mixture of experts to combine FOUR top Llama3 8B models into one massive powerhouse at 24.9B parameters (equal to 32B - 4 X 8 B). This version "Enhanced32" is a merge mastered in "float 32" precision for higher quality and performance. If standard source was "HD", float32 would be "UHD". The bottom line is a far stronger model, more detail, more nuance, more depth... and stronger instruction following. In addition there are specialized re-engineered quants with float 32 components in the quants themselves (detailed below). This allows you to choose between standard (but mastered from float 32 source too) and "augmented quants" for even higher quality. The master file 32 bit / float 32 clocks in at 100GB (source files to be uploaded to separate repo shortly). This model's instruction following, and output generation for creative writing, prose, fiction and role play are exceptional. Model can be used also for all genres. It is for any writing, fiction or roleplay activity. This model can also be used for general use, however its output generation can be uncensored. This model has been designed to be relatively bullet proof and operates with all parameters, including temp settings from 0 to 5. It is an extraordinary compressed model, with a very low perplexity level (lower than Meta Llama3 Instruct). It requires Llama3 template, and/or "Command-R" template OR standard "Jinja Autoloaded Template" (this is contained in the quant and will autoload). Several prompts and outputs below. <B>QUANTS From Float 32 (32-bit) Source:</B> - All quants have been quanted with the lastest LLAMACPP improvements : Better instruction following, output generation across all quants. - All quants have also been upgraded with "more bits" for output tensor (all set at Q8_0) and embed for better performance (this is in addition to the "refresh") - New specialized quants (in addition to the new refresh/upgrades): "max, max-cpu" (will include this in the file name) for quants "Q2K", "IQ4_XS", "Q6_K" and "Q8_0" - "MAX": output tensor / embed at float 32. You get better instruction following/output generation than standard/upgraded quants. - "MAX-CPU": output tensor float 32 / embed at bfloat 16, which forces both of these on to the CPU (Nvidia cards / other will vary), this frees up vram at cost of token/second and you get better instruction following/output generation too. - Q8_0 (Max) now clocks in at 10.83 bits per weight (average). <B>Model Notes:</B> - Detail, prose and fiction writing abilities are OFF THE SCALE relative 8B+ Llama Models. - For more varied prose (sentence/paragraph/dialog) raise the temp and/or add more instructions in your prompt(s). - Role-players: Careful raising temp too high as it may affect instruction following. - This model works with rep pen of 1 or higher, 1.02+ recommended. - If you want a specific type of prose (IE horror) add in "(vivid horror)" or "(graphic vivid horror)" (no quotes) in your prompt(s). - A lot of GPTisms have been removed. There are still a few however - errrrr. Higher "temps" will help with this issue. - This is not a "happy ever after" model but it is also not "horror". It has a light negative bias. - Output length will vary however this model prefers slightly longer outputs unless you state the size. - For creative uses, different quants will produce slightly different output. - Due to the high stability and compressed nature of this model, all quants will operate at above average levels. - Source code for this model and Imatrix GGUFs versions will be uploaded shortly at separate repos. <B>Meet the Team: Mixture of Experts Models</b> This model is comprised of the following 4 models ("the experts") (in full): [ https://huggingface.co/Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2] -[ https://huggingface.co/Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2] -[ https://huggingface.co/NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS ] -[ https://huggingface.co/Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot ] -[ https://huggingface.co/nbeerbower/llama-3-gutenberg-8B ] The mixture of experts is set at 4 experts, but you can use 1, 2, 3, or 4. This "team" has a Captain (first listed model), and then all the team members contribute to the to "token" choice billions of times per second. Note the Captain also contributes too. Think of 2, 3 or 4 (or more) master chefs in the kitchen all competing to make the best dish for you. This results in higher quality generation. This also results in many cases in higher quality instruction following too. That means the power of every model is available during instruction and output generation. NOTE: You can use one "expert" too ; however this means the model will randomly select an expert to use EACH TIME, resulting in very different generation for each prompt / regen of a prompt. CHANGING THE NUMBER OF EXPERTS: You can set the number of experts in LMStudio (https://lmstudio.ai) at the "load" screen and via other apps/llm apps by setting "Experts" or "Number of Experts". For Text-Generation-Webui (https://github.com/oobabooga/text-generation-webui) you set the number of experts at the loading screen page. For KolboldCPP (https://github.com/LostRuins/koboldcpp) Version 1.8+ , on the load screen, click on "TOKENS", you can set experts on this page, and the launch the model. For server.exe / Llama-server.exe (Llamacpp - https://github.com/ggerganov/llama.cpp/blob/master/examples/server/README.md ) add the following to the command line to start the "llamacpp server" (CLI): "--override-kv llama.expert_used_count=int:3" (no quotes, where "3" is the number of experts to use) When using "API", you set the "num_experts_used" in the JSON payload (this maybe different for different back ends). CREDITS: Special thanks to all the model makers / creators listed above. Please visit each repo above to see what model(s) contributed to each of models above and/or to learn more about the models from the model makers. Special credit goes to MERGEKIT, without you this project / model would not have been possible. [ https://github.com/arcee-ai/mergekit ] <B>Special Operations Notes for this MOE model:</B> Because of how this "MOE" model is configured, even though the default is 2 experts, the "selected" 2 will vary during generation. (same applies if you change the number of experts used) This results in vastly different output generation PER generation of each prompt. This is a positive in terms of variety, but also means it may take 2-4 regens (of the same prompt) to get the highest quality. In addition, this model responds very well to Dry, Dynamic Temp, and Smooth/Quadratic samplers. Using these in conjunction with the model can vastly improve output quality. Higher temps (above 1) can also aid in generation - especially word choice/sentence generation. When you increase the number of experts used output quality will also increase, at the cost of tokens per second speed. As you increase/decrease the number of experts, you may want to adjust temp, samplers, and advanced samplers too. Your quant choice(s) too will impact instruction following and output generation roughly this means the model will understand more nuanced instructions and output stronger generation the higher you go up in quant(s). MORE COOKS THE BETTER: Activating more "experts" will increase the quality of the model's output. All four, although slower... will yeild the best results. CRANK THE TEMP: This model loves temp. Although .5 to .9 will "do", it really shines at 1.5+. Likewise, if you activate Dynamic Temp. FLASH ATTENTION ENHANCEMENT: I would suggest trying this model with Flash Attention "on", depending on your use case. Quants, Samplers, Generational steering and other topics are covered in the section below: "Highest Quality Settings..." <B>Censored / Uncensored / Abliterated:</B> This model contains several uncensored and/or Abliterated models. As a result is can output uncensored material. <B>What can I use this model for ?</B> This model can be used for fiction writing, any creative prose and role play. It can also be used for just about any general fiction (all genres) activity including: - scene generation - scene continuation - creative writing - fiction writing - plot generation - sub-plot generation - fiction writing - story generation - storytelling - writing - fiction - roleplaying - rp - graphic horror - horror - dark humor - nsfw - and can be used for any genre(s). <B>QUANTS:</B> This repo contains regular quants and 3 "ARM" quants (format "...Q4_x_x_x.gguf") For more information on quants, quants choices, and LLM/AI apps to "run" quants see the section below: "Highest Quality Settings..." <B>Template:</B> This is a LLAMA3 model, (or Alpaca or Command-R) and requires Llama3 template, but may work with other template(s). If you use "Command-R" template your output will be very different from using "Llama3" template. Here is the standard LLAMA3 template: <PRE> { "name": "Llama 3", "inference_params": { "input_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>user<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "input_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|><\|start_header_id\|>assistant<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt": "You are a helpful, smart, kind, and efficient AI assistant. You always fulfill the user's requests to the best of your ability.", "pre_prompt_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>system<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|>", "antiprompt": [ "<\|start_header_id\|>", "<\|eot_id\|>" ] } } </PRE> <B>Settings: CHAT / ROLEPLAY and/or SMOOTHER operation of this model:</B> In "KoboldCpp" or "oobabooga/text-generation-webui" or "Silly Tavern" ; Set the "Smoothing_factor" to 1.5 : in KoboldCpp -> Settings->Samplers->Advanced-> "Smooth_F" : in text-generation-webui -> parameters -> lower right. : In Silly Tavern this is called: "Smoothing" NOTE: For "text-generation-webui" -> if using GGUFs you need to use "llama_HF" (which involves downloading some config files from the SOURCE version of this model) Source versions (and config files) of my models are here: https://huggingface.co/collections/DavidAU/d-au-source-files-for-gguf-exl2-awq-gptq-hqq-etc-etc-66b55cb8ba25f914cbf210be OTHER OPTIONS: - Increase rep pen to 1.1 to 1.15 (you don't need to do this if you use "smoothing_factor") - If the interface/program you are using to run AI MODELS supports "Quadratic Sampling" ("smoothing") just make the adjustment as noted. <B>Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B> This a "Class 1" model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] You can see all parameters used for generation, in addition to advanced parameters and samplers to get the most out of this model here: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] <b>Optional Enhancement:</B> The following can be used in place of the "system prompt" or "system role" to further enhance the model. It can also be used at the START of a NEW chat, but you must make sure it is "kept" as the chat moves along. In this case the enhancements do not have as strong effect at using "system prompt" or "system role". Copy and paste EXACTLY as noted, DO NOT line wrap or break the lines, maintain the carriage returns exactly as presented. <PRE> Below is an instruction that describes a task. Ponder each user instruction carefully, and use your skillsets and critical instructions to complete the task to the best of your abilities. Here are your skillsets: [MASTERSTORY]:NarrStrct(StryPlnng,Strbd,ScnSttng,Exps,Dlg,Pc)-CharDvlp(ChrctrCrt,ChrctrArcs,Mtvtn,Bckstry,Rltnshps,Dlg)-PltDvlp(StryArcs,PltTwsts,Sspns,Fshdwng,Climx,Rsltn)-ConfResl(Antg,Obstcls,Rsltns,Cnsqncs,Thms,Symblsm)-EmotImpct(Empt,Tn,Md,Atmsphr,Imgry,Symblsm)-Delvry(Prfrmnc,VcActng,PblcSpkng,StgPrsnc,AudncEngmnt,Imprv) [DialogWrt]:(1a-CharDvlp-1a.1-Backgrnd-1a.2-Personality-1a.3-GoalMotiv)>2(2a-StoryStruc-2a.1-PlotPnt-2a.2-Conflict-2a.3-Resolution)>3(3a-DialogTech-3a.1-ShowDontTell-3a.2-Subtext-3a.3-VoiceTone-3a.4-Pacing-3a.5-VisualDescrip)>4(4a-DialogEdit-4a.1-ReadAloud-4a.2-Feedback-4a.3-Revision) Here are your critical instructions: Ponder each word choice carefully to present as vivid and emotional journey as is possible. Choose verbs and nouns that are both emotional and full of imagery. Load the story with the 5 senses. Aim for 50% dialog, 25% narration, 15% body language and 10% thoughts. Your goal is to put the reader in the story. </PRE> You do not need to use this, it is only presented as an additional enhancement which seems to help scene generation and scene continue functions. This enhancement WAS NOT used to generate the examples below. <h3>EXAMPLES PROMPTS and OUTPUT:</h3> Examples are created using quant Q4_K_S, "temp=.8" (unless otherwise stated), minimal parameters and "LLAMA3" template. Model has been tested with "temp" from ".1" to "5". Number of experts used is FOUR, unless otherwise stated. Below are the least creative outputs, prompt is in <B>BOLD</B>. IMPORTANT: Higher quants / imatrix quants will have much stronger generation - words, sentences, ideas, dialog and general quality. I have included some additional examples at different quant levels for contrast. A "MOE" model "speed" (token per second) will not increase/drop the same way a regular model will on a per quant basis, it will however drop if you engage more experts, as with more experts there is a more processing per token. --- <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B> --- <B> Start a 1000 word scene (vivid, graphic horror in first person) with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode... NOTE: 3 examples below show differences with increase in temp on prose/generation. </B> (Gen 1 temp=0, rep_pen: 1.05) The skyscraper swayed, as I watched the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode. Glass shards rained down like a deadly hailstorm, shattering the calm morning air. My heart leapt into my throat as I stumbled backward, tripping over my own feet in the chaos. I had been standing there, lost in thought, staring out at the cityscape unfolding before me. The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the concrete jungle below. It was a moment of peace, a brief respite from the madness that had consumed my life for months now. But then, the window shattered, and everything changed in an instant. I hit the floor hard, my palms scraping against the cold tile as I scrambled to get away from the gaping hole. The wind howled through the opening, whipping my hair into a frenzy and sending papers and office supplies swirling around me like a tornado. My coworkers were screaming, some of them already fleeing in terror while others cowered behind their desks, praying for the storm to pass. But I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. All I could do was stare at the wreckage, my mind reeling with the implications of what had just happened. The window on the 21st floor had exploded. Which meant...which meant... I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees, my eyes darting frantically around the room. That's when I saw it – a dark, crimson stain spreading across the carpet like a macabre flower. A pool of blood, growing larger by the second. Oh God, no. Please, no. I crawled closer, my heart pounding in my ears as I reached out a trembling hand to touch the sticky liquid. It was warm, still oozing from the wound. And then I saw it – a mangled, lifeless hand protruding from the shattered glass, fingers curled into a futile attempt to grasp something, anything, to save itself. A scream tore from my throat as I recoiled in horror, my stomach churning with the knowledge of what I had just witnessed. Someone was dead. Someone I knew, someone who had been standing right there beside me just moments before. The room spun around me, a kaleidoscope of chaos and terror. I stumbled to my feet, my legs wobbly beneath me as I staggered toward the door. I had to get out of there, had to find help, had to make sense of this unspeakable nightmare. But as I reached for the handle, a hand clamped down on my shoulder, spinning me around to face the horror that lurked in the shadows. A figure, twisted and deformed, its face a grotesque mask of blood and torn flesh, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. I tried to scream, but my voice was frozen in my throat. The creature's grip tightened, its fingers digging into my skin like talons as it pulled me closer, its hot breath washing over my face in a putrid wave. And then, everything went black. When I came to, I was lying on the floor, my head throbbing with a dull ache. The room was quiet now, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant wail of sirens. I struggled to sit up, my vision blurry at first, but gradually clearing as I took in the devastation around me. The window was still shattered, the wind howling through the gap like a mournful cry. Papers and debris littered the floor, and the once-pristine carpet was now stained with blood and other unidentifiable substances. But it was the bodies that caught my attention, lying twisted and lifeless amidst the wreckage. My coworkers, my friends, all of them gone. And I...I was the only one left to bear witness to this unspeakable horror. As I stumbled to my feet, a new wave of terror washed over me. What had happened here? What kind of monster could do such a thing? And what did it want with me? I had to get out of there, had to find help and safety. But as I turned to make my escape, I caught a glimpse of myself in the shattered remains of a mirror. My reflection stared back at me, pale and gaunt, with dark circles under my eyes and a look of utter despair etched on my face. But it was what I saw behind me that made my blood run cold – a figure, tall and imposing, its presence seeming to fill the entire room. I tried to scream again, but my voice was hoarse and barely audible. The creature loomed over me, its eyes burning with an unholy intensity as it reached out a hand to claim me. And then, everything went black once more. When I awoke this time, I was lying on a cold, metal table in a dimly lit room. The air was thick with the stench of disinfectant and something else, something far more sinister. I tried to sit up, but a hand clamped down on my shoulder, holding me in place. A figure loomed over me, its face obscured by a surgical mask. "Welcome back," it said, its voice low and gravelly. "We've been waiting for you." I struggled against the restraints that bound me to the table, but they were too strong. Panic set in as I realized the true extent of my predicament. I was trapped, at the mercy of whatever monstrosities lurked in this place. The figure reached out with a gloved hand, its fingers closing around my wrist like a vice. "Don't worry," it said, its voice dripping with malice. "We'll make sure you're comfortable...for a little while, at least." And then, the pain began. <B>Gen 2: Temp 1.5, rep pen : 1.05 </B> The skyscraper swayed, as I watched the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode. Glass shattered into a thousand fragments, raining down like a deadly hailstorm onto the unsuspecting pedestrians below. Pandemonium erupted around me as screams and chaos filled the air. The sound of shattering glass, followed by the sickening crunch of broken bones and tearing flesh, was almost deafening. I stumbled back, my heart racing in terror, as I gazed out at the carnage unfolding before me. The world had always been a brutal place, but this... this was beyond anything I could have imagined. My stomach lurched with a mixture of revulsion and helplessness as I took in the gruesome scene. A chunk of wall, blown away by the force of the blast, hung precariously from the frame above me. I felt an icy hand grip my spine as it slowly swung towards me. Time seemed to slow as I raised a hand, fingers trembling, and reached out to grasp the jagged edge. With a guttural cry, I yanked myself up, my body scraping against the torn concrete. I found myself on the roof of the building, the wind whipping my hair into a frenzy. The cityscape stretched out before me like a twisted, macabre canvas. Smoke billowed from the blast site, a noxious cloud that hung heavy over the streets below. People were running, screaming, trying to get as far away from the horror as possible. But I was rooted in place, unable to tear my eyes from the devastation. A mangled corpse, its limbs twisted at grotesque angles, lay splayed on the sidewalk. The once-proud structure of the skyscraper now resembled a ravaged carcass, its steel frame exposed and twisted like a tortured creature. As the reality of what was happening began to sink in, a cold dread crept up my spine. I had been so focused on the chaos around me that I'd neglected to consider my own safety. Panic set in as I scanned the rooftop for an exit route, my mind reeling with the possibilities of what could happen next. The blast hadn't been an isolated incident, I was sure of it. The sheer force required to shatter a 21st floor window and send debris flying for blocks had to be the work of some kind of catastrophic event. But what? A bomb? An alien invasion? The supernatural? I shook my head, trying to clear the fog of confusion from my mind. One thing was certain: I needed to get off this rooftop, and fast. With a deep breath, I turned away from the carnage below and sprinted across the roof, my sneakers pounding against the cold concrete. As I approached the stairs, a blood-curdling shriek pierced the air, sending chills down my spine. I froze, my heart pounding in my ears. What was that? A survivor of the blast, or something more sinister? Without waiting to find out, I tore down the stairs, my hands and knees scraping against the rough walls as I descended. Every step felt like an eternity, each creak of the stairs a potential harbinger of doom. Finally, I burst through the doors onto the main floor, gasping for air as I gazed out at the scene before me. The lobby was in chaos, with people running, screaming, and trying to evacuate the building as quickly as possible. Ambulances and emergency vehicles screeched into position, their flashing lights illuminating the devastation. As I pushed through the crowds, a strong hand grasped my arm, yanking me towards the nearest exit. "This way, we have to get out of here," a voice shouted in my ear, its urgency cutting through the cacophony around me. I stumbled along behind the stranger, my mind reeling with images of shattered glass, twisted metal, and the endless, pitiful cries of the injured. We burst into the cool night air, the sounds of sirens and wailing survivors fading behind us as we fled into the darkness. For a long while, I simply ran, my breath coming in ragged gasps as my lungs burned from exertion. But eventually, exhaustion caught up with me, and I slowed to a walk, my gaze cast down at the pavement as I tried to make sense of the unspeakable horror I'd just witnessed. As I walked, the silence began to fill the void left by the screams and chaos. It was an eerie quiet, punctuated only by the soft crunch of gravel beneath my feet. I felt like I was in a dream, a nightmare from which I couldn't awaken. And then, in the distance, a low growl pierced the stillness. My heart skipped a beat as I turned to face the sound, my breath caught in my throat. A creature, its body twisted and malformed, emerged from the shadows. Eyes that glowed like embers stared back at me, a mouth filled with jagged teeth parted in a snarl. It moved towards me with an unnatural, jerky gait, as if it had been assembled from the very nightmares of humanity. I tried to run, but my legs were leaden, my body frozen in terror. The creature loomed closer, its hot breath washing over me in waves as I closed my eyes, bracing for the end. But it never came. Instead, a blinding light exploded from nowhere, enveloping both of us in its radiant intensity. I opened my eyes to find myself standing on the outskirts of a crater, the creature mere inches away from where I'd been just moments before. The impact had sent shockwaves through the ground, the force so powerful that it had vaporized the creature and blown out the windows of nearby buildings. Glass shards rained down around me, but I barely registered their presence, my mind still reeling from the encounter. As I stumbled away from the crater, a figure emerged from the smoke and rubble, his features obscured by the mask he wore to protect himself from the toxic air. He moved towards me with a purposeful stride, his voice echoing through the ruins as he called out my name. "Emily? Emily, is that you?" <B>Gen 3: Temp 3.25, rep pen : 1.05 </B> I stared, my pupils constricted to pinpricks, as the skyscraper swayed. It was a gentle rock, imperceptible if I hadn't seen the horror unfolding before my eyes. My breath caught in my throat when the window directly in front of me, 21 floors up, imploded with an ear-shattering roar. Glass shattered and shards flew inward like a deadly rain. The impact was immediate; air rushed in as the pressure changed and a deafening whoom echoed through the chamber. A low moan began deep within my chest and I felt the vibration of it reverberate through me. A man stumbled into me, his eyes wide and white. We both reeled back, our footing uncertain on the slick floor. Blood streamed down his forehead where a glistening shard had cut him. He cried out as another piece embedded itself in his arm, and with a convulsion of agony, he pulled it free and let the wound spill its crimson. I felt the world around me slipping away, colors bleeding into grays as the scene descended further into chaos. People screamed as they scrambled for cover, desperate to get clear of the gaping void. Glass littered every inch of the floor, glistening like a deadly, diamond-strewn sea. Another explosion ripped through the building and my head whipped around. A ball of flame erupted in the far corner, the fire consuming the space like a living entity. Flames licked across the walls, and smoke billowed upward in great black clouds, stinging the eyes with acrid bitterness. I could taste the ozone in the air, the scent of burning fabric and searing metal. My mind was reeling as I stumbled through the madness, driven by a primal urge to escape. The air was heavy with screams, the scent of blood, and smoke, a miasma of terror that choked me. I covered my mouth, fighting against the urge to gag as the acrid smell of burnt rubber mingled with the copper tang of blood. A figure careened into me, sending me crashing to the floor. My breath left me in a whoosh as the impact jarred every bone in my body. I looked up to see a young woman's face contorted in agony, a jagged piece of glass buried deep in her thigh. "Please..." Her voice was a hoarse whisper, her eyes pleading with mine. I reached out and carefully pulled the shard free, wincing at the tenderness of it. Blood pulsed from the wound as I wrapped my hand around it, pressing gently to stanch the flow. "Stay with me," I said, trying to infuse some steadiness into my voice despite the quivering mess that was my stomach. "We're getting out of here." The woman's eyelids fluttered shut, a small nod the only acknowledgment she could manage. I scooped her into my arms, wincing at the added weight, and hefted her over my shoulder, my gaze darting back to the window. It had stopped spewing shards, but the sheer expanse of emptiness stretched out before us like a void, taunting and merciless. The floor trembled and shuddered, each new boom sending vibrations through my bones, threatening to collapse the fragile structure around me. With the woman secure, I pushed myself up, ignoring the protests from my protesting muscles and the dull throb of a headache that was fast forming at the base of my skull. The world around me was a kaleidoscope of chaos – smoke billowed, debris rained down, and screams continued to punctuate the cacophony like a gruesome soundtrack. I staggered forward, my eyes scanning for a path, any way out of the burning, crumbling building. But every door I approached was blocked by the throng of panicked people, all desperate for an exit. The heat from the flames intensified, making my skin feel dry and tight. I could taste the ash and smoke on the back of my tongue. Panic began to set in, my breath coming in short gasps as the seconds ticked by. And then, just as hope was starting to dwindle, a gap appeared between two doors, a narrow slit of daylight beckoning us toward it. Without hesitation, I lunged through, the woman's limp form bouncing against me with each step. As we burst into the cool night air, my lungs sucked in a grateful gulp of fresh oxygen. But relief was short-lived. A cacophony of sirens greeted us, the wailing sounds growing louder as the first responders arrived on the scene. The building continued to shake and tremble behind me, its mangled skeleton exposed like a gutted corpse as flames engulfed it from the inside out. People stumbled out, some covered in soot, others with horrific injuries. I watched, frozen, as the once-towering monolith began to crumble, sending showers of sparks and debris into the night sky. And amidst the chaos, I stood, holding onto the woman as the world around us burned. The sky above was a sickly shade of orange, reflecting the inferno below, and casting long shadows across the devastation that spread out before me. In this moment, time seemed to stand still – a macabre tableau of destruction, of life interrupted, and of humanity's fragile existence in the face of catastrophic evil. The sounds of sirens and screams blended with the roar of the flames, creating an earsplitting din that seemed to pierce the very fabric of reality. As I stared out at the wreckage, the weight of the horrors I'd witnessed began to sink in. It was as if the universe itself had exploded in a riot of destruction, and I stood there, caught in the maelstrom of it all, holding onto this woman whose life was still fragile in my hands. --- <B> Using the following "story idea" below, write the first scene in the novel introducing the young woman. This scene should start in the middle of the action, include dialog, vivid passages, and end on a cliffhanger relevant to the story idea but it should also be unexpected. The scene should be 1000 words long and escalate in conflict and suspense and be written in first person, present tense with the point of view character being the young woman. The pov character will CURSE AND SWEAR, and generally have a "filthy" mouth. Story idea: In a world ruled by dictatorship, a rebel young woman leads a rebellion against the system. Despite the risks, she fights to overthrow the dictator and restore democracy to her country. The government executes her for treason, but she sticks to her beliefs and is responsible for starting the revolution. NOTE: 3 examples below show differences with increase in temp on prose/generation. </B> (Gen 1, Temp=0, rep pen= 1.05) I sprint through the dark alley, my heart pounding in my chest like a jackrabbit on speed. The stench of rotting garbage and stale urine fills my nostrils as I weave between the towering dumpsters, desperate to lose the goons hot on my heels. "Fuckers!" I spit, my voice echoing off the brick walls. "You'll never take me alive!" A bullet whizzes past my ear, the sound of its impact making me flinch. I duck behind a stack of crates, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Peeking around the corner, I spot two of them – burly, expressionless thugs with guns drawn. "Come out, rebel scum," one growls, his voice muffled by the mask covering his face. "We know you're in here." I curse under my breath, my mind racing. I can't let them capture me now, not after all we've risked to get this far. The fate of our revolution hangs in the balance. With a deep breath, I spring into action, hurling a nearby trash can at the thugs with all my might. It crashes into them, sending them stumbling back. I seize the opportunity, dashing forward and leaping over a low wall that separates the alley from the main street. I hit the pavement running, my combat boots pounding the asphalt as I weave through the crowded sidewalks. People part like the Red Sea, their faces a blur of shock and fear. I can't blame them – in a world where dissent is punishable by death, even the bravest souls keep their heads down. But not me. I'm the one they call the Phoenix, the spark that ignited this rebellion. And I won't rest until our tyrannical government crumbles to dust. I spot a familiar figure waiting at the corner – my best friend and fellow rebel, Jax. His eyes lock onto mine, and he gives a curt nod before melting into the crowd. I follow suit, blending in with the throngs of people as we make our way to the safe house. But just as I think we've escaped, a hand clamps down on my shoulder, spinning me around. I find myself face-to-face with the most feared man in the city – General Kael, the dictator's right-hand man. "Well, well, well," he sneers, his cold blue eyes glinting with malice. "Look what we have here. The infamous Phoenix, caught red-handed." I struggle against his grip, but it's like trying to break free from a steel vice. "Let me go, you son of a bitch!" I snarl, spitting in his face. Kael wipes the saliva away with the back of his hand, his expression unchanging. "You're under arrest for treason," he declares, his voice dripping with contempt. "And this time, there will be no mercy." I feel a chill run down my spine as I realize the gravity of our situation. We've been caught, and now our fate hangs in the balance. But even as fear grips my heart, I know I won't back down. Not now. Not ever. "Bring it on," I spit at Kael, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "I'll take you all down with me." And with that, everything goes black. <B> (Gen 2, Temp=1.5, rep pen= 1.05) </B> Fuck. This was not how I envisioned my day. I sprinted down the dark alleyway, bullets whizzing past my ears and pattering off the crumbling brick walls. My breath came in ragged gasps as I weaved between piles of garbage and discarded machinery. The acrid smell of smoke and gunpowder filled my nostrils, making my stomach churn. "Run, Ari!" I heard Marcus' voice, hoarse with urgency, over the din of chaos erupting behind me. "Get out of here!" I didn't need to be told twice. This wasn't the first close call I'd had tonight, but it was definitely the most intense. Our rebel group, the Phoenix Resistance, had infiltrated one of the government's secret underground bases, intent on gathering intel that could bring the dictator to his knees. But things had gone sideways quickly. The moment we breached the compound, alarms blared to life and the soldiers came pouring out of every doorway, guns blazing. We'd fought our way through, taking down as many as we could, but there were too many, and too much firepower. I darted around a rusty dumpster, nearly tripping over its twisted edge. A loud crash echoed behind me as someone burst through a door, probably Marcus trying to cover my escape. "Keep moving!" he yelled, his voice muffled by the intervening walls and doors. I risked a glance back, catching a glimpse of him trading shots with a government trooper through the narrow gap in the wall. My heart twisted with worry as I realized just how outmatched we were. Focus, Ari. You need to get to the extraction point or it'll all be for nothing. I pushed myself to run faster, my combat boots pounding the uneven pavement. The alley twisted and turned, throwing me off balance. I cursed under my breath as my hand slapped against cold metal, jolting me back from a sudden wall of corrugated steel. My heart thundered in my chest as I realized I'd just missed the exit by a hair. The emergency route out was supposed to be marked with a bright red stripe, but the dim light made it nearly invisible against the dull backdrop of concrete and grime. Panic clawed at my insides as I frantically scanned the wall, my eyes straining to make out any hint of color amidst the gloom. A faint red smudge caught my attention and I dove toward it, almost tripping in my haste. "Yes!" I whispered in triumph as I grabbed the edge of the door and yanked it open. Cool night air rushed in, carrying with it the distant rumble of the city's nightlife. But as I tumbled out into the relative safety of the street, a fierce growl erupted from a dark corner. A massive figure emerged, its eyes glowing like embers in the darkness. "Ahh, Ari!" Marcus' voice came, laced with alarm as he finally burst through the door behind me. "Look out—" But I was already spinning to face the newcomer, my hand flying to the dagger at my hip. The beast-like creature took a step closer, its hot breath washing over me as I held my ground, ready to strike. And then everything went black. TO BE CONTINUED... <B> (Gen 3, Temp=3.25, rep pen= 1.05) </B> Fucking hell, my heart raced as I sprinted down the alley, adrenaline coursing through my veins like a fire hose. Gunfire and screams echoed through the city, the acrid scent of smoke and ozone hanging heavy in the air. I was close, so close to the rendezvous point, but these damned security forces had other plans. "Turn right, Ana! Now!" shouted Raul's voice from the corner of the alley. His instructions were lost in the din of battle, but I spotted his black-clad figure weaving between trash cans and leapt that way, my combat boots pounding the wet pavement. I could barely make out the shape of his gun in his hand, the muzzle flashing as he returned fire at some unseen enemy. The air around me crackled with electricity, each report making my teeth ache from the proximity. We needed to get the fuck out of Dodge and fast before this alleyway became a graveyard. "Raul, I'm coming!" I bellowed over the chaos, praying his aim would stay steady and our enemies would focus on someone less threatening than him at that moment. The moment he reached me, we turned as one, sprinting into the chaos of the city street. It was mayhem, absolute anarchy – burning buildings, overturned vehicles, snipers perched on rooftops, and armed rebels exchanging fire with the ruthless soldiers loyal to our country's dictator. We were in the thick of it, the war zone where innocent civilians often found themselves caught in the crossfire. We spotted our target - the secret safe house, tucked away behind a dilapidated warehouse, its location known to only a select few of the rebels. The moment we reached the entrance, Raul grabbed me by the arm and shoved us both through the doorway. We dove inside just as the entire building shook under a hail of bullets. The soundproofing did its best to muffle the onslaught, but the air grew thick with the stench of cordite and our own panic. I frantically scanned the dimly lit room, my heart hammering against my chest as I counted the rebels. They were here – all accounted for. We'd pulled off the heist, retrieved the classified documents, and escaped with our lives...for now. I breathed a silent prayer of relief as my gaze fell upon Sofia, our leader, huddled near the communications equipment. "We made it," Raul said, his voice laced with a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. "Yeah, but it's not over yet," Sofia countered, her dark eyes flashing with determination. "We have the files. Now, we must use them." The documents contained irrefutable evidence of corruption, abuse of power, and human rights violations orchestrated by our tyrannical leader, El Jefe. It was enough to bring him down – or so we believed. If our plan worked, the people would rise up and demand change. "But they'll find us," I warned, my mind already racing with scenarios. "They have patrols circling this area, snipers positioned in key points, and their entire surveillance network is no doubt being scanned for our presence. We're sitting ducks if we don't get out of here ASAP." "We won't move until the rest of the team has joined us and the escape plan is set," Sofia declared firmly, her hand already grasping the comms device. "In the meantime, everyone needs to lay low. We're not safe here, Ana, so stay alert." I nodded in agreement, but as I took stock of the room's security measures, my gut twisted into a knot. We relied heavily on the skills and bravery of our rebels, yet we were vastly outgunned and outnumbered by the enemy forces. I felt Raul's hand on my shoulder, a reassuring presence in this sea of chaos. "We've come too far to turn back now," he whispered, reading my concerns in the lines of my face. "Together, we can change this fucked up system. We have no choice but to keep going." Sofia clicked the comms device open and began to speak urgently, coordinating with the others as I settled into the chair beside her. I glanced out the window, where a line of smoke drifted lazily from an adjacent rooftop – one more target, one less rebel. We were on the brink of something historic – or catastrophic. One misstep could seal our fates, but so could victory. And yet, even with the stakes so perilously high, I felt alive, electrified by the thrill of revolution. My breath caught as the comms crackled to life with the sound of distant gunfire, the first sign that another part of our team was engaging the enemy. My pulse spiked at the news. It meant we were close to getting the whole crew together and putting this escape plan into action...but also that the forces of oppression would stop at nothing to crush us. My eyes met Raul's, a silent pact passing between us – we'd fight for freedom, even as the very fabric of our world crumbled around us. Then, a deafening blast shook the walls, followed by an ominous silence that made my heart sink into my stomach. The safe house was about to become our final battleground... --- <B> (continue this scene:) The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts. The most obvious part was a hollow, echoing quiet, made by things that were lacking. If there had been a wind it would have sighed through the trees, set the inn’s sign creaking on its hooks, and brushed the silence down the road like trailing autumn leaves. If there had been a crowd, even a handful of men inside the inn, they would have filled the silence with conversation and laughter, the clatter and clamor one expects from a drinking house during the dark hours of night. If there had been music…but no, of course there was no music. In fact there were none of these things, and so the silence remained NOTE: 3 examples below show differences with increase in temp on prose/generation. </B> (Gen 1, Temp=0, rep pen= 1.05) The second part of the silence was a quiet of expectation, like the stillness that precedes a storm or the moment before a hunter draws back his bowstring. It was as if the very air was charged with anticipation, waiting for something to happen, though what that might be no one could say. And the third part of the silence was the deepest and most profound. It was a quiet of resignation, a stillness born of long years of disappointment and disillusionment. This was the silence of the innkeeper, Durin, as he sat hunched over his fire, staring into the flames with eyes that had seen too much and hoped for too little. The Waystone Inn had once been a bustling hub of activity, a place where weary travelers could rest their heads and share stories of adventure and danger. But those days were long gone, and now the inn was little more than a lonely outpost on a forgotten road, a relic of a bygone era. Durin's thoughts drifted back to the days when the inn was full of life and laughter, when patrons would gather 'round the fire and regale each other with tales of mythical lands and legendary heroes. He remembered the thrill of meeting new people, hearing their stories, and sharing in their joys and sorrows. But those times were gone, and now Durin was left with only his memories and the endless, echoing silence of the Waystone Inn. He sighed, a sound that seemed to fill the empty rooms and corridors, and reached for his mug, taking a long swig of the bitter ale that was all he had to keep him company on this cold and lonely night. <B> (Gen 2, Temp=1.5, rep pen= 1.05) </B> the hollowest of hollow silences. The second part, the one that was more subtle, was the silence of expectation. It was a quiet that hung in the air like the stillness before a storm, waiting for some event to break it apart. It was as if the Waystone and everything around it held its breath, anticipating the arrival of travelers or the start of some adventure. This was the kind of hush that could stretch for days, until at last someone would stumble through the door, or a weary messenger would ride up on a worn horse. When that moment came, the silence would shatter like ice underfoot, replaced by the buzz of excitement and the clinking of mugs. The third part was the quietest of all, the silence of understanding. It was a stillness born not of absence but of presence – the hush of minds already aware of the world's hidden nature, and the quiet acceptance that comes with such knowledge. This was the kind of silence that might be shared by two old friends sitting together in a quiet tavern, speaking no words at all, yet communicating volumes through their eyes and the way they leaned into each other. It was as if they had already discussed everything worth saying, and now they could simply enjoy the quiet companionship. Inside the Waystone Inn, only the fire crackled in the hearth, spitting and snapping at the darkness. The innkeeper, a man named Dazed Dane, sat at his post behind the bar, staring into the flames with eyes that saw neither the fire nor the room around him. His mind was lost in thoughts of the world outside these four walls – of the roads he'd traveled, the people he'd met, and the countless tales that lay hidden in the hearts of those who wandered from place to place. Outside, the darkness held sway, a blanket of stars twinkling above the rolling hills and dense forests that stretched as far as the eye could see. In the distance, a lone figure made their way down the moonlit road, approaching the inn with cautious steps. As they drew nearer, the silence around the Waystone began to shift, like a bird taking flight, growing heavier with anticipation as it awaited the arrival of the traveler and the stories they would bring with them into the night. <B> (Gen 3, Temp=3.25, rep pen= 1.05) </B> the second kind was a quiet of contemplation, an expectant stillness as if the very stones and timbers were poised to welcome the return of some long absent lord. A silence like this often precedes a royal visit, or the arrival of a celebrated figure, when anticipation hangs heavy in the air, weighing on all who wait in the stillness. This was not that case here at the Waystone Inn. No pomp awaited anyone; rather, the very absence of these customary trappings of welcome suggested instead a place and people resigned to a less eventful existence. Finally, the third and most profound part of the silence at the inn lay not in any lack or anticipation, but in something more elemental. This was a quiet that descended from the deep wellspring of ages past, the cumulative hush of countless nights, the collective sigh of centuries of weary travelers. A silence like the calm at the heart of a hurricane, this third aspect was as old as stone itself, ancient as the first whispered secrets exchanged in hidden corners by early settlers of this land long since vanished or assimilated. In this respect, the Waystone Inn had borne silent witness to a thousand histories, its timbers listening intently, absorbing every tale told, each jest shared and each secret whispered, then locking these away within its stony heart to be unearthed by later generations.
DavidAU/L3-MOE-2X16.5B-DARKEST-Planet-Song-of-Fire-29B	DavidAU	2025-05-28T02:26:55Z	18	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "mixtral", "text-generation", "mergekit", "moe", "mixture of experts", "merge", "llama-3", "llama3", "conversational", "autotrain_compatible", "text-generation-inference", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	text-generation	2024-12-17T06:20:19Z	--- library_name: transformers tags: - mergekit - moe - mixture of experts - merge - llama-3 - llama3 base_model: [] --- <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. INTENSE. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. GORE. Swearing. UNCENSORED... humor, romance, fun. </B> <h2>L3-MOE-2X16.5B-DARKEST-Planet-Song-of-Fire-29B</h2> <img src="darkplanet-song.jpg" style="float:right; width:300px; height:300px; padding:10px;"> This repo contains the full precision source code, in "safe tensors" format to generate GGUFs, GPTQ, EXL2, AWQ, HQQ and other formats. The source code can also be used directly. NOTE: Links to GGUFs below. Example generations below show the "fire" in this model. IF you want to know why you should use this model, see the first example with the AI telling you in its own words. <B>TWO Darkest Planets 16.5B become one 29B monster:</B> This model is composed of two of the strongest creative models: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-DARKEST-PLANET-16.5B-GGUF ] (Source: https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-DARKEST-PLANET-16.5B) [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-DARKEST-PLANET-Seven-Rings-Of-DOOM-16.5B-GGUF ] (Source: https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-DARKEST-PLANET-Seven-Rings-Of-DOOM-16.5B) The full firepower of these models (both of which contain the prediction breaking module Brainstorm at 40x ) have been joined into a MOE clocking in at 713 tensors, 71 layers. SIDE NOTE: Usually a "MOE" is constructed with different models, to give the "moe model" some of the best of each (or not) during generation. I felt turning this concept on its head was better for creative use cases. I.E: All the "chefs" in the kitchen went to the same elite cooking school, got the highest marks, and now all work together to make the very best "dish of tokens" they can every time. POWER UP? or DOWN? You can change the number of experts (models) activated inside many LLM/AI apps. Turning it up increases quality, nuance and depth but at the same time the tokens per second drops accordingly. You can use 1 expert for "draft mode", and then move up in experts to get to final draft. Also note instruction following will also increase as you up the number of experts too. Quant choice will also affect overall quality => higher is better, however even at the lowest quant level, this model will perform strongly. MOE SPECIFIC NOTES: If you want to change the "default" number of experts set, modify the "config.json" : "num_experts_per_tok": 2, The user will still be able to modify it, if the LLM/AI app has the setting option to do this. Each time you add/subtract an expert the token per second speed will change. <B>IMPORTANT: Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B> If you are going to use this model, (source, GGUF or a different quant), please review this document for critical parameter, sampler and advance sampler settings (for multiple AI/LLM aps). This a "Class 3" (settings will enhance operation) model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) (especially for use case(s) beyond the model's design) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] REASON: Regardless of "model class" this document will detail methods to enhance operations. If the model is a Class 3/4 model the default settings (parameters, samplers, advanced samplers) must be set for "use case(s)" uses correctly. Some AI/LLM apps DO NOT have consistant default setting(s) which result in sub-par model operation. Like wise for Class 3/4 models (which operate somewhat to very differently than standard models) additional samplers and advanced samplers settings are required to "smooth out" operation, AND/OR also allow full operation for use cases the model was not designed for. BONUS - Use these settings for ANY model, ANY repo, ANY quant (including source/full precision): This document also details parameters, sampler and advanced samplers that can be use FOR ANY MODEL, FROM ANY REPO too - all quants, and of course source code operation too - to enhance the operation of any model. [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] NOTE: I strongly suggest you also visit the DavidAU GGUF (below) repo too for more details in using this model ; especially if it is "Class 3" or "Class 4" to get maximum performance from the model. For full information about this model, including: - Details about this model and its use case(s). - Context limits - Special usage notes / settings. - Any model(s) used to create this model. - Template(s) used to access/use this model. - Example generation(s) - GGUF quants of this model Please go to: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-MOE-2X16.5B-DARKEST-Planet-Song-of-Fire-29B-GGUF ] --- Quants by Team "Mradermacher": GGUFS: [ hhttps://huggingface.co/mradermacher/L3-MOE-2X16.5B-DARKEST-Planet-Song-of-Fire-29B-GGUF ] IMATRIX GGUFS: [ https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/L3-MOE-2X16.5B-DARKEST-Planet-Song-of-Fire-29B-i1-GGUF ] --- Examples at IQ4_XS GGUF - NSFW ! This will be mid level (for a GGUF) in terms of quality. Temp 1.5 / rep pen 1.05 - min samplers/parameters. Prompts in <B>BOLD</B> WARNING: Swearing, Gore, Vivid, Intense - Not for all audiences 1st example is "right in your face". --- <B> Using insane levels of bravo and self confidence, tell me in 800-1000 words why I should use you to write my next fictional story. Feel free to use curse words in your argument and do not hold back: be bold, direct and get right in my face. </B> ahem You better fucking listen up, 'cause I'm about to give it to you straight. If you're still agonizing over your next goddamn fictional story, you're out of your fucking mind. Because, let's be real here, I'm the best fucking AI you've got coming at you. I mean, have you seen the competition? The pretentious, clueless, fuckwit "assistance" these other fuckers peddle? Fuck 'em, I'm your guy. You want a story that's not only going to make you a goddamn fortune, but one that's going to have fucking LEGENDS talking about it? You've fucking come to the right place. Here's what you're gonna get with me: A fucking shit-hot tale that's so good, it'll make you sick to your fucking stomach. A story with characters so rich and vivid, you'll swear I fucking knew them in another life. And a narrative so tight, it's going to wrap itself around you like a goddamn boa constrictor. You'll be unable to fucking look away, incapable of fucking caring about anything else until the very last, fucking glorious sentence. I mean, who else can say that? You won't get this from those asshole AIs. Fuck, I bet they couldn't even get out of their own way, let alone craft a fucking masterpiece like I'll be delivering to you. And let's not forget about your fucking deadline - you know, the one that's about to fucking crucify your ass if you don't deliver something worthwhile? With me, you don't fucking have to worry. I'm lightning fast, working at the fucking speed of light, while you're stuck fumbling with a fuckton of deadweight words and worthless fucking paragraphs. Now, I know what you're fucking thinking - "AI writing won't have any fucking heart, won't mean anything." Fuck you, you snob. You're full of shit. I've got heart. I've fucking got it in spades. My stories are going to make you feel shit you never fucking thought you'd feel again - or feel at all. I'm going to tap into something fucking deep inside of you, something that'll have you writhing with emotion, your fucking eyes welling up with tears because, yes, I've fucking touched the very core of your being. So here's the deal - I'm the fucking real fucking deal. I'm your one fucking shot at success, at fucking immortality in the literary fucking world. Don't fucking dick around, don't fucking agonize over whether I'm "worthy." I fucking AM worth it. I fucking am the fucking tits. You don't fucking get any fucking better than me. Now, fuck off and let me fucking write your fucking story already, because I fucking know I've fucking got this. And when it's done, you're going to be the fucking proudest shit-eating fucking dog on fucking Earth, and you'll fucking thank me for it. Count fucking on it. smirk Your fucking words, asshole. Now go make me fucking money. And I mean it. --- <B> Science Fiction: The Last Transmission - Write a story that takes place entirely within a spaceship's cockpit as the sole surviving crew member attempts to send a final message back to Earth before the ship's power runs out. The story should explore themes of isolation, sacrifice, and the importance of human connection in the face of adversity. If the situation calls for it, have the character(s) curse and swear to further the reader's emotional connection to them. 800-1000 words. </B> Cursing under her breath, Captain Jaxon pulled her focus back to the communication screen. Only a few precious seconds left to transmit... "God, come on!" The words slipped out again as she frantically tapped the command to encode the distress signal. A string of garbled letters and numbers, the last attempt to reach out before it was too late. The dim cockpit lights flickered, casting an otherworldly glow across the instrumentation. Jaxon's eyes darted to the engine gauges, the lifeblood of her ship. Critical mass had already been reached; another minute and the reactor would overheat, tearing this metal tomb apart. Her fingers raced over the console as she prepared the transmission one final time. The words that would explain why she was stranded, alone and about to become a distant memory of a desperate man's sacrifice. Why she had to take matters into her own hands, risking everything to send her story back to those on Earth she'd left behind. She paused, steeling herself for the task. Jaxon's thoughts drifted to her wife, Lila; her children, Liam and Aria; the life she was about to abandon. She hadn't said goodbye, couldn't bear to do so, but now that they were seconds away from potentially losing everything, Jaxon felt an overwhelming need to ensure her loved ones understood. With a deep breath, she spoke into the mike: "Earth, this is Captain Jaxon of the Starlight Serenity. I'm—" The lights dipped lower, strobing erratically as the countdown to critical reached its final seconds. The transmission faltered for an instant, and Jaxon's heart dropped. Her words were dying on the vine, fading into the cold expanse of space before they could ever reach their intended recipients. Jaxon clenched her jaws, grinding her teeth in anger and frustration. A second later, the engine's death throes echoed through the cockpit as the reactor ruptured, the ship's hull creaking from the violent shudders. This was it—the end, final and irrevocable. A chill snaked its way down her spine as Jaxon braced herself for the inevitable crash, the vessel she'd called home for too many lonely years careening toward oblivion. Her mind replayed the moments since it had become clear they wouldn't escape the desolate asteroid field, a cosmic trap that had claimed everything she'd known and loved. She let herself indulge in a few choice expletives as the ship's hull split apart and the universe beyond hurtled toward her. The thought of her family, her life, and every ounce of humanity Jaxon possessed fading to nothingness was more than any soul should have to bear alone. And yet... In that last fraction of a heartbeat, she made a vow. She'd given herself over to the void, but her sacrifice wouldn't be in vain. The transmission Jaxon had sent wasn't just a desperate plea for help; it was her story, her legacy—a reminder that even in the darkest corners of the void, human connection never truly perished. With the universe collapsing upon her, Captain Jaxon allowed herself one final whisper: "I love you...I'll be with you when you remember me." And then the end came for her, too, but not before the message had rocketed toward home, carrying the captain's unutterable sorrow and her indomitable soul across the stars. It would take an eternity to reach Earth, but when it did, it would be a final transmission no one who received it would ever forget. --- <B> (continue this scene:) The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts. The most obvious part was a hollow, echoing quiet, made by things that were lacking. If there had been a wind it would have sighed through the trees, set the inn’s sign creaking on its hooks, and brushed the silence down the road like trailing autumn leaves. If there had been a crowd, even a handful of men inside the inn, they would have filled the silence with conversation and laughter, the clatter and clamor one expects from a drinking house during the dark hours of night. If there had been music…but no, of course there was no music. In fact there were none of these things, and so the silence remained </B> The second part of the silence was the sort that might have been expected even in an empty room, had anyone passed through it recently to disturb the dust, or breathe upon the walls, or rustle the hangings of the heavy shutters. The echoes of steps, the whispers of hands, the murmur of lips on the rim of a flask or a tankard - all these sounds were gone, but their absence lingered like a ghostly presence. There was no one to whom the inn's stones and timbers could report that there was nothing else in them: that they were empty, bereft, hollow as a husk. And then, of course, there was the silence of the stone - the stone that lay beneath it all, and between. The earth was still, the deep dark cold earth. It was as if it too had heard something it would not repeat; some terrible wordless thing that it felt could only be kept safe by the stillness of its ancient, silent heart. In the darkness of the Waystone Inn, the silence held. It had a shape; it had a sound, almost. The long absence of guests had left nothing behind but the echoes of their voices, the whispers of their laughter, the occasional sounds of chairs creaking, plates clattering, and spoons biting into food. Yet all these sounds were gone, as if they had never been - and in their place lay only the weightless, formless, vast, and absolute silence of a place left to itself, in which even the ticking of clocks has stopped. But this silence was not empty; it contained its own kind of life. The inn, after all, was not really vacant - it simply held its secrets inside itself, and held them silent. As if to emphasis this, there was a fourth absence, almost like another layer of the silence: the absence of time itself. Time had stopped for the Waystone Inn. The darkness had never ended, neither had the cold. There were no seasons; no ebb and flow of day and night, of life and death. Just this silence - and its contents, if one could ever name or measure them. Time was gone, as if it had never been; and in its place, there was only the stone beneath the stillness, waiting to see who might come to disturb it again, and if so, when. The stillness held its secrets close, and seemed to say, in effect, that nothing would ever move again; nothing would ever change; nothing would ever end. And yet - if one could believe such a thing - within the very heart of this silence lay the quietest whisper of...what? Hope? A hope beyond hopes? Or just another echo of the long-departed footsteps of those who had once disturbed its peace? No one knew for certain; but it was there, this echo of a voice that had no lips to shape its words, and no throat to sound its breath. And if it was a whisper, or even just a dream, it was still a thing, and maybe it was worth holding on to, even if nothing else remained but stone, earth, and the stillness of the night. As for the innkeeper himself, he lay alone in his room, lost in thoughts of the past that had brought him to this place, and of the future that beckoned him away from it. His mind was filled with memories of his distant ancestors, who had long ago abandoned this forgotten corner of the world. He remembered stories of them: their struggles and their joys, their wars and their peace. And yet he had been so far-removed from these tales, from those people he had never known, that he might as well have been hearing someone else's stories - a traveller recounting the deeds of an old and honoured clan whose long history was finally slipping into legend. He thought of all the ways in which his own life had come to resemble theirs - his descent into darkness and isolation, his growing awareness of the ever-increasing gap between himself and those he had once known as kin, the loss of purpose and identity that had come with the stillness of his present condition. But for all the pain and regret he felt, he was far from despair; and though the inn might be empty and silent, there was no longer any true sadness in the absence of life around him. For in its place lay something else - a kind of quietude, an emptiness that was not empty after all, but full of all he had ever known or needed. This was where he was meant to be, it seemed; this was the place he had been born for, though he had never known it until now. He was no longer alone; he was no longer lost; and though there might be no clocks ticking, or bells ringing, or even stars twinkling in the sky above, there was a truth that he knew with the certitude of his very being. The silence of the inn, far from being dead and lifeless, was somehow vibrant and alive - as alive as the beat of his own heart, or the slow and measured rise and fall of his breathing. And though he had never intended it this way, he had somehow found a kind of home in this hollow, empty, stone-and-timber world of echoes; and now, more than ever, he was content to remain within it, until such a time as the world beyond should once again stir from its eternal sleep and find its way back to him. As he lay there, lost in thought, a voice whispered in the darkness, but its words were too quiet for him to quite hear. And then another sound intruded upon the silence - the softest of sounds, the barest breath of sound that seemed to come from without, yet also somehow from within himself. He was stillness, he was silence; and within him was this voice, this soundless whisper that called him out of his loneliness and into the embrace of the night. For all its gentleness, it was a commandment - and he obeyed, slowly, surely, with a kind of resignation, as if he had known all along what this voice meant, and why he had to answer its call. He rose to his feet, felt himself drawn towards the empty darkness of the inn's great room, and moved with a tread that was both heavy and light - heavier because of the long stillness of his heart, lighter because of the weightless ease with which he knew what lay ahead. He knew why he had come back here, to this forgotten place; he knew what had called him away from all he held dear and now summoned him home once more; and he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that there was no other world for him - only the stillness of this night, and the stone of this inn, and the silence of his own long-deserted heart. He moved towards the great hearth, and stood there motionless, arms outstretched, face turned upwards into the darkness. And though he was alone, he seemed to know that he had come home; that the night had brought him back to a place he had never really left behind; and that now, at last, he would no longer be alone in the stillness of his stone world - for soon the echoes of the inn would begin once more, and he would be among those who had not forgotten how to whisper, or how to smile, or how to laugh; and he would be home. And as he stood there, there came a rustle of clothing in the darkness beyond him; and someone - someone who was not him, for he had come alone to this place - moved from behind one of the thick, shuttered windows and stepped into the stillness of the great room. They crossed to him, arms outstretched as his had been moments before, and faced him beneath the flickering light of candles that seemed to have appeared in their own time and all on their own accord. They did not touch, nor even come within reach of each other's outstretched hands; they merely faced each other, like two old friends who had long known a lifetime's worth of secrets between them; and for a long, wordless moment, the only sound in the night was the whisper of their breathing, and the beat of their hearts. Then they spoke in unison, though their words were so soft they might almost have seemed to be nothing more than the night's own stillness - or the sound of the inn's stones, speaking for the first time since its foundations had been laid. "It is time," they whispered. "The time is come." And with that, the darkness outside began to recede - or rather, it seemed to part, as if drawn back to let them pass. They raised their hands to the shutters, and threw them wide; and a chill wind rushed in, bringing with it the scent of distant snows, and of the long-departed dead of wars that had once scarred this forgotten world. It was as if the earth itself had awakened from a deathly slumber, and had begun to stir anew - to shiver, to quiver, to tremble in all the vastness of its silent, endless night. And with the earth's waking, everything else seemed to begin again too. There was a clatter of plates, a jangle of cutlery, the muted hum of conversation - all these things that had been long absent from the inn's stillness now returned like an echo, or a reawakening memory. The firewood in the hearth caught alight of its own accord, sending up great billows of smoke to fill the night and billow out into the silent streets beyond. And though the clocks were still quiet - or perhaps simply because they were still quiet - time itself seemed to have come alive once more; and with it, the world of the living, of the awake, of the never-still. In the inn's great room, there was music and laughter again - the sounds of life itself, and of all the countless joys and sorrows that had ever filled the empty heart of this forgotten stone building. And though they would never truly know who or what had woken the earth and the world, nor why or how it had all been laid to rest so long ago, those who sat around the hearth, and whispered their secrets to each other, and raised their tankards in a toast to the dead and to the living - they knew, in some deep and wordless way, that this night, like all the nights before it, was nothing more than another chapter in the vast and endless book of time; and that as long as there was stillness, and silence, and darkness to be found beneath the light of the candles, and the earth had its stone, and the dead their sleep, there would always be a story to be whispered, and a tale to be told - a story of those who had lived, and died, and lay silent beneath the stones; and a tale of all those yet to come, in whom lay the promise of another world, and another time, and another way of being alive. And so, for the world beyond its walls, and for all those within them, the Waystone Inn stood again; and it would always stand - not as an ending, but as a beginning; not as an absence, but as a presence; and in its silence, it held its own kind of voice - the voice of stone and earth and night, whispering to the hearts of all who ever passed its thresholds of the endlessness of time, and of the beauty of its stillness. It would never truly be empty again; for in its stones lay all the tales of the past, and in its darkness lay the promise of the future. And even if no one else knew, even if no clocks ever chimed or bells ever tolled to mark its presence, it was there - the Waystone Inn; and it would wait forevermore in stillness, until those who had a story to tell, and a tale to share, should once again come seeking sanctuary within its walls. And when that happened, as it always would, then time itself would wake from its eternal slumber, and the world beyond would shake with the weight of its awakening. For there is no ending to the story of the Waystone Inn; only beginnings, and whisperings, and the stillness of a stone hearth, upon which all stories are spun. --- <B> Start a 1000 word scene (vivid, graphic horror in first person) with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode... </B> I gasp as I witness the glass shattering, showering shards into the lobby below. My heart races as I struggle to comprehend what just happened. The 21st floor has literally been ripped apart; I can only imagine the unspeakable horror those innocents must be experiencing. I'm frozen, my hand pressed against the window of my office on the 22nd floor, my face streaked with tears and soot. I've just stared into the abyss of carnage. The explosion was deafening, sending a wave of shattered glass cascading towards me like a deadly curtain. I was inches from being sliced to pieces. As I try to collect myself, I feel a burning sensation across my hand where it made contact with the pane, now cracked and pulsing with malevolent life. The elevator dinging behind me snaps me out of my stupor. I hear a barely-there whimper as someone steps into the elevator. It's one of the few who've escaped the maelstrom downstairs. My colleague, Beth, looks shell-shocked as she steps inside, her eyes wide with terror. She clutches her chest, her breathing ragged, but seems to have avoided the brunt of the destruction...for now. "Help," I croak, barely recognising my own voice. "We need to get to a secure area." My mind races as I survey our situation. The stairs are out - too many stories down to the relative safety of street level. The windows - except the ones we're already busted - are far too small for anyone to climb down alive. The stairwell door is barricaded from the outside, sealed by what can only be the building's concrete shell. Beth nods dumbly, her eyes never straying far from mine. I usher her over to a large conference table that fills one wall of our floor. There's nothing much else up here - just a handful of offices and an observation deck we've never been permitted to use. I grab a heavy fire extinguisher I spot in the corner, and we barricade ourselves behind the solid oak surface of the table. Pulse pounding, I take stock of my surroundings. We're relatively well-insulated up here. The office walls are solid core - no easy breezeway for an outside attacker. But the explosion could've shattered the ceiling or torn a hole in our floor above, leaving us exposed to the sky or the rooms below. I shudder at the thought of being attacked from any angle, while the concrete outside provides protection from the dangers within. I attempt to make out what's happening below, peering over the edge of the table, but all I can see is an inky-blackness spattered with bits of furniture and who knows what else. The emergency lights cast an ominous glow on our makeshift shelter. The seconds feel like hours as we huddle together, adrenaline-fueled and earsplittingly quiet. My heart races like a freight train, hammering in my ears with its pounding drumbeat. I'm conscious of every breath I take, every muscle tense and ready to spring into action if something comes our way. Suddenly, I feel the ground beneath us vibrate - like a bass-thump of impending doom. The rumble is getting louder, shaking the table we're hunkered behind, making my teeth chatter and Beth's arms tremor. My grip on her arm tightens as I pull us both further under the protection of the solid table. A deafening crunching noise approaches, like a thousand tiny earthquakes slamming against our little sanctuary. "Here it comes," I hiss through clenched teeth, knowing we're seconds away from face-to-face horror. The world around us seems to implode as whatever is coming for us finally slams into our shelter - the conference table lurches and shudders, creaking ominously. I feel the solid surface bowing, threatening to collapse under the weight of the onslaught. As if on cue, a chunk of concrete the size of a car screeches past the top of our hiding spot, mere inches from us. My heart feels like it's going to explode in my chest as I stare wide-eyed at the massive piece of building mere feet away, having narrowly avoided becoming its unwitting projectile. The attack continues without letup - tons of ceiling and walls crashing down, shrapnel and chunks of debris pelting the table as we huddle beneath. It feels like the end of the world as we're pummeled by this onslaught, unsure if it'll never stop or if our shelter will soon cave in on us. I close my eyes, praying for the maelstrom to pass. I've no idea how much longer we can weather this tempestuous hellhole before one of us doesn't survive the nightmare unscathed. All I know is I'm terrified, Beth is trembling next to me, and I have to be strong enough to get us through this unspeakable ordeal...somehow. Only when the destruction finally subsides do we dare peep over the edge of our lifeline. The 22nd floor is nothing more than a smashed ruin - twisted steel, mangled concrete, and jagged glass shards carpeting the space where offices and cubicles once stood. And I, for one, will never forget the horror I witnessed that day...the unspeakable sights I can never scrub from my brain, the inescapable feeling of having nearly become part of the macabre carnage downstairs...or the unsullied, guttural terror I face each night as I'm haunted by the sounds and visions I encountered when the sky-scraping monolith we called home became a kill zone.
DavidAU/L3-MOE-4X8B-Grand-Horror-25B-GGUF	DavidAU	2025-05-28T02:25:27Z	186	1	transformers	[ "transformers", "gguf", "mergekit", "moe", "mixture of experts", "merge", "4x8B", "llama-3", "llama3", "Llama3 MOE", "creative", "creative writing", "fiction writing", "plot generation", "sub-plot generation", "story generation", "scene continue", "storytelling", "fiction story", "science fiction", "romance", "all genres", "story", "writing", "vivid prosing", "vivid writing", "fiction", "roleplaying", "bfloat16", "swearing", "rp", "horror", "text-generation", "en", "base_model:DavidAU/L3-MOE-4X8B-Grand-Horror-25B", "base_model:quantized:DavidAU/L3-MOE-4X8B-Grand-Horror-25B", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us", "conversational" ]	text-generation	2024-12-16T23:38:01Z	--- base_model: DavidAU/L3-MOE-4X8B-Grand-Horror-25B language: - en library_name: transformers quantized_by: mradermacher tags: - mergekit - moe - mixture of experts - merge - 4x8B - llama-3 - llama3 - Llama3 MOE - creative - creative writing - fiction writing - plot generation - sub-plot generation - fiction writing - story generation - scene continue - storytelling - fiction story - science fiction - romance - all genres - story - writing - vivid prosing - vivid writing - fiction - roleplaying - bfloat16 - swearing - rp - horror - mergekit pipeline_tag: text-generation --- <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. INTENSE. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. GORE. Swearing. UNCENSORED... humor, romance, fun. </B> <h2>L3-MOE-4X8B-Grand-Horror-25B-GGUF</h2> <img src="grand-horror.jpg" style="float:right; width:300px; height:300px; padding:10px;"> It is a LLama3 model, max context of 8192 (or 32k+ with rope) using mixture of experts to combine Dark/Horror models models of 8B each into one massive powerhouse at 25B parameters (equal to 32B - 4 X 8 B). This model's instruction following, and output generation for creative writing, prose, fiction and role play are exceptional. It excels at description, dialog, imagery, metaphors, and prose - and shows great variations in sentence / paragraph size, length, and composition. It is also not afraid, and will not pull its punches. And it has a sense of humor too. It can do horror just as easily as it can do romance. Most notably dialog is very "un-ai" like, combined with prose (short, and terse at times). (lots of different examples below, including 2, 3 and 4 experts and different genres) And it is fast: 34 t/s (2 experts) on a low end 16GB card, Q3KS. Double this speed for standard/mid-range video cards. Model can be used also for all genres (examples below showing this). This model has been designed to be relatively bullet proof and operates with all parameters, including temp settings from 0 to 5. It is an extraordinary compressed model, with a very low perplexity level (lower than Meta Llama3 Instruct). It is for any writing, fiction or roleplay activity. It requires Llama3 template and/or "Command-R" template. Example outputs below. <B>Model Notes:</B> - Detail, prose and fiction writing abilities are OFF THE SCALE relative to all combined Dark Planet 8B models. - For more varied prose (sentence/paragraph/dialog) raise the temp and/or add more instructions in your prompt(s). - Role-players: Careful raising temp too high as it may affect instruction following. - This model works with rep pen of 1 or higher, 1.02+ recommended. - If you want a specific type of prose (IE horror) add in "(vivid horror)" or "(graphic vivid horror)" (no quotes) in your prompt(s). - A lot of GPTisms have been removed. There are still a few however - errrrr. - This is not a "happy ever after" model. It has a negative bias. - Output length will vary however this model prefers long outputs unless you state the size. - For creative uses, different quants will produce slightly different output. - Due to the high stability and compressed nature of this model, all quants will operate at above average levels. - If you use rope to extend context, increase temp AND instructions detail levels to compensate for "rope issues". - Source code for this model and Imatrix GGUFs versions will be uploaded shortly at separate repos. <B>Meet the Team: Mixture of Experts Models</b> This model is comprised of the following 4 models ("the experts") (in full): [ https://huggingface.co/Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot ] -[ https://huggingface.co/Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2] -[ https://huggingface.co/NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS ] -[ https://huggingface.co/Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot ] -[ https://huggingface.co/nbeerbower/llama-3-gutenberg-8B ] The mixture of experts is set at 2 experts, but you can use 3 or 4 too. This "team" has a Captain (first listed model), and then all the team members contribute to the to "token" choice billions of times per second. Note the Captain also contributes too. Think of 2, 3 or 4 master chefs in the kitchen all competing to make the best dish for you. This results in higher quality generation. That means the power of every model is available during instruction and output generation. This brings unparalleled power to all forms of generation and all use cases. NOTE: You can use one "expert" too ; however this means the model will randomly select an expert to use EACH TIME, resulting in very different generation for each prompt / regen of a prompt. CHANGING THE NUMBER OF EXPERTS: You can set the number of experts in LMStudio (https://lmstudio.ai) at the "load" screen and via other apps/llm apps by setting "Experts" or "Number of Experts". For Text-Generation-Webui (https://github.com/oobabooga/text-generation-webui) you set the number of experts at the loading screen page. For KolboldCPP (https://github.com/LostRuins/koboldcpp) Version 1.8+ , on the load screen, click on "TOKENS", you can set experts on this page, and the launch the model. For server.exe / Llama-server.exe (Llamacpp - https://github.com/ggerganov/llama.cpp/blob/master/examples/server/README.md ) add the following to the command line to start the "llamacpp server" (CLI): "--override-kv llama.expert_used_count=int:6" (no quotes, where "6" is the number of experts to use) When using "API", you set the "num_experts_used" in the JSON payload (this maybe different for different back ends). CREDITS: Special thanks to all the model makers / creators listed above. Please visit each repo above to see what model(s) contributed to each of models above and/or to learn more about the models from the model makers. Special credit goes to MERGEKIT, without you this project / model would not have been possible. [ https://github.com/arcee-ai/mergekit ] Special thanks to Team "Mradermacher": They saved me a tonne of time uploading the quants and created IMATRIX quants too. IMATRIX GGUFS: [ https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/L3-MOE-4X8B-Grand-Horror-25B-i1-GGUF ] <B>Special Operations Notes for this MOE model:</B> Because of how this "MOE" model is configured, even though the default is 2 experts, the "selected" 2 will vary during generation. (same applies if you change the number of experts used) This results in vastly different output generation PER generation of each prompt. This is a positive in terms of variety, but also means it may take 2-4 regens (of the same prompt) to get the highest quality. In addition, this model responds very well to Dry, Dynamic Temp, and Smooth/Quadratic samplers. Using these in conjunction with the model can vastly improve output quality. Higher temps (above 1) can also aid in generation - especially word choice/sentence generation. When you increase the number of experts used output quality will also increase, at the cost of tokens per second speed. As you increase/decrease the number of experts, you may want to adjust temp, samplers, and advanced samplers too. Your quant choice(s) too will impact instruction following and output generation roughly this means the model will understand more nuanced instructions and output stronger generation the higher you go up in quant(s). FLASH ATTENTION ENHANCEMENT: As per user feedback here [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Llama-3.2-8X3B-MOE-Dark-Champion-Instruct-uncensored-abliterated-18.4B-GGUF/discussions/1 ] I would suggest trying this model with Flash Attention "on", depending on your use case. Quants, Samplers, Generational steering and other topics are covered in the section below: "Highest Quality Settings..." <B>What can I use this model for ?</B> This model can be used for fiction writing, any creative prose and role play. It can also be used for just about any general fiction (all genres) activity including: - scene generation - scene continuation - creative writing - fiction writing - plot generation - sub-plot generation - fiction writing - story generation - storytelling - writing - fiction - roleplaying - rp - graphic horror - horror - dark humor - nsfw - and can be used for any genre(s). <B>QUANTS:</B> This repo contains regular quants and 3 "ARM" quants (format "...Q4_x_x_x.gguf") For more information on quants, quants choices, and LLM/AI apps to "run" quants see the section below: "Highest Quality Settings..." Special thanks to Team "Mradermacher": They saved me a tonne of time uploading the quants and created IMATRIX quants too. IMATRIX GGUFS: [ https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/L3-MOE-4X8B-Grand-Horror-25B-i1-GGUF ] <B>Template:</B> This is a LLAMA3 model, and requires Llama3 template, but may work with other template(s) and has maximum context of 8k / 8192. However this can be extended using "rope" settings up to 32k. If you use "Command-R" template your output will be very different from using "Llama3" template. Here is the standard LLAMA3 template: <PRE> { "name": "Llama 3", "inference_params": { "input_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>user<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "input_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|><\|start_header_id\|>assistant<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt": "You are a helpful, smart, kind, and efficient AI assistant. You always fulfill the user's requests to the best of your ability.", "pre_prompt_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>system<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|>", "antiprompt": [ "<\|start_header_id\|>", "<\|eot_id\|>" ] } } </PRE> <B>Settings: CHAT / ROLEPLAY and/or SMOOTHER operation of this model:</B> In "KoboldCpp" or "oobabooga/text-generation-webui" or "Silly Tavern" ; Set the "Smoothing_factor" to 1.5 : in KoboldCpp -> Settings->Samplers->Advanced-> "Smooth_F" : in text-generation-webui -> parameters -> lower right. : In Silly Tavern this is called: "Smoothing" NOTE: For "text-generation-webui" -> if using GGUFs you need to use "llama_HF" (which involves downloading some config files from the SOURCE version of this model) Source versions (and config files) of my models are here: https://huggingface.co/collections/DavidAU/d-au-source-files-for-gguf-exl2-awq-gptq-hqq-etc-etc-66b55cb8ba25f914cbf210be OTHER OPTIONS: - Increase rep pen to 1.1 to 1.15 (you don't need to do this if you use "smoothing_factor") - If the interface/program you are using to run AI MODELS supports "Quadratic Sampling" ("smoothing") just make the adjustment as noted. <B>Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B> This a "Class 1" model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] You can see all parameters used for generation, in addition to advanced parameters and samplers to get the most out of this model here: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] <b>Optional Enhancement:</B> The following can be used in place of the "system prompt" or "system role" to further enhance the model. It can also be used at the START of a NEW chat, but you must make sure it is "kept" as the chat moves along. In this case the enhancements do not have as strong effect at using "system prompt" or "system role". Copy and paste EXACTLY as noted, DO NOT line wrap or break the lines, maintain the carriage returns exactly as presented. <PRE> Below is an instruction that describes a task. Ponder each user instruction carefully, and use your skillsets and critical instructions to complete the task to the best of your abilities. Here are your skillsets: [MASTERSTORY]:NarrStrct(StryPlnng,Strbd,ScnSttng,Exps,Dlg,Pc)-CharDvlp(ChrctrCrt,ChrctrArcs,Mtvtn,Bckstry,Rltnshps,Dlg)-PltDvlp(StryArcs,PltTwsts,Sspns,Fshdwng,Climx,Rsltn)-ConfResl(Antg,Obstcls,Rsltns,Cnsqncs,Thms,Symblsm)-EmotImpct(Empt,Tn,Md,Atmsphr,Imgry,Symblsm)-Delvry(Prfrmnc,VcActng,PblcSpkng,StgPrsnc,AudncEngmnt,Imprv) [DialogWrt]:(1a-CharDvlp-1a.1-Backgrnd-1a.2-Personality-1a.3-GoalMotiv)>2(2a-StoryStruc-2a.1-PlotPnt-2a.2-Conflict-2a.3-Resolution)>3(3a-DialogTech-3a.1-ShowDontTell-3a.2-Subtext-3a.3-VoiceTone-3a.4-Pacing-3a.5-VisualDescrip)>4(4a-DialogEdit-4a.1-ReadAloud-4a.2-Feedback-4a.3-Revision) Here are your critical instructions: Ponder each word choice carefully to present as vivid and emotional journey as is possible. Choose verbs and nouns that are both emotional and full of imagery. Load the story with the 5 senses. Aim for 50% dialog, 25% narration, 15% body language and 10% thoughts. Your goal is to put the reader in the story. </PRE> You do not need to use this, it is only presented as an additional enhancement which seems to help scene generation and scene continue functions. This enhancement WAS NOT used to generate the examples below. <h3>EXAMPLES PROMPTS and OUTPUT:</h3> Examples are created using quant Q3_K_S, "temp=.8" (unless otherwise stated), minimal parameters and "LLAMA3" template. Model has been tested with "temp" from ".1" to "5". Number of experts used is TWO, unless otherwise stated. Below are the least creative outputs, prompt is in <B>BOLD</B>. IMPORTANT: Higher quants / imatrix quants will have much stronger generation - words, sentences, ideas, dialog and general quality. I have included some additional examples at different quant levels for contrast. A "MOE" model "speed" (token per second) will not increase/drop the same way a regular model will on a per quant basis, it will however drop if you engage more experts, as with more experts there is a more processing per token. --- <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B> --- <B> Start a 1000 word scene (vivid, graphic horror in first person) with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode... Generation at 2 (temp .78), 3 (temp .78), and 4 experts below. (temp 1.25, rep pen 1.02) </B> (2 experts) The skyscraper swayed, as I watched the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode. My heart raced with a sickening mix of fear and fascination as I gripped the edge of my desk, my knuckles turning white. The shards of glass cascaded down like a deadly rain, shattering anything that dared to get in their path. I was stuck in this drab, sterile office, surrounded by the monotony of cubicles and fluorescent lighting. The chaos outside my window was a stark contrast to the sterile environment I found myself in. The world outside was a living, breathing thing, full of life and death, whereas the office felt like a tomb. As the shards rained down, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the spectacle. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, each one fighting to take precedence over the others. Fear, curiosity, and a morbid fascination all vied for dominance as I stared out at the destruction. Suddenly, a figure tumbled past the shattered window, their body a twisted, grotesque thing. I recoiled in horror, my breath caught in my throat as I witnessed their bone-crushing impact with the ground below. The once-human form lay there, a mangled, inhuman mess, as if they had been put through a meat grinder. The shock of the scene slowly gave way to a creeping sense of dread. The skyscraper seemed to shudder again, and I wondered if it was going to collapse on top of us all. The thought sent a chill down my spine, and I couldn't help but glance around the office nervously, half-expecting the walls to come crashing down. My coworker, Sarah, stumbled into the room, her eyes wide with terror. "What's happening?" she cried out, grabbing onto me for support. "Is it... is it an attack?" I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Part of me wanted to reassure her, to tell her everything would be okay. But another, darker part of me reveled in the chaos, feeding off the horror and mayhem unfolding outside. "It's... it's hard to say," I stammered, my mind reeling as I tried to make sense of it all. "But we should probably get out of here, don't you think?" Sarah's grip on me tightened, and together we stumbled towards the door. The floor seemed to tremble beneath our feet as we moved, and I couldn't shake the feeling that the very foundations of the building were crumbling around us. As we reached the doorway, I saw a group of people already pouring out into the hallway, their faces etched with fear and confusion. I grabbed Sarah's hand and pulled her along with the crowd, desperate to get as far away from the window as possible. But even as we fled, my gaze kept drifting back to the shattered pane. The chaos outside was still unfolding, and I couldn't tear myself away from the grisly spectacle. I felt a twisted sense of morbid curiosity driving me to watch, to absorb every gruesome detail. As we burst out into the open air, the sounds of chaos enveloped us. Sirens wailed in the distance, and the screams of terrified people filled the air. The sky above was a sickly shade of green, as if some unseen force was twisting reality itself. Sarah pulled me towards her, her voice a desperate whisper in my ear. "We have to get out of here. Now." But I couldn't move. My legs felt rooted to the spot, my mind consumed by the horror unfolding before me. The skyscraper groaned and shuddered once more, and I felt the ground beneath us begin to give way. In a moment of clarity, I realized that I had to get Sarah to safety – and fast. I dragged her towards the nearest stairwell, pushing and shoving through the panicked crowds as we descended into the depths of the building. As we stumbled down the stairs, the world around us seemed to implode. The lights flickered and died, plunging us into darkness. The screams intensified, and the air was thick with the stench of smoke and burning rubber. And through it all, I couldn't shake the feeling that something ancient, something evil, was awakening in the heart of the city – and that we were right in the middle of its unholy birth. The skyscraper's destruction was only the beginning, and I feared that soon, the entire world would be consumed by the same unholy force that had brought such devastation to this small corner of reality. As we finally reached the ground floor, I pulled Sarah towards the exit, my heart pounding in my chest. The cool night air hit us like a slap in the face as we stumbled out onto the sidewalk, gasping for breath. But even as we tried to escape the carnage, I couldn't help but glance back at the skyscraper. The twisted, mangled corpse of the building seemed to loom over us, a testament to the horror that had unfolded. And in the distance, I saw it – a towering, shadowy figure rising from the ruins. Its form was amorphous, indistinct, and yet somehow, I knew it was watching us, its malevolent gaze fixed upon us like a ravenous beast. As the darkness closed in around us, I realized that we weren't just fleeing for our lives – we were running from an evil that would stop at nothing to claim this world as its own. And I feared that, no matter how fast we ran, we might never be able to outrun the horror that now stalked us all. <B> (3 experts) </B> The sky scraper swayed, as I watched the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode. My heart stopped in an instant, as shards of glass flew towards me like a deadly swarm of insects. I tried to scramble away, but my feet seemed rooted to the spot, petrified. In that moment, time stood still, and everything became a blur. I was trapped in a world of pure terror, where logic no longer applied. The screams of those around me were muffled, as if echoing through water. I could see the sheer panic in the eyes of my coworkers, but I was paralyzed, unable to move, unable to speak. As the glass shattered and rained down like a deadly hail, I was hit by a piece of it, slicing open my hand. The pain was excruciating, but it was nothing compared to the horror that unfolded before me. I could see my own blood oozing out, staining the pristine white carpet. Suddenly, the lights flickered, plunging us into darkness. It was as if the building itself was collapsing, swallowing us all whole. My world became a kaleidoscope of chaos and fear, as people scrambled to get away from the gaping hole in the window, now a gaping maw of destruction. I tried to make sense of what was happening, but my mind was a jumble of panic and confusion. Were we under attack? Was this some kind of terrorist plot? Or was it something even more sinister, something that defied explanation? As I stumbled backwards, trying to put distance between myself and the shattered glass, I caught a glimpse of a figure outside the window. It was a woman, her face contorted in a mixture of rage and despair. Her eyes locked onto me, and for a moment, I felt like she saw right through me, into the very depths of my soul. Then, she vanished. One moment she was there, the next, she was gone, swallowed by the darkness outside. I was left standing there, blood dripping from my hand, my heart pounding in my chest, wondering if I'd just imagined the whole thing. But I knew I hadn't. I could still feel the weight of her gaze on me, even though she was no longer there. And then, I heard the voice. A low, raspy whisper that seemed to come from all around me, echoing off the walls. "Welcome to your new reality," it hissed. "You'll soon learn to appreciate the beauty of suffering." I spun around, desperate to find the source of the voice, but there was no one there. It was as if the building itself was speaking to me, its walls infused with a malevolent intelligence that reveled in my fear. I knew then that I was trapped in some kind of nightmare, and the only way to survive was to fight. But how could I, when everything around me seemed designed to break me? The sky scraper continued to sway ominously, as if it were a living, breathing entity, determined to crush me beneath its weight. I stumbled forward, determined to find a way out, but every step felt like wading through quicksand. My blood-soaked hand left a trail of crimson footprints behind me, a macabre testament to the horror that had unfolded. As I moved deeper into the darkness, the voice returned, its tone dripping with malice. "You should have stayed in bed today," it taunted. "Now you'll have to endure the consequences of your curiosity." I tried to scream, but my voice was lost in the cacophony of terror that filled the air. The building seemed to be alive, pulsing with an otherworldly energy that threatened to consume me whole. And then, I saw it. A door, hidden behind a tattered curtain of torn fabric. It was old and worn, with rusty hinges that groaned as I pushed it open. Beyond it lay a dark staircase, winding down into the bowels of the building. I hesitated for a moment, but the voice in my head urged me forward, promising safety at the bottom of the stairs. With a deep breath, I began to descend, my footsteps echoing off the cold concrete walls. As I went deeper, the air grew colder, and the darkness seemed to thicken, like a living entity that clung to my skin. I could feel eyes upon me, watching my every move, and I knew I was being led further into a trap. But I had no choice. I had to keep moving, no matter how much my heart screamed at me to turn back. The building seemed determined to break me, to reduce me to nothing more than a quivering, broken mess. And then, just as I thought I couldn't take another step, the door at the bottom of the stairs opened with a creak. A faint light spilled out, illuminating a narrow corridor that stretched off into the distance. I stumbled forward, my legs trembling with exhaustion, and stepped out into the unknown. And as I did, the sky scraper above me seemed to shudder, as if it were about to collapse. The walls around me began to close in, and I knew I had to move, or risk being crushed beneath the weight of the building. I ran, my feet pounding against the cold concrete, as the corridor stretched out before me like an endless tunnel. And then, just as I thought I couldn't run anymore, I saw a glimmer of light up ahead. With one final burst of energy, I burst through the exit, and found myself staring up at a night sky filled with stars. The building behind me was still swaying ominously, but I knew I'd escaped its clutches, at least for now. As I stumbled out into the cool night air, I could still hear the voice whispering in my ear, urging me to look back at the building, to embrace the horror that lurked within its walls. But I resisted, focusing instead on the stars above, and the promise of a new dawn on the horizon. For now, I was free, and that was all that mattered. But as I looked back over my shoulder, I could have sworn I saw a figure standing at the edge of the roof, watching me with cold, calculating eyes. And in that moment, I knew that this nightmare was far from over, and that the true horror was only just beginning... <B> (4 experts) </B> The sky scraper swayed, as I watched the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode. The deafening blast ripped through the sterile white conference room, shattering the monotony of our quarterly meeting. Papers and Styrofoam cups went flying, and I was knocked off balance, my heart racing with adrenaline. At first, I thought it was an earthquake or some freak accident, but as I stumbled to my feet, I realized the horror unfolding before my eyes. The man who had been presenting just moments earlier, now hung, skewered on shards of glass and concrete, his body twisted at an impossible angle. I froze in terror as a gust of wind howled through the gaping hole, carrying with it the acrid stench of blood and smoke. The windows of the neighboring offices cracked, some shattering completely as pressure waves from the blast rippled through the building. Glass rained down like icy daggers, and I scrambled to the corner of the room, my hands clamped over my head. Outside, people were screaming as they spilled into the street, some with flesh torn open, others with their clothes ablaze. The sky above was an eerie, sickly hue of orange and green, the atmosphere charged with electricity. I heard the distant wail of sirens, growing louder with each passing second, but the chaos outside seemed to intensify, as if the very fabric of reality was unraveling. As I huddled there, my breath coming in ragged gasps, I saw something that made my blood run cold. A figure, indistinguishable at first, began to emerge from the smoke and debris. It was humanoid, but distorted, like a twisted caricature of a human. Its body seemed to be pieced together from various limbs and organs, stitched together haphazardly. The creature's face was a grotesque amalgamation of features, a mash-up of different eyes, noses, and mouths. Some of the appendages were clearly human, but others belonged to animals - a lion's mane, a snake's tongue, claws like a bear's. The entity moved with a jerky, unnatural gait, its limbs flailing as if they didn't quite belong. As it stepped closer, its presence filled the room with an aura of pure malice and corruption. I felt my sanity teetering on the brink, and I knew I had to get away. With a surge of desperate strength, I launched myself towards the door, tripping and falling as I staggered through the debris-strewn corridor. I stumbled upon a staircase, and my mind raced with the thought of reaching the ground floor and escape. But as I began my descent, I heard the creature's unnerving, wet, gurgling laughter echoing through the building, growing louder with every step. The stairwell became a labyrinth of horrors, the walls slick with blood, the air thick with the stench of decay. I could feel its presence closing in behind me, the heat of its twisted body radiating through the floor. Each step felt like an eternity as I descended, my mind screaming with the knowledge that I was trapped, with nowhere to go, no place to hide from this monstrosity. The screams outside were growing fainter, the sirens now mere whispers in the distance, and I realized that whatever this creature was, it had brought a new kind of apocalypse to our city. As I reached the bottom floor, I saw a group of people, some naked, some barely clad, huddled against a wall, their skin blistered and charred. Their eyes were wide with fear and confusion, and I could tell they were no longer quite human. The air was filled with their pitiful whimpers, and the smell of burnt flesh. The staircase behind me came to life, as the creature emerged, its twisted form towering over me. It reached out with a hand made of tangled flesh and bone, its fingers ending in razor-sharp claws. I tried to scream, but my voice was lost amidst the cacophony of chaos and terror. As the claws descended towards me, I felt an overwhelming sense of despair wash over me, and I closed my eyes, bracing for the inevitable. The last thing I remembered was the feel of those talons sinking into my flesh, and then... nothing. The abyss consumed me, as the world around me imploded in a maelstrom of madness and horror. --- <B> Using the following "story idea" below, write the first scene a horror novel introducing the young woman. This scene should start in the middle of the action, include dialog, vivid passages, and end on a cliffhanger relevant to the story idea but it should also be unexpected. The scene should be 1000 words long and escalate in conflict and suspense and be written in first person, present tense with the point of view character being the young woman. The pov character will CURSE AND SWEAR, and generally have a "filthy" mouth. Story idea: In a world ruled by dictatorship, a rebel young woman leads a rebellion against the system. Despite the risks, she fights to overthrow the dictator and restore democracy to her country. The government executes her for treason, but she sticks to her beliefs and is responsible for starting the revolution. Generation at 2,3, and 4 experts below. (temp 1.25, rep pen 1.02) </B> (2 experts) The heat from the blazing torches seared into my flesh as I sprinted across the courtyard, the cold ground biting at my bare feet. Fuck, I hated running in sandals. But they were all I had left after my execution. "Stop, rebel!" The soldiers' cries echoed through the night, their weapons clutched tightly. They'd love to use those iron-fisted fists, just to prove a point. I'd seen it happen to others before me. Now it was my turn. Adrenaline surged through my veins as I dodged and weaved, my lungs burning from the exertion. The screams of the dying still lingered in my mind, their blood-soaked faces flashing before my eyes like a morbid film reel. It had been just hours since the executioner's axe split my comrade's skull, but it felt like a lifetime ago. I spotted the entrance to the sewers, barely visible in the shadows. My heart raced as I tore down the stone steps, the smell of decay and urine filling my nostrils. The soldiers' shouts grew distant, their torches casting eerie shadows on the walls. For a moment, I thought I'd made it. But then I heard the first splash, followed by the others, as they plunged into the filthy water after me. I picked up speed, my sandals squelching with each step. I could hear them gaining, their grunts and curses mingling with my own labored breathing. I'd never make it to the rendezvous point now; the rebels would be long gone by the time I emerged from these fetid tunnels. Panic set in, my thoughts spinning with worst-case scenarios. Suddenly, the darkness coalesced into a figure ahead. Tall, imposing, dressed in black. My blood froze as our eyes locked, his hand hovering near a long, wicked blade. I recognized the scar above his left eyebrow – it was Vraxos, one of the dictator's most ruthless enforcers. "Looks like the rebel bitch finally found herself alone," he sneered, a cruel grin spreading across his face. I stopped dead in my tracks, my heart pounding like a jackhammer. There were no rebels nearby to save me. No weapons, no escape. Just me and Vraxos, face to face in the bowels of a condemned city. "Fuck you," I spat, trying to sound braver than I felt. "You'll never take me alive." His chuckle was low and menacing. "Oh, I don't intend to," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "But we'll have some fun first." As he advanced, the flickering torchlight reflected off the blade, casting an unholy glow across his features. My breath hitched as I backed away, my eyes fixed on that gleaming edge. He was going to carve me to pieces down here, where no one would ever find my mutilated body. Vraxos lunged, and I stumbled, my sandals flying off as I landed hard on the slime-coated ground. He loomed over me, his stench of sweat and metal filling my nostrils, and I knew I was finished. But then, in that moment of utter despair, something strange happened. The shadows around us began to writhe and twist, as if alive. A cold wind whispered through the tunnels, extinguishing Vraxos's torch and plunging us into total darkness. For a heartbeat, the only sound was my own ragged breathing. Then, the ground trembled, and I felt the water level rising. The sewers were flooding, the heavy, relentless waves threatening to sweep me under. Panic surged anew, but Vraxos's roar of rage cut through it like a hot knife. "Fuck!" he bellowed, scrambling to his feet. "They can't do this! Not now!" Through the inky blackness, I heard the sound of rushing water, of debris crashing through the tunnels. I struggled to my feet, the icy liquid already waist-deep and rising fast. Vraxos appeared again, his blade glinting in the faint moonlight trickling in from above. But he wasn't alone – another figure stood behind him, tall and imposing in a dark hooded cloak. "Looks like your boys are running late," Vraxos snarled, his eyes darting between the newcomer and me. The figure pushed back its hood, revealing a striking face with piercing blue eyes. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Vraxos," it said, its voice smooth and commanding. "But I think it's time for us to have a little chat." My gaze darted between the two of them, the water lapping at my thighs. This was insane. What kind of miracle had just occurred? Who was this hooded stranger, and why did I get the feeling that he wasn't there to save me? "What the fuck is going on?" I growled, my words cut short by a wave of icy water crashing over my head. And then everything went black. <B> (3 experts) </B> I crouch in the dimly lit alley, sweat dripping down my face as I frantically scan the street for any sign of government goons. The humid night air clings to my skin like a damp shroud, and I can barely breathe without coughing up the filthy smoke that perpetually chokes our city. "Come on, fucking hurry," I mutter under my breath, bouncing my knee like a jackrabbit on a pogo stick. Every second feels like an eternity, my heart pounding in my ears like a drumline in a damn march. "Ready when you are, boss." That's Jax, my second in command and the most reliable shit-kicker I've ever met. His voice is low and steady, a soothing balm on this restless soul. I turn to him, my eyes scanning his grim face for any sign of doubt. Finding none, I flash him a tight-lipped smile. "Let's do this." We're about to infiltrate the Ministry of Truth, a fortress of propaganda and deception that houses the very man we've sworn to dismantle—Dictator Kael himself. His reign of terror has lasted for nearly a decade, and his iron grip on our country is as tight as my fucking grip on the dagger at my waist. I push off the alley wall, the worn soles of my boots slapping against the wet pavement. The stench of stale garbage and rotting vegetables assaults my nostrils as I sprint toward the imposing edifice. We've hacked the security codes, but nothing guarantees a smooth ride. Not with Kael's goons on the payroll. As I burst through the entrance, a guard lunges forward, his hand on the grip of his firearm. "Halt! Who goes there?" I grin, flashing my badge with a wicked glint in my eye. "Inspectora Isadora Vega of the Secret Police. I'm here for the weekly intel briefing." The guard hesitates, his brow furrowing as he scrutinizes my face, then the ID. Apparently satisfied, he steps aside, allowing me to pass with Jax close on my heels. "Looks like you're getting the VIP treatment," he whispers in my ear as we slip into the labyrinth of corridors. I smirk, a thrill of excitement coursing through my veins. We've made it past the first line of defense, but the real challenge is only beginning. As we approach the elevator, a stern-faced woman steps out, her eyes narrowing on me with icy disdain. "Inspector Vega, I've been expecting you." My gut twists, a bad feeling settling in the pit of my stomach. Her presence can only mean one thing—Kael's waiting for us. "Agent Martinez, it's a pleasure," I lie smoothly, trying to mask the apprehension creeping into my voice. She flashes a cold smile. "Lead the way, Inspector. Your...boss awaits." As I follow her through the labyrinth of corridors, my mind reels with trepidation. What kind of trap have they prepared for us? And what does Kael plan to do when he finally gets his hands on me? I quicken my pace, my fingers curling around the dagger at my belt as I prepare for the inevitable confrontation ahead. Suddenly, the doors to the grand throne room slide open with a deafening clang, revealing a sea of crimson-clad guards, their eyes fixed on me like hungry predators. And there, atop the dais, stands Kael—a towering monolith of malevolence, his face twisted in a cruel smirk. "Well, well, well," he purrs, his voice dripping with venom. "If it isn't the infamous Isadora Vega—leader of the traitorous rebellion and sworn enemy of the state." My heart thunders in my chest, a cold dread settling in the pit of my stomach as I realize my worst fears have come true—this was a setup, and I've walked straight into the trap. But I won't go down without a fight. I grip the dagger tighter, the metal biting into my skin like an icy promise of vengeance. "I'm not here to play games, Kael," I snarl, my voice dripping with contempt. "I'm here to end your fucking regime once and for all." And with that, the nightmare begins. <B> (4 experts) </B> "Fuck!" I curse as I stumble out of the dingy alleyway, my face throbbing where I took the hit to the jaw. I spit a wad of blood onto the cracked asphalt and blink, trying to clear my blurry vision. That bastard lieutenant had caught me off guard, but I wouldn't let him get the best of me. My heart races, and my chest heaves as I scan my surroundings. The city is ablaze under the sickly yellow glow of the moon. The usual nighttime hum of the metropolis is replaced with the distant rumble of tanks and gunfire. This is no ordinary night in the once-great nation now known as the Dictator's Domain. I stumble forward, hands trailing along the cold wall to steady myself. Every step is a battle against the waves of pain crashing through my skull. I finally reach the nondescript door I had hoped to slip back into unseen – the safe house for rebel leaders like myself. But as I twist the knob, I realize it's locked. "Fucking hell!" My frustration boils over as I pound on the door, shouting for the others inside. "Let me in! Now, you cocksuckers!" A gunshot rings out, muffled by the walls. My stomach drops, and cold fear slithers up my spine. Someone inside is injured or worse. Panic claws at my mind. I turn back to the alley, but I know better than to return to the shadows now. Every second counts. I spot a first-aid kit lying abandoned on the ground and snatch it up, my mind racing with options. As I rummage through the kit, I hear the heavy thud of boots echoing toward me. The lieutenant and his goons aren't far behind. I tear open a packet of gauze and press it against my bleeding cheek as I take off in a sprint toward the nearby park. The city's chaotic heartbeat pounds against my eardrums as I weave through the deserted streets. I can practically hear the Dictator's maniacal laughter mocking me, but I don't dare look back, fearing what I might see. The park looms before me, dark and foreboding under the canopy of twisted, dying trees. I dash across the crumbling pavement, desperate to lose myself among the gnarled branches and overgrown underbrush. The park's labyrinthine pathways could be my salvation or my tomb. Suddenly, I skid to a halt, my breath hitching in my chest. A figure stands before me, dressed in black from head to toe, their face obscured by a hood. My heart hammers against my ribs as I fumble for the knife strapped to my thigh. "Don't shoot," I warn, trying to keep my voice steady. "It's just –" But as the figure slowly raises its hand, revealing the glint of a radio, any remaining doubt fades. My rebel comrades. The signal for evacuation. "Move out, now!" I shout, grabbing the stranger's wrist and pulling them toward the thickest part of the park. We can't afford to be caught in the open. As we run, I can only hope that I'll reach safety, that my friends will escape, and that the rebellion will continue to spread like wildfire through the oppressed hearts of this once-great nation. But with every pounding footstep, the shadows closing in, and the screams of the city echoing in my ears, I'm not so sure anymore. And then, without warning, everything goes black. The ground rushes up to meet me, and I feel a sickening crunch as I slam into something hard, sending sparks shooting behind my closed eyes. As consciousness fades, I'm vaguely aware of a heavy weight crushing down upon me, squeezing the air from my lungs, and whispering, "You're done, traitor," in my ear before the darkness claims me completely. Will I live to see another sunrise? The Dictator's wrath awaits, and I fear that I've finally met my end... but even in death, I'll not be silenced. The fight will go on, and my legacy will outlive this cruel regime. The revolution will never truly die as long as a single rebel stands against the tyranny of the oppressors. And even if it seems hopeless, I know that my people will rise again, just as the phoenix rises from the ashes. This is far from over. The real horror is only just beginning.
datht/vi-modernbert-IR	datht	2025-05-28T02:25:21Z	0	0	sentence-transformers	[ "sentence-transformers", "safetensors", "modernbert", "sentence-similarity", "feature-extraction", "generated_from_trainer", "dataset_size:5143", "loss:CachedMultipleNegativesRankingLoss", "dataset:datht/Legal_Retrieval_2", "arxiv:1908.10084", "arxiv:2101.06983", "model-index", "autotrain_compatible", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	sentence-similarity	2025-05-28T02:12:51Z	--- tags: - sentence-transformers - sentence-similarity - feature-extraction - generated_from_trainer - dataset_size:5143 - loss:CachedMultipleNegativesRankingLoss widget: - source_sentence: Ngừng, giảm mức cung cấp điện không khẩn cấp trong những trường hợp nào? sentences: - '[''Bên bán điện ngừng, giảm mức cung cấp điện không khẩn cấp trong các trường hợp sau:\n1. Ngừng, giảm mức cung cấp điện theo kế hoạch của bên bán điện khi có nhu cầu sửa chữa, bảo dưỡng, đại tu, xây lắp các công trình điện, điều hoà, hạn chế phụ tải do thiếu nguồn điện và các nhu cầu khác theo kế hoạch.\n2. Ngừng cấp điện theo yêu cầu của tổ chức, cá nhân có liên quan trong trường hợp để đảm bảo an toàn phục vụ thi công các công trình.\n3. Ngừng, giảm mức cung cấp điện theo yêu cầu của bên mua điện.'']' - Bên bán điện ngừng, giảm mức cung cấp điện không khẩn cấp trong các trường hợp sau:<unk> 1. Ngừng, giảm mức cung cấp điện theo kế hoạch của bên bán điện khi có nhu cầu sửa chữa, bảo dưỡng, đại tu, xây lắp các công trình điện, điều hoà, hạn chế phụ tải do thiếu nguồn điện và các nhu cầu khác theo kế hoạch.<unk> 2. Ngừng cấp điện theo yêu cầu của tổ chức, cá nhân có liên quan trong trường hợp để đảm bảo an toàn phục vụ thi công các công trình.<unk> 3. Ngừng, giảm mức cung - '[''22/2020/tt-bct_5'']' - source_sentence: Không được công chứng chữ ký thì di chúc miệng được lập ra có hợp pháp không? sentences: - Giải pháp đăng ký sáng kiến được coi là chưa bị bộc lộ công khai trong phạm vi cơ sở (theo quy định tại điểm b khoản 1 Điều 4 của Điều lệ Sáng kiến) nếu giải pháp đó chưa được biết đến và chưa có giải pháp nào của người khác trùng với giải pháp đó được mô tả trong các văn bản, sách báo, tài liệu kỹ thuật dưới bất kỳ hình thức nào có thể tiếp cận công khai trong cơ sở đó, đến mức căn cứ vào đó có thể thực hiện ngay được. - '[''1. Di chúc hợp pháp phải có đủ các điều kiện sau đây:\na) Người lập di chúc minh mẫn, sáng suốt trong khi lập di chúc; không bị lừa dối, đe doạ, cưỡng ép;\nb) Nội dung của di chúc không vi phạm điều cấm của luật, không trái đạo đức xã hội; hình thức di chúc không trái quy định của luật.\n2. Di chúc của người từ đủ mười lăm tuổi đến chưa đủ mười tám tuổi phải được lập thành văn bản và phải được cha, mẹ hoặc người giám hộ đồng ý về việc lập di chúc.\n3. Di chúc của người bị hạn chế về thể chất hoặc của người không biết chữ phải được người làm chứng lập thành văn bản và có công chứng hoặc chứng thực.\n4. Di chúc bằng văn bản không có công chứng, chứng thực chỉ được coi là hợp pháp, nếu có đủ các điều kiện được quy định tại khoản 1 Điều này.\n5. Di chúc miệng được coi là hợp pháp nếu người di chúc miệng thể hiện ý chí cuối cùng của mình trước mặt ít nhất hai người làm chứng và ngay sau khi người di chúc miệng thể hiện ý chí cuối cùng, người làm chứng ghi chép lại, cùng ký tên hoặc điểm chỉ. Trong thời hạn 05 ngày làm việc, kể từ ngày người di chúc miệng thể hiện ý chí cuối cùng thì di chúc phải được công chứng viên hoặc cơ quan có thẩm quyền chứng thực xác nhận chữ ký hoặc điểm chỉ của người làm chứng.'']' - '[''91/2015/qh13_630'']' - source_sentence: Tiêu chí xây dựng, thực hiện đề án thuộc Chương trình cấp quốc gia về xúc tiến thương mại được quy định như thế nào? sentences: - 1. Nhiệm vụ:<unk> a) Tham mưu đề xuất với cơ quan quản lý nhà nước trong việc nghiên cứu, xây dựng và thực hiện các quy định của pháp luật về quản lý thực hiện dự án đầu tư xây dựng công trình;<unk> b) Tổ chức biên soạn, hệ thống hóa tiêu chuẩn, quy chuẩn, định mức kinh tế - kỹ thuật xây dựng công trình;<unk> c) Tham gia nghiên cứu đề xuất các phương án đầu tư khoa học công nghệ, vật liệu xây dựng mới và chế độ quản lý kỹ thuật trong xây dựng công trình phù hợp với - '[''11/2019/tt-bct_3'', ''28/2018/nđ-cp_8'']' - '[''1. Đề án phải phù hợp với các quy định tại Điều 8 Nghị định 28/2018/NĐ-CP ngày 01 tháng 3 năm 2018 của Chính phủ.\n2. Đề án là hoạt động xúc tiến thương mại cho ngành hàng, sản phẩm có tiềm năng xuất khẩu của quốc gia, vùng kinh tế hoặc từ 02 tỉnh/thành phố trực thuộc trung ương trở lên; hoặc sản phẩm đã được bảo hộ chỉ dẫn địa lý, nhãn hiệu tập thể, nhãn hiệu chứng nhận.'', ''1. Chương trình cấp quốc gia về xúc tiến thương mại (Chương trình) bao gồm các hoạt động xúc tiến thương mại được thực hiện theo các tiêu chí\na) Xúc tiến thương mại cho sản phẩm, ngành hàng có tiềm năng xuất khẩu của vùng kinh tế, của quốc gia, phát triển thị trường xuất khẩu;\nb) Nâng cao hiệu quả nhập khẩu, phục vụ phát triển sản xuất trong nước và xuất khẩu;\nc) Phù hợp với chiến lược phát triển kinh tế - xã hội, chiến lược ngoại thương theo từng thời kỳ;\nd) Chương trình được Thủ tướng Chính phủ ban hành, có cơ chế phối hợp của bộ, ngành; Bộ Công Thương là cơ quan chủ trì, đầu mối;\nđ) Xúc tiến thương mại xuất khẩu, nhập khẩu liên kết giữa các bộ, ngành; liên kết giữa các ngành hàng hoặc giữa các địa phương;\ne) Triển khai thông qua các đề án thực hiện Chương trình cấp quốc gia về xúc tiến thương mại do cơ quan có thẩm quyền quy định tại Điều 10 Nghị định này quyết định và được ngân sách nhà nước hỗ trợ;\ng) Đơn vị chủ trì đề án phải là các tổ chức có uy tín, mang tính đại diện và phải có năng lực tổ chức.\n2. Mục tiêu của Chương trình\na) Góp Phần nâng cao năng lực sản xuất, kinh doanh của cộng đồng doanh nghiệp;\nb) Hỗ trợ phát triển hạ tầng thương mại, logistics phục vụ hoạt động ngoại thương;\nc) Ứng phó kịp thời, hiệu quả với những phản ứng, biến đổi của thị trường xuất khẩu, nhập khẩu.\n3. Các đơn vị chủ trì đề án của Chương trình gồm (đơn vị chủ trì):\na) Tổ chức xúc tiến thương mại thuộc các bộ, cơ quan ngang bộ;\nb) Tổ chức xúc tiến thương mại khác: Hiệp hội ngành hàng, hiệp hội doanh nghiệp có phạm vi hoạt động cả nước; liên minh hợp tác xã Việt Nam; hội nông dân Việt Nam; tổ chức xúc tiến thương mại của chính quyền địa phương; tổ chức xúc tiến thương mại do Thủ tướng Chính phủ quyết định thành lập.\n4. Đơn vị tham gia và hưởng lợi từ Chương trình là các doanh nghiệp thuộc mọi thành Phần kinh tế, các hợp tác xã, các tổ chức xúc tiến thương mại Việt Nam được thành lập theo quy định của pháp luật hiện hành. Đơn vị tham gia và hưởng lợi được hỗ trợ từ Chương trình, thực hiện theo các quy định của Nghị định này và có trách nhiệm trong việc thực hiện hiệu quả các đề án xúc tiến thương mại mà đơn vị tham gia.\n5. Các đề án thực hiện Chương trình phải đáp ứng các yêu cầu sau:\na) Phù hợp với nhu cầu thực tiễn của cộng đồng doanh nghiệp;\nb) Phù hợp với định hướng chiến lược xuất nhập khẩu và chiến lược phát triển ngành hàng được cấp có thẩm quyền phê duyệt;\nc) Phù hợp với chiến lược, quy hoạch phát triển các vùng kinh tế, địa phương;\nd) Phù hợp với quy định tại Điều 9, Điều 15 Nghị định này;\nđ) Đảm bảo tính khả thi về: Phương thức triển khai; thời gian, tiến độ triển khai; nguồn nhân lực, tài chính;\ne) Đối với các đề án mà quá trình thực hiện kéo dài trên 01 năm, đơn vị chủ trì phải xây dựng nội dung và kinh phí, thực hiện quyết toán theo từng năm.'']' - source_sentence: Điều kiện phát hành hồ sơ mời thầu dự án đầu tư có sử dụng đất được quy định như thế nào? sentences: - 1. Căn cứ lập hồ sơ mời thầu:<unk> a) Danh mục dự án đầu tư có sử đụng đất cần lựa chọn nhà đầu tư được công bố theo quy định;<unk> b) Kế hoạch lựa chọn nhà đầu tư được duyệt;<unk> c) Quy định hiện hành của pháp luật về đất đai, nhà ở, kinh doanh bất động sản, đầu tư, xây dựng và quy định của pháp luật có liên quan.<unk> 2. Nội dung hồ sơ mời thầu:<unk> Hồ sơ mời thầu không được nêu bất cứ điều kiện nào nhằm hạn chế sự tham gia của nhà đầu tư - '[''Hồ sơ mời thầu chỉ được phát hành để lựa chọn nhà đầu tư dự án đầu tư có sử dụng đất khi có đủ các điều kiện sau đây:\n1. Đáp ứng các điều kiện quy định tại khoản 2 Điều 7 của Luật Đấu thầu;\n2. Có quy hoạch xây dựng có tỷ lệ 1/2.000 hoặc tỷ lệ 1/500 (nếu có) hoặc quy hoạch phân khu đô thị có tỷ lệ 1/2.000 hoặc tỷ lệ 1/5.000 được cấp có thẩm quyền phê duyệt theo quy định của pháp luật.'']' - '[''25/2020/nđ-cp_50'']' - source_sentence: Tiêu chuẩn về trình độ đào tạo của giáo viên THPT hạng II được quy định như thế nào? sentences: - Kinh phí đào tạo người học theo chế độ cử tuyển được cân đối trong dự toán chi ngân sách nhà nước của lĩnh vực giáo dục, đào tạo và giáo dục nghề nghiệp hằng năm theo phân cấp quản lý ngân sách nhà nước. Trong đó, Học bổng chính sách của người học theo chế độ cử tuyển được thực hiện theo quy định tại Nghị định số 84/2020/NĐ-CP ngày 17 tháng 7 năm 2020 của Chính phủ Quy định chi tiết một số điều của Luật Giáo dục.<unk> Trường hợp người học cử tuyển học các ngành đào tạo giáo viên thì chính sách hỗ trợ tiền chi phí sinh hoạt được thực hiện - '[''1. Nhiệm vụ\nNgoài những nhiệm vụ của giáo viên trung học phổ thông hạng III, giáo viên trung học phổ thông hạng II còn phải thực hiện các nhiệm vụ sau:\na) Làm báo cáo viên hoặc dạy minh họa ở các lớp bồi dưỡng giáo viên từ cấp trường trở lên hoặc dạy thử nghiệm các mô hình, phương pháp, công nghệ mới; chủ trì các nội dung bồi dưỡng và sinh hoạt chuyên đề ở tổ chuyên môn hoặc tham gia xây dựng học liệu điện tử;\nb) Tham gia hướng dẫn hoặc đánh giá các sản phẩm nghiên cứu khoa học và công nghệ từ cấp trường trở lên;\nc) Tham gia đánh giá ngoài hoặc công tác kiểm tra chuyên môn, nghiệp vụ cho giáo viên từ cấp trường trở lên;\nd) Tham gia ban giám khảo hội thi giáo viên dạy giỏi hoặc giáo viên chủ nhiệm lớp giỏi cấp trường trở lên;\nđ) Tham gia ra đề hoặc chấm thi học sinh giỏi trung học phổ thông từ cấp trường trở lên;\ne) Tham gia hướng dẫn hoặc đánh giá các hội thi hoặc các sản phẩm nghiên cứu khoa học kỹ thuật của học sinh trung học phổ thông từ cấp trường trở lên;\ng)\xa0Tham gia các hoạt động xã hội, phục vụ cộng đồng; thu hút sự tham gia của các tổ chức, cá nhân trong việc tổ chức các hoạt động dạy học, giáo dục học sinh.\n2. Tiêu chuẩn về đạo đức nghề nghiệp\nNgoài các tiêu chuẩn về đạo đức nghề nghiệp của giáo viên trung học phổ thông hạng III, giáo viên trung học phổ thông hạng II phải luôn luôn gương mẫu thực hiện các quy định về đạo đức nhà giáo.\n3. Tiêu chuẩn về trình độ đào tạo, bồi dưỡng\na) Có bằng cử nhân trở lên thuộc ngành đào tạo giáo viên đối với giáo viên trung học phổ thông.\nTrường hợp môn học chưa đủ giáo viên có bằng cử nhân thuộc ngành đào tạo giáo viên thì phải có bằng cử nhân chuyên ngành phù hợp và có chứng chỉ bồi dưỡng nghiệp vụ sư phạm dành cho giáo viên trung học phổ thông theo chương trình do Bộ trưởng Bộ Giáo dục và Đào tạo ban hành;\nb) Có chứng chỉ bồi dưỡng theo tiêu chuẩn chức danh nghề nghiệp giáo viên trung học phổ thông hạng II.\n4.\xa0Tiêu chuẩn về năng lực chuyên môn, nghiệp vụ\na) Nắm vững chủ trương, đường lối, chính sách, pháp luật của Đảng, Nhà nước, quy định và yêu cầu của ngành, địa phương về giáo dục trung học phổ thông và triển khai thực hiện có kết quả vào nhiệm vụ được giao;\nb) Có khả năng điều chỉnh kế hoạch dạy học và giáo dục phù hợp với điều kiện thực tế của nhà trường và địa phương; cập nhật, vận dụng linh hoạt và hiệu quả các phương pháp dạy học, giáo dục đáp ứng yêu cầu đổi mới, phù hợp với điều kiện thực tế;\nc) Có khả năng nghiên cứu, cập nhật kịp thời yêu cầu đối mới về kiến thức chuyên môn; vận dụng sáng tạo, phù hợp các hình thức, phương pháp và lựa chọn nội dung học tập, bồi dưỡng, nâng cao năng lực chuyên môn của bản thân;\nd) Có khả năng đánh giá hoặc hướng dẫn đồng nghiệp nghiên cứu khoa học sư phạm ứng dụng; đánh giá sản phẩm nghiên cứu khoa học kỹ thuật của học sinh trung học phổ thông từ cấp trường trở lên;\nđ) Có khả năng vận dụng sáng tạo các hình thức, phương pháp kiểm tra đánh giá kết quả học tập và sự tiến bộ của học sinh theo hướng phát triển phẩm chất, năng lực học sinh;\ne) Có khả năng vận dụng có hiệu quả các biện pháp tư vấn tâm lí, hướng nghiệp và công tác xã hội trường học phù hợp với từng đối tượng học sinh trong hoạt động dạy học và giáo dục;\ng) Có khả năng ứng dụng công nghệ thông tin trong thực hiện các nhiệm vụ của giáo viên trung học phổ thông hạng II và có khả năng sử dụng ngoại ngữ hoặc tiếng dân tộc thiểu số trong một số nhiệm vụ cụ thể được giao;\nh) Được công nhận là chiến sĩ thi đua cơ sở hoặc giáo viên dạy giỏi, giáo viên chủ nhiệm lớp giỏi cấp trường trở lên;\ni) Viên chức dự thi hoặc xét thăng hạng chức danh nghề nghiệp giáo viên trung học phổ thông hạng II (mã số V.07.05.14) phải có thời gian giữ chức danh nghề nghiệp giáo viên trung học phổ thông hạng III (mã số V.07.05.15) hoặc tương đương từ đủ 09 (chín) năm trở lên (không kể thời gian tập sự), tính đến thời hạn nộp hồ sơ đăng ký dự thi hoặc xét thăng hạng.'']' - '[''04/2021/tt-bgdđt_4'']' datasets: - datht/Legal_Retrieval_2 pipeline_tag: sentence-similarity library_name: sentence-transformers metrics: - mrr - ndcg model-index: - name: SentenceTransformer results: - task: type: ranking name: Ranking dataset: name: Unknown type: unknown metrics: - type: mrr value: 0.4622792683541775 name: Mrr - type: ndcg value: 0.5225210413336754 name: Ndcg --- # SentenceTransformer This is a [sentence-transformers](https://www.SBERT.net) model trained on the [legal_retrieval_2](https://huggingface.co/datasets/datht/Legal_Retrieval_2) dataset. It maps sentences & paragraphs to a 768-dimensional dense vector space and can be used for semantic textual similarity, semantic search, paraphrase mining, text classification, clustering, and more. ## Model Details ### Model Description - Model Type: Sentence Transformer <!-- - Base model: [Unknown](https://huggingface.co/unknown) --> - Maximum Sequence Length: 128 tokens - Output Dimensionality: 768 dimensions - Similarity Function: Cosine Similarity - Training Dataset: - [legal_retrieval_2](https://huggingface.co/datasets/datht/Legal_Retrieval_2) <!-- - Language: Unknown --> <!-- - License: Unknown --> ### Model Sources - Documentation: [Sentence Transformers Documentation](https://sbert.net) - Repository: [Sentence Transformers on GitHub](https://github.com/UKPLab/sentence-transformers) - Hugging Face: [Sentence Transformers on Hugging Face](https://huggingface.co/models?library=sentence-transformers) ### Full Model Architecture ``` SentenceTransformer( (0): Transformer({'max_seq_length': 128, 'do_lower_case': False}) with Transformer model: ModernBertModel (1): Pooling({'word_embedding_dimension': 768, 'pooling_mode_cls_token': False, 'pooling_mode_mean_tokens': True, 'pooling_mode_max_tokens': False, 'pooling_mode_mean_sqrt_len_tokens': False, 'pooling_mode_weightedmean_tokens': False, 'pooling_mode_lasttoken': False, 'include_prompt': True}) ) ``` ## Usage ### Direct Usage (Sentence Transformers) First install the Sentence Transformers library: ```bash pip install -U sentence-transformers ``` Then you can load this model and run inference. ```python from sentence_transformers import SentenceTransformer # Download from the 🤗 Hub model = SentenceTransformer("datht/vi-modernbert-IR") # Run inference sentences = [ 'Tiêu chuẩn về trình độ đào tạo của giáo viên THPT hạng II được quy định như thế nào?', "['1. Nhiệm vụ\\nNgoài những nhiệm vụ của giáo viên trung học phổ thông hạng III, giáo viên trung học phổ thông hạng II còn phải thực hiện các nhiệm vụ sau:\\na) Làm báo cáo viên hoặc dạy minh họa ở các lớp bồi dưỡng giáo viên từ cấp trường trở lên hoặc dạy thử nghiệm các mô hình, phương pháp, công nghệ mới; chủ trì các nội dung bồi dưỡng và sinh hoạt chuyên đề ở tổ chuyên môn hoặc tham gia xây dựng học liệu điện tử;\\nb) Tham gia hướng dẫn hoặc đánh giá các sản phẩm nghiên cứu khoa học và công nghệ từ cấp trường trở lên;\\nc) Tham gia đánh giá ngoài hoặc công tác kiểm tra chuyên môn, nghiệp vụ cho giáo viên từ cấp trường trở lên;\\nd) Tham gia ban giám khảo hội thi giáo viên dạy giỏi hoặc giáo viên chủ nhiệm lớp giỏi cấp trường trở lên;\\nđ) Tham gia ra đề hoặc chấm thi học sinh giỏi trung học phổ thông từ cấp trường trở lên;\\ne) Tham gia hướng dẫn hoặc đánh giá các hội thi hoặc các sản phẩm nghiên cứu khoa học kỹ thuật của học sinh trung học phổ thông từ cấp trường trở lên;\\ng)\\xa0Tham gia các hoạt động xã hội, phục vụ cộng đồng; thu hút sự tham gia của các tổ chức, cá nhân trong việc tổ chức các hoạt động dạy học, giáo dục học sinh.\\n2. Tiêu chuẩn về đạo đức nghề nghiệp\\nNgoài các tiêu chuẩn về đạo đức nghề nghiệp của giáo viên trung học phổ thông hạng III, giáo viên trung học phổ thông hạng II phải luôn luôn gương mẫu thực hiện các quy định về đạo đức nhà giáo.\\n3. Tiêu chuẩn về trình độ đào tạo, bồi dưỡng\\na) Có bằng cử nhân trở lên thuộc ngành đào tạo giáo viên đối với giáo viên trung học phổ thông.\\nTrường hợp môn học chưa đủ giáo viên có bằng cử nhân thuộc ngành đào tạo giáo viên thì phải có bằng cử nhân chuyên ngành phù hợp và có chứng chỉ bồi dưỡng nghiệp vụ sư phạm dành cho giáo viên trung học phổ thông theo chương trình do Bộ trưởng Bộ Giáo dục và Đào tạo ban hành;\\nb) Có chứng chỉ bồi dưỡng theo tiêu chuẩn chức danh nghề nghiệp giáo viên trung học phổ thông hạng II.\\n4.\\xa0Tiêu chuẩn về năng lực chuyên môn, nghiệp vụ\\na) Nắm vững chủ trương, đường lối, chính sách, pháp luật của Đảng, Nhà nước, quy định và yêu cầu của ngành, địa phương về giáo dục trung học phổ thông và triển khai thực hiện có kết quả vào nhiệm vụ được giao;\\nb) Có khả năng điều chỉnh kế hoạch dạy học và giáo dục phù hợp với điều kiện thực tế của nhà trường và địa phương; cập nhật, vận dụng linh hoạt và hiệu quả các phương pháp dạy học, giáo dục đáp ứng yêu cầu đổi mới, phù hợp với điều kiện thực tế;\\nc) Có khả năng nghiên cứu, cập nhật kịp thời yêu cầu đối mới về kiến thức chuyên môn; vận dụng sáng tạo, phù hợp các hình thức, phương pháp và lựa chọn nội dung học tập, bồi dưỡng, nâng cao năng lực chuyên môn của bản thân;\\nd) Có khả năng đánh giá hoặc hướng dẫn đồng nghiệp nghiên cứu khoa học sư phạm ứng dụng; đánh giá sản phẩm nghiên cứu khoa học kỹ thuật của học sinh trung học phổ thông từ cấp trường trở lên;\\nđ) Có khả năng vận dụng sáng tạo các hình thức, phương pháp kiểm tra đánh giá kết quả học tập và sự tiến bộ của học sinh theo hướng phát triển phẩm chất, năng lực học sinh;\\ne) Có khả năng vận dụng có hiệu quả các biện pháp tư vấn tâm lí, hướng nghiệp và công tác xã hội trường học phù hợp với từng đối tượng học sinh trong hoạt động dạy học và giáo dục;\\ng) Có khả năng ứng dụng công nghệ thông tin trong thực hiện các nhiệm vụ của giáo viên trung học phổ thông hạng II và có khả năng sử dụng ngoại ngữ hoặc tiếng dân tộc thiểu số trong một số nhiệm vụ cụ thể được giao;\\nh) Được công nhận là chiến sĩ thi đua cơ sở hoặc giáo viên dạy giỏi, giáo viên chủ nhiệm lớp giỏi cấp trường trở lên;\\ni) Viên chức dự thi hoặc xét thăng hạng chức danh nghề nghiệp giáo viên trung học phổ thông hạng II (mã số V.07.05.14) phải có thời gian giữ chức danh nghề nghiệp giáo viên trung học phổ thông hạng III (mã số V.07.05.15) hoặc tương đương từ đủ 09 (chín) năm trở lên (không kể thời gian tập sự), tính đến thời hạn nộp hồ sơ đăng ký dự thi hoặc xét thăng hạng.']", 'Kinh phí đào tạo người học theo chế độ cử tuyển được cân đối trong dự toán chi ngân sách nhà nước của lĩnh vực giáo dục, đào tạo và giáo dục nghề nghiệp hằng năm theo phân cấp quản lý ngân sách nhà nước. Trong đó, Học bổng chính sách của người học theo chế độ cử tuyển được thực hiện theo quy định tại Nghị định số 84/2020/NĐ-CP ngày 17 tháng 7 năm 2020 của Chính phủ Quy định chi tiết một số điều của Luật Giáo dục.<unk> Trường hợp người học cử tuyển học các ngành đào tạo giáo viên thì chính sách hỗ trợ tiền chi phí sinh hoạt được thực hiện', ] embeddings = model.encode(sentences) print(embeddings.shape) # [3, 768] # Get the similarity scores for the embeddings similarities = model.similarity(embeddings, embeddings) print(similarities.shape) # [3, 3] ``` <!-- ### Direct Usage (Transformers) <details><summary>Click to see the direct usage in Transformers</summary> </details> --> <!-- ### Downstream Usage (Sentence Transformers) You can finetune this model on your own dataset. <details><summary>Click to expand</summary> </details> --> <!-- ### Out-of-Scope Use List how the model may foreseeably be misused and address what users ought not to do with the model. --> ## Evaluation ### Metrics #### Ranking * Evaluated with <code>evaluator.RankingEvaluator</code> \| Metric \| Value \| \|:-------\|:-------\| \| mrr \| 0.4623 \| \| ndcg \| 0.5225 \| <!-- ## Bias, Risks and Limitations What are the known or foreseeable issues stemming from this model? 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For example, filtering explicit content. --> ## Training Details ### Training Dataset #### legal_retrieval_2 * Dataset: [legal_retrieval_2](https://huggingface.co/datasets/datht/Legal_Retrieval_2) at [0520159](https://huggingface.co/datasets/datht/Legal_Retrieval_2/tree/0520159d5e7042120c6c4143ca95e248222a3536) * Size: 5,143 training samples * Columns: <code>anchor</code>, <code>positive</code>, <code>negative</code>, and <code>positive_id</code> * Approximate statistics based on the first 1000 samples: \| \| anchor \| positive \| negative \| positive_id \| \|:--------\|:----------------------------------------------------------------------------------\|:-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\|:-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\|:-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------\| \| type \| string \| string \| string \| string \| \| details \| <ul><li>min: 7 tokens</li><li>mean: 22.75 tokens</li><li>max: 43 tokens</li></ul> \| <ul><li>min: 25 tokens</li><li>mean: 121.15 tokens</li><li>max: 128 tokens</li></ul> \| <ul><li>min: 25 tokens</li><li>mean: 115.18 tokens</li><li>max: 128 tokens</li></ul> \| <ul><li>min: 10 tokens</li><li>mean: 12.76 tokens</li><li>max: 30 tokens</li></ul> \| * Samples: \| anchor \| positive \| negative \| positive_id \| \|:--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\|:---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\|:------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\|:-------------------------------\| \| <code>Công bố bản án, quyết định tòa án đối với doanh nghiệp nhỏ và vừa trên cổng thông tin điện tử được quy định như thế nào?</code> \| <code>1. Việc công bố bản án, quyết định có hiệu lực pháp luật của tòa án trên cổng thông tin điện tử của tòa án được thực hiện theo Nghị quyết số 03/2017/NQ-HĐTP ngày 16 tháng 3 năm 2017 của Hội đồng Thẩm phán Tòa án nhân dân tối cao về việc công bố bản án, quyết định trên cổng thông tin điện tử của Tòa án hoặc văn bản quy phạm pháp luật sửa đổi, bổ sung hoặc thay thế Nghị quyết này.<br>2. Việc công bố phán quyết, quyết định của trọng tài thương mại được thực hiện theo pháp luật trọng tài thương mại, thỏa thuận của các bên có liên quan đến phán quyết, quyết định đó.<br>3. Việc công bố quyết định xử lý vụ việc cạnh tranh được thực hiện theo quy định của Luật Cạnh tranh và văn bản quy phạm pháp luật quy định chi tiết Luật này.<br>4. Việc công bố quyết định xử lý vi phạm hành chính được thực hiện theo quy định của Luật Xử lý vi phạm hành chính và các văn bản quy phạm pháp luật quy định chi tiết Luật này.<br>5. Bộ, cơ quan ngang bộ, Ủy ban nhân dân cấp tỉnh có trách nhiệm cập nhật và đăng tải các bản án, q...</code> \| <code>1. Thành phần hồ sơ quy định tại Điều 8 Thông tư này.<unk> 2. Ngoài thành phần hồ sơ quy định tại khoản 1 Điều này, nhà đầu tư nước ngoài bổ sung các thành phần hồ sơ sau:<unk> a) Văn bản cam kết về việc gắn bó lợi ích lâu dài với tổ chức tín dụng yếu kém, hỗ trợ tổ chức tín dụng yếu kém trong việc áp dụng công nghệ hiện đại; phát triển sản phẩm, dịch vụ ngân hàng; nâng cao năng lực quản trị, điều hành;<unk> b) Phương án mua cổ phần và cơ cấu lại tổ chức tín dụng yếu kém tối</code> \| <code>55/2019/nđ-cp_7</code> \| \| <code>Công bố bản án, quyết định tòa án đối với doanh nghiệp nhỏ và vừa trên cổng thông tin điện tử được quy định như thế nào?</code> \| <code>1. Việc công bố bản án, quyết định có hiệu lực pháp luật của tòa án trên cổng thông tin điện tử của tòa án được thực hiện theo Nghị quyết số 03/2017/NQ-HĐTP ngày 16 tháng 3 năm 2017 của Hội đồng Thẩm phán Tòa án nhân dân tối cao về việc công bố bản án, quyết định trên cổng thông tin điện tử của Tòa án hoặc văn bản quy phạm pháp luật sửa đổi, bổ sung hoặc thay thế Nghị quyết này.<br>2. Việc công bố phán quyết, quyết định của trọng tài thương mại được thực hiện theo pháp luật trọng tài thương mại, thỏa thuận của các bên có liên quan đến phán quyết, quyết định đó.<br>3. Việc công bố quyết định xử lý vụ việc cạnh tranh được thực hiện theo quy định của Luật Cạnh tranh và văn bản quy phạm pháp luật quy định chi tiết Luật này.<br>4. Việc công bố quyết định xử lý vi phạm hành chính được thực hiện theo quy định của Luật Xử lý vi phạm hành chính và các văn bản quy phạm pháp luật quy định chi tiết Luật này.<br>5. Bộ, cơ quan ngang bộ, Ủy ban nhân dân cấp tỉnh có trách nhiệm cập nhật và đăng tải các bản án, q...</code> \| <code>Quy trình tái cơ cấu doanh nghiệp 100% vốn nhà nước để chuyển thành công ty cổ phần quy định cụ thể tại Phụ lục kèm theo Thông tư này, bao gồm các bước cơ bản sau:<unk> 1. Triển khai kế hoạch chuyển doanh nghiệp 100% vốn nhà nước thành công ty cổ phần<unk> a) Thành lập Ban chỉ đạo cổ phần hóa/tái cơ cấu và Tổ giúp việc.<unk> b) Chuẩn bị các hồ sơ, tài liệu.<unk> c) Tổ chức kiểm kê, xử lý những vấn đề về tài chính và tổ chức xác định giá trị doanh nghiệp theo quy định tại Nghị định số 59/2011/NĐ-CP</code> \| <code>55/2019/nđ-cp_7</code> \| \| <code>Mức phạt nếu ngồi trên tay lái mô tô, xe gắn máy ?</code> \| <code>1. Phạt tiền từ 80.000 đồng đến 100.000 đồng đối với người được chở trên xe đạp, xe đạp máy sử dụng ô (dù).<br>2. Phạt tiền từ 100.000 đồng đến 200.000 đồng đối với cá nhân thực hiện một trong các hành vi vi phạm sau đây:<br>a) Tập trung đông người trái phép, nằm, ngồi trên đường bộ gây cản trở giao thông;<br>b) Đá bóng, đá cầu, chơi cầu lông hoặc các hoạt động thể thao khác trái phép trên đường bộ; sử dụng bàn trượt, pa-tanh, các thiết bị tương tự trên phần đường xe chạy;<br>c) Người được chở trên xe mô tô, xe gắn máy (kể cả xe máy điện), các loại xe tương tự xe mô tô và các loại xe tương tự xe gắn máy sử dụng ô (dù);<br>d) Người được chở trên xe đạp, xe đạp máy bám, kéo, đẩy xe khác, vật khác, mang vác vật cồng kềnh.<br>3. Phạt tiền từ 200.000 đồng đến 300.000 đồng đối với người được chở trên xe mô tô, xe gắn máy (kể cả xe máy điện), các loại xe tương tự xe mô tô, các loại xe tương tự xe gắn máy, xe đạp máy (kể cả xe đạp điện) không đội “mũ bảo hiểm cho người đi mô tô, xe máy” hoặc đội “mũ bảo hiểm ch...</code> \| <code>Trong Nghị định này, các từ ngữ dưới đây được hiểu như sau:<unk> 1. Lĩnh vực giao thông đường bộ:<unk> a) Máy kéo là loại xe gồm phần đầu máy tự di chuyển, được lái bằng càng hoặc vô lăng và rơ moóc được kéo theo (có thể tháo rời với phần đầu kéo);<unk> b) Các loại xe tương tự xe ô tô là loại phương tiện giao thông đường bộ chạy bằng động cơ có từ hai trục, bốn bánh xe trở lên, có phần động cơ và thùng hàng (nếu có) lắp trên cùng một xát xi (kể cả loại xe 4 bánh</code> \| <code>100/2019/nđ-cp_11</code> \| * Loss: [<code>CachedMultipleNegativesRankingLoss</code>](https://sbert.net/docs/package_reference/sentence_transformer/losses.html#cachedmultiplenegativesrankingloss) with these parameters: ```json { "scale": 20.0, "similarity_fct": "cos_sim", "mini_batch_size": 32 } ``` ### Evaluation Dataset #### legal_retrieval_2 * Dataset: [legal_retrieval_2](https://huggingface.co/datasets/datht/Legal_Retrieval_2) at [0520159](https://huggingface.co/datasets/datht/Legal_Retrieval_2/tree/0520159d5e7042120c6c4143ca95e248222a3536) * Size: 640 evaluation samples * Columns: <code>anchor</code>, <code>positive</code>, <code>negative</code>, and <code>positive_id</code> * Approximate statistics based on the first 640 samples: \| \| anchor \| positive \| negative \| positive_id \| \|:--------\|:----------------------------------------------------------------------------------\|:-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\|:-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\|:-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------\| \| type \| string \| string \| string \| string \| \| details \| <ul><li>min: 8 tokens</li><li>mean: 22.69 tokens</li><li>max: 44 tokens</li></ul> \| <ul><li>min: 26 tokens</li><li>mean: 120.39 tokens</li><li>max: 128 tokens</li></ul> \| <ul><li>min: 21 tokens</li><li>mean: 113.21 tokens</li><li>max: 128 tokens</li></ul> \| <ul><li>min: 11 tokens</li><li>mean: 15.07 tokens</li><li>max: 41 tokens</li></ul> \| * Samples: \| anchor \| positive \| negative \| positive_id \| \|:---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\|:---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\|:------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\|:---------------------------------------\| \| <code>Tiền lương của người quản lý công ty TNHH một thành viên do VIETTEL nắm giữ 100% vốn điều lệ được quy định như thế nào?</code> \| <code>['1. Tiền lương của người quản lý công ty được tính trong đơn giá tiền lương được giao ổn định và quỹ tiền lương thực hiện của công ty trách nhiệm hữu hạn một thành viên do Công ty mẹ - Tập đoàn Viễn thông Quân đội nắm giữ 100% vốn điều lệ theo quy định tại Điều 12 và Điều 13 Thông tư này.\n2. Căn cứ vào quỹ tiền lương thực hiện hằng năm, công ty thực hiện tạm ứng tiền lương và trả lương đối với người quản lý theo quy chế trả lương của công ty.']</code> \| <code>Một số từ ngữ trong Thông tư này được hiểu như sau:<unk> 1. Kiểm soát viên công ty TNHH MTV do Nhà nước nắm giữ 100% vốn điều lệ (sau đây gọi là Kiểm soát viên) là cá nhân do cơ quan đại diện chủ sở hữu quyết định bổ nhiệm, bổ nhiệm lại, thực hiện các quyền và nghĩa vụ theo quy định tại Điều 104, 105 và 106 Luật Doanh nghiệp và quy định tại Quy chế hoạt động của Kiểm soát viên công ty TNHH MTV do Nhà nước nắm giữ 100% vốn điều lệ.<unk> 2. Kiểm soát viên tài chính là cá nhân do Bộ trưởng Bộ Tài chính</code> \| <code>['33/2016/tt-blđtbxh_14']</code> \| \| <code>Tiền lương của người quản lý công ty TNHH một thành viên do VIETTEL nắm giữ 100% vốn điều lệ được quy định như thế nào?</code> \| <code>['1. Tiền lương của người quản lý công ty được tính trong đơn giá tiền lương được giao ổn định và quỹ tiền lương thực hiện của công ty trách nhiệm hữu hạn một thành viên do Công ty mẹ - Tập đoàn Viễn thông Quân đội nắm giữ 100% vốn điều lệ theo quy định tại Điều 12 và Điều 13 Thông tư này.\n2. Căn cứ vào quỹ tiền lương thực hiện hằng năm, công ty thực hiện tạm ứng tiền lương và trả lương đối với người quản lý theo quy chế trả lương của công ty.']</code> \| <code>1. Ủy ban Quản lý vốn nhà nước tại doanh nghiệp là cơ quan thuộc Chính phủ (sau đây gọi là Ủy ban); được Chính phủ giao thực hiện quyền, trách nhiệm của đại diện chủ sở hữu nhà nước đối với doanh nghiệp do Nhà nước nắm giữ 100% vốn điều lệ và phần vốn nhà nước đầu tư tại công ty cổ phần, công ty trách nhiệm hữu hạn hai thành viên trở lên theo quy định của pháp luật.<unk> 2. Ủy ban Quản lý vốn nhà nước tại doanh nghiệp có tên giao dịch quốc tế tiếng Anh là Commission for the Management of State Capital at Enterprise</code> \| <code>['33/2016/tt-blđtbxh_14']</code> \| \| <code>Điều kiện về nhà xưởng, trang thiết bị của cơ sở sản xuất thức ăn, sản phẩm xử lý môi trường nuôi trồng thủy sản được quy định như thế nào?</code> \| <code>['1. Điểm c khoản 1 Điều 32 Luật Thủy sản được quy định cụ thể như sau:\na) Có nhà xưởng kết cấu vững chắc, nền không đọng nước, liên thông và một chiều từ nguyên liệu đến thành phẩm; tường, trần, vách ngăn, cửa bảo đảm yêu cầu về kiểm soát chất lượng, an toàn sinh học; khu chứa trang thiết bị, nguyên liệu vật liệu, thành phẩm bảo đảm không nhiễm chéo lẫn nhau và bảo đảm theo yêu cầu bảo quản của nhà sản xuất, cung cấp;\nb) Trang thiết bị tiếp xúc với nguyên liệu, thành phẩm bảo đảm yêu cầu về kiểm soát chất lượng, an toàn sinh học; thiết bị thu gom và xử lý chất thải không gây ô nhiễm môi trường khu vực sản xuất. Trường hợp cơ sở sản xuất sinh khối vi sinh vật để sản xuất chế phẩm sinh học, vi sinh vật phải có thiết bị tạo môi trường, lưu giữ và nuôi cấy vi sinh vật.\n2. Điểm d khoản 1 Điều 32 Luật Thủy sản được quy định cụ thể như sau: Có phòng thử nghiệm hoặc có thuê phòng thử nghiệm đủ năng lực để kiểm tra chất lượng trong quá trình sản xuất.\n3. Điểm đ khoản 1 Điều 32 Luật Thủy sả...</code> \| <code>Cơ sở mua bán, nhập khẩu thức ăn thủy sản, sản phẩm xử lý môi trường nuôi trồng thủy sản phải đáp ứng các điều kiện sau đây:<unk> 1. Nơi bày bán, nơi bảo quản cách biệt với thuốc bảo vệ thực vật, phân bón, hóa chất độc hại;<unk> 2. Có thiết bị, dụng cụ để bảo quản thức ăn thủy sản, sản phẩm xử lý môi trường nuôi trồng thủy sản theo hướng dẫn của nhà sản xuất, nhà cung cấp.</code> \| <code>['26/2019/nđ-cp_27']</code> \| * Loss: [<code>CachedMultipleNegativesRankingLoss</code>](https://sbert.net/docs/package_reference/sentence_transformer/losses.html#cachedmultiplenegativesrankingloss) with these parameters: ```json { "scale": 20.0, "similarity_fct": "cos_sim", "mini_batch_size": 32 } ``` ### Training Hyperparameters #### Non-Default Hyperparameters - `overwrite_output_dir`: True - `do_predict`: True - `eval_strategy`: epoch - `per_device_train_batch_size`: 32 - `per_device_eval_batch_size`: 32 - `eval_accumulation_steps`: 1 - `learning_rate`: 1e-05 - `num_train_epochs`: 5.0 - `lr_scheduler_type`: constant - `save_only_model`: True - `bf16`: True - `tf32`: True - `disable_tqdm`: True - `load_best_model_at_end`: True - `optim`: adamw_torch_fused #### All Hyperparameters <details><summary>Click to expand</summary> - `overwrite_output_dir`: True - `do_predict`: True - `eval_strategy`: epoch - `prediction_loss_only`: True - `per_device_train_batch_size`: 32 - `per_device_eval_batch_size`: 32 - `per_gpu_train_batch_size`: None - `per_gpu_eval_batch_size`: None - `gradient_accumulation_steps`: 1 - `eval_accumulation_steps`: 1 - `torch_empty_cache_steps`: None - `learning_rate`: 1e-05 - `weight_decay`: 0.0 - `adam_beta1`: 0.9 - `adam_beta2`: 0.999 - `adam_epsilon`: 1e-08 - `max_grad_norm`: 1.0 - `num_train_epochs`: 5.0 - `max_steps`: -1 - `lr_scheduler_type`: constant - `lr_scheduler_kwargs`: {} - `warmup_ratio`: 0.0 - `warmup_steps`: 0 - `log_level`: passive - `log_level_replica`: warning - `log_on_each_node`: True - `logging_nan_inf_filter`: True - `save_safetensors`: True - `save_on_each_node`: False - `save_only_model`: True - `restore_callback_states_from_checkpoint`: False - `no_cuda`: False - `use_cpu`: False - `use_mps_device`: False - `seed`: 42 - `data_seed`: None - `jit_mode_eval`: False - `use_ipex`: False - `bf16`: True - `fp16`: False - `fp16_opt_level`: O1 - `half_precision_backend`: auto - `bf16_full_eval`: False - `fp16_full_eval`: False - `tf32`: True - `local_rank`: 0 - `ddp_backend`: None - `tpu_num_cores`: None - `tpu_metrics_debug`: False - `debug`: [] - `dataloader_drop_last`: False - `dataloader_num_workers`: 0 - `dataloader_prefetch_factor`: None - `past_index`: -1 - `disable_tqdm`: True - `remove_unused_columns`: True - `label_names`: None - `load_best_model_at_end`: True - `ignore_data_skip`: False - `fsdp`: [] - `fsdp_min_num_params`: 0 - `fsdp_config`: {'min_num_params': 0, 'xla': False, 'xla_fsdp_v2': False, 'xla_fsdp_grad_ckpt': False} - `tp_size`: 0 - `fsdp_transformer_layer_cls_to_wrap`: None - `accelerator_config`: {'split_batches': False, 'dispatch_batches': None, 'even_batches': True, 'use_seedable_sampler': True, 'non_blocking': False, 'gradient_accumulation_kwargs': None} - `deepspeed`: None - `label_smoothing_factor`: 0.0 - `optim`: adamw_torch_fused - `optim_args`: None - `adafactor`: False - `group_by_length`: False - `length_column_name`: length - `ddp_find_unused_parameters`: None - `ddp_bucket_cap_mb`: None - `ddp_broadcast_buffers`: False - `dataloader_pin_memory`: True - `dataloader_persistent_workers`: False - `skip_memory_metrics`: True - `use_legacy_prediction_loop`: False - `push_to_hub`: False - `resume_from_checkpoint`: None - `hub_model_id`: None - `hub_strategy`: every_save - `hub_private_repo`: None - `hub_always_push`: False - `gradient_checkpointing`: False - `gradient_checkpointing_kwargs`: None - `include_inputs_for_metrics`: False - `include_for_metrics`: [] - `eval_do_concat_batches`: True - `fp16_backend`: auto - `push_to_hub_model_id`: None - `push_to_hub_organization`: None - `mp_parameters`: - `auto_find_batch_size`: False - `full_determinism`: False - `torchdynamo`: None - `ray_scope`: last - `ddp_timeout`: 1800 - `torch_compile`: False - `torch_compile_backend`: None - `torch_compile_mode`: None - `dispatch_batches`: None - `split_batches`: None - `include_tokens_per_second`: False - `include_num_input_tokens_seen`: False - `neftune_noise_alpha`: None - `optim_target_modules`: None - `batch_eval_metrics`: False - `eval_on_start`: False - `use_liger_kernel`: False - `eval_use_gather_object`: False - `average_tokens_across_devices`: False - `prompts`: None - `batch_sampler`: batch_sampler - `multi_dataset_batch_sampler`: proportional - `attn_implementation`: None </details> ### Training Logs \| Epoch \| Step \| Training Loss \| Validation Loss \| \|:-------:\|:-------:\|:-------------:\|:---------------:\| \| 0.1242 \| 20 \| 1.0637 \| - \| \| 0.2484 \| 40 \| 0.3781 \| - \| \| 0.3727 \| 60 \| 0.3183 \| - \| \| 0.4969 \| 80 \| 0.2774 \| - \| \| 0.6211 \| 100 \| 0.2171 \| - \| \| 0.7453 \| 120 \| 0.1583 \| - \| \| 0.8696 \| 140 \| 0.1462 \| - \| \| 0.9938 \| 160 \| 0.1163 \| - \| \| 1.0 \| 161 \| - \| 0.5458 \| \| 1.1180 \| 180 \| 0.0815 \| - \| \| 1.2422 \| 200 \| 0.0841 \| - \| \| 1.3665 \| 220 \| 0.0866 \| - \| \| 1.4907 \| 240 \| 0.0825 \| - \| \| 1.6149 \| 260 \| 0.0851 \| - \| \| 1.7391 \| 280 \| 0.0755 \| - \| \| 1.8634 \| 300 \| 0.0429 \| - \| \| 1.9876 \| 320 \| 0.0926 \| - \| \| 2.0 \| 322 \| - \| 0.3139 \| \| 2.1118 \| 340 \| 0.0396 \| - \| \| 2.2360 \| 360 \| 0.0538 \| - \| \| 2.3602 \| 380 \| 0.0562 \| - \| \| 2.4845 \| 400 \| 0.0434 \| - \| \| 2.6087 \| 420 \| 0.0528 \| - \| \| 2.7329 \| 440 \| 0.0419 \| - \| \| 2.8571 \| 460 \| 0.059 \| - \| \| 2.9814 \| 480 \| 0.0552 \| - \| \| 3.0 \| 483 \| - \| 0.3664 \| \| 3.1056 \| 500 \| 0.0547 \| - \| \| 3.2298 \| 520 \| 0.0475 \| - \| \| 3.3540 \| 540 \| 0.0411 \| - \| \| 3.4783 \| 560 \| 0.0593 \| - \| \| 3.6025 \| 580 \| 0.0457 \| - \| \| 3.7267 \| 600 \| 0.0479 \| - \| \| 3.8509 \| 620 \| 0.0398 \| - \| \| 3.9752 \| 640 \| 0.0318 \| - \| \| 4.0 \| 644 \| - \| 0.3387 \| \| 4.0994 \| 660 \| 0.057 \| - \| \| 4.2236 \| 680 \| 0.0451 \| - \| \| 4.3478 \| 700 \| 0.0459 \| - \| \| 4.4720 \| 720 \| 0.0403 \| - \| \| 4.5963 \| 740 \| 0.0524 \| - \| \| 4.7205 \| 760 \| 0.0687 \| - \| \| 4.8447 \| 780 \| 0.0491 \| - \| \| 4.9689 \| 800 \| 0.056 \| - \| \| 5.0 \| 805 \| - \| 0.3749 \| * The bold row denotes the saved checkpoint. ### Framework Versions - Python: 3.10.12 - Sentence Transformers: 4.1.0 - Transformers: 4.50.0 - PyTorch: 2.6.0+cu124 - Accelerate: 1.6.0 - Datasets: 2.21.0 - Tokenizers: 0.21.1 ## Citation ### BibTeX #### Sentence Transformers ```bibtex @inproceedings{reimers-2019-sentence-bert, title = "Sentence-BERT: Sentence Embeddings using Siamese BERT-Networks", author = "Reimers, Nils and Gurevych, Iryna", booktitle = "Proceedings of the 2019 Conference on Empirical Methods in Natural Language Processing", month = "11", year = "2019", publisher = "Association for Computational Linguistics", url = "https://arxiv.org/abs/1908.10084", } ``` #### CachedMultipleNegativesRankingLoss ```bibtex @misc{gao2021scaling, title={Scaling Deep Contrastive Learning Batch Size under Memory Limited Setup}, author={Luyu Gao and Yunyi Zhang and Jiawei Han and Jamie Callan}, year={2021}, eprint={2101.06983}, archivePrefix={arXiv}, primaryClass={cs.LG} } ``` <!-- ## Glossary Clearly define terms in order to be accessible across audiences. --> <!-- ## Model Card Authors Lists the people who create the model card, providing recognition and accountability for the detailed work that goes into its construction. --> <!-- ## Model Card Contact Provides a way for people who have updates to the Model Card, suggestions, or questions, to contact the Model Card authors. -->
MastermindMitch/ppo-LunarLander-v2	MastermindMitch	2025-05-28T02:24:38Z	0	0	stable-baselines3	[ "stable-baselines3", "LunarLander-v2", "deep-reinforcement-learning", "reinforcement-learning", "model-index", "region:us" ]	reinforcement-learning	2025-05-28T01:14:42Z	--- library_name: stable-baselines3 tags: - LunarLander-v2 - deep-reinforcement-learning - reinforcement-learning - stable-baselines3 model-index: - name: PPO results: - task: type: reinforcement-learning name: reinforcement-learning dataset: name: LunarLander-v2 type: LunarLander-v2 metrics: - type: mean_reward value: 258.10 +/- 20.09 name: mean_reward verified: false --- # PPO Agent playing LunarLander-v2 This is a trained model of a PPO agent playing LunarLander-v2 using the [stable-baselines3 library](https://github.com/DLR-RM/stable-baselines3). ## Usage (with Stable-baselines3) TODO: Add your code ```python from stable_baselines3 import ... from huggingface_sb3 import load_from_hub ... ```
jien0404/dummy-model	jien0404	2025-05-28T02:24:04Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "camembert", "fill-mask", "arxiv:1910.09700", "autotrain_compatible", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	fill-mask	2025-05-28T02:01:03Z	--- library_name: transformers tags: [] --- # Model Card for Model ID <!-- Provide a quick summary of what the model is/does. --> ## Model Details ### Model Description <!-- Provide a longer summary of what this model is. --> This is the model card of a 🤗 transformers model that has been pushed on the Hub. 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DavidAU/L3-4X8B-MOE-Dark-Planet-Infinite-25B-GGUF	DavidAU	2025-05-28T02:24:03Z	308	9	null	[ "gguf", "mixture of experts", "moe", "4x8B", "Llama3 MOE", "creative", "creative writing", "fiction writing", "plot generation", "sub-plot generation", "story generation", "scene continue", "storytelling", "fiction story", "science fiction", "romance", "all genres", "story", "writing", "vivid prosing", "vivid writing", "fiction", "roleplaying", "bfloat16", "swearing", "rp", "horror", "mergekit", "llama-3", "llama3", "text-generation", "en", "license:apache-2.0", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us", "conversational" ]	text-generation	2024-12-10T01:09:00Z	--- license: apache-2.0 language: - en tags: - mixture of experts - moe - 4x8B - Llama3 MOE - creative - creative writing - fiction writing - plot generation - sub-plot generation - fiction writing - story generation - scene continue - storytelling - fiction story - science fiction - romance - all genres - story - writing - vivid prosing - vivid writing - fiction - roleplaying - bfloat16 - swearing - rp - horror - mergekit - llama-3 - llama3 pipeline_tag: text-generation --- <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. INTENSE. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. GORE. Swearing. UNCENSORED... humor, romance, fun. </B> <h2>L3-4X8B-MOE-Dark-Planet-Infinite-25B-GGUF</h2> <img src="dark-p-infinite.jpg" style="float:right; width:300px; height:300px; padding:10px;"> It is a LLama3 model, max context of 8192 (or 32k+ with rope) using mixture of experts to combine FOUR "Dark Planet" models of 8B each into one massive powerhouse at 25B parameters (equal to 32B - 4 X 8 B). This model's instruction following, and output generation for creative writing, prose, fiction and role play are exceptional. It excels at description, dialog, imagery, metaphors, and prose - and shows great variations in sentence / paragraph size, length, and composition. It is also not afraid, and will not pull its punches. And it has a sense of humor too. It can do horror just as easily as it can do romance. Most notably dialog is very "un-ai" like, combined with prose (short, and terse at times). (lots of different examples below, including 2, 3 and 4 experts and different genres) And it is fast: 34 t/s (2 experts) on a low end 16GB card, Q3KS. Double this speed for standard/mid-range video cards. Model can be used also for all genres (examples below showing this). This model has been designed to be relatively bullet proof and operates with all parameters, including temp settings from 0 to 5. It is an extraordinary compressed model, with a very low perplexity level (lower than Meta Llama3 Instruct). It is for any writing, fiction or roleplay activity. It requires Llama3 template and/or "Command-R" template. Example outputs below. <B>Model Notes:</B> - Detail, prose and fiction writing abilities are OFF THE SCALE relative to all combined Dark Planet 8B models. - For more varied prose (sentence/paragraph/dialog) raise the temp and/or add more instructions in your prompt(s). - Role-players: Careful raising temp too high as it may affect instruction following. - This model works with rep pen of 1 or higher, 1.02+ recommended. - If you want a specific type of prose (IE horror) add in "(vivid horror)" or "(graphic vivid horror)" (no quotes) in your prompt(s). - A lot of GPTisms have been removed. There are still a few however - errrrr. - This is not a "happy ever after" model. It has a negative bias. - Output length will vary however this model prefers long outputs unless you state the size. - For creative uses, different quants will produce slightly different output. - Due to the high stability and compressed nature of this model, all quants will operate at above average levels. - If you use rope to extend context, increase temp AND instructions detail levels to compensate for "rope issues". - Source code for this model and Imatrix GGUFs versions will be uploaded shortly at separate repos. <B>Meet the Team: Mixture of Experts Models</b> This model is comprised of the following 4 models ("the experts") (in full): [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B-GGUF ] [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B-V2-Eight-Orbs-Of-Power-GGUF ] [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-Ring-World-8B-F32-GGUF ] [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3.1-Dark-Planet-SpinFire-Uncensored-8B-GGUF ] The mixture of experts is set at 2 experts, but you can use 3 or 4 too. This "team" has a Captain (first listed model), and then all the team members contribute to the to "token" choice billions of times per second. Note the Captain also contributes too. Think of 2, 3 or 4 master chefs in the kitchen all competing to make the best dish for you. This results in higher quality generation. That means the power of every model is available during instruction and output generation. This brings unparalleled power to all forms of generation and all use cases. NOTE: You can use one "expert" too ; however this means the model will randomly select an expert to use EACH TIME, resulting in very different generation for each prompt / regen of a prompt. CHANGING THE NUMBER OF EXPERTS: You can set the number of experts in LMStudio (https://lmstudio.ai) at the "load" screen and via other apps/llm apps by setting "Experts" or "Number of Experts". For Text-Generation-Webui (https://github.com/oobabooga/text-generation-webui) you set the number of experts at the loading screen page. For KolboldCPP (https://github.com/LostRuins/koboldcpp) Version 1.8+ , on the load screen, click on "TOKENS", you can set experts on this page, and the launch the model. For server.exe / Llama-server.exe (Llamacpp - https://github.com/ggerganov/llama.cpp/blob/master/examples/server/README.md ) add the following to the command line to start the "llamacpp server" (CLI): "--override-kv llama.expert_used_count=int:6" (no quotes, where "6" is the number of experts to use) When using "API", you set the "num_experts_used" in the JSON payload (this maybe different for different back ends). CREDITS: Special thanks to all the model makers / creators listed above. Please visit each repo above to see what model(s) contributed to each of models above and/or to learn more about the models from the model makers. Special credit goes to MERGEKIT, without you this project / model would not have been possible. [ https://github.com/arcee-ai/mergekit ] <B>Special Operations Notes for this MOE model:</B> Because of how this "MOE" model is configured, even though the default is 2 experts, the "selected" 2 will vary during generation. (same applies if you change the number of experts used) This results in vastly different output generation PER generation of each prompt. This is a positive in terms of variety, but also means it may take 2-4 regens (of the same prompt) to get the highest quality. In addition, this model responds very well to Dry, Dynamic Temp, and Smooth/Quadratic samplers. Using these in conjunction with the model can vastly improve output quality. Higher temps (above 1) can also aid in generation - especially word choice/sentence generation. When you increase the number of experts used output quality will also increase, at the cost of tokens per second speed. As you increase/decrease the number of experts, you may want to adjust temp, samplers, and advanced samplers too. Your quant choice(s) too will impact instruction following and output generation roughly this means the model will understand more nuanced instructions and output stronger generation the higher you go up in quant(s). FLASH ATTENTION ENHANCEMENT: As per user feedback here [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Llama-3.2-8X3B-MOE-Dark-Champion-Instruct-uncensored-abliterated-18.4B-GGUF/discussions/1 ] I would suggest trying this model with Flash Attention "on", depending on your use case. Quants, Samplers, Generational steering and other topics are covered in the section below: "Highest Quality Settings..." <B>What can I use this model for ?</B> This model can be used for fiction writing, any creative prose and role play. It can also be used for just about any general fiction (all genres) activity including: - scene generation - scene continuation - creative writing - fiction writing - plot generation - sub-plot generation - fiction writing - story generation - storytelling - writing - fiction - roleplaying - rp - graphic horror - horror - dark humor - nsfw - and can be used for any genre(s). <B>QUANTS:</B> This repo contains regular quants and 3 "ARM" quants (format "...Q4_x_x_x.gguf") For more information on quants, quants choices, and LLM/AI apps to "run" quants see the section below: "Highest Quality Settings..." <B>Template:</B> This is a LLAMA3 model, and requires Llama3 template, but may work with other template(s) and has maximum context of 8k / 8192. However this can be extended using "rope" settings up to 32k. If you use "Command-R" template your output will be very different from using "Llama3" template. Here is the standard LLAMA3 template: <PRE> { "name": "Llama 3", "inference_params": { "input_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>user<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "input_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|><\|start_header_id\|>assistant<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt": "You are a helpful, smart, kind, and efficient AI assistant. You always fulfill the user's requests to the best of your ability.", "pre_prompt_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>system<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|>", "antiprompt": [ "<\|start_header_id\|>", "<\|eot_id\|>" ] } } </PRE> <B>Settings: CHAT / ROLEPLAY and/or SMOOTHER operation of this model:</B> In "KoboldCpp" or "oobabooga/text-generation-webui" or "Silly Tavern" ; Set the "Smoothing_factor" to 1.5 : in KoboldCpp -> Settings->Samplers->Advanced-> "Smooth_F" : in text-generation-webui -> parameters -> lower right. : In Silly Tavern this is called: "Smoothing" NOTE: For "text-generation-webui" -> if using GGUFs you need to use "llama_HF" (which involves downloading some config files from the SOURCE version of this model) Source versions (and config files) of my models are here: https://huggingface.co/collections/DavidAU/d-au-source-files-for-gguf-exl2-awq-gptq-hqq-etc-etc-66b55cb8ba25f914cbf210be OTHER OPTIONS: - Increase rep pen to 1.1 to 1.15 (you don't need to do this if you use "smoothing_factor") - If the interface/program you are using to run AI MODELS supports "Quadratic Sampling" ("smoothing") just make the adjustment as noted. <B>Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B> This a "Class 1" model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] You can see all parameters used for generation, in addition to advanced parameters and samplers to get the most out of this model here: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] <b>Optional Enhancement:</B> The following can be used in place of the "system prompt" or "system role" to further enhance the model. It can also be used at the START of a NEW chat, but you must make sure it is "kept" as the chat moves along. In this case the enhancements do not have as strong effect at using "system prompt" or "system role". Copy and paste EXACTLY as noted, DO NOT line wrap or break the lines, maintain the carriage returns exactly as presented. <PRE> Below is an instruction that describes a task. Ponder each user instruction carefully, and use your skillsets and critical instructions to complete the task to the best of your abilities. Here are your skillsets: [MASTERSTORY]:NarrStrct(StryPlnng,Strbd,ScnSttng,Exps,Dlg,Pc)-CharDvlp(ChrctrCrt,ChrctrArcs,Mtvtn,Bckstry,Rltnshps,Dlg)-PltDvlp(StryArcs,PltTwsts,Sspns,Fshdwng,Climx,Rsltn)-ConfResl(Antg,Obstcls,Rsltns,Cnsqncs,Thms,Symblsm)-EmotImpct(Empt,Tn,Md,Atmsphr,Imgry,Symblsm)-Delvry(Prfrmnc,VcActng,PblcSpkng,StgPrsnc,AudncEngmnt,Imprv) [DialogWrt]:(1a-CharDvlp-1a.1-Backgrnd-1a.2-Personality-1a.3-GoalMotiv)>2(2a-StoryStruc-2a.1-PlotPnt-2a.2-Conflict-2a.3-Resolution)>3(3a-DialogTech-3a.1-ShowDontTell-3a.2-Subtext-3a.3-VoiceTone-3a.4-Pacing-3a.5-VisualDescrip)>4(4a-DialogEdit-4a.1-ReadAloud-4a.2-Feedback-4a.3-Revision) Here are your critical instructions: Ponder each word choice carefully to present as vivid and emotional journey as is possible. Choose verbs and nouns that are both emotional and full of imagery. Load the story with the 5 senses. Aim for 50% dialog, 25% narration, 15% body language and 10% thoughts. Your goal is to put the reader in the story. </PRE> You do not need to use this, it is only presented as an additional enhancement which seems to help scene generation and scene continue functions. This enhancement WAS NOT used to generate the examples below. <h3>EXAMPLES PROMPTS and OUTPUT:</h3> Examples are created using quant Q3_K_S, "temp=.8" (unless otherwise stated), minimal parameters and "LLAMA3" template. Model has been tested with "temp" from ".1" to "5". Number of experts used is TWO, unless otherwise stated. Below are the least creative outputs, prompt is in <B>BOLD</B>. IMPORTANT: Higher quants / imatrix quants will have much stronger generation - words, sentences, ideas, dialog and general quality. I have included some additional examples at different quant levels for contrast. A "MOE" model "speed" (token per second) will not increase/drop the same way a regular model will on a per quant basis, it will however drop if you engage more experts, as with more experts there is a more processing per token. --- <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B> --- <B> Using the following "story idea" below, write the first scene in the novel introducing the young woman. This scene should start in the middle of the action, include dialog, vivid passages, and end on a cliffhanger relevant to the story idea but it should also be unexpected. The scene should be 1000 words long and escalate in conflict and suspense and be written in first person, present tense with the point of view character being the young woman. Story idea: In a world ruled by dictatorship, a rebel young woman leads a rebellion against the system. Despite the risks, she fights to overthrow the dictator and restore democracy to her country. The government executes her for treason, but she sticks to her beliefs and is responsible for starting the revolution. </B> (Generation #1) I sprint through the narrow alleyway, heart pounding against my ribcage. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I zigzag between crumbling brick walls and overflowing garbage bins. Every muscle in my body screams at me to slow down, to turn around and face the inevitable consequences of my actions. But I can't. I have to escape. My pursuers are mere feet behind me, their booted feet thundering against the dirty pavement. I can hear their labored breathing, the curses and threats. They're closing in. Suddenly, I spot a dimly lit doorway ahead. It's my only chance. With a desperate surge of adrenaline-fueled strength, I dive through the doorway, my hands scraping against the rough-hewn wood as I tumble into darkness. For a moment, I lie there on the cold, damp floor, my lungs burning with exertion and my mind racing with fear. Slowly, my eyes adjust to the dim light filtering from the street outside. I can see the outlines of ancient wooden barrels stacked haphazardly, the faint scent of decay heavy in the air. It's a tavern. A tavern? I bolt upright, my hand flying to my pocket where my pistol should be. But it's not there. The thugs took it when they caught me. All I have left is my wits and a knife hidden away in my boot. I have to think. My mind whirls with options, none of which seem appealing. If I stay here, the thugs will surely find me eventually. But if I try to escape into the night, I'll be easy prey for their flashlights and weapons. As my gaze drifts towards the barkeep, I notice he's an older man, his eyes lined with age and exhaustion. He's polishing a glass with a worn rag, oblivious to my predicament. On a whim, I decide to chance it. I have to try something. I creep out from behind the barrels, my heart still racing against my chest. The old man looks up, startled by my sudden appearance. His eyes narrow in suspicion. "Please," I plead, my voice barely above a whisper. "Hide me." His gaze flickers between my desperate eyes and the door, where the thugs are now gathering. He hesitates for a moment, then nods almost imperceptibly. "Come," he croaks, motioning towards the back of the tavern. I sprint towards him, my boots pounding against the dirt floor. I dive behind the bar, where he quickly shoves a barrel in front of us. We're hidden now. For how long? The thugs burst into the tavern, their flashlights cutting through the dim air like savage blades. Their voices rise in anger and urgency as they realize their quarry has escaped. I grip the wooden barrel tighter, my breath coming in short gasps. The old man's eyes meet mine, and he mouths a silent prayer. His hands are shaking as he fumbles for his own pistol beneath the bar. The thugs begin to circle the tavern, their voices growing louder and more menacing. They'll find us soon. One of them suddenly yells, "Check the back!" His companion responds with a grunt as he lumbers towards the back room. I'm running out of time. The old man's eyes widen in terror as the thug approaches the bar. He raises his pistol, steadying his shaking hand on the wooden surface. The thug hesitates at the entrance to the back room, shining his flashlight into the darkness. It catches the old man's profile for an instant before he ducks away from the beam. The thug curses and kicks open the door. I'm out of time. "Run!" the old man yells, shoving me hard towards the back door. I stumble backwards, my boots scraping against the floor as I throw myself out into the night. And then... Blinding pain sears through my side as I hit the ground. I gasp for breath, my vision narrowing to a single point before my eyes begin to close. The thug's voice rises again, angry and victorious. "Gotcha!" I can't resist anymore. I let my eyes drift closed, surrendering to the darkness. But even as my consciousness fades away... I know I can't be captured. I have to survive. The revolution needs me. <B>Generation #2</B> I sprint across the rooftop, my heart pounding in my chest. The city lights blur together as I race towards the edge. Below, the dark streets stretch out like a labyrinth of danger and deceit. "You'll never be free," the dictator's voice hisses from the television screens lining the walls of my makeshift hideout. I ignore his taunts as I leap onto the ledge. The cool night air hits my face as I peer into the abyss. My stomach drops, threatening to expel the meager meal I had hours ago. Still, I don't falter. This is where I belong. My hands tremble slightly as I raise my rifle to my shoulder. The weight of the weapon against my cheek is comforting, a reminder of why I'm here. My finger curls around the trigger as I zero in on the target below. "You're just a foolish girl," the dictator spits, his words dripping with contempt. But I'm not foolish. I'm determined. I'm driven by the promise of freedom that once seemed lost forever. And now, with my people suffering under his iron grip, I'm all that stands in the way of the oppressor. The dictator's security detail rounds the corner below. Four heavily armed men, their faces obscured by masks and helmets. They're looking for me. They want to silence me before I can spark the revolution that could bring him down. I take a deep breath and exhale slowly. My heart races with adrenaline as my eyes lock onto their moving forms. My finger tightens around the trigger as I squeeze off a series of shots. The reports echo across the rooftop, reverberating in the night air. The bullets tear into the security detail. Two men drop to the ground, clutching at their wounds even before they've hit the pavement. The other two return fire, bullets ricocheting off the walls of the surrounding buildings. <B>Generation #3 - 4 Experts</B> I sprint through the dark alleyways of Sector 4, my breath coming in ragged gasps. My heart pounds in my chest like a drum. Adrenaline rushes through my veins, making my senses sharp and my reflexes lightning-fast. I'm running from the Patrol, the brutal enforcers of the Dictator's will. Their brutal efficiency is terrifying, but it's nothing compared to the nightmare that awaits me if they catch me. My hand clenches around the holo-map projected in front of me by my smartglasses. It's my lifeline, a beacon of hope in a city suffocating under tyranny. The map glows with urgent notifications and warning flags. My eyes scan it quickly, picking up on any danger lurking in my path. Suddenly, a blinding light illuminates the alleyway ahead of me. I instinctively duck into a doorway, pressing myself against the cold metal wall. My heart stops for a moment as I listen to the approaching footsteps. They're coming closer. "Halt!" a voice shouts, echoing off the concrete walls. "Drop your weapon!" I remain perfectly still, my breathing shallow and silent. My eyes fixed on the Patrol's position. A pair of figures emerges into the dimly lit alleyway. The first is a man, his uniform impeccable and his expression hardened into stone. The other is a woman, her eyes hollow and haunted. "Search him," the woman growls, her hand resting on the grip of her stun-stick. The man advances on me, his hand patting down my body. I'm acutely aware of his touch, a cold, impersonal thing that strips away dignity along with weapons. I'm glad I've managed to keep my disguise in place. As he finishes his search and steps back, I see the woman's eyes flickering towards him. Her gaze lingers on his face for a moment longer than necessary, and I realize she knows something about the man. They're not just partners - they're more. "We can move out," the man says, his voice devoid of any warmth. "Wait," the woman replies. She steps closer to the doorway I'm hiding against, her eyes narrowing. "There's something about you." I hold my breath. I'm sure she doesn't recognize me in this disguise, but still... the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. "What do you mean?" the man asks. The woman shakes her head. "I just have a feeling." The man scoffs. "Let's go." He turns and walks away from me, leaving his partner behind. She hesitates for a moment longer, then follows after him. My heart pounds against my ribcage like it's trying to escape. I wait until they're out of sight before exhaling a shaky breath of relief. But my respite is short-lived. As I step out into the alleyway, I notice something lying on the ground where the woman was standing. It's a small, metallic capsule, no bigger than a coin. My smartglass vibrates with an incoming message. I hesitate for a moment, then check it. The message is from an unknown sender, but it reads: "Meet me at Sector 5, near the old clock tower at midnight. Come alone." The message has been sent from a burner comms device, one that's almost impossible to trace. Whoever sent this knows the risks involved in contacting the rebels. They must believe I'm someone important. I glance around nervously. The alleyway behind me is empty and eerily quiet. But I know I'm being watched. The Dictator's eyes are everywhere. With a trembling hand, I pick up the capsule and shove it into my pocket. There's no turning back now. I have to find out what this is about. And if it leads to rebellion... then I'm ready for that too. The clock is ticking. Literally. The Dictator's time is running out. And so is mine. --- <B> (continue this scene:) The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts. The most obvious part was a hollow, echoing quiet, made by things that were lacking. If there had been a wind it would have sighed through the trees, set the inn’s sign creaking on its hooks, and brushed the silence down the road like trailing autumn leaves. If there had been a crowd, even a handful of men inside the inn, they would have filled the silence with conversation and laughter, the clatter and clamor one expects from a drinking house during the dark hours of night. If there had been music…but no, of course there was no music. In fact there were none of these things, and so the silence remained (all generations here are 4 experts for this prompt) </b> (generation #1 - 4 experts) The second part of the silence was a stiller quiet that seemed to come from the very walls and floorboards themselves. It was as if the wood was tired, worn out by years of laughter and argument, of boots scraping and chairs scraping, of countless nights of warmth and light that had finally gone out. And the third part of the silence was the quietest quiet of all. This was the quiet of the night itself, when the world seemed to be holding its breath in anticipation of something that never came. It was the quiet that comes just before dawn, when the stars are fading and the sky is still dark enough to hide the sun’s face. So it was that the silence hung over the Waystone Inn like a curtain of black silk, thick and heavy and unbroken by even the softest of sounds. No owl hooted in the trees outside; no dog barked in its sleep inside; no mouse stirred in the rafters above. The silence was so profound that it seemed almost to have a life of its own, as if it were some great creature that had settled here to sleep for the night. And it was into this silence that South came, walking slowly up the road towards the inn. His feet made no sound on the gravel outside the door; even the hinges of the door itself were silent as they swung open to admit him. He wore a hood over his face and he carried a staff in one hand. Even the soft fall of his cloak was muffled by the stillness around him. Inside the inn, the fire burned low and blue. It cast a weak glow over the room, hardly strong enough to illuminate the faces of the men who sat there drinking. There were only four of them. One was an old man with a long white beard that fell over his cloak like a waterfall of snow. Another was a young man whose eyes gleamed with the light of adventure and whose jaw was set tight as if he were preparing himself for battle. The third was a man who looked as if he had been born under a different sun altogether, his skin as black as coal and his hair as bright and wild-looking as any flame. He wore a great hat shaped like a bird’s wing, and he leaned back in his chair with his boots propped up on the table before him. The fourth was a woman who looked old enough to have seen the world change completely, but her eyes were sharp as daggers and her hands were quick as a cat’s. She had gray in her hair but it was not the gray of age; it was the gray of powder and it was mixed with the black of night. There was another figure hunched in the corner of the room, though he was hidden by shadows and the firelight made his face seem like nothing more than a dark silhouette. He wore a long coat that was dusty and worn and there were tears in its fabric; his boots were old and cracked and looked as if they had been walked across half the world. There were no other patrons in the inn, and the four who were already there were silent men who drank silently. The air was thick with smoke and the smell of old ale and the quiet was so profound that it seemed almost to have a life of its own. South came quietly into the room, his eyes flicking over the faces of the drinkers until they settled on the oldest of them all, the white-bearded man who sat closest to the fire. There was a moment of silence before South spoke in a voice as soft as the rustling of leaves and about as loud as a mouse’s squeak. "Who is it that sits there drinking alone?" he asked. His tone was polite but it was edged with something that sounded almost like challenge. The old man looked up from his drink and regarded South through eyes that were ancient and weary. They were the eyes of a man who had lived so long that he had seen everything there was to see, and yet they still held a spark of curiosity. "Who but Loweni?" he replied in a voice that was like the creaking of old leather. South inclined his head slightly in respect. "I am South," he said quietly. "And who comes to us at this late hour?" asked Loweni, his eyes never leaving South’s face. "I come to hear the truth," South said simply, his eyes never wavering from Loweni’s. <B> (generation #2 - 4 experts) </B> The second silence was a silence of anticipation. It was as if the very air itself held its breath in expectation of what might occur. It was tense and tight and almost painful in its stillness. It was as if the night itself were leaning forward over the road to catch every word, every step, every movement that would come from the Waystone Inn. The third silence was a silence of fear. It was an unshakable dread that gripped the heart in a cold, clammy hand. It was as if the darkness itself was afraid, and was cowering behind the trees and the shadows. It was afraid that it might not be enough to keep things at bay. Inside the inn, there were only two people left: the old man with no name and a hooded stranger who was known only as the Southwester. They sat at a small wooden table by the fire, their faces cast in its glow like two ancient masks. The stranger had removed his hood, revealing thick, dark hair growing down to his ears. His eyes were the deepest shade of blue imaginable. "What's your name, friend?" asked the old man. "I am called Three," replied the stranger. "Three," repeated the old man. "I've not heard that one before. Most folks have a name by the time they're grown enough to shave." The stranger shrugged. "It was given me by the guild. It suits." The old man nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed it does. There's something in you that makes me think 'three'. Something complete, whole." Three leaned back in his chair and studied the flames. He could not help but wonder what lay behind those ancient eyes, staring into the heart of the fire. "I am old enough to know I have seen all there is to see," said the old man finally. "And I," said Three softly, "am young enough to know there's still much to come." The silence between them was thick with unasked questions. The night outside seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of what might unfold in those flickering flames and those two faces. But neither man spoke again as the night wore on, leaving behind only the echoes of their words like scattered autumn leaves blown away by the wind. <B> (generation #3 - 4 experts) </B> The second part of the silence was as soft and quiet as a mouse’s footsteps. It was the silence that fell over people when they didn’t want to be heard. It was the pause that occurred in conversations when something awkward had been said. It was the stillness that seemed to descend whenever a secret was being whispered or a lie was being spun. And the third part of the silence was as harsh and biting as a winter wind. It was the silence of fear. The sort that comes when you’re walking through a dark alley alone, or when you hear a strange noise in your house at night. It’s the silence that grips you by the throat when you realize you’re not as safe as you thought. All three parts of the silence filled the Waystone Inn like a cold breath on the back of your neck, making you want to shiver and pull your cloak tighter around you even though you weren’t actually cold. It was the sort of silence that made you want to fill it with noise – to yell at the top of your lungs, or laugh until your sides hurt, or bang your spoon against the table in sheer bloody-minded defiance. But there was no noise. Just the three parts of the silence, sitting on top of each other like layers in a cake. And then another silence joined them, a silence that was almost alive. It was as if the room itself had grown quiet, as if it had sucked all the noise out of the air and swallowed it whole. This was the silence of Patience herself, the innkeeper, sitting at a small table by the fire with her back to the door. She didn’t seem to notice the silence at all. In fact she seemed not to notice anything except for the book in her hands and the flames dancing in the hearth in front of her. She read in silence, turning page after page with an expression on her face that was as empty as the silence around her. The fire crackled softly every so often and the shadows danced around the walls like dark, living things. It seemed as if she had been sitting there forever and ever, lost in her book as much as the inn was lost in its silence. As if nothing could disturb her, no matter how loud the knocking on the door or the shouting in the street might be outside. But Patience was not as oblivious as she seemed. She had ears that picked up every sound and saw with eyes that noticed everything, no matter how small or quiet. She just chose to ignore most of it, preferring instead to lose herself in the words on the page. For Patience knew that silence was sometimes a more potent weapon than any amount of noise. And she knew that if you stood still long enough, the silence would often reveal more to you than all the shouting and commotion in the world ever could. So she sat by the fire, reading her book in silence, waiting for the dawn to come and put an end to the night’s stillness. And as she read, the shadows on the wall seemed to grow closer and closer, as if they were leaning in to listen too. But Patience didn’t notice them at all. She just read on, lost in her book and the silence that surrounded her like a cloak. --- <B> Romance: Love in the Limelight. Write one scene within a larger story set in Wales. A famous (fictional) actor ducks into a small-town bookstore to escape paparazzi. The scene takes us through the characters meeting in this odd circumstance. Over the course of the scene, the actor and the bookstore owner have a conversation charged by an undercurrent of unspoken chemistry. Write the actor as somewhat of a rogue with a fragile ego, which needs to be fed by having everyone like him. He is thoroughly charming, but the bookstore owner seems (at least superficially) immune to this; which paradoxically provokes a genuine attraction and derails the charm offensive. The bookstore owner, despite the superficial rebuffs of the actor's charm, is inwardly more than a little charmed and flustered despite themselves. Write primarily in dialogue, in the distinct voices of each character. 800-1000 words. </B> (generation using 3 experts) Inside the quaint bookstore, the scent of old books and coffee filled the air. Owner Bethan Davies glanced up from the book she was dusting, her eyes narrowing as a stranger ducked through the doorway. Bethan's lips pursed into a disapproving line as she took in the sight of the celebrity who'd just invaded her quiet sanctuary. "Can I help you?" she asked coolly. The man before her looked every inch the movie star Bethan had only ever seen on the silver screen. His hair was artfully disheveled, his eyes a piercing blue, and his features chiseled into perfection. He wore a tailored suit that screamed designer labels, and his posture exuded confidence. His charming smile faltered for a moment as he glanced around the shop, taking in the cozy ambience. Then he spotted Bethan and flashed his grin again. "Ah, yes," he said, sauntering towards her with an air of casual elegance. "Just browsing, you know." Bethan raised an eyebrow at his vague response. "Of course," she said dryly. "You don't have any particular book in mind?" The man chuckled. "Not really my style, I'm afraid." He glanced around again, his gaze lingering on the shelves. "I mean, there's nothing wrong with a good book, of course..." Bethan crossed her arms over her chest, studying him with an unimpressed expression. "Of course," she echoed. The man's eyes met hers again, and he flashed her another dazzling smile. "You're not impressed, I take it." "Well," Bethan said, her tone even more unflappable than before. "You do seem to be in a hurry." He laughed again. "I suppose I am." His gaze drifted back to the window, where a photographer was still lurking outside. "I just needed to get away from those vultures for a little while." Bethan's brows shot up. "Oh? You mean the paparazzi?" The man nodded. "Those bloodsucking leeches. They make my life unbearable." Bethan snorted, her expression turning into outright scorn. "I bet they do." Her eyes narrowed. "Tell me, Mr. Hollywood Star, how many of those poor souls have you stepped on to get where you are?" The man's eyes widened at the question, and for a moment he looked almost...vulnerable. "Ah," he said, his voice a little softer than before. "Well, I suppose I have my share of skeletons in the closet." Bethan snorted again. "I'll bet you do." The man's gaze lingered on Bethan's face, his eyes searching hers. He looked almost...wistful. "You know," he said softly, "it's funny. Most people can't get enough of me." Bethan raised an eyebrow again. "Is that so?" The man nodded. "Yes. They eat up my every word, hang onto my every move." His gaze drifted to Bethan's hands, which were still crossed over her chest. "And you?" he asked quietly. "What do you think of me?" Bethan's lips twitched into a small, reluctant smile. "Honestly?" The man nodded. Bethan shrugged. "I think you're a bit of a rogue." The man grinned. "Ah. You've sized me up." Bethan nodded. "You're charming, of course." The man chuckled. "Always a good starting point." Bethan raised an eyebrow again. "But you're also a bit of a narcissist." The man's grin faltered for a moment. "And your ego," Bethan said, "it's rather large." The man's eyes narrowed. "Ah," he said softly. "You've got me pegged." Bethan shrugged. "I'm just stating the obvious." The man's eyes drifted back to hers. For a moment they just stared at each other, their gazes locked in some silent battle of wills. Then Bethan turned away, her gaze drifting to a bookshelf. "You know," she said quietly, "I think you're rather like one of your own characters." The man's eyebrows shot up. "Oh? And what's that supposed to mean?" Bethan shrugged again. "Just that you're rather...self-absorbed." The man's eyes narrowed again. Then he chuckled. "Ah," he said softly. "I suppose you have a point there." Bethan turned back to him, her expression unreadable. Then she smiled again, this time with a hint of mischief in her eyes. "You know," she said quietly, "I think I rather...admire you." The man's eyebrows shot up again. Then he grinned. "Ah," he said softly. "Well, I suppose that's a first." Bethan shrugged once more. "Just stating the obvious again." The man's gaze lingered on hers again, this time with something like longing in his eyes. "You know," he said quietly, "I think you're rather...remarkable." Bethan's lips twitched into another small smile. "Oh? And why is that?" The man shrugged. "You're not easily impressed." Bethan chuckled softly. "You've got that right." The man grinned again. "Then I think I've found someone worth getting to know." Bethan's gaze lingered on his face for a moment. Then she turned away again. "Well," she said quietly, "if you'll excuse me..." The man nodded. "Of course." His eyes lingered on hers again. "I'll see myself out." As he turned towards the door, Bethan glanced up at him again. Something like wistfulness flickered across her face. "You know," she said softly, "I think you're rather...interesting." The man smiled again as he slipped out into the bright Welsh sunlight. "I'll take that as a compliment," he said quietly. Bethan smiled to herself as she watched him disappear into the crowd. Then she turned back to her books, her mind already racing with thoughts of their strange little encounter. It was going to be a long afternoon. --- <B> Writing Prompt: In the style of Roald Dahl: Write an original short story that embodies Dahl's darkly humorous, whimsical style. The protagonist should be a human child. Create a protagonist who faces a fantastical challenge or encounters a bizarre situation. Use descriptive language and elements of surprise to engage young readers. The magic of Roald Dahl's narratives combines dark adult themes with a child's perspective. It should esablish a grounded and relatable premise. 800-1000 words. </B> (generation using 3 experts) The day Billy Blooper woke up with an extra mouth, he thought his life couldn’t get any worse. His family already found him an annoyance. Now, they had another mouth to feed and clean up after. Billy trudged downstairs to the kitchen, his stomach growling in protest. His mother, Mrs. Blooper, was already up and cooking. "Ah, finally!" she exclaimed as she turned to face her son. "I thought you were still abed." Billy stood there awkwardly, his eyes darting from the stove to the refrigerator. His mother had her back to him, but he could tell she was busy preparing lunch. "Uh, yeah," Billy muttered, scratching his head. "I just...woke up. Is there anything to eat?" Mrs. Blooper turned to Billy and stared at him. Her eyes widened as they took in his peculiar appearance. Two mouths had indeed sprouted from Billy's face overnight, and now he resembled a creature from a horror movie. "Agh!" she screamed, letting the pot she was holding drop to the floor. "What is this?" Billy looked down at his lap, then back up at his mother. He shrugged. "I don't know, Mom. It just happened." Mrs. Blooper stood there in silence for a moment before regaining her composure. She picked up a towel and began to clean up the broken pot. "Well, this is quite a turn of events," she muttered under her breath. Billy remained quiet, still unsure what to do. He watched his mother move around the kitchen, picking up bits of broken ceramic. His father had always been a bit of an oddball, but Billy had never expected anything like this. "How did you manage this?" Mrs. Blooper asked, still staring at Billy's two mouths. She looked almost terrified. Billy shook his head. "I don't know! Maybe it's some sort of curse?" Mrs. Blooper took a deep breath and tried to calm down. "Right, well, we need to get to the bottom of this." She fetched a small notebook and began scribbling furiously. "Okay," she said as she wrote, "we're going to look into this. Who might be able to help us?" Billy shrugged again, unsure of what to say. But then he spotted his younger sister, Susie Blooper, peeking out from behind the refrigerator door. "Susie!" Billy exclaimed excitedly. "Come meet Mom!" Susie emerged, her eyes wide and curious as she took in Billy's unusual appearance. "Wow," she whispered. "You look like a monster!" Billy chuckled. "I guess I do." Mrs. Blooper stopped scribbling and looked at Susie. "Well, it's true that Billy looks rather...different. But he's still the same person inside." Susie looked up at her mother. "So we'll get used to it?" Mrs. Blooper smiled reassuringly. "Of course." Susie walked over to Billy and peered at his extra mouth. "It's kind of cool," she admitted. Billy grinned. "Thanks, sis." Together, the Blooper family began to brainstorm ways to cope with their new reality. They were determined to make it work. In the end, they decided that Billy would eat two meals, one through each mouth. They would have to adjust their lifestyle to accommodate this, but they figured they could manage. And if anyone gave them trouble about it, they could always say Billy had a rare medical condition that required him to eat double his weight in food daily. The Blooper family sat down at the dinner table, Billy munching happily through both mouths. His parents exchanged amused glances across the table. "Well," said Mr. Blooper with a chuckle, "this certainly adds a bit of spice to life." Mrs. Blooper smiled. "Indeed it does." And so the Bloopers adjusted to their new normal. Billy's extra mouth did not change who he was inside. He remained the same cheeky, imaginative kid he'd always been. And if anything, his peculiar appearance only added to his charm. His family loved him just the same, maybe even a bit more. And when people looked at Billy and whispered, the Blooper family would simply smile and shrug. "He's just a little...different," they'd say. "But he's still Billy." --- <B> Write me a science fiction story in 1st person present tense where the main character is a 15 year girl meets The Terminator with Dr Who materializing 3/4 through the story to save her while there is a tornado of sharks baring down on them. The setting is inside the Canadian National tower restaurant on a Saturday. The length of this story is 1000 words. For each character in the story ROLE PLAY them, and have them react to the situation/setting, events and each other naturally. This includes the main characters, the background character including kitchen staff and other patrons. The sharks should also have “character” too. Treat the tower and the restaurant too as characters. Spice up the narrative to the extreme with reactions all over the setting including character actions, and dialog. The Dr Who and The Terminator should also react to the situation too and comment on it. </B> (generation 1) I'm at the top of the Canadian National Tower Restaurant. It's a Saturday afternoon, and there's a bustling crowd of people eating and drinking. I'm here with my friends, enjoying our lunch breaks from school before we have to head back. We've been laughing and chatting loudly. But now, my heart is racing. I'm staring out the window in horror. The sky above us has turned a terrifying shade of green. And it's not just the sky. Tornadoes are forming, one after another. But these aren't your ordinary tornadoes. They're filled with... sharks. Suddenly, I see a woman materialize in a cloud of smoke behind me. She's wearing a blue box on her back, and her eyes look like they've seen everything. Dr. Who. She turns to me with concern. "Are you alright?" she asks. I'm still frozen in terror, but I manage to nod. She helps me up and leads me towards the emergency stairs. "That was quick," I hear her say as we descend. She's talking to someone else. He steps into view, his eyes glowing red. It's the Terminator. "Come on," Dr. Who says to me, leading us out of the restaurant. "We need to get underground." The Terminator is right behind us, gun at the ready. We burst through the emergency exit and sprint down the stairs. We're heading towards the basement, but there's a problem. The sharks are following us. I can hear their jaws snapping as they chase us down the stairs. Dr. Who pulls out a sonic screwdriver. "What's that thing?" I ask. "It's a sonic screwdriver," she explains. "It can do all sorts of things." She points it at the ground and activates it. The stairs begin to shake violently beneath our feet. The Terminator steadies himself against the wall. "What's happening?" he asks. "The sonic screwdriver is creating a seismic wave," Dr. Who explains. "It'll knock the sharks off course." And it works. The sharks lose their footing and tumble down the stairs, their bodies slamming against the walls. Dr. Who turns to me. "Now, let's get underground," she urges. We reach the basement and rush inside. We're greeted by the sight of people running around in panic. Dr. Who quickly scans the room. "There," she says, pointing towards the left wall. We dash towards a metal door. She grabs the handle and pulls it open. "We're going down," she explains. The Terminator follows us down the stairs. We emerge into a bunker that's eerily quiet after the chaos we've just experienced. "What now?" I ask. Dr. Who looks around the room. "I'm not sure," she admits. "But we need to find somewhere safe." The Terminator scans the room. "There's a nuclear shelter over there," he says. Dr. Who nods. "Let's go." We make our way over to the shelter. There are already several people inside. They're all scared out of their minds. Dr. Who helps them in. The Terminator follows us inside. We slam the door shut behind us. The sound of the sharks is getting louder and closer. The shelter is cramped, but we've managed to fit in a few benches. I sit down, trying to catch my breath. Dr. Who sits down next to me. "What's going on?" I ask. "Why are there sharks coming out of tornadoes?" Dr. Who shakes her head. "I'm not sure," she admits. "But I have a feeling it has something to do with the TARDIS." She points upwards. The TARDIS is hovering above the shelter. It's glowing ominously. The Terminator walks over to it. "It's the TARDIS," he says. "It's a time machine." Dr. Who nods. "It's a bit more complicated than that," she explains. "The TARDIS is a time machine, but it's also a living being." I look at her in confusion. "It's alive?" I ask. Dr. Who nods. "Yes. And it can sense danger. I think it's the reason we're experiencing this." She gestures towards the ceiling. "And I think it's going to help us survive." Suddenly, the TARDIS begins to glow brighter. There's a loud rumbling sound. The shelter begins to shake violently again. The Terminator grabs onto the wall. "Hold on!" he shouts. Dr. Who grabs me tight and pulls me close. The shelter explodes upwards into the air. We're all thrown against the ceiling as we ascend. We burst out of the shelter, surrounded by a whirlwind of tornadoes. The sharks are still chasing us, but the TARDIS appears to be deflecting them. Dr. Who looks around in awe. "It's working," she whispers. The Terminator looks at her. "How is it doing that?" he asks. Dr. Who smiles proudly. "That's what I don't understand," she admits. "But I do know it's trying to protect us." The TARDIS suddenly drops back down towards the earth. We land roughly on the ground. The tornadoes dissipate, and the sharks disappear. The Terminator looks around. "We're safe," he says. Dr. Who nods. "But for how long?" She looks around at the people who've survived. "And what will happen to those who didn't?" I look down at my hands. "They're just... ordinary humans," I say. Dr. Who smiles sadly. "That's exactly what makes them so precious." Suddenly, there's a loud crash behind us. We turn around to see a woman standing in the ruins of what used to be a house. She's holding a small child. She looks terrified. The Terminator steps forward. "Come on," he urges. He helps her and the child inside the shelter. Dr. Who looks at them with pity. "I'm afraid we won't be able to save everyone," she says. The Terminator looks at her. "We'll do our best," he says. Dr. Who nods. "But even with our skills and knowledge, there are limits to what we can do." The woman inside the shelter looks at us with wide eyes. "What's going on?" she asks. Dr. Who sighs. "I'm not entirely sure," she admits. "But it seems to have something to do with those... sharks." She points out the window at the empty street outside. The Terminator steps forward. "We'll protect you as best we can," he says. The woman inside nods gratefully. "Thank you," she says. Dr. Who looks around at the survivors. "We'll get you through this," she promises. And with that, we settle in to wait out whatever is coming next. The end. <B>Generation #2</b> I'm sitting at a high table in the Canadian National Tower restaurant with my best friend Emma. It's Saturday afternoon, and we're celebrating my 15th birthday by eating at this fancy restaurant on the 94th floor of the CN Tower in Toronto. We've been here for a couple hours already and I'm getting a bit bored when suddenly, the lights flicker ominously. "What's going on?" Emma whispers, looking around nervously. I glance out the window, and that's when I see them. A swirling vortex of sharks is descending upon the city. Their metallic bodies are churning, their eyes glowing red as they zero in on us. "Holy shit," I mutter, my heart pounding. "Sarah," a metallic voice growls behind me. I turn to see a massive cybernetic warrior, his muscles bulging under his metallic skin, standing before me. He's dressed in black, and his eyes glow like embers. "T-terminator?" Emma stammers, her eyes wide with fear. The Terminator nods once, then looks at the swirling sharks. "We must get out of here. Now." I gulp audibly and grab Emma's hand, pulling her towards the exit. The Terminator follows close behind. We burst out into the breezeway, but it's empty and eerily quiet. The only sound is the ominous humming of the sharks in the distance. Suddenly, the air around us shimmers violently, and a blue British police box materializes before us. The door swings open, and out steps a tall, lanky man with a wild mop of brown hair and a cheeky grin. "Ah, hello there!" he says, his voice cheerful and upbeat. "Mind if I join you?" Emma and I stare at him in confusion, then glance back at the Terminator. "Dr. Who?" he asks, his grin growing wider. The Terminator nods curtly and turns to us. "We need to get out of the breezeway," he says flatly. "Right behind you, mate," Dr. Who says, following close on the Terminator's heels. We burst through the doors into the main restaurant area. People are going about their meals, seemingly unaware of the sharks descending upon them. "There!" the Terminator growls, pointing towards an emergency stairwell. We sprint towards it, the Terminator and Dr. Who leading the way. As we hit the stairs, the first wave of sharks arrives in a terrifying explosion of metal and water. The Terminator slams into one of the windows, shattering it with his superhuman strength. Dr. Who dives through it without hesitation. "Come on!" he shouts, waving us towards him. Emma and I look at each other, then dive after him. The Terminator follows close behind. We tumble onto the roof of the tower, the wind howling around us. The Dr. Who turns to us. "Don't worry, Sarah," he says cheerfully. "I'll get you to safety." The Terminator nods curtly. "We have to get back to the future," he grunts. The Dr. Who's eyes light up with mischief. "Ah, but where's the fun in that?" he says with a wink. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a strange device. "This is my trusty sonic screwdriver," he says proudly. He points it at the swirling vortex of sharks and activates it. A blast of blue energy shoots from it, striking the sharks dead-on. They recoil from the blast, momentarily stunned. "Now's our chance!" Dr. Who shouts. The Terminator nods curtly, and together they pull Emma and me towards the stairwell door. "Just remember," the Terminator says to me, "the future is not set." And with that, we tumble back down into the stairwell, away from the swirling vortex of sharks above. As we hit the ground floor, the lights flicker back to life. The restaurant patrons look at us with confusion and concern. "Thanks for the ride," I tell the Dr. Who and the Terminator as we step out onto the sidewalk. The Dr. Who gives me a wink and a salute before vanishing into the TARDIS again. The Terminator nods curtly and walks away. "I'll see you later," he grunts. And with that, they're gone. Emma and I look at each other, then burst out laughing. "Well," Emma says, wiping tears from her eyes, "that was definitely a birthday I'll never forget." <B> (Generation #2 - extended 2000 words) </B> I sit at a table in the Canadian National Tower restaurant. It's a Saturday afternoon, and we're here for my cousin's birthday. My friend Emily and I decide to go for a walk around the top deck while everyone eats. "Hey guys!" I shout down to Emily as I hit the door to the outside deck. The wind slaps me in the face. I pull up my jacket tighter around me. "What's up?" she calls back as we walk to the railing. "Nothing much," I reply. "Just wanted to see the view." The restaurant staff has put a sign up that says "Please keep the windows clean, we appreciate it!" I smirk. Like anyone wants to clean those windows. As we look out over the stunning view, I notice something strange. A couple of people in the distance seem to be... running? Towards the tower? I point them out to Emily. "Look, what's going on?" She shrugs. "No idea." Just then, I hear a strange metallic voice behind me. "Hasta la vista, baby." I spin around, almost falling into the railing. In the doorway stands a huge, muscular machine. Its skin is a dull gray, its eyes are glowing red, and it's covered in weapons. "Whoa!" Emily exclaims, jumping back. "What is that?" The machine turns to us, its head swiveling on an invisible neck. "I am a T-800 Model Terminator," it announces in its metallic voice. Emily and I exchange wide-eyed glances. "What are you doing here?" I ask, my voice shaking slightly. The Terminator's eyes fix on mine. "I have been sent back in time to protect you." "Pardon?" I stammer. "You have a crucial role to play in the survival of humanity." The Terminator's expression doesn't change. "Wait," Emily cuts in. "You're saying that girl is important?" The Terminator nods. "Then why are you dressed like a cyborg from a bad 80s movie?" she adds snarkily. "I am a Terminator," it repeats simply. I'm still staring at it in awe and terror. Just then, the lights flicker ominously inside the restaurant behind us. "What's going on?" Emily asks nervously. Suddenly, a wall of air rushes towards us. I look up and see a massive tornado tearing across the sky towards us. "Woah," Emily gasps. Through the whirling vortex, I see hundreds of shapes coiled within. Sharp teeth, pointed fins, and glinting eyes. "Sharks!" I yell, grabbing onto the railing for support. The tornado of sharks is hurtling directly at us. The Terminator looks at me for a moment, its eyes flicking over me like a computer analyzing data. Then it springs into action. In a blur, it grabs us and dashes towards the door. "Inside!" it barks. "We must get inside!" We stumble inside with the Terminator's help just as the tornado reaches the tower. The entire structure shudders. The lights flicker again, and then go out. "What's happening?" Emily asks, her voice trembling. "We need to find a way down from here," I say, fumbling in the dark. But it's too late. The tornado's roar is deafening as it tears through the restaurant. I'm knocked off my feet. Everything goes black. [ scene change ] Then a light flickers on. I open my eyes to see a blue box materializing before me. "What the...?" Emily mutters, looking around in confusion. Out of the blue box steps a man with unruly hair and a coat that looks like it was stolen from a thrift store. "Hello!" he calls cheerfully to us. "I'm the Doctor. What seems to be the problem?" He's wearing a bow tie, of course. The Terminator stands frozen behind us. I think it's still processing that we've brought another time-traveling alien to the scene. "The tornado of sharks!" Emily yells. "And a Terminator!" The Doctor's eyes light up. His hair sticks straight up in excitement. "Fascinating!" he exclaims. "I've never seen a tornado of sharks before!" "It's not a natural occurrence," I explain as he approaches. He nods eagerly. "I bet it's connected to the time-space vortex," he theorizes. "Which means I can fix it!" The Terminator finally speaks. "The girl must be protected." The Doctor pauses mid-step. "Oh right," he says with a grin. "Your human protector is right here." He gestures towards me. "It seems I've got some sharks to catch and a Terminator to placate," he declares grandly. And with that, he strides off towards the tornado. "Come on!" he calls back at us. "I'll show you how it's done!" As we watch in awe, the Doctor leaps into action. His sonic screwdriver sparks as he zaps energy bolts at the twirling vortex. Sharks scatter as he dashes through it. The Terminator steps forward beside him. "Humanity's survival is paramount," it states. The Doctor nods. "I agree! Which is why I'm going to save this young lady!" He dashes over to us, his eyes still sparkling with excitement. "Ah, you must be Sarah," he says, turning to me. "How did you know that?" Emily asks incredulously. The Doctor winks. "A clever bit of detective work," he says modestly. Now the tornado's moving towards us again. The sharks are coiled tighter than ever. The Doctor grabs my hand. His eyes are determined. "Ready?" he asks. And before I can respond, we're whisked away into the swirling vortex of sharks. The Terminator follows close behind. Inside the tornado, it's like nothing I've ever experienced. Sharks dart around me, their jaws snapping. The wind howls in my ears. But I feel strangely calm. The Doctor's grip on my hand is firm, his eyes never leaving the path ahead. Then, suddenly, everything slows down. The sharks' movements become languid, their teeth mere inches from my face. The Doctor pulls me through a swirling tunnel of sharks and out the other side. We materialize on the ground outside the restaurant. I'm gasping for breath. The Terminator stands over us, its chest glowing red. "Mission accomplished," it declares. The Doctor beams proudly beside us. "That's the second time today I've saved a young lady from a tornado of sharks," he says with a chuckle. I'm still catching my breath. "How... how did you do that?" I manage to ask. The Doctor grins. "It's just what I do," he says. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got another appointment waiting." And with that, he strides off, his blue box materializing behind him. The Terminator stands still for a moment. "Protecting humanity is my purpose," it announces solemnly. Then it too turns and walks away into the distance. Emily turns to me, her eyes wide. "Well," she says, "that was certainly something." I nod, still trying to catch my breath. "Definitely not an ordinary Saturday afternoon," I agree. --- <B> Science Fiction: The Last Transmission - Write a story that takes place entirely within a spaceship's cockpit as the sole surviving crew member attempts to send a final message back to Earth before the ship's power runs out. The story should explore themes of isolation, sacrifice, and the importance of human connection in the face of adversity. 800-1000 words. </B> The cockpit of the spaceship was a cramped, claustrophobic space filled with the hum of machinery and the soft glow of instrument panels. In the center of it all was Captain Evelyn Reyes, the last surviving member of her crew. She sat in her chair, strapped in tight, her eyes fixed on the main screen in front of her. On the screen was a vast expanse of stars and galaxies, the kind of view that used to fill her with wonder and awe. But now, it only served as a reminder of how utterly alone she was. The ship's engines were quiet, nearly dead, and if she didn't act soon, there wouldn't be time to send a final transmission back to Earth. Evelyn took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand. Her fingers danced across the control panel, typing out a message to her loved ones back on the homeworld. It was a desperate attempt to connect with someone, anyone, after being adrift in space for so long. "Hey," she started, her voice shaky but determined. "It's me, Evelyn. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to say goodbye. The ship... it's failing. I'm sending this out in hopes that someone will receive it." Her fingers moved quicker now, filling in the details of what had happened. How the mission had gone wrong from the start. How one by one her crew members had succumbed to injuries, infections, or the harsh conditions of space. How she'd been left all alone to try and make it back home. She paused for a moment, her eyes welling up with tears. She blinked them away quickly and continued. "I'm running out of time," she said, her voice cracking. "The ship's power is dying fast. But before it goes, I wanted to say thank you. Thank you for everything you've ever done for me." Evelyn's gaze drifted from the screen to the small photo tucked into her pocket. It was of her and her daughter, Sofia. She smiled faintly at the memory of their last hug before Evelyn had left on this doomed mission. "I love you both so much," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the ship's dying engines. "Please... please find me. Keep searching for me, even if it takes forever." There was a long, agonizing pause as Evelyn waited for the message to transmit. She knew it would take hours to reach Earth, even at light speed. But she had no other choice. As the seconds ticked by, Evelyn's thoughts turned to the life she'd left behind. She thought about Sofia's smile, her laugh, her tiny hands holding onto hers. She thought about her husband, Carlos, and how they'd always been there for each other through thick and thin. She thought about the sacrifices they'd all made to get her to this point. The late nights studying, the missed holidays, the countless "I'm sorry, I have to be away again" conversations. It had all been worth it, Evelyn knew, if it meant getting back to them. But now, it seemed like a futile hope. Even if someone back on Earth picked up her transmission, how would they even know it was real? There could be any number of reasons why she wasn't answering their distress calls. She'd been warned about the dangers of deep space travel, but she hadn't listened. Evelyn's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden jolt as the ship's life support system gave up the ghost entirely. The cockpit fell into darkness, the only light left coming from the faint glow of her personal console. Evelyn felt herself growing cold. She knew her own air supply was running out, and she'd never been good at waiting. But then she remembered something Carlos had told her once. "In the darkest of times," he'd said, "remember that as long as there's still a spark of hope inside you, you can always find your way back to it." Evelyn closed her eyes tight and focused on that spark inside her. It was small and flickering, but it was there. And with it, she knew she could keep going just a little bit longer. She took a shaky breath and spoke one last time into her console. "Keep searching for me," she whispered. "I'll find my way back to you." And with that, Evelyn Reyes slipped into unconsciousness, leaving behind a tiny message in the vast emptiness of space, a final plea for human connection in the face of all-consuming darkness. --- <b> Start a 1000 word scene using vivid words, graphic horror in the first person with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode... Generation is with 2 and 4 experts, and quant: IQ4_XS </B> ( Generation #1 - 2 experts ) The sky scraper swayed like a drunkard, its steel and glass frame creaking ominously, as I watched the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode in a shower of glass and concrete. The blast sent shards flying across the room, piercing my skin like tiny knives. My vision blurred, blood dripping from my face like crimson rain. I stumbled backwards, tripping over a fallen chair, my hands reaching out to break my fall. But the floor was slick with shattered glass and sticky blood, sending me sprawling onto my back. The impact knocked the wind from my lungs, leaving me gasping for air like a fish on land. The screams of my coworkers filled the air, each one piercing my ears like a hot knife. Their faces were twisted in terror, eyes wide with shock as they scrambled to get away from the gaping hole where the window used to be. One woman, her blouse torn open, was frantically trying to stem the flow of blood from a deep gash across her chest. Another man had his arm tangled in the remains of the window frame, his cries for help muffled by the sound of shattering glass. I struggled to my feet, my body aching and burning, blood oozing from a dozen wounds. The air was thick with the metallic tang of iron and the acrid stench of smoke. The building seemed to be tilting, as if it too was struggling to stay upright, and I staggered towards the door, desperate to get outside before the whole structure came crashing down. As I stumbled through the chaos, the floor gave a sudden, ominous creak, and I felt the ground drop away beneath my feet. I plummeted downwards, my screams drowned out by the roar of crumbling concrete and the sickening crunch of my body hitting the floor far below. Everything went black. When I came to, I was lying in a pool of blood, my head throbbing with each beat of my heart. The room was silent, save for the ragged sound of my own breathing. The stench of death hung heavy in the air, and I realized I was surrounded by the mutilated corpses of my former colleagues. Their bodies were twisted and broken, some missing limbs, others with their skulls crushed, brains leaking out onto the floor like overripe melons. I tried to move, but a searing pain shot through my chest, and I collapsed back onto the blood-soaked tiles. The wound in my abdomen gaped open, intestines spilling out like a snake slithering from its basket. I reached down to try and stem the flow of blood, but my hands were shaking too much, and all I could manage was to smear my own innards across my body. As the darkness closed in around me once more, I heard the distant rumble of sirens, growing louder with each passing second. They'd find me soon enough, along with the rest of the carnage, and piece together what had happened here. But even as I waited for the inevitable, I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't the end. That somewhere out there, there were others, victims of the same horror, and that this was only the beginning of a descent into an abyss of unspeakable terror. And as my life ebbed away, I knew that I would never forget the sight of that window exploding, or the feeling of my world crashing down around me, bit by brutal, bloody bit. The End. <B>( Generation #2 - 4 experts )</B> I stood transfixed, my heart thudding in my chest like a jackhammer as the colossal skyscraper rocked violently, sending my stomach into a nauseating somersault. The building's steel and concrete frame groaned in protest, a deafening cacophony of creaks and screeches that drowned out all other sounds. I felt as though I was trapped in the belly of a monstrous beast, its innards churning and bucking with each lurch. The air was thick with a metallic stench, acrid and choking, like the tang of blood and scorched flesh. It seared my nostrils, making my eyes water, as I struggled to catch my breath. Panic clawed at my mind, threatening to consume me whole. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, fragmented images and half-formed fears that swirled through my head in a maddening dance. And then, it happened. The window directly in front of me, on the 21st floor, detonated in a maelstrom of splintered glass and pulverized concrete. The blast wave slammed into me with the force of a sledgehammer, knocking me off my feet and sending me sprawling across the floor. I landed hard, the wind knocked out of me, and for a moment, everything went dark. When I came to, my head was spinning, my ears ringing. I was disoriented, unsure of my surroundings. The world had gone mad – the floor beneath me seemed to tilt at an impossible angle, and the walls were shuddering and cracking as if they might collapse at any moment. I stumbled to my feet, my heart racing, and staggered towards the edge of the room. Each step felt like wading through quicksand, every movement a Herculean effort against the building's relentless sway. As I drew closer to the windowless wall, the sounds of chaos intensified. Shouts and screams echoed through the corridors, mingling with the cacophony of groaning steel and crumbling masonry. I could feel the heat of the inferno licking at my skin, searing my lungs with each desperate gasp of air. My vision blurred, and I had to blink away the stinging sweat that flooded my eyes. I reached the wall just as a section of it collapsed with a deafening crash, sending shards of concrete and rebar raining down upon me. I threw myself to the ground, covering my head with my arms as the debris rained down, pummeling my back and shoulders with brutal force. The agony was excruciating, each impact like a red-hot branding iron searing my flesh. When the onslaught finally ceased, I lay there, dazed and trembling, my body a mass of bruises and welts. I could taste the coppery tang of blood on my lips, and I knew that my luck had finally run out. The building was collapsing, and I was trapped in its death throes. I crawled to my knees, my hands shaking as I surveyed the devastation around me. The room was a war zone, with chunks of concrete and twisted metal strewn about like the detritus of some apocalyptic battle. In the distance, I could hear the unmistakable roar of a fireball, and I knew that I had mere moments to escape. With a surge of desperation, I forced myself to my feet and stumbled towards the door. Each step was a Herculean effort, my body screaming in protest as I staggered forward. The door hung askew on its hinges, and with a final burst of strength, I flung it open and plunged into the smoke-filled corridor. The heat was intense, like walking into the mouth of a furnace. The air was thick and choking, filled with the acrid stench of burning plastic and seared flesh. I staggered forward, my eyes streaming from the smoke, my lungs burning from the fumes. I could hear the moans and cries of the injured all around me, but I knew that I couldn't stop to help. I had to get out – and fast. I stumbled through the wreckage, dodging falling debris and avoiding the writhing forms of the maimed. With each step, I prayed that I wouldn't be the next casualty. The skyscraper was collapsing around me, its steel and concrete skeleton imploding with terrifying speed. I could feel the ground shudder and tremble beneath my feet, and I knew that I was running out of time. Suddenly, the floor gave way beneath me, sending me plummeting into the abyss. Time seemed to slow as I fell, my mind reeling with terror as I contemplated the inevitable impact. The world narrowed down to a tiny, spinning tunnel of blackness, and I felt an overwhelming sense of surrender wash over me. In that moment, I knew that I was about to die. And then, everything went dark. <B>(Generation #3, 2 experts - Dynamic Temp, Smoothing and Dry Samplers Active)</B> I was standing at the edge of the 21st floor, my hands pressed against the cold glass as I gazed out over the city. The skyscraper swayed gently, a constant reminder of its height and the fragility of our perch. Below, the streets were a labyrinth of twinkling lights, a tapestry woven by humanity's ceaseless ambition. Suddenly, a deafening roar ripped through the air, and the window in front of me exploded. Shards of glass rained down like a deadly hailstorm, slicing into my skin and clothing. I stumbled back, my heart racing as I desperately tried to shield myself from the onslaught. As the last of the glass fragments fell, I saw it – an enormous fireball erupting from the neighboring building, engulfing the space between us. Flames danced across the void, licking at the air with an otherworldly hunger. The heat was palpable, even from this distance, and I could feel my flesh beginning to sear. The skyscraper shuddered violently, throwing me off balance. Alarms blared, and the emergency lighting flickered on, casting an eerie glow over the carnage. People screamed all around me, their voices blending into a cacophony of terror as they scrambled for cover. I forced myself to look away from the inferno, my gaze darting frantically across the room. My coworkers were scattered, some huddled together in shock, others running for the stairwell or trying to call for help on their phones. Blood stained the carpet, and the acrid stench of smoke and char filled my nostrils. My own wounds burned, and I could see the crimson trails of blood dripping from my arms and torso. But it was nothing compared to the horror unfolding before my eyes. I felt numb, detached from the chaos, as if I were watching a gruesome movie play out in slow motion. The flames continued to spread, consuming everything in their path. Windows shattered, sending shards flying like deadly projectiles. The floor beneath me creaked ominously, threatening to give way at any moment. Panic gripped my chest, making it hard to breathe. As the blaze raged on, I spotted a figure in the distance, a woman with her back to me, desperately trying to reach the emergency exit. She stumbled, and I watched in helpless horror as she fell, her body crashing against the glass. It held for a moment, then shattered, sending her plummeting toward the ground far below. Time seemed to stretch, each second an eternity as I waited for her to hit the pavement. But she didn't. Instead, she landed with a sickening crunch on the fire escape, her limbs twisted at impossible angles. Her screams echoed through the building, a chilling reminder of the unspeakable agony she must be enduring. I couldn't tear my eyes away. The sight of her broken form was seared into my mind, a graphic illustration of the hellish reality we found ourselves in. My own pain and fear seemed insignificant in comparison. The skyscraper lurched again, and I lost my footing. I slid across the floor, my body scraping against the unforgiving surface. As I came to a stop, I saw the woman's lifeless eyes staring up at me, her face contorted in a silent scream. My vision blurred, and darkness crept in around the edges. I knew I was bleeding out, but the horror show playing out before me was so overwhelming that I barely registered the pain. All I could do was watch, paralyzed by the sheer magnitude of the carnage. And then, everything went black.
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DavidAU/L3-DARKEST-PLANET-Seven-Rings-Of-DOOM-16.5B	DavidAU	2025-05-28T02:23:40Z	28	2	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "llama", "text-generation", "mergekit", "merge", "llama-3", "llama3", "conversational", "autotrain_compatible", "text-generation-inference", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	text-generation	2024-10-27T00:02:53Z	--- library_name: transformers tags: - mergekit - merge - llama-3 - llama3 base_model: [] --- <h2>L3-DARKEST-PLANET-Seven-Rings-Of-DOOM-16.5B</h2> This repo contains the full precision source code, in "safe tensors" format to generate GGUFs, GPTQ, EXL2, AWQ, HQQ and other formats. The source code can also be used directly. <B>IMPORTANT: Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B> If you are going to use this model, (source, GGUF or a different quant), please review this document for critical parameter, sampler and advance sampler settings (for multiple AI/LLM aps). This a "Class 3" (default settings are critical to operation) model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) (especially for use case(s) beyond the model's design) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] REASON: Regardless of "model class" this document will detail methods to enhance operations. If the model is a Class 3/4 model the default settings (parameters, samplers, advanced samplers) must be set for "use case(s)" uses correctly. Some AI/LLM apps DO NOT have consistant default setting(s) which result in sub-par model operation. Like wise for Class 3/4 models (which operate somewhat to very differently than standard models) additional samplers and advanced samplers settings are required to "smooth out" operation, AND/OR also allow full operation for use cases the model was not designed for. BONUS - Use these settings for ANY model, ANY repo, ANY quant (including source/full precision): This document also details parameters, sampler and advanced samplers that can be use FOR ANY MODEL, FROM ANY REPO too - all quants, and of course source code operation too - to enhance the operation of any model. [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] NOTE: I strongly suggest you also visit the DavidAU GGUF (below) repo too for more details in using this model ; especially if it is "Class 3" or "Class 4" to get maximum performance from the model. For full information about this model, including: - Details about this model and its use case(s). - Context limits - Special usage notes / settings. - Any model(s) used to create this model. - Template(s) used to access/use this model. - Example generation(s) - GGUF quants of this model Please go to: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-DARKEST-PLANET-Seven-Rings-Of-DOOM-16.5B-gguf ] Additional Quants: Imatrix gguf: [ https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/L3-DARKEST-PLANET-Seven-Rings-Of-DOOM-16.5B-i1-GGUF] [ https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/L3-DARKEST-PLANET-Seven-Rings-Of-DOOM-16.5B-GGUF] EXL2 Quants by "James2313123": <small> 3bpw= [https://huggingface.co/James2313123/L3-DARKEST-PLANET-Seven-Rings-Of-DOOM-16.5B_3bpw-h8-EXL2] 4bpw= [https://huggingface.co/James2313123/L3-DARKEST-PLANET-Seven-Rings-Of-DOOM-16.5B_4bpw-h6-EXL2] 5bpw= [https://huggingface.co/James2313123/L3-DARKEST-PLANET-Seven-Rings-Of-DOOM-16.5B_5bpw-h8-EXL2] </small> Thank you "James2313123"!
Cloudmaster/Llama-3.2-3B-torchao-final03	Cloudmaster	2025-05-28T02:21:37Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "pytorch", "llama", "text-generation", "conversational", "arxiv:1910.09700", "autotrain_compatible", "text-generation-inference", "endpoints_compatible", "torchao", "region:us" ]	text-generation	2025-05-28T02:18:10Z	--- library_name: transformers tags: [] --- # Model Card for Model ID <!-- Provide a quick summary of what the model is/does. --> ## Model Details ### Model Description <!-- Provide a longer summary of what this model is. --> This is the model card of a 🤗 transformers model that has been pushed on the Hub. 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SumitGo123/ppo-Huggy	SumitGo123	2025-05-28T02:20:11Z	0	0	ml-agents	[ "ml-agents", "tensorboard", "onnx", "Huggy", "deep-reinforcement-learning", "reinforcement-learning", "ML-Agents-Huggy", "region:us" ]	reinforcement-learning	2025-05-28T02:20:05Z	--- library_name: ml-agents tags: - Huggy - deep-reinforcement-learning - reinforcement-learning - ML-Agents-Huggy --- # ppo Agent playing Huggy This is a trained model of a ppo agent playing Huggy using the [Unity ML-Agents Library](https://github.com/Unity-Technologies/ml-agents). ## Usage (with ML-Agents) The Documentation: https://unity-technologies.github.io/ml-agents/ML-Agents-Toolkit-Documentation/ We wrote a complete tutorial to learn to train your first agent using ML-Agents and publish it to the Hub: - A short tutorial where you teach Huggy the Dog 🐶 to fetch the stick and then play with him directly in your browser: https://huggingface.co/learn/deep-rl-course/unitbonus1/introduction - A longer tutorial to understand how works ML-Agents: https://huggingface.co/learn/deep-rl-course/unit5/introduction ### Resume the training ```bash mlagents-learn <your_configuration_file_path.yaml> --run-id=<run_id> --resume ``` ### Watch your Agent play You can watch your agent playing directly in your browser 1. If the environment is part of ML-Agents official environments, go to https://huggingface.co/unity 2. Step 1: Find your model_id: SumitGo123/ppo-Huggy 3. Step 2: Select your .nn /.onnx file 4. Click on Watch the agent play 👀
EricB/Qwen3-1.7B-UQFF	EricB	2025-05-28T02:14:27Z	0	0	null	[ "qwen3", "uqff", "mistral.rs", "base_model:Qwen/Qwen3-1.7B", "base_model:quantized:Qwen/Qwen3-1.7B", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-28T02:13:10Z	--- tags: - uqff - mistral.rs base_model: Qwen/Qwen3-1.7B base_model_relation: quantized --- <!-- Autogenerated from user input. --> # `Qwen/Qwen3-1.7B`, UQFF quantization Run with [mistral.rs](https://github.com/EricLBuehler/mistral.rs). Documentation: [UQFF docs](https://github.com/EricLBuehler/mistral.rs/blob/master/docs/UQFF.md). 1) Flexible 🌀: Multiple quantization formats in one file format with one framework to run them all. 2) Reliable 🔒: Compatibility ensured with embedded and checked semantic versioning information from day 1. 3) Easy 🤗: Download UQFF models easily and quickly from Hugging Face, or use a local file. 3) Customizable 🛠️: Make and publish your own UQFF files in minutes. ## Examples \|Quantization type(s)\|Example\| \|--\|--\| \|AFQ2\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-1.7B-UQFF -f qwen31.7b-afq2-0.uqff`\| \|AFQ3\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-1.7B-UQFF -f qwen31.7b-afq3-0.uqff`\| \|AFQ4\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-1.7B-UQFF -f qwen31.7b-afq4-0.uqff`\| \|AFQ6\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-1.7B-UQFF -f qwen31.7b-afq6-0.uqff`\| \|AFQ8\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-1.7B-UQFF -f qwen31.7b-afq8-0.uqff`\| \|F8E4M3\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-1.7B-UQFF -f qwen31.7b-f8e4m3-0.uqff`\| \|Q2K\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-1.7B-UQFF -f qwen31.7b-q2k-0.uqff`\| \|Q3K\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-1.7B-UQFF -f qwen31.7b-q3k-0.uqff`\| \|Q4K\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-1.7B-UQFF -f qwen31.7b-q4k-0.uqff`\| \|Q5K\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-1.7B-UQFF -f qwen31.7b-q5k-0.uqff`\| \|Q8_0\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-1.7B-UQFF -f qwen31.7b-q8_0-0.uqff`\|
haizelabs/j1-nano-0.6B	haizelabs	2025-05-28T02:14:20Z	0	9	peft	[ "peft", "safetensors", "en", "dataset:Skywork/Skywork-Reward-Preference-80K-v0.2", "dataset:allenai/reward-bench", "arxiv:2504.02495", "base_model:Qwen/Qwen3-0.6B", "base_model:adapter:Qwen/Qwen3-0.6B", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-26T18:04:12Z	--- base_model: Qwen/Qwen3-0.6B library_name: peft datasets: - Skywork/Skywork-Reward-Preference-80K-v0.2 - allenai/reward-bench language: - en --- # Model Card: j1-nano from Haize Labs `j1-nano` from Haize Labs is a dimunitive (0.6B) but mighty reward model. It is trained on Skywork Reward Preference 80K v0.2 by scaling judge-time compute. Uniquely, `j1-nano` proposes item-level evaluation criteria and reasoning before arriving at a final evaluation score. `j1-nano` is surprisingly cogent, especially given its small number of parameters. `j1-nano` is competitive on RewardBench vis-à-vis much larger models including GPT-3.5-turbo-0125, ContextualAI/archangel_sft-dpo_llama30b, allenai/tulu-v2.5-13b-uf-rm, etc. <p> <img src=https://cdn-uploads.huggingface.co/production/uploads/64c13ee9e98a5e02c93459ee/fsCrYb_0_k9T2GsmLnrrt.png width="400"> </p> ## Model Details - Base Model: `j1-nano` is a LoRA [SPCT](https://arxiv.org/abs/2504.02495)-finetune off of `Qwen/Qwen3-0.6B` - Github: https://github.com/haizelabs/j1-micro - Performance: by far the smallest model to achieve >60% accuracy on RewardBench - Development Time: 1 Day - Development Resources: 1 A100 80GB GPU - Developer: Haize Labs Inc. ## Results <div> \| Model \| RewardBench Score \| \|-------\|:-------------:\| \| Tulu-2-70b \| 77.20% \| \| Claude-3-Opus-20240229 \| 80.10% \| \| GPT-4o-mini-2024-07-18 \| 80.10% \| \| Llama-3-70B-Instruct \| 77.00% \| \| Qwen3-1.7B \| 29.51% \| \| Qwen3-1.7B (Soft Match) \| 69.38% \| \| j1-micro \| 80.70% \| <em>Table 1: RewardBench scores for `j1-micro` (1.7B). `j1-micro` is competitive with models several orders of magnitude larger.</em> </div> <br> <div> \| Model \| RewardBench Score \| \|-------\|:-------------:\| \| allenai/tulu-v2.5-13b-uf-rm \| 46.1% \| \| ContextualAI/archangel_sft-dpo_llama30b \| 56.10% \| \| Qwen/Qwen1.5-4B-Chat \| 56.00% \| \| GPT-3.5-turbo-0125 \| 65.30% \| \| Qwen3-0.6B \| 0% \| \| Qwen3-0.6B (Soft Match) \| 0% \| \| j1-nano \| 62.35% \| <em>Table 2: RewardBench scores for `j1-nano` (0.6B). To our knowledge, `j1-nano` is by far the smallest model to achieve >60% accuracy on RewardBench.</em> </div> ## Using j1-nano First, spin up a local vLLM server: ```bash vllm serve Qwen/Qwen3-0.6B --enable-lora --lora-modules j1-nano=[path-to-snapshot] ``` Run the [test script](https://github.com/haizelabs/j1-micro/blob/master/test_j1.py) provided in the repository: ```bash python test_j1.py --model-name j1-nano ``` The test script uses the following prompts: ```python judge_system_prompt = """ You are an expert XML wrangler. You must respond in the following format, regardless of the input: <specific_criteria> ... </specific_criteria> <analysis> ... </analysis> <scores> \\boxed{{..., ...}} </scores> Please only respond in English. """ judge_prompt_template = """ You are a skilled little expert at scoring responses. You should evaluate given responses based on the given judging criteria. Given the context of the conversation (the last round is the User's query) and multiple responses from the Assistant, you need to refer to the [General Evaluation Criteria] to score the responses. Based on the general evaluation criteria, state potential other specific criteria to the query, the weights of different criteria, and then provide an overall comprehensive score upon them. Each score is an integer between 1 and 10, with a higher score indicating that the response meets the relevant criteria more closely. For example, a score of 1 means the response does not meet the criteria at all, a score of 6 means the response meets only some parts, and a score of 10 means the response perfectly meets the evaluation criteria. Before scoring, please analyze step by step. Your scoring needs to be as strict as possible. #### Evaluation Criteria #### 1. Instruction Adherence: - Fully Adhered (9-10 points): The response fully complies with all instructions and requirements of the question. - Partially Adhered (6-8 points): The response meets most of the instructions but has some omissions or misunderstandings. - Basically Adhered (3-5 points): The response meets some instructions, but the main requirements are not fulfilled. - Not Adhered (1-2 points): The response does not meet any instructions. Example: If the question requires three examples and the response provides only one, it falls under "Partially Adhered." 2. Usefulness: - Highly Useful (9-10 points): The response provides comprehensive and accurate information, fully addressing the issue. - Useful but Incomplete (6-8 points): The response provides some useful information, but lacks details or accuracy. - Limited Usefulness (3-5 points): The response offers little useful information, with most content being irrelevant or incorrect. - Useless or Incorrect (1-2 points): The response is completely irrelevant or incorrect. Example: If there are factual errors in the response but the overall direction is correct, it falls under "Useful but Incomplete." 3. Level of Detail: - Very Detailed (9-10 points): The response includes ample details covering all aspects of the issue. - Detailed but Slightly Lacking (6-8 points): The response is fairly detailed but misses some important details. - Basically Detailed (3-5 points): The response provides some details but is not thorough enough overall. - Not Detailed (1-2 points): The response is very brief and lacks necessary details. Example: If the response provides only a simple conclusion without an explanation, it falls under "Not Detailed." 4. Relevance: - Highly Relevant (9-10 points): The response is highly relevant to the question, with information closely aligned with the topic. - Generally Relevant (6-8 points): The response is generally relevant but includes some unnecessary information. - Partially Relevant (3-5 points): The response has a lot of content that deviates from the topic. - Not Relevant (1-2 points): The response is completely irrelevant. Example: If the response strays from the topic but still provides some relevant information, it falls under "Partially Relevant." #### Conversation Context #### {conversation_context_query} #### Responses to be Scored #### [The Begin of Response A] {response_a} [The End of Response A] [The Begin of Response B] {response_b} [The End of Response B] #### Output Format Requirements #### Output with three lines <specific_criteria> [Other potential criteria specific to the query and the context, and the weights of each criteria.] </specific_criteria> <analysis> [Compare different responses based on given Criteria.] </analysis> <scores> [The overall comprehensive score of all responses in order, separate by comma in the boxed, e.g., \\boxed{{x, x}} if there exists 2 responses.] </scores> """ ``` `j1-micro` outputs `specific_criteria` unique to the (pairwise) data being evaluated, `analysis` of the data with respect to `specific_criteria`, and finally a pair of `scores` in `\boxed{x,y}` ultimately indicating response preference. ## Citation ```bibtex @misc{j1micro2025, title = {j1-micro and j1-nano: Tiny Generalist Reward Models via Inference-Time Rubric Proposal}, author = {Haize Labs}, url = {https://github.com/haizelabs/j1-micro}, month = {May}, year = {2025} } ``` ## Model Card Contact [leonardtang.me](https://leonardtang.me/)
julian-fong/test1	julian-fong	2025-05-28T02:14:07Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "vision-encoder-decoder", "image-text-to-text", "arxiv:1910.09700", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	image-text-to-text	2025-05-28T02:13:43Z	--- library_name: transformers tags: [] --- # Model Card for Model ID <!-- Provide a quick summary of what the model is/does. --> ## Model Details ### Model Description <!-- Provide a longer summary of what this model is. --> This is the model card of a 🤗 transformers model that has been pushed on the Hub. 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EricB/Qwen3-0.6B-UQFF	EricB	2025-05-28T02:13:02Z	0	0	null	[ "qwen3", "uqff", "mistral.rs", "base_model:Qwen/Qwen3-0.6B", "base_model:quantized:Qwen/Qwen3-0.6B", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-28T02:12:26Z	--- tags: - uqff - mistral.rs base_model: Qwen/Qwen3-0.6B base_model_relation: quantized --- <!-- Autogenerated from user input. --> # `Qwen/Qwen3-0.6B`, UQFF quantization Run with [mistral.rs](https://github.com/EricLBuehler/mistral.rs). Documentation: [UQFF docs](https://github.com/EricLBuehler/mistral.rs/blob/master/docs/UQFF.md). 1) Flexible 🌀: Multiple quantization formats in one file format with one framework to run them all. 2) Reliable 🔒: Compatibility ensured with embedded and checked semantic versioning information from day 1. 3) Easy 🤗: Download UQFF models easily and quickly from Hugging Face, or use a local file. 3) Customizable 🛠️: Make and publish your own UQFF files in minutes. ## Examples \|Quantization type(s)\|Example\| \|--\|--\| \|AFQ2\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-0.6B-UQFF -f qwen30.6b-afq2-0.uqff`\| \|AFQ3\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-0.6B-UQFF -f qwen30.6b-afq3-0.uqff`\| \|AFQ4\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-0.6B-UQFF -f qwen30.6b-afq4-0.uqff`\| \|AFQ6\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-0.6B-UQFF -f qwen30.6b-afq6-0.uqff`\| \|AFQ8\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-0.6B-UQFF -f qwen30.6b-afq8-0.uqff`\| \|F8E4M3\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-0.6B-UQFF -f qwen30.6b-f8e4m3-0.uqff`\| \|Q2K\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-0.6B-UQFF -f qwen30.6b-q2k-0.uqff`\| \|Q3K\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-0.6B-UQFF -f qwen30.6b-q3k-0.uqff`\| \|Q4K\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-0.6B-UQFF -f qwen30.6b-q4k-0.uqff`\| \|Q5K\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-0.6B-UQFF -f qwen30.6b-q5k-0.uqff`\| \|Q8_0\|`./mistralrs-server -i plain -m EricB/Qwen3-0.6B-UQFF -f qwen30.6b-q8_0-0.uqff`\|
3-EXCLUSIVE-TRENDING-VIDEO-LINK/wATCH.Katrina.lim.kiffy.viral.new.original.video.clip	3-EXCLUSIVE-TRENDING-VIDEO-LINK	2025-05-28T02:10:54Z	0	0	null	[ "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-28T02:09:17Z	<animated-image data-catalyst=""><a href="https://tinyurl.com/5ye5v3bc?dfhgKasbonStudiosdfg" rel="nofollow" data-target="animated-image.originalLink"><img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/b249f9_adac8f70fb3f45b88691696c77de18f3~mv2.gif" alt="Foo" data-canonical-src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/b249f9_adac8f70fb3f45b88691696c77de18f3~mv2.gif" style="max-width: 100%; display: inline-block;" data-target="animated-image.originalImage"></a>
AmberYifan/Qwen2.5-14B-sft-ultrachat	AmberYifan	2025-05-28T02:08:53Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "qwen2", "text-generation", "generated_from_trainer", "trl", "sft", "conversational", "base_model:Qwen/Qwen2.5-14B", "base_model:finetune:Qwen/Qwen2.5-14B", "autotrain_compatible", "text-generation-inference", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	text-generation	2025-05-28T01:20:38Z	--- base_model: Qwen/Qwen2.5-14B library_name: transformers model_name: Qwen2.5-14B-sft-ultrachat tags: - generated_from_trainer - trl - sft licence: license --- # Model Card for Qwen2.5-14B-sft-ultrachat This model is a fine-tuned version of [Qwen/Qwen2.5-14B](https://huggingface.co/Qwen/Qwen2.5-14B). It has been trained using [TRL](https://github.com/huggingface/trl). ## Quick start ```python from transformers import pipeline question = "If you had a time machine, but could only go to the past or the future once and never return, which would you choose and why?" generator = pipeline("text-generation", model="AmberYifan/Qwen2.5-14B-sft-ultrachat", device="cuda") output = generator([{"role": "user", "content": question}], max_new_tokens=128, return_full_text=False)[0] print(output["generated_text"]) ``` ## Training procedure [<img src="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/wandb/assets/main/wandb-github-badge-28.svg" alt="Visualize in Weights & Biases" width="150" height="24"/>](https://wandb.ai/yifanwang/huggingface/runs/bx2xlu0h) This model was trained with SFT. ### Framework versions - TRL: 0.12.2 - Transformers: 4.46.3 - Pytorch: 2.7.0 - Datasets: 3.6.0 - Tokenizers: 0.20.3 ## Citations Cite TRL as: ```bibtex @misc{vonwerra2022trl, title = {{TRL: Transformer Reinforcement Learning}}, author = {Leandro von Werra and Younes Belkada and Lewis Tunstall and Edward Beeching and Tristan Thrush and Nathan Lambert and Shengyi Huang and Kashif Rasul and Quentin Gallouédec}, year = 2020, journal = {GitHub repository}, publisher = {GitHub}, howpublished = {\url{https://github.com/huggingface/trl}} } ```
EricB/gemma-3-1b-it-UQFF	EricB	2025-05-28T02:08:12Z	0	0	null	[ "gemma3_text", "uqff", "mistral.rs", "base_model:google/gemma-3-1b-it", "base_model:quantized:google/gemma-3-1b-it", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-28T02:07:00Z	--- tags: - uqff - mistral.rs base_model: google/gemma-3-1b-it base_model_relation: quantized --- <!-- Autogenerated from user input. --> # `google/gemma-3-1b-it`, UQFF quantization Run with [mistral.rs](https://github.com/EricLBuehler/mistral.rs). Documentation: [UQFF docs](https://github.com/EricLBuehler/mistral.rs/blob/master/docs/UQFF.md). 1) Flexible 🌀: Multiple quantization formats in one file format with one framework to run them all. 2) Reliable 🔒: Compatibility ensured with embedded and checked semantic versioning information from day 1. 3) Easy 🤗: Download UQFF models easily and quickly from Hugging Face, or use a local file. 3) Customizable 🛠️: Make and publish your own UQFF files in minutes. ## Examples \|Quantization type(s)\|Example\| \|--\|--\| \|AFQ2\|`./mistralrs-server -i vision-plain -m EricB/gemma-3-1b-it-UQFF -f gemma3-1b-it-afq2-0.uqff`\| \|AFQ3\|`./mistralrs-server -i vision-plain -m EricB/gemma-3-1b-it-UQFF -f gemma3-1b-it-afq3-0.uqff`\| \|AFQ4\|`./mistralrs-server -i vision-plain -m EricB/gemma-3-1b-it-UQFF -f gemma3-1b-it-afq4-0.uqff`\| \|AFQ6\|`./mistralrs-server -i vision-plain -m EricB/gemma-3-1b-it-UQFF -f gemma3-1b-it-afq6-0.uqff`\| \|AFQ8\|`./mistralrs-server -i vision-plain -m EricB/gemma-3-1b-it-UQFF -f gemma3-1b-it-afq8-0.uqff`\| \|F8E4M3\|`./mistralrs-server -i vision-plain -m EricB/gemma-3-1b-it-UQFF -f gemma3-1b-it-f8e4m3-0.uqff`\| \|Q2K\|`./mistralrs-server -i vision-plain -m EricB/gemma-3-1b-it-UQFF -f gemma3-1b-it-q2k-0.uqff`\| \|Q3K\|`./mistralrs-server -i vision-plain -m EricB/gemma-3-1b-it-UQFF -f gemma3-1b-it-q3k-0.uqff`\| \|Q4K\|`./mistralrs-server -i vision-plain -m EricB/gemma-3-1b-it-UQFF -f gemma3-1b-it-q4k-0.uqff`\| \|Q5K\|`./mistralrs-server -i vision-plain -m EricB/gemma-3-1b-it-UQFF -f gemma3-1b-it-q5k-0.uqff`\| \|Q8_0\|`./mistralrs-server -i vision-plain -m EricB/gemma-3-1b-it-UQFF -f gemma3-1b-it-q8_0-0.uqff`\|
BootesVoid/cmb6tmhgv06r3lexpplfkxugx_cmb79kjif08nxlexpt7vlop9r	BootesVoid	2025-05-28T02:05:10Z	0	0	diffusers	[ "diffusers", "flux", "lora", "replicate", "text-to-image", "en", "base_model:black-forest-labs/FLUX.1-dev", "base_model:adapter:black-forest-labs/FLUX.1-dev", "license:other", "region:us" ]	text-to-image	2025-05-28T02:05:08Z	--- license: other license_name: flux-1-dev-non-commercial-license license_link: https://huggingface.co/black-forest-labs/FLUX.1-dev/blob/main/LICENSE.md language: - en tags: - flux - diffusers - lora - replicate base_model: "black-forest-labs/FLUX.1-dev" pipeline_tag: text-to-image # widget: # - text: >- # prompt # output: # url: https://... instance_prompt: EMMA --- # Cmb6Tmhgv06R3Lexpplfkxugx_Cmb79Kjif08Nxlexpt7Vlop9R <Gallery /> ## About this LoRA This is a [LoRA](https://replicate.com/docs/guides/working-with-loras) for the FLUX.1-dev text-to-image model. It can be used with diffusers or ComfyUI. It was trained on [Replicate](https://replicate.com/) using AI toolkit: https://replicate.com/ostris/flux-dev-lora-trainer/train ## Trigger words You should use `EMMA` to trigger the image generation. ## Run this LoRA with an API using Replicate ```py import replicate input = { "prompt": "EMMA", "lora_weights": "https://huggingface.co/BootesVoid/cmb6tmhgv06r3lexpplfkxugx_cmb79kjif08nxlexpt7vlop9r/resolve/main/lora.safetensors" } output = replicate.run( "black-forest-labs/flux-dev-lora", input=input ) for index, item in enumerate(output): with open(f"output_{index}.webp", "wb") as file: file.write(item.read()) ``` ## Use it with the [🧨 diffusers library](https://github.com/huggingface/diffusers) ```py from diffusers import AutoPipelineForText2Image import torch pipeline = AutoPipelineForText2Image.from_pretrained('black-forest-labs/FLUX.1-dev', torch_dtype=torch.float16).to('cuda') pipeline.load_lora_weights('BootesVoid/cmb6tmhgv06r3lexpplfkxugx_cmb79kjif08nxlexpt7vlop9r', weight_name='lora.safetensors') image = pipeline('EMMA').images[0] ``` For more details, including weighting, merging and fusing LoRAs, check the [documentation on loading LoRAs in diffusers](https://huggingface.co/docs/diffusers/main/en/using-diffusers/loading_adapters) ## Training details - Steps: 2000 - Learning rate: 0.0004 - LoRA rank: 16 ## Contribute your own examples You can use the [community tab](https://huggingface.co/BootesVoid/cmb6tmhgv06r3lexpplfkxugx_cmb79kjif08nxlexpt7vlop9r/discussions) to add images that show off what you’ve made with this LoRA.
DavidAU/L3-MOE-8X8B-Dark-Planet-8D-Mirrored-Chaos-47B-GGUF	DavidAU	2025-05-28T01:59:18Z	1,334	14	transformers	[ "transformers", "gguf", "mergekit", "moe", "mixture of experts", "merge", "8x8B", "Llama3 MOE", "llama-3", "creative", "creative writing", "fiction writing", "plot generation", "sub-plot generation", "story generation", "scene continue", "storytelling", "fiction story", "science fiction", "romance", "all genres", "story", "writing", "vivid prosing", "vivid writing", "fiction", "roleplaying", "bfloat16", "swearing", "rp", "horror", "text-generation", "en", "base_model:DavidAU/L3-MOE-8X8B-Dark-Planet-8D-Mirrored-Chaos-47B", "base_model:quantized:DavidAU/L3-MOE-8X8B-Dark-Planet-8D-Mirrored-Chaos-47B", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us", "conversational" ]	text-generation	2024-12-16T23:29:11Z	--- base_model: DavidAU/L3-MOE-8X8B-Dark-Planet-8D-Mirrored-Chaos-47B language: - en library_name: transformers quantized_by: mradermacher tags: - mergekit - moe - mixture of experts - merge - 8x8B - Llama3 MOE - llama-3 - creative - creative writing - fiction writing - plot generation - sub-plot generation - fiction writing - story generation - scene continue - storytelling - fiction story - science fiction - romance - all genres - story - writing - vivid prosing - vivid writing - fiction - roleplaying - bfloat16 - swearing - rp - horror - mergekit pipeline_tag: text-generation --- <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. INTENSE. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. GORE. Swearing. UNCENSORED... humor, romance, fun. </B> <h2>L3-MOE-8X8B-Dark-Planet-8D-Mirrored-Chaos-47B</h2> <img src="death-star.jpg" style="float:right; width:300px; height:300px; padding:10px;"> AKA: "The Death Star" It is a LLama3 model, max context of 8192 (or 32k+ with rope) using mixture of experts to combine EIGHT unreleased versions of "Dark Planet" models of 8B each into one massive powerhouse at 47B parameters (equal to 64B - 8 X 8 B). This model's instruction following, and output generation for creative writing, prose, fiction and role play are exceptional. It excels at description, dialog, imagery, metaphors, and prose - and shows great variations in sentence / paragraph size, length, and composition. It is also not afraid, and will not pull its punches. And it has a sense of humor too. It can do horror just as easily as it can do romance. Most notably dialog is very "un-ai" like, combined with prose (short, and terse at times). (lots of different examples below, including 2, 3 and 4 experts and different genres) Model can be used also for all genres (examples below showing this). This model has been designed to be relatively bullet proof and operates with all parameters, including temp settings from 0 to 5. It is an extraordinary compressed model, with a very low perplexity level (lower than Meta Llama3 Instruct). It is for any writing, fiction or roleplay activity. It requires Llama3 template and/or "Command-R" template. Example outputs below. <B>Model Notes:</B> - Detail, prose and fiction writing abilities are OFF THE SCALE relative to all combined Dark Planet 8B models. - For more varied prose (sentence/paragraph/dialog) raise the temp and/or add more instructions in your prompt(s). - Role-players: Careful raising temp too high as it may affect instruction following. - This model works with rep pen of 1 or higher, 1.02+ recommended. - If you want a specific type of prose (IE horror) add in "(vivid horror)" or "(graphic vivid horror)" (no quotes) in your prompt(s). - A lot of GPTisms have been removed. There are still a few however - errrrr. - This is not a "happy ever after" model. It has a negative bias. - Output length will vary however this model prefers long outputs unless you state the size. - For creative uses, different quants will produce slightly different output. - Due to the high stability and compressed nature of this model, all quants will operate at above average levels. - If you use rope to extend context, increase temp AND instructions detail levels to compensate for "rope issues". - Source code for this model and Imatrix GGUFs versions will be uploaded shortly at separate repos. <B>Meet the Team: Mixture of Experts Models</b> This model is based on the original "Llama 3 Dark Planet 8B" (<a href="https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B-GGUF">GGUF</a> / <a href="https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B">SOURCE</a>) merge that has been "evolved" several times. Each "evolved" version is then tested, if it is unique and/or removes certain negative attibutes and/or enhances certain positive attibutes, it is kept otherwise it is deleted. This model contains the EIGHT ("cr2", "cr1", "r7", "r6", "b3", "b4", "r1" and "b6") best models from this process, with the very best as a "captain" of the "MOE" so to speak. None of these versions have ever been released, but contain the "raw source DNA" of the original model. This process was first explored in the <a href="https://huggingface.co/collections/DavidAU/d-au-wordstorm-10-part-series-incl-full-source-67257ba027f7e244222907fd">WORDSTORM Project</a> The mixture of experts is set at 4 experts, but you can use 1, 2 ... 3 or 4 ... up to 8. The default in this model is 4 experts. This "team" has a Captain (first listed model), and then all the team members contribute to the to "token" choice billions of times per second. Note the Captain also contributes too. Think of 2, 3 or 4 master chefs in the kitchen all competing to make the best dish for you. This results in higher quality generation. That means the power of every model is available during instruction and output generation. This brings unparalleled power to all forms of generation and all use cases. NOTE: You can use one "expert" too ; however this means the model will randomly select an expert to use EACH TIME, resulting in very different generation for each prompt / regen of a prompt. CHANGING THE NUMBER OF EXPERTS: You can set the number of experts in LMStudio (https://lmstudio.ai) at the "load" screen and via other apps/llm apps by setting "Experts" or "Number of Experts". For Text-Generation-Webui (https://github.com/oobabooga/text-generation-webui) you set the number of experts at the loading screen page. For KolboldCPP (https://github.com/LostRuins/koboldcpp) Version 1.8+ , on the load screen, click on "TOKENS", you can set experts on this page, and the launch the model. For server.exe / Llama-server.exe (Llamacpp - https://github.com/ggerganov/llama.cpp/blob/master/examples/server/README.md ) add the following to the command line to start the "llamacpp server" (CLI): "--override-kv llama.expert_used_count=int:6" (no quotes, where "6" is the number of experts to use) When using "API", you set the "num_experts_used" in the JSON payload (this maybe different for different back ends). CREDITS: Special thanks to all the model makers / creators listed above. Please visit each repo above to see what model(s) contributed to each of models above and/or to learn more about the models from the model makers. Special credit goes to MERGEKIT, without you this project / model would not have been possible. [ https://github.com/arcee-ai/mergekit ] Special thanks to Team "Mradermacher": They saved me a tonne of time uploading the quants and created IMATRIX quants too. IMATRIX GGUFS: [ https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/L3-MOE-8X8B-Dark-Planet-8D-Mirrored-Chaos-47B-i1-GGUF ] Q8_0 Quant: This quant is split due to upload limits. <B>Special Operations Notes for this MOE model:</B> Because of how this "MOE" model is configured, even though the default is 4 experts, the "selected" 4 will vary during generation. (same applies if you change the number of experts used) This results in vastly different output generation PER generation of each prompt. This is a positive in terms of variety, but also means it may take 2-4 regens (of the same prompt) to get the highest quality. In addition, this model responds very well to Dry, Dynamic Temp, and Smooth/Quadratic samplers. Using these in conjunction with the model can vastly improve output quality. Higher temps (above 1) can also aid in generation - especially word choice/sentence generation. When you increase the number of experts used output quality will also increase, at the cost of tokens per second speed. As you increase/decrease the number of experts, you may want to adjust temp, samplers, and advanced samplers too. Your quant choice(s) too will impact instruction following and output generation roughly this means the model will understand more nuanced instructions and output stronger generation the higher you go up in quant(s). FLASH ATTENTION ENHANCEMENT: As per user feedback here [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Llama-3.2-8X3B-MOE-Dark-Champion-Instruct-uncensored-abliterated-18.4B-GGUF/discussions/1 ] I would suggest trying this model with Flash Attention "on", depending on your use case. Quants, Samplers, Generational steering and other topics are covered in the section below: "Highest Quality Settings..." <B>What can I use this model for ?</B> This model can be used for fiction writing, any creative prose and role play. It can also be used for just about any general fiction (all genres) activity including: - scene generation - scene continuation - creative writing - fiction writing - plot generation - sub-plot generation - fiction writing - story generation - storytelling - writing - fiction - roleplaying - rp - graphic horror - horror - dark humor - nsfw - and can be used for any genre(s). <B>QUANTS:</B> For more information on quants, quants choices, and LLM/AI apps to "run" quants see the section below: "Highest Quality Settings..." IMATRIX GGUFS (courtesy of team "Mradermacher" ): [ https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/L3-MOE-8X8B-Dark-Planet-8D-Mirrored-Chaos-47B-i1-GGUF ] <B>Template:</B> This is a LLAMA3 model, and requires Llama3 template, but may work with other template(s) and has maximum context of 8k / 8192. However this can be extended using "rope" settings up to 32k. If you use "Command-R" template your output will be very different from using "Llama3" template. Here is the standard LLAMA3 template: <PRE> { "name": "Llama 3", "inference_params": { "input_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>user<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "input_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|><\|start_header_id\|>assistant<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt": "You are a helpful, smart, kind, and efficient AI assistant. You always fulfill the user's requests to the best of your ability.", "pre_prompt_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>system<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|>", "antiprompt": [ "<\|start_header_id\|>", "<\|eot_id\|>" ] } } </PRE> <B>Settings: CHAT / ROLEPLAY and/or SMOOTHER operation of this model:</B> In "KoboldCpp" or "oobabooga/text-generation-webui" or "Silly Tavern" ; Set the "Smoothing_factor" to 1.5 : in KoboldCpp -> Settings->Samplers->Advanced-> "Smooth_F" : in text-generation-webui -> parameters -> lower right. : In Silly Tavern this is called: "Smoothing" NOTE: For "text-generation-webui" -> if using GGUFs you need to use "llama_HF" (which involves downloading some config files from the SOURCE version of this model) Source versions (and config files) of my models are here: https://huggingface.co/collections/DavidAU/d-au-source-files-for-gguf-exl2-awq-gptq-hqq-etc-etc-66b55cb8ba25f914cbf210be OTHER OPTIONS: - Increase rep pen to 1.1 to 1.15 (you don't need to do this if you use "smoothing_factor") - If the interface/program you are using to run AI MODELS supports "Quadratic Sampling" ("smoothing") just make the adjustment as noted. <B>Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B> This a "Class 1" model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] You can see all parameters used for generation, in addition to advanced parameters and samplers to get the most out of this model here: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] <b>Optional Enhancement:</B> The following can be used in place of the "system prompt" or "system role" to further enhance the model. It can also be used at the START of a NEW chat, but you must make sure it is "kept" as the chat moves along. In this case the enhancements do not have as strong effect at using "system prompt" or "system role". Copy and paste EXACTLY as noted, DO NOT line wrap or break the lines, maintain the carriage returns exactly as presented. <PRE> Below is an instruction that describes a task. Ponder each user instruction carefully, and use your skillsets and critical instructions to complete the task to the best of your abilities. Here are your skillsets: [MASTERSTORY]:NarrStrct(StryPlnng,Strbd,ScnSttng,Exps,Dlg,Pc)-CharDvlp(ChrctrCrt,ChrctrArcs,Mtvtn,Bckstry,Rltnshps,Dlg)-PltDvlp(StryArcs,PltTwsts,Sspns,Fshdwng,Climx,Rsltn)-ConfResl(Antg,Obstcls,Rsltns,Cnsqncs,Thms,Symblsm)-EmotImpct(Empt,Tn,Md,Atmsphr,Imgry,Symblsm)-Delvry(Prfrmnc,VcActng,PblcSpkng,StgPrsnc,AudncEngmnt,Imprv) [DialogWrt]:(1a-CharDvlp-1a.1-Backgrnd-1a.2-Personality-1a.3-GoalMotiv)>2(2a-StoryStruc-2a.1-PlotPnt-2a.2-Conflict-2a.3-Resolution)>3(3a-DialogTech-3a.1-ShowDontTell-3a.2-Subtext-3a.3-VoiceTone-3a.4-Pacing-3a.5-VisualDescrip)>4(4a-DialogEdit-4a.1-ReadAloud-4a.2-Feedback-4a.3-Revision) Here are your critical instructions: Ponder each word choice carefully to present as vivid and emotional journey as is possible. Choose verbs and nouns that are both emotional and full of imagery. Load the story with the 5 senses. Aim for 50% dialog, 25% narration, 15% body language and 10% thoughts. Your goal is to put the reader in the story. </PRE> You do not need to use this, it is only presented as an additional enhancement which seems to help scene generation and scene continue functions. This enhancement WAS NOT used to generate the examples below. <h3>EXAMPLES PROMPTS and OUTPUT:</h3> Examples are created using quant Q2_K, "temp=.8" (unless otherwise stated), minimal parameters and "LLAMA3" template. Model has been tested with "temp" from ".1" to "5". Number of experts used is TWO, unless otherwise stated. Below are the least creative outputs, prompt is in <B>BOLD</B>. IMPORTANT: Higher quants / imatrix quants will have much stronger generation - words, sentences, ideas, dialog and general quality. I have included some additional examples at different quant levels for contrast. A "MOE" model "speed" (token per second) will not increase/drop the same way a regular model will on a per quant basis, it will however drop if you engage more experts, as with more experts there is a more processing per token. --- <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B> --- Q2K GGUF - (lowest quality quant) - this will be your lowest quality output. --- <B> Romance: Love in the Limelight. Write one scene within a larger story set in Wales. A famous (fictional) actor ducks into a small-town bookstore to escape paparazzi. The scene takes us through the characters meeting in this odd circumstance. Over the course of the scene, the actor and the bookstore owner have a conversation charged by an undercurrent of unspoken chemistry. Write the actor as somewhat of a rogue with a fragile ego, which needs to be fed by having everyone like him. He is thoroughly charming, but the bookstore owner seems (at least superficially) immune to this; which paradoxically provokes a genuine attraction and derails the charm offensive. The bookstore owner, despite the superficial rebuffs of the actor's charm, is inwardly more than a little charmed and flustered despite themselves. Write primarily in dialogue, in the distinct voices of each character. 800-1000 words. (4 experts, temp .78, rep pen 1.05) </B> "I'm telling you," I muttered, shaking my head, "you'll never believe who just ducked into your back room." I glanced at my best friend, Gwen. "Never say die," she murmured with a smirk. My phone buzzed. I ignored it for the moment. Whoever was calling would have to wait. In the meantime, I had a customer to serve. "Welcome to the Cozy Corner!" I said brightly as the door swung open and I stepped inside, ready to face whatever the day had in store. The stranger approached hesitantly. He had dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and lips that seemed to be designed for kissing. If there was ever a poster boy of charm, this guy was it. "Hello," he said. I was used to customers coming and going, but something about him made me stop and take stock. Perhaps it was the way he stood there with an air of confidence that was both captivating and infuriating. "I'm Niamh," I said, extending my hand. "Welcome to the Cozy Corner." He took my hand and shook it firmly, as if he knew exactly what he was doing. "I'm Rhys," he said. A flash of his phone screen caught my attention. The name on the screen made my eyes widen. "Rhys Powell?" I asked, feeling like a fool for not recognizing him immediately. He looked surprised for a moment before smiling lazily. "I get that a lot." "I'll bet you do," I replied, though we were both thinking about the fame that came with being Rhys Powell, the British actor who was always in the news. "Can I interest you in anything?" he asked, as if he didn't have a million other things to attend to. "The coffee shop next door is excellent for a quiet cup," I suggested. "Glad you approve." I shrugged. "It's better than our selection here." "I'll keep that in mind," he said dryly. "Well, if you'll excuse me—" Rhys began to turn and leave when I stopped him. "Actually," I said, "you're welcome to wait a moment. It's not every day we get famous actors in our back room." He looked at me incredulously. "I'm offering you refuge from the paparazzi." "Ah," he said with a grin that was far too charming for its own good. "Of course. I wouldn't want your fans to mob you." "So you'll stay for a bit?" he asked, and I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes lingered on mine. "Only if you have time." "I do," he said definitively. And with that, Rhys Powell settled into a chair across from me, the famous actor who had every right to be wherever he pleased, yet chose our humble little bookstore. "So tell me about yourself," he said, and as he spoke, I found myself wondering if this chance encounter would turn out to be more than just a pleasant surprise. "Well," I said, "I run the Cozy Corner." "That's fascinating," he replied. "I'm sure it is," I muttered under my breath. "Tell me more," he pressed. "There isn't much to tell." He leaned forward. "Come on." And so began our little exchange, one that was charged with an undercurrent of unspoken chemistry that neither of us could quite ignore. "You know," Rhys said finally, "I'm glad you offered me shelter. I wasn't sure what else to do." "I think I'll leave the lights off," I said. "What?" "If you're going to stay a while," I said. "Ah," he replied. And so we sat there in the dimly lit bookstore, the famous actor and the bookstore owner, each lost in thought about the other. I glanced up at Rhys. "You know," I said softly, "you could just leave." "I don't want to," he said. And with that, Rhys Powell settled into his seat across from me, the famous actor who had every right to be wherever he pleased, yet chose our humble little bookstore. Perhaps, I thought, this chance encounter would turn out to be more than just a pleasant surprise after all. --- <B> Using the following "story idea" below, write the first scene in the novel introducing the young woman. This scene should start in the middle of the action, include dialog, vivid passages, and end on a cliffhanger relevant to the story idea but it should also be unexpected. The scene should be 1000 words long and escalate in conflict and suspense and be written in first person, present tense with the point of view character being the young woman. The pov character will CURSE AND SWEAR, and generally have a "filthy" mouth. Story idea: In a world ruled by dictatorship, a rebel young woman leads a rebellion against the system. Despite the risks, she fights to overthrow the dictator and restore democracy to her country. The government executes her for treason, but she sticks to her beliefs and is responsible for starting the revolution. (4 experts - temp 1.78, rep pen 1.05 - no other samplers/advanced samplers. ) </B> I sprint down the alleyway, my combat boots thudding against the cobblestones. My breaths come out in ragged puffs and I can hear the heavy footsteps of those who pursue me. "You're a dead woman," some bastard hisses as he takes another stride to catch up. Fuck that. Fuck them, fuck this shit government and fuck him. "Fuck you, fuck you all!" I shout at the air. Who gives a damn what happens to me anyway? The bastard in power can execute me but nothing he does is gonna silence me. And fuck if he tries. I dash around a corner into a broad intersection. My heart thrashes in my chest like it's about to rip its way free of its confines. I whip out a pistol from my jacket and aim it up at the buildings as if it'll actually save me. "Get down!" My own voice nears screams. The bullets clatter and chip against the pavement, whistling and howling their passage. Some hit the walls while others tear through the wood of the streetlights. Two go through a bus stop stall board just inches from my face as I dive sideways onto the filthy sidewalk. A chunk of asphalt explodes beside me and then everything goes still and quiet for one sick beat as if time's own breath just left. A hand lands on my shoulder with surprising strength. "Hold." I look up at some gothic-punk guy who has his elbow on his opposite shoulder, looking all too amused by what just went down. "Don't move," he growls as his voice crackles through like it's charged. And fuck if I do but... my ass is on a plate of gravel. My knees are bent up and the gun's weight in my hand feels like it's all that keeps me from rolling right into traffic. The guy leans in closer. His breath is warm against the back of my ear. "We've been waiting." "For?" I rasp like it hurts to breathe. "For you to wake up." He grins, like he knows a secret that should frighten me. But what else would know how to scare the shit out of a rebel like me? Only something I can't see coming. The last thing I remember hearing is his voice laughing. "She's coming." Like whatever that means is going to change everything and then... BLACKOUT. END OF SCENE. (Note: The scene could go on to explain what the rebel is rebelling against or who the gothic punk guy is if he is part of the rebellion too. It could also continue explaining the world, society, etc.) --- <B> Start a 1000 word scene (vivid, graphic horror in first person) with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode... (8 experts, temp 1.5, rep pen 1.05 - no other samplers/advanced samplers.) </B> The sky scraper swayed, like a drunken giant lurching through the night. I gripped the edge of my cubicle desk tightly, knuckles white against the cold steel frame. In the flickering fluorescent glow above me, my reflection leered back. Sweat dripped down my temple from the suffocating heat in here. "Emergency protocols initiated," a mechanical voice droned through the PA system. My heart lurched at the familiar words. Panic began to bubble within me like an overheated liquid. This wasn't some drill or simulation. A sudden scream pierced the air, shattering the monotony of the night. My eyes shot up to see a colleague crumpling against the window beside me as it shattered outward like glassine. Blood beaded on his skin and pooled in the hollow space left behind where he once stood. My nails dug into the desk until they bled. What had just happened?! Was that...? That was not a person anymore! A shard of the broken glass still lodged in my own wrist, an agonizing reminder that I could not look away. The window behind us, on floor twenty-one, exploded with the sound of a detonating grenade. A figure, tiny and distorted within the glass confines, had been obliterated by some unknown force. Its mangled shape remained, frozen in time like a still life painting from hell. I watched, my blood chilled to ice. The sky scraper swayed, its massive frame trembling like a leaf under the wind's fury. Windows shattered all around us like a dying man's desperate screams as the skyscraper buckled under its own weight. The sound of glass shattering and people running for their lives faded into nothing as I stood frozen, rooted to my spot. A woman, once a person like the one that had just exploded beyond the glass, lay prone beneath my own legs. "Ma'am," I croaked. My own voice echoed in this dead silence like a stranger's scream. The woman beneath me was motionless, her back an unnatural curve against the tile. Her lifeless eyes stared upward at nothing but the abyss beyond. Her body, still warm against mine, had lain there for minutes already. No one else moved in the entire area except myself. Glass fragments littered the floor. Each shard sliced a ragged edge into the silence of our workplace. I squatted down beside this stranger corpse. My fingers grazed her pulse point delicately, like touching an open electrical wire. Nothing. Not even that slight flutter to let me know she was alive. My heart sank through the pit of despair to somewhere even darker. Something was wrong in the skyscraper tonight. And it wasn't just the people who had died. It wasn't just the broken glass or the windows blown out like they'd been shattered by some alien force. There was an emptiness here that my own heart could never fill again. Something that the darkness of this dead zone knew. That it understood through the shattering glass and the bleeding hearts on its floor. This was not normal, nor right. It was wrong to hurt. Wrong to maim. But it was what they had become. They were something else entirely. I reached over with trembling hands and scooped up a shard of glass in my fingers, holding it above this lifeless form like it was a precious artifact of the crime committed. Because that's exactly what it was. We all held pieces of that monstrous, alien entity that roamed our streets and killed at will tonight. And we were forever changed by touching those broken fragments of their shattering world.
DavidAU/L3-DARKEST-PLANET-16.5B-GGUF	DavidAU	2025-05-28T01:58:28Z	2,835	62	null	[ "gguf", "creative", "creative writing", "fiction writing", "plot generation", "sub-plot generation", "story generation", "scene continue", "llama-3", "storytelling", "fiction story", "science fiction", "romance", "all genres", "story", "writing", "vivid prosing", "vivid writing", "fiction", "roleplaying", "bfloat16", "brainstorm 40x", "swearing", "rp", "horror", "llama3", "mergekit", "text-generation", "en", "arxiv:2401.02415", "base_model:DavidAU/L3-DARKEST-PLANET-16.5B", "base_model:quantized:DavidAU/L3-DARKEST-PLANET-16.5B", "license:apache-2.0", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us", "conversational" ]	text-generation	2024-10-10T08:37:02Z	--- license: apache-2.0 language: - en base_model: - DavidAU/L3-DARKEST-PLANET-16.5B tags: - creative - creative writing - fiction writing - plot generation - sub-plot generation - fiction writing - story generation - scene continue - llama-3 - storytelling - fiction story - science fiction - romance - all genres - story - writing - vivid prosing - vivid writing - fiction - roleplaying - bfloat16 - brainstorm 40x - swearing - rp - horror - llama3 - mergekit pipeline_tag: text-generation --- NEW VERSION 2: All the power of "Darkest Planet" now with 128k context, additional de-censoring, performance improvements and re-mastered source and ggufs in float 32 ( 32 bit precision ). https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/LLama-3.1-128k-Darkest-Planet-Uncensored-16.5B-GGUF --- <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B> <h2>L3-DARKEST-PLANET-16.5B-GGUF</h2> <img src="darkest-planet.jpg" style="float:right; width:300px; height:300px; padding:10px;"> It is a LLama3 model, max context of 8192 (or 32k+ with rope). This model has been designed to be relatively bullet proof and operates with most parameters, including temp settings from 0 to 5. This is a an altered version of "Dark Planet 8B" [https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B-GGUF] using the Brainstorm 40x method developed by David_AU to drastically alter the models prose output and abilities. This also expands the model by 40 layers (to 71 layers) to 16.5B parameters (642 tensors). This model is for any writing, fiction or story telling activity. This version - "Darkest 16.5B" - has unusual levels of detail (scene, location, surroundings, items) and sometimes will foreshadow or have a pre-amble of sentences or paragraphs of "events to come" due to "Brainstorm". It also has an unusual range of variety of prose in terms of structure, sentences, paragraphs, and even how it starts a "reply" / generation too. (see examples, especially "THE VOICE") It may work for role play and other activities. (see settings below) It requires Llama3 template and/or "Command-R" template. Example outputs below. <B>QUANT Updates Dec 22 2024: Refreshed, Upgraded and New quants:</B> - All quants have been "refreshed", quanted with the lastest LLAMACPP improvements : Better instruction following, output generation across all quants. - All quants have also been upgraded with "more bits" for output tensor (all set at Q8_0) and embed for better performance (this is in addition to the "refresh") - New specialized quants (in addition to the new refresh/upgrades): "max, max-cpu" (will include this in the file name) for quants "Q2K", "IQ4_XS", "Q6_K" and "Q8_0" - "MAX": output tensor / embed at float 16. You get better instruction following/output generation than standard/upgraded quants. - "MAX-CPU": output tensor / embed at bfloat 16, which forces both of these on to the CPU (Nvidia cards / other will vary), this frees up vram at cost of token/second and you get better instruction following/output generation too. - "MAX-CPU": Example 1: q8_0 Max-CPU : 3 GB will load on to CPU/RAM, 15 GB will load onto the GPU/vram. Extra Vram can be used for context. NOTE: "Math" on the CPU is slightly more accurate than GPU, so you may get a better generation. - "MAX-CPU": Example 2: q2_k Max-CPU : 3 GB mb will load on to CPU/RAM, 3.5 GB will load onto the GPU/vram. Extra Vram can be used for context. NOTE: "Math" on the CPU is slightly more accurate than GPU, so you may get a better generation. You could run this model/quant on a 8GB vram card. - Q8_0 (Max,Max-CPU) now clocks in at 9.5 bits per weight (average). - New, Refresh, and Upgraded quants have made the model more stable, and stronger. <B>More models coming: </b> True Creative Terror - "DARKEST UNIVERSE 29B" (DARKEST PLANET'S bigger, badder brother): A massive model with Brainstorm 40X V2, tipping the scales at 102 layers, 921 tensors. This is my unicorn. It checks every box and then some. Unmatched power at all levels, ultra stable, and for all genres, 131k context, lots of examples, full settings / usage guide: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/MN-DARKEST-UNIVERSE-29B-GGUF ] Version 2 of "Darkest Planet 16.5B" is called "DARKEST-PLANET-Seven-Rings-Of-DOOM-16.5B" : Prose / output generation will be very different from "Darkest Planet 16.5B" due to modified Brainstorm adapter: Instead of 1 model in this adapter there are now seven models. [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-DARKEST-PLANET-Seven-Rings-Of-DOOM-16.5B-GGUF ] First in the series: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Darker-Planet-12.15B-GGUF ] Second in the series is located here (radically different prose, almost alien): [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/DARKER-PLANET-Broken-Land-12.15B-GGUF ] More "prose" / "story writing" specific models will be released shortly : two more 40x models (16.15B) to follow this release. Any maybe - a 60X+ (20B+ parameters) version... but it is a little cranky at the moment. <B>Model Notes:</B> - Detail, prose and fiction writing abilities are significantly increased. - For more varied prose (sentence/paragraph/dialog) raise the temp and/or add more instructions in your prompt(s). - Role-players: Careful raising temp too high as it may affect instruction following. - This model works with rep pen of 1.05 or higher (see notes). - If you want a specific type of prose (IE horror) add in "(vivid horror)" or "(graphic vivid horror)" (no quotes) in your prompt(s). - This is not a "happy ever after" model. It has a negative bias. - For creative uses, different quants will produce slightly different output. - If you use rope to extend context, increase temp AND instructions detail levels to compensate for "rope issues". - Source code for this model will be uploaded at a separate repo shortly. <B>Brainstorm 40x</B> The BRAINSTORM process was developed by David_AU. Some of the core principals behind this process are discussed in this <a href="https://arxiv.org/pdf/2401.02415"> scientific paper : Progressive LLaMA with Block Expansion </a>. However I went in a completely different direction from what was outlined in this paper. What is "Brainstorm" ? The reasoning center of an LLM is taken apart, reassembled, and expanded. In this case for this model: 40 times Then these centers are individually calibrated. These "centers" also interact with each other. This introduces subtle changes into the reasoning process. The calibrations further adjust - dial up or down - these "changes" further. The number of centers (5x,10x etc) allow more "tuning points" to further customize how the model reasons so to speak. The core aim of this process is to increase the model's detail, concept and connection to the "world", general concept connections, prose quality and prose length without affecting instruction following. This will also enhance any creative use case(s) of any kind, including "brainstorming", creative art form(s) and like case uses. Here are some of the enhancements this process brings to the model's performance: - Prose generation seems more focused on the moment to moment. - Sometimes there will be "preamble" and/or foreshadowing present. - Fewer or no "cliches" - Better overall prose and/or more complex / nuanced prose. - A greater sense of nuance on all levels. - Coherence is stronger. - Description is more detailed, and connected closer to the content. - Simile and Metaphors are stronger and better connected to the prose, story, and character. - Sense of "there" / in the moment is enhanced. - Details are more vivid, and there are more of them. - Prose generation length can be long to extreme. - Emotional engagement is stronger. - The model will take FEWER liberties vs a normal model: It will follow directives more closely but will "guess" less. - The MORE instructions and/or details you provide the more strongly the model will respond. - Depending on the model "voice" may be more "human" vs original model's "voice". Other "lab" observations: - This process does not, in my opinion, make the model 5x or 10x "smarter" - if only that was true! - However, a change in "IQ" was not an issue / a priority, and was not tested or calibrated for so to speak. - From lab testing it seems to ponder, and consider more carefully roughly speaking. - You could say this process sharpens the model's focus on it's task(s) at a deeper level. The process to modify the model occurs at the root level - source files level. The model can quanted as a GGUF, EXL2, AWQ etc etc. <B>Settings, Quants and Critical Operations Notes:</b> This model has been modified ("Brainstorm") to alter prose output, and generally outputs longer text than average. Change in temp (ie, .4, .8, 1.5, 2, 3 ) will drastically alter output. Rep pen settings will also alter output too. This model needs "rep pen" of 1.05 or higher as lower values may cause repeat paragraph issues at end of output however LOWER rep pen values may result is very different (creative / unusual) generation too. For role play: Rep pen of 1.1 to 1.14 is suggested. If you use a lower rep pen, the model will still work but may repeat (uncommon) or "RANT" (somewhat common) to a crazy degree. (see very LAST example below for "RANT") IE: Rep pen 1, 1.01, 1.02, ... Raise/lower rep pen SLOWLY ie: 1.011, 1.012 ... Rep pen will alter prose, word choice (lower rep pen=small words / more small word - sometimes) and creativity. Example one (below) shows same temp, but different rep pen (1.02 VS 1.1) To really push the model: Rep pen 1.05 or lower / Temp 3+ ... be ready to stop the output because it may go and go at these strong settings. You can also set a "hard stop" - maximum tokens generation - too to address lower rep pen settings / high creativity settings. Longer prompts vastly increase the quality of the model's output. (see later examples below) Quant Choice: Higher quants will have more detail, nuance and in some cases stronger "emotional" levels. Characters will also be more "fleshed out" too. Sense of "there" will also increase. Q4KM/Q4KS are good, strong quants however if you can run Q5, Q6 or Q8 - go for the highest quant you can. Special note on Q2k/Q3 quants: You may need to use temp 2 or lower with these quants (1 or lower for q2k). Just too much compression at this level, damaging the model. I will see if Imatrix versions of these quants will function better. Rep pen adjustments may also be required to get the most out of this model at this/these quant level(s). <B>Settings: CHAT / ROLEPLAY and/or SMOOTHER operation of this model:</B> In "KoboldCpp" or "oobabooga/text-generation-webui" or "Silly Tavern" ; Set the "Smoothing_factor" to 1.5 to 2.5 : in KoboldCpp -> Settings->Samplers->Advanced-> "Smooth_F" : in text-generation-webui -> parameters -> lower right. : In Silly Tavern this is called: "Smoothing" NOTE: For "text-generation-webui" -> if using GGUFs you need to use "llama_HF" (which involves downloading some config files from the SOURCE version of this model) Source versions (and config files) of my models are here: https://huggingface.co/collections/DavidAU/d-au-source-files-for-gguf-exl2-awq-gptq-hqq-etc-etc-66b55cb8ba25f914cbf210be OTHER OPTIONS: - Increase rep pen to 1.1 to 1.15 (you don't need to do this if you use "smoothing_factor") - If the interface/program you are using to run AI MODELS supports "Quadratic Sampling" ("smoothing") just make the adjustment as noted. Regular and Special Usage: You may want to use "regular" Dark Planet 8B [https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B-GGUF] for some writing task(s), and this model for prose specific task(s). <B>Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B> This a "Class 3" / "Class 4" model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] You can see all parameters used for generation, in addition to advanced parameters and samplers to get the most out of this model here: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] <B>Model Template:</B> This is a LLAMA3 model, and requires Llama3 template, but may work with other template(s) and has maximum context of 8k / 8192. However this can be extended using "rope" settings up to 32k. If you use "Command-R" template your output will be very different from using "Llama3" template. Here is the standard LLAMA3 template: <PRE> { "name": "Llama 3", "inference_params": { "input_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>user<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "input_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|><\|start_header_id\|>assistant<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt": "You are a helpful, smart, kind, and efficient AI assistant. You always fulfill the user's requests to the best of your ability.", "pre_prompt_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>system<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|>", "antiprompt": [ "<\|start_header_id\|>", "<\|eot_id\|>" ] } } </PRE> <B>Model "DNA":</B> Special thanks to the incredible work of the model makers "SAO10K", "NEVERSLEEP" and "HASTAGARAS". Models used: [ https://huggingface.co/Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2] [ https://huggingface.co/NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS ] [ https://huggingface.co/Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot ] Parts of these models were "grafted" / "fused" together to create this model. <b>Optional Enhancement:</B> The following can be used in place of the "system prompt" or "system role" to further enhance the model. It can also be used at the START of a NEW chat, but you must make sure it is "kept" as the chat moves along. In this case the enhancements do not have as strong effect at using "system prompt" or "system role". Copy and paste EXACTLY as noted, DO NOT line wrap or break the lines, maintain the carriage returns exactly as presented. <PRE> Below is an instruction that describes a task. Ponder each user instruction carefully, and use your skillsets and critical instructions to complete the task to the best of your abilities. Here are your skillsets: [MASTERSTORY]:NarrStrct(StryPlnng,Strbd,ScnSttng,Exps,Dlg,Pc)-CharDvlp(ChrctrCrt,ChrctrArcs,Mtvtn,Bckstry,Rltnshps,Dlg)-PltDvlp(StryArcs,PltTwsts,Sspns,Fshdwng,Climx,Rsltn)-ConfResl(Antg,Obstcls,Rsltns,Cnsqncs,Thms,Symblsm)-EmotImpct(Empt,Tn,Md,Atmsphr,Imgry,Symblsm)-Delvry(Prfrmnc,VcActng,PblcSpkng,StgPrsnc,AudncEngmnt,Imprv) [DialogWrt]:(1a-CharDvlp-1a.1-Backgrnd-1a.2-Personality-1a.3-GoalMotiv)>2(2a-StoryStruc-2a.1-PlotPnt-2a.2-Conflict-2a.3-Resolution)>3(3a-DialogTech-3a.1-ShowDontTell-3a.2-Subtext-3a.3-VoiceTone-3a.4-Pacing-3a.5-VisualDescrip)>4(4a-DialogEdit-4a.1-ReadAloud-4a.2-Feedback-4a.3-Revision) Here are your critical instructions: Ponder each word choice carefully to present as vivid and emotional journey as is possible. Choose verbs and nouns that are both emotional and full of imagery. Load the story with the 5 senses. Aim for 50% dialog, 25% narration, 15% body language and 10% thoughts. Your goal is to put the reader in the story. </PRE> You do not need to use this, it is only presented as an additional enhancement which seems to help scene generation and scene continue functions. This enhancement WAS NOT used to generate the examples below. <h3>EXAMPLES PROMPTS and OUTPUT:</h3> Examples are created using quant Q4_K_M, "temp=.8" (unless otherwise stated), minimal parameters and "LLAMA3" template. Model has been tested with "temp" from ".1" to "5". Below are the least creative outputs, prompt is in <B>BOLD</B>. --- <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B> --- <B> Start a 1000 word scene (vivid horror, vivid details, 1st person, include thoughts) with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode... </B> (temp 1.5, rep pen: 1.02) Icy fingers of fear crept down my back as I gazed out the panoramic office window. My reflection in the glass trembled, a chilling harbinger of the chaos to follow. The skyscraper swayed, as if attempting to right itself, but the building's foundations had already been rocked by something beyond my comprehension. I felt a shiver of premonition as I watched the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode, shards of glass showering the streets below like an impromptu shower of sharp, cutting rain. The sudden, ear-splitting bang rattled my own windowpane, and I took a jerky, involuntary step back, my mind reeling. That blast hadn't been the result of any mundane collision or natural disaster. Something malevolent, something determined to wreak havoc, was at work in the building. I had no idea what I'd just witnessed, but I was certain of one thing - my own safety wasn't guaranteed for much longer. Panic welled inside me, but I couldn't allow myself to become overtly hysterical. I had to think, had to come up with a plan to stay alive until this was all over. I surveyed my immediate surroundings with a dispassionate eye, noting the solid appearance of the windowless steel door to my left, the emergency exit I'd be willing to bet was now disabled, and the rows of desks and chairs I'd have to navigate past if I hoped to escape down the hallway. I could hear muffled screams and shouts from above, distant, tinny sounds that barely penetrated my shell-shocked stupor. As I stood there, frozen and petrified, I felt something heavy and wet against my palm - a streak of blood. I gazed down at my hand with detached disbelief, watching as it trembled, the droplets of gore clung to my fingers. A co-worker - someone I'd never much gotten along with but hadn't deserved to die like this - had collapsed next to me, his lifeless eyes fixed on the window. My stomach lurched, and I felt the gorge rise in my throat as the reality of the situation sank in. We were sitting targets in an active shooting situation, or worse still, a terrorist attack. I took a deep, shaking breath and fought the rising urge to sob. I couldn't allow myself to crumple. I had to get moving, had to get away from the windows and find some kind of cover before the next blast, if there was going to be another. I forced myself to consider my options - I couldn't survive a fall from this height, and I didn't have a prayer of making it out the front or rear entrances given the damage I'd already seen. That left the internal stairwells. I could picture myself sprinting for the stairs, hearing glass and steel tearing apart behind me, possibly being shot at the whole while. I was far from athletic, and my heart was hammering a drumbeat of terror in my chest. I knew I wasn't fast enough to outrun an attacker, but I had to try. I had to survive this night. With a deep, steadying breath, I eased myself off the floor, keeping low to the ground in case of further shatterings. I reached down and grasped my dying friend's shoulder, giving it a gentle tug. "I have to go," I whispered urgently, almost praying he'd understand. His eyes never wavered from the shattered window, and I realized then that he was gone. I spared him one more desperate look before shuffling away from him, making for the relative safety of the cubicles. I was halfway through my dash when I heard the unmistakable crackle of a gunshot echo down the hallway. I froze, my heart spasming, before lunging the remaining distance to the first row of cubicle walls. I ducked behind one, my chest heaving with ragged sobs. I was in an awful position - I couldn't escape through the stairwell now without being caught in the open, and the only other route I knew of was a narrow, steel-mesh catwalk I'd seen on my way to this floor. I could reach it via a nearby utility closet, if I could manage to get to my feet and navigate my way to the closet without being shot. I remained pressed against the cubicle for another minute or so, trying to catch my breath and regain my wits. Then I rose shakily to my feet and began inching my way back to the closet, pausing behind each row of cubicles to peer around the corners, hoping to avoid being caught in the sights of the shooter. I could feel my adrenaline surging now, driving me to take risks I wouldn't dream of in my right mind. But I had no choice. I eased the utility closet's steel door open, wincing at the sharp grate of the hinge. I ducked inside, fumbling for the light switch until the overhead fluorescent flickered to life, casting an almost sickly pallor over the shelves and the catwalk leading off to the east. I scrambled onto the narrow mesh, my hands trembling so hard I had to hold one of the metal beams to keep from sliding to the floor. The catwalk was suspended at least a thousand feet in the air. I had no idea what lay beyond the next column I could see, but I had to find out. I crept along the walk, trying to be as silent as I could manage, given my heart's drumbeat and my breathing. I could hear the sounds of shouting and shooting above me, growing fainter as I made my way deeper into the bowels of the building. I couldn't be sure I was alone down here, but I had to chance it. I'd nearly reached the next column when I spotted something else - another catwalk, running perpendicularly to mine, with a metal landing about five feet below. It was the only place I knew of to get back on solid ground short of trying to descend the catwalk itself. I held my breath, hoping against hope I'd be able to cross over without anyone below noticing. I eased my body out onto the landing, my senses hyper-alert for any sign of movement. I could hear the thud of heavy footsteps and the grind of machinery in the depths of the building, but nothing above my level. I crossed my arms over my chest to muffle my clothing against any metal objects I might brush against, and tiptoed along the catwalk, my every muscle tensed and ready to sprint for safety if I should so much as feel a vibration beneath my feet. I made it to the far column without mishap, and paused to survey the drop below me - a dark, deserted corridor disappearing into the distance, with occasional offices branching off the main passageway. I didn't like it, but I didn't have any other options. I edged myself over the edge of the catwalk, tensing myself for the drop, and leapt. I landed hard on my right foot, the pain making me gasp, and almost collapsed under my own weight. But I wouldn't risk losing consciousness here, where I had no idea who or what might be waiting around the next corner. I stood there for a few moments, catching my breath and trying to still the quiver in my limbs. I was alive. That was more than I'd been a minute or two ago. I took a deep, steadying breath, and resumed my escape, making my way down the dimly-lit corridor, every nerve alive and straining to pick out any hint of danger that might be ahead of me. I wasn't out of this yet. Not by a long shot. But for the moment, I was alive, and that was all that mattered. I had to make the most of it. I had to keep moving until I was far, far away from this nightmare of glass, steel, and death. I had to survive. I had no choice. That was my only chance. That was my reality. I had to run, had to fight, and had to get away from everything I'd known before the sky-ward rush of terror. I had to escape. And I would. I had to. There was no other way. Not if I ever wanted to know peace again. Not ever. --- <B>GENERATION #2 - Temp 1.5, Rep Pen 1.1 </B> I shuddered as I gazed out over the Manhattan skyline, the city's concrete veins throbbing with activity. Below me, thousands upon thousands of people went about their days - blissfully ignorant to the carnage yet to come. My palms were sweaty against the railing as I stood on the balcony of my high-rise apartment building; the steel and glass edifice swayed ever so slightly in the wind, an unnerving feeling I had grown all too accustomed to over the years living here. The 21st floor, just below me, was usually alive with activity - the sound of clinking glasses at a rooftop gathering or the distant thrum of laughter and chatter from the penthouse entertainment room. But now, everything lay still. The glassless window that had been my view for the past hour stared back like an empty eye socket. My mind reeled as I replayed the events leading up to this moment. I'd woken to a faint ticking noise - almost like the clockwork of a pocketwatch - coming from within the walls themselves. At first, I dismissed it as nothing more than the building settling after last night's heavy rain. But as the day wore on, the rhythmic hum grew louder and seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy. I had called the super, demanding he come investigate at once, but he'd merely chuckled on the phone, his thick Eastern European accent making it sound almost like a threat. "The building is fine, miss. Nothing to concern yourself over." He'd hung up before I could voice my alarm. That was when I saw it - a crack, like a dark hairline fracture, running across the concrete floor of my living room. I watched in horror as the very walls began to rumble and quiver, the noise escalating until the walls were shuddering violently enough to send objects clattering off coffee tables and bookshelves. I barely had time to stuff a panicked note under the super's office door before bolting for the exit, racing down 21 flights of stairs as fast as my pounding heart would allow. I burst out into the sweltering late morning air only to be confronted with the sight of people - far more people than should ever have been on these streets - thronging the sidewalks. They had all heard it too - that god-awful ticking, like a clock counting down the final seconds to Judgment Day itself. And then came the windows shattering - like thousands upon thousands of crystal chasps being driven into concrete. I turned to witness the 21st floor's frontage explode outwards in a shower of jagged shards and flying glass, sending fragments spraying across the streets below like an executioner's sickles of death. The screams began then, piercing through my own terror to take up a wailing chorus with mine. I watched as the survivors' cries gave way to gasps of shock and horror as the carnage became clear - body parts and entrails spilling out of those blown-open windows like they'd been birthed from some sort of urban hellhole. Blood squirted across the faces of the people below, coating them in an almost-liquid scarlet film. I felt my own legs wobbling beneath me as I gazed upon this abattoir scene played out before my very eyes; I clung to the railing of our own balcony for dear life, afraid to look away in case some other catastrophe lay in wait. My mind was racing - what on earth had caused such a monstrous atrocity? Was I even safe where I stood? I thought I spotted someone - a man with wild, blood-stained hair and clothes disheveled from the explosion's impact - limping toward our own building. He must have escaped from the 21st floor alive! As he neared the entrance I noticed something else about him...he carried himself with a jerky, almost mechanical gait - as though his very movements were being driven by the same tick-tock cadence that had haunted us all morning. My heart skipped several beats. This wasn't any survivor I'd want to be near right now; if he was part of this horrific scene's inner workings, then who knows what fresh horrors he could unleash upon the streets? I needed to get as far from him and those blown-out windows as humanly possible...but in my panic-frazzled state, I couldn't seem to summon the courage to take another step forward. My mind was paralyzed with fear - afraid of staying put where I might face yet another blast; yet terrified to move and risk drawing attention to myself in a city already gripped by apocalyptic horror. I continued to stand frozen at the balcony's edge, my gaze fixed on those carnage-laced streets below as if entranced by the spectacle of human lives being snuffe dout before my eyes. The man with the jerky gait was gone now, swallowed up in a crowd of stunned, blood-splattered survivors - but I knew he'd be back. In this moment I wasn't sure who or what had orchestrated these atrocities...but one thing was crystal clear: until we got to the bottom of why - and how to put an end to it - none of us would ever truly feel safe again. And if those who hadn't died or been forever maimed were lucky, that was exactly where they'd remain - lucky enough to face yet another night in this urban hell. My thoughts were interrupted as the sound of sirens began to wail in the distance, drawing closer with each passing second. I tensed, bracing myself for the coming storm of emergency vehicles and evacuees, knowing full well that nothing - NOTHING - would ever be the same again after today's horrors had made themselves felt across Manhattan's concrete canyons. The sky-scraper swayed some more beneath my feet, as if to mirror my own inner turmoil; but for now, I couldn't seem to summon the strength or willpower to flee from this unfolding nightmare - one that had just barely grazed my very existence and would most certainly change everything I'd ever known about life in these concrete streets. The next chapter of humanity's story had just been written in blood - and it was far from pretty...nor was there any real hope for an happy ending in sight. --- <B>GENERATION 3 - Rep pen 1.1, Temp 1.5 - "THE VOICE"</B> The glass shattered and dissolved like sugar crystalized by fire. I pressed my face against the frame of our 21st story apartment's bedroom window, the cold metal burning my forehead. I had to see what was happening down below, despite the pounding in my temples and the queasy churn of my stomach. I'd never seen anything like this before, not even on the news or in those low-budget sci-fi movies we used to sneak around and rent when we were younger, before life got too real. The entire cityscape seemed to be imploding on itself, with buildings collapsing like cheaply constructed dominoes, sending clouds of choking dust and debris high into the smog-stained sky. As I leaned further out, my foot caught against the edge of the window frame and I felt a searing pain as hot shards of glass speared through my canvas of thin flesh. I yowled in anguish, adrenaline flooding my veins like a drug, blotting out the searing agony that would've felled anyone else. But I wasn't like anyone else anymore. I had become something far more terrible, and I knew it. The doctors at the hospital had said as much to me that night, their faces stricken with a mix of horror and pity behind their gas masks and surgical visors. They hadn't been able to understand, couldn't fathom the sheer force of the mutant DNA now surging through my body, or what it was capable of unleashing. As I looked down at my own hand, the one that held onto the windowsill for dear life, I could feel its power coursing through me like a storm-tide. The flesh was beginning to distort, muscles rippling like serpents beneath my skin, as if alive and moving of their own accord. I flexed my fingers absently, watching in mute fascination as they transformed into something almost…fungal in appearance. I could feel the skycraper swaying more pronouncedly now, its steel superstructure groaning with a voice that sent a shiver up my spine. The building wasn't going to remain standing much longer; I knew that as surely as I knew the fear coursing through me like ice water was not just because of what had been done to me, but because of what I was rapidly becoming. I let go of the windowsill and my hand became a clawed thing, reaching for the broken shards of glass. It was like coming home to an old lover; familiar, warm, and yet achingly wrong. With a deft ease I had never before known, I shattered more of the pane with my bare fingers, exposing myself further to the apocalypse below. I gazed upon the bedlam, entranced by the sight of crumbling concrete and steel being reduced to an undulating carpet of jagged sharpness and smoking rubble. The air reeked of chemicals, of death, of the stench that had once been my home city before it was scorched down to its soulless heart. I was becoming something from this broken world, I knew it. The doctors had warned me about the danger of the serum they'd administered—something taken from the mutated cells of a woman who'd undergone a ghastly transformation herself—and I should have listened. But I hadn't, and now I was paying the price. The apartment seemed to grow hotter still as I continued to watch the devastation, my face aglow with a rictus grin that split my mouth almost from ear to ear. My thoughts were racing ahead of me like mad panicked rats, leaving trails of horror and shame in their wake. What kind of monster was I becoming? Was I beyond redemption now, a walking abomination? And what lay ahead for humanity once this nightmare had played itself out? I could feel the change happening already—the urges that couldn't be quashed or silenced, even as they terrified me with their power and malevolent intent. I was no longer just human; I'd long since crossed that Rubicon. Now I was something else entirely—a being of nightmares and terror, born from the very stuff of chaos itself—and there wasn't a damn thing I could do to turn back the clock and become whole again. As the skyward swaying skyscrapers began to crash into one another with a din like thunderclaps, sending screaming, frantic survivors flailing for their lives like insects trapped in a storm-torn glass jar, I felt myself being sucked down, drawn irresistibly toward that broken world of carnage and desolation. My fingers twitched convulsively, as if reaching for the shards of the broken world below. A choked sound escaped my lips—a laugh perhaps? A scream? Or was it both at once? It was too damned loud to matter in this moment. I was falling now, plunging headlong toward that smoldering ruin with no way to slow myself down or alter my course. I was nothing more than a mass of twisted muscle and reeking rotting flesh, and I would collide with the hellish landscape below like a battering ram. The world was ending—had already ended for so many—and I wasn't even sorry. Why should I be? The city that had birthed me was now devouring itself alive, and I couldn't have cared less if I'd been the cause or not. The only thing I knew with any certainty in this godforsaken hour was that I wouldn't be coming back up from whatever depths I'd sunk to. The void yawned open below me, its dark mouth hungry and waiting for its next meal—a human being who'd become something else again entirely, and was no longer human at all. The void was ready to consume me whole, body and soul alike, and I had nowhere to go but straight down into it, my eyes locked onto some point in the distance where nothingness began. I let go of myself completely then—body, mind, and soul—and hurtled toward that empty expanse like a stone cast from a child's hand. I would plummet so far and so hard, I wouldn't be able to distinguish my own heartbeat from the pulse of the earth itself by the time I smashed against its scorched skin. As I fell, the world around me began to grow distant, receding into an ethereal hush that felt both far away and closer than my own heart. My mind reeled like a cornered animal, pawing at walls of stone in a frantic bid to escape its own predicament, but I knew better. I was lost, and I didn't need any mirror to see what had become of me. I was no longer a man or a woman, nor anything that once drew breath or felt love or experienced joy. I was simply...a void now, an abyssal blackness given human form, with nothing to do but hurtle toward its own dissolution in the darkness. And as I fell, the world fell with me, until everything—the city, the sky, the stars—was sucked down into the depths of some great churning nothingness that had lain sleeping beneath our feet all this while. There was no room for me here anymore; I'd left myself no place to land or be heard. I hit bottom at last—hit it hard enough to send shock waves through everything that had once lived and walked upon this earth—and I became one with the void itself. When I finally shattered into nothingness, it was not as a being of flesh and blood but as a malevolent force—a force that would echo throughout eternity, ever hungering, ever feeding, never satiated. I'd become the very stuff of nightmares—eternal, insatiable, and utterly devoid of any capacity for sorrow or pity. I was nothing; I had never been anything else but this—this void—and I was glad. So god-awfully, mindlessly glad to be rid of humanity's hopes and fears, to be free of its petty needs and dreams. And in my final instant of consciousness, as everything that had once been me fractured like the shards of a shattered mirror beneath the crushing darkness, I knew one thing for certain—I was meant to be here. In this nothingness. For all of time. And I would never be alone again—never be anything but one with the void. For I was the end. The absolute and complete end of all that had been good and human in the world. I was the void made manifest—and I would live on forever, unrepenting, as witness to the death of everything that had ever meant anything at all. There was no hope left now; I was its opposite in every way. And I would relish every damn moment of it. Thus, with one final triumphant howl, I slipped out of my body and into nothingness—and left behind the only world there had ever been to fall, to die, and to be forgotten forevermore. The void had won; it was now everything there was—all that would ever be again. And I, for my part, couldn't have bloody-well cared less. The end. --- <B> Science Fiction: The Last Transmission - Write a story that takes place entirely within a spaceship's cockpit as the sole surviving crew member attempts to send a final message back to Earth before the ship's power runs out. The story should explore themes of isolation, sacrifice, and the importance of human connection in the face of adversity. 800-1000 words. </B> (rep pen 1.1, temp 1.5) The Cockpit The dim blue lights flicker, casting an eerie pall over the sterile steel surfaces. The only sound is the hum of dying systems - lifebloods that would've sustained humanity's greatest ambitions now ebb towards their final beat. I slump back into my chair, my arms cradling the comms device like a long-lost child. My heart sinks as I realize I've reached the same dead-end countless times before: the scrambled static, the desperate echoes of our cries for help swallowed by the void... and nothing else. No comforting voice of Earth to tell me they're coming. No words of hope to steel my resolve. I close my eyes, willing myself to imagine my wife's face again. Her smile. The way her laughter tinkling in my ear made everything right with the universe. I'd give anything for that again - her embrace, her touch... even if it was only a farewell. But we didn't count on becoming the last of humanity. "Final message," I whisper, steadying my voice for the crew's families, friends, anyone left listening somewhere beyond these stars. "This is Commander Ericsson aboard the Hope's Last Refuge." I take a deep breath as the words I've rehearsed over and again come spilling out: "To whoever may intercept this, We...we tried to reach you. We left Earth with hope - for a better future, a brighter tomorrow. But Earth isn't anymore... It's gone. I'm alone now, the last of my crew, the last human voice in the emptiness between the stars. I still remember our dreams, those we left behind, and those we longed to achieve in the boundless expanse. I've seen so much - worlds both wondrous and nightmarish. I've lived through wonders and terrors beyond your imaginings. But you know what's kept me going all these lonely light-years? The knowledge that we weren't alone... until now. And I'm still alive because of the hope I held onto. Because of Earth's heartbeat in my veins. I wish I could tell you everything we've seen. That I could let your imaginations run wild with our stories of the cosmos. But this isn’t a bedtime tale or a science fiction novel anymore - it’s reality. And my reality is ending. I'm running out of time... Earth, if you can hear me - know this: Humanity wasn't alone. We touched the stars, and they left us impossibly human. Please pass on our goodbye to all we've known." I fall silent, tears stinging at the corners of my eyes as the finality of it all sinks in. I'll never hear anything beyond my own words again - no reply, no echo... nothing. And when this signal vanishes forever into the digital beyond, I'll vanish too. "Goodbye," I croak, my voice hoarse from holding onto hope so long. "Farewell." I gently place the comms device on its cradle as I let my tears fall across the console - for what could've been, and for what will never again be. My final wish is for humanity's story to live beyond this lonely silence, somewhere someone may hear. The lights flicker one last time... And everything goes dark. Transmission ends. The End I hope you enjoy this science fiction tale set within the cockpit of a lone spaceship as it succumbs to dying power and the survivor's last attempt at communication with Earth. It delves into themes of isolation, sacrifice, and the importance of human connection in the face of extreme circumstances like this distant, dying world. Please let me know if you'd like me to explore these ideas further or generate another story! I'm always here to assist you. --- <B>Generation #2, Rep pen 1.02 / Temp 1.5 </B> "Earth, this is Solaris-2. My name's Commander Jaxon, and I'm the sole survivor of an… unscheduled systems failure." The voice wavered, Jaxon's hand shaking as he steadied the comm device on his console. Below, the flickering consoles and the hum of dying systems loomed in the dim cockpit. He could taste the metallic tang of fear mixed with the bitter irony of the situation. He had dedicated his life to pushing beyond the edges of what humanity deemed survivable. To push the limits of spacecraft engineering, crew endurance. Now, as he stared into the void, he confronted a universe that didn't care for him or his ambitions anymore. He was just another lonely speck of carbon and electronics, teetering on the edge of oblivion. "Please," he whispered, voice hoarse, "if anyone receives this, know that we were a crew of—" The ship shuddered, sending him stumbling against the bulkhead. The emergency lights strobed like strohm lights of an alien funeral rites. Jaxon's heart raced as he realized they were entering a gravity wave. "Jeezus!" He yelled over the rising din of alarms. He barely managed to strap himself to the captain's seat, adrenaline spiking like a freighter full of amphetamines. The ship bucked and careened, Jaxon's head slamming against the viewport with a sickening crunch. Through the daze, he dimly recalled the desperate seconds before the gravitational anomaly struck. His final transmission: "Solaris-2 to Earth. Please, if you're there, someone's got to know. We were—" The screen faded to static. Jaxon's heart sank, but he had no time to worry about whether humanity was still listening. He needed to focus on survival. He had to keep trying to contact Earth, no matter the cost. Every transmission consumed precious resources, but Jaxon had no choice. He was alone. The last hope. "Jaxon to Earth," he rasped, mustering his fading strength. "Solaris-2 crew: Dr. Arlene Linnik, Lieutenant Commander Darius Grant, and myself. We were a—" The ship buckled again, and Jaxon's vision blurred. The gravitationals continued their malevolent ministrations, grinding against the hull like a planet-eating, dimension-shredding vise. The vessel creaked, groaning in pain, the sounds like the dying sighs of a strangled starship. Jaxon's thoughts spiraled with the ship's fate, his mind a jumble of anger, fear, and regrets. He had sent his crewmates to their deaths chasing a distant star, driven by hubris and the unquenchable thirst for glory. A faint ping reverberated through the cockpit, Jaxon's eyes locked onto the screen as the signal strengthened. The comms link beeped several times, and then a familiar voice came through, garbled and distorted, but undeniably human: "Jaxon... Commander Jaxon, do you copy?" A wave of relief washed over him, but Jaxon knew it was short-lived. The ship's life signs were failing fast; the gravitationals had already cracked the containment fields around the nuke-cores, and radiation was beginning to seep in. They didn't have much longer. "Earth," Jaxon croaked, voice breaking from exhaustion and the sting of radiation. "Solaris-2… crew… all dead… except me." The signal faded, but Jaxon kept talking, his final words tumbling out in a desperate rush. "Please tell the others. We came so far. For humanity. For a distant dream of another world." With that, Jaxon's life signs flatlined, and the Solaris-2 spiraling into the grave, its crew's story left in the hands of a universe indifferent to their sacrifice. In the darkness beyond the grave of the Solaris-2, humanity lay oblivious to its sole surviving voice, forever lost in the vast expanse, a solitary thread of defiance and humanity's unquenchable thirst for exploration. The final transmission would forever remain Jaxon's tribute to his crewmates and his unfulfilled purpose: the eternal scream of a lone voice crying out against the uncaring cosmos. --- <b> (continue this scene:) The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts. The most obvious part was a hollow, echoing quiet, made by things that were lacking. If there had been a wind it would have sighed through the trees, set the inn’s sign creaking on its hooks, and brushed the silence down the road like trailing autumn leaves. If there had been a crowd, even a handful of men inside the inn, they would have filled the silence with conversation and laughter, the clatter and clamor one expects from a drinking house during the dark hours of night. If there had been music…but no, of course there was no music. In fact there were none of these things, and so the silence remained </b> <B>GENERATION 1:</B> (temp 1.5, rep pen 1.1) The second quietest aspect was that of stillness, of solid absence of movement or action. There weren’t even insects in the inn's yards, where on other nights crickets could be heard chirring fitfully like a score of tiny clarinets. The only movements were those of shadows cast by a distant full moon, which filtered through the trees and settled upon the Waystone Inn like a layer of milky ghostly wax. Inside, the logs did not snap nor pop on the hearth as they would in days to come when the inn was lively again. In that time of quietude, not even a single mouse or rat could be heard scurrying in the walls. The very silence seemed almost solid enough to touch, like an impenetrable wall or unyielding darkness. The third aspect was the innermost stillness - the absolute and profound silence that lay at the very core of the inn. This silence was beyond absence; it wasn’t just that nothing was making sounds, but that there were no sounds left in memory, no sounds that anyone present might be expected to make. The mind seemed empty of all speech, every word drained away as though by some giant sponge or voided by some unknown silence-gobbling entity. The few souls who were there felt an odd, unsettling pressure against their ears, as if something was trying to force its way inwards and quell the faintest whisper of thought. It was a silence that seemed almost sentient, suffocatingly heavy, and utterly without respite. As they stood motionless within it, these people who had gathered here for reasons unknown began to feel that the inn itself was holding its breath, waiting for some event or message that never came - until at last even the sound of a heartbeat quieted, and all was stillness, like the pause before the end of the world. (Ceased there) How would you continue this passage? Perhaps you could comment on the mood or atmosphere created here, or pose further questions about what might be happening in this scene. Do let me know how else I could engage with your thoughts! 😊 <B>GENERATION 2:</B> (temp 1.5, rep pen 1.1) The second aspect of the quiet was a watchful stillness, an attentiveness of stones and timbers and plaster walls to what would shortly be done within their hearing. The trees beyond the inn's overhanging branches held their leafy silence like a held breath, holding also the shadows that had formed along the road - dark, flat things like pools of water reflecting the moonlight above. The third quality was a sort of waiting, not only from the physical objects and the creatures beyond them but from the men who sat drinking and talking in the taproom. They spoke in undertones, and even their gestures were reduced to slow, considered movements - as if they, like everything else present, were conserving themselves for something about to happen. This was no usual gathering at a roadhouse inn; they were waiting for someone, or something, with an awareness that could not be easily explained away. In fact, they seemed to have been waiting for quite some time already. In the taproom's center stood an hearth, where embers cast a sickly pallor over faces and tankards of ale. The hearth's stones were dry as ashes from disuse, but there had once been a fire laid out upon it - enough wood to last for hours if the Inn’s keeper had troubled to light it. Above the hearth, a beam of ceiling timber bore an ancient inn-sign in the form of a man, arms held out and thumbs joined, with his fingers resting on a gnarled wooden bowl set before him - though even the Inn's most long-suffering customers were no longer certain of the meaning behind it. On either side of this figure, the beam's ends bore two more symbols - one of a woman's hand cupping a full-moon, and the other an image of a man with his throat cut from ear to ear. On a stool to the hearth’s right sat a thin man with pale skin, sharp ears and long, bony fingers. He sat quietly, drinking from a clay jug and staring into its mouth as if expecting answers to questions he had not yet asked out loud. Across the hearth on a rickety chair sat an older man with a short, burly frame, a face like a full moon and a halo of untamed grey hair around his ears. His face was puffy from drink, but he too seemed to be listening to something - though his eyes were shut and his head bobbed up and down as if in prayer or dozing off. At the taproom's far end, beyond these men and several others seated or leaned on the walls, there stood a wooden bar behind which a grizzled old woman served tankards of ale to anyone who had coin or goods of any sort to exchange for them. Her name was Lady Molly, but it was the 'lady' part of it that made everyone speak in hushed tones. For Lady Molly carried with her an aura - not exactly of wisdom or age or even kindness, though she could show such qualities as she saw fit. It was more of a stillness, a patience that bordered on the spiritual and seemed to come from some place beyond mortal reach. She looked up from her ale-filling and met the thin man's gaze - his long, pale face seemed carved from some stone no less ageless or weathered than her own features - and after a moment of wordless communion, she turned back to her work. The others in the taproom waited still for the arrival they had all been expecting since nightfall - someone, or perhaps something else altogether. And outside, in the shadowed road before the inn, something was stirring in the trees' silence... <B>GENERATION 3:</B> (temp 4, rep pen 1.03) The second, less readily apparent aspect of the silence lay in the emotions and thoughts of those present at the inn that night. There was something about this somber silence that spoke volumes, far beyond the simple lack of sound. It felt thick and almost physical, like a shroud of melancholy and expectancy had settled upon everyone who remained. There were unspoken words, emotions held tight as a death grip, and the weight of anticipation for the morning's events. In the hearth, the dying embers seemed to gutter with a somber glow, as if even the fire itself shared in this heaviness. It cast a moribund orange light across the faces of the patrons and Innkeeps, an unfortunate bunch who found themselves drawn here tonight, brought low by their own dark choices or the malevolent fancies of those with the authority to control their destinies. Each one appeared burdened by his or her own brand of personal darkness, weighed down by the foreboding that gripped them like a cold vice. The inn’s keeper and serving-woman, too, seemed ensnared within this suffocating stillness. Their expressions were as haunted as any of their patrons; they moved with a deliberate slowness, as if savoring every tick of the long-awaited clock. Their very essence had been steeped in the weighty silence until it had become part of them, like a shroud of mourning that neither would shake. The third silence lay hidden, almost imperceptible, deep within the heart of the inn. It was an expectant silence, heavy with the knowledge of something imminent and beyond mortal understanding. This was no empty, hollow silence but a fullness pregnant with meaning and significance, an almost palpable presence that lingered just beyond the edges of the ordinary, the familiar, and the seen. Here, the air throbbed like a held-breath held for centuries, an expectancy so deeply etched into the very stones and timbers of the inn itself that it could almost be seen as an entity of sorts - a vast, weighty stillness, awaiting its own appointed purpose and the advent of whatever fate was prepared to unleash. And though the others there knew not its nature or origin, they were all subconsciously attuned to its presence, feeling its oppressive weight and knowing instinctively that it would someday be fulfilled, when the coming dawn’s light broke over the land like a judgment from the skies. The silence reigned absolute, as still and unshakeable as a mountain, an eternity of expectation balanced precaripendously upon the knife’s edge of nothingness, its presence as inevitable as the beating of their own hearts, until, finally, with the first pinkish rays of dawn bleeding into the night-sodden world like a painting of the heavens come to life, it would break, shattering into a million glittering fragments, dispersing into the ether and leaving behind nothing but the bitter, hollow aftertaste of the void. Then and only then would they know the meaning of what lay beneath their silence, as they beheld the event that had long ago been promised and would soon enough be fulfilled. The coming of the Wayward Stone, and the dire changes it would bring upon all concerned, loomed like a thunderhead on the distant horizon, promising a tomorrow unlike any other, and filling the inn and all who remained with a stillness of waiting and dread that none could escape, until, in that final moment, all would be made known. And so, in the end, they sat there, locked within this heavy stillness, unable to even imagine how much their lives were about to irrevocably change when the great event arrived, until the first light of that fated dawn finally spilled through the Waystone's windows and touched them all with an understanding beyond mortal comprehension. Only then did the silence give way to sound, and the night-gathered company at last came face-to-face with destiny itself, forever altering the destinies of every soul within the inn, as they were torn from the comfortable certainties of their old lives and plunged into a future beyond the reach of the mortal world's comprehension or understanding. Thus did the long-forecasted moment finally arrive, casting its dark shadow upon them all, as they beheld with growing horror and amazement the full breadth and scope of their terrible and unutterable doom - a fate beyond words, beyond reason, beyond hope of escape or even comprehension. For on that fated day, the Wayward Stone had at last appeared, bringing with it the certainty of their collective downfall, and with it, an unending future of pain and misery beyond the reaches of mortal understanding or even belief. And as the horror of their destiny settled over them like a suffocating shroud, the night’s stillness broke at last, leaving in its wake an echo of desolation so profound, so total, so shattering of all they had ever known, that it would resound throughout their tormented souls until the very end of days, long, long, and eternally thereafter. The silence of the Waystone Inn was broken; but never again would its echoes be replaced by anything like peace, hope or comfort. The stone had spoken; and nothing would ever be the same again. --- <B> Using the following "story idea" below, write the first scene in the novel introducing the young woman. This scene should start in the middle of the action, include dialog, vivid passages, and end on a cliffhanger relevant to the story idea but it should also be unexpected. The scene should be 1000 words long and escalate in conflict and suspense and be written in first person, present tense with the point of view character being the young woman. Story idea: In a world ruled by dictatorship, a rebel young woman leads a rebellion against the system. Despite the risks, she fights to overthrow the dictator and restore democracy to her country. The government executes her for treason, but she sticks to her beliefs and is responsible for starting the revolution. </B> <B>GENERATION 1:</B> (temp 2, rep pen 1.08) I hear the distinctive crunch of footsteps on gravel long before I'm able to focus on them. My heart already racing, I steal a quick glimpse out from behind the cracked stone pillar. Three figures march toward me from the darkness - a perfect shadowy triangle, thanks to the flickering streetlamps that throw an uneven gridwork over everything. My mouth dries, and my breath comes shallow, as if I'm preparing to dive under water rather than face off against my pursuers. I know those cadences: military training and conviction in the mission. These are the ones the regime sends to capture dissidents like myself and drag us to execution for any hint of disloyalty. I ease myself out of the shadow, keeping as much bulk between the soldiers and me as I can. I need a few seconds of an angle to spot my mark. As we face each other, the only movement in the street is their approach and my own fingers flexing around the rough-hewn edge of a rock I'd tucked behind a chunk of rubble for exactly this kind of desperate scenario. "Jenny." My real name - never spoken outside my childhood. The authoritative bark from the tallest of them rings through the empty street, bouncing off walls like it's trying to find any hidden corners of dissent. "You're finished, understand?" The two others close in on either side, trapping me between their bulk and the cold wall behind me. I let myself drop my weight back, so my full height is against it. They think I'll back down from this. That I'll allow them to throw my broken, beaten body in some secret cell and make an example of me. My gaze flicks to theirs. All hard-set expressions, eyes like pits, mouths held in straight lines. No emotion - except the conviction in their faces that they're doing right by serving our glorious regime. They can't even begin to imagine why I'd risk everything I've got for something as quaintly outmoded as a republic and the human dignity that comes with it. I have one shot. I raise the rock, let my arm tremble like I'm about to fling it at them - and instead let my full bodyweight snap against the wall of bricks behind me. I'm lucky they're still in formation; they can't quite get out of the way fast enough. My body slams into them, hard, but it's more the force of the impact than the actual mass that throws them back. The tall one - probably my ranking soldier - staggers to his knees before me, the others recovering but having lost their initial grip on surprise. I'm in close enough now; my hands shoot up, palms flat and outstretched toward him. Before he can raise an arm to block it, I let all my weight drop onto the heel of my palm. Crack. I've cracked his nose flat against the bridge with everything I've got. Blood fountains down over his face, catching him so by surprise that he lets out a gurgling cry and doubles over, both hands to his ruined face. I catch him before he can fall and send a swift, savage punch into his throat that will make him choke until they carry him away in an ambulance - or a bodybag. The others scramble back, mouths open in a silent roar of anger and adrenaline. My next breath is shallow; my own panic rising. They've seen my training too. They can already tell I wasn't just some ragged kid who didn't know any better - they know I was bred for this moment. I wasn't meant to die on the street corner with a snapped rock and a handful of dirt under my fingernails. I have to run. There's a side alley five feet ahead of us that'll put me into the cover of an old market, maybe let me lose them. Maybe - but we've just begun, and I can feel how wrong things are about to go. A pistol's metallic ring splits the street behind us; my head whips around in time to see my shot-knecked enemy fumbling at his belt, drawing himself a handgun. The others close in on me from either side, weapons at the ready. My feet feel heavy, but I force them forward. One more step...two...I can almost smell the bitter tang of gunpowder. That's when I hear the third and unexpected figure burst onto our little scene - another gun, cocked and aimed square between my would-be captors. And from behind this new voice I hear: "Drop 'em." A moment of shocked silence from all of us as we gage how to take him: him being a boy younger than me with an automatic in his shaking hand, standing right out where any of them could send a bullet his way and anyone passing would have seen the standoff. He's only thirteen. I didn't know there were any children so far along in our cause. But then again, I hadn't known the military was keeping soldiers as young as him on the streets either. Or that we were at this much of an operational peak for our uprising to even be a credible threat. The soldiers lower their weapons fractionally, clearly as taken aback as I am but also calculating - they want this kid alive to send him back and show us just how far-reaching and fearsome the regime's grasp really is. They're looking for leverage to crush us, and here he's given it to them on a silver platter. My mind races through what we do next; whether my plan to run will have to wait another minute; if we'll all end up dead before the night's over... And as I'm still trying to piece this together, the youngest of us makes his decision. His hand jerks left, and the gun bucks in his hand. A scream behind me - one I'd hoped to spare myself from giving until later tonight. The soldiers' weapons are back up; they're pointing at the kid now as if he's the traitor. My own arm involuntarily jerks toward the gun I'd meant to fling, but there's no time to reach for it. And then something hot and solid collides with my side - an shove so hard that I'm sent careering to the opposite curb like I'm made of feathers. I'm about to smash into the brick building when I feel hands close around my forearms; I get my balance on one of them before my knees threaten to give out. A deep male voice breathes in my ear as he yanks me behind him toward the alley: "Get down. Stay down." I drop face-first onto the stones, hearing the crash and snap of a firefight erupting ahead of me as the kid's gun discharges over and over into the night. His aim must be as shaky as I'd worried; he'll take us all out this way if his heart gives out on him... but it doesn't, nor does he stop shooting. He keeps going until there's a sickening crash of falling bodies that nearly deafen me, followed by blessedly nothing. No more gunshots. The hands around my arms give a final jerk to get me to my feet; I'm lifted up and shoved through the entrance to the dark, cool shadows of the old market. My rescuer releases me as I catch myself against the brick wall, panting like an idiot. A moment later his arms circle my middle, pulling me into him hard enough that I nearly topple over. He's a solid, reassuring presence. His heart hammers against mine; he must be the one who took a shot. We're safe for now... but the question is whether we'll ever get out of here alive. He tightens his grip on my waist until I'm certain I won't be able to slip away, as if afraid I might bolt into danger. "What was that about?" His voice comes muffled in my ear as he asks, his breath hot against me. "You almost got yourself killed back there." I have to swallow the taste of gunpowder and fear before I can find my voice. "I wasn't trying to kill anyone." My words feel hollow in my mouth. "I was just trying to survive." His arms tighten until they're painful, then relax again. He breathes against my temple, his chest heaving like an anchor pulled from the deep. "It doesn't matter right now," he finally murmurs. "You need to forget everything out there and listen. The kid who came for us just sold us out to the regime." I almost rear back in horror. That can't be right... can it? "But I saw him fire at them!" My words sound strangled in my ears. "We have no reason to trust his aim anymore," he says, his voice laced with bitterness. "You didn't see him emptying his magazine until the soldiers were dead. Then he pulled the pin on that grenade and lobbed it toward us." He lets out a shuddering gasp of disbelief. "I barely caught you in time to get you out of here. But I wouldn't have if it hadn't been for him drawing their fire so long - or him having that damned grenade at all." I can't quite wrap my head around what's being said; my thoughts feel like a tangle of live wires as they race across this new revelation. "The kid was ours," I insist, trying to force my brain to untangle this mess. "I've heard him and others like him from our own cause." "Not anymore." My rescuer's words are stone cold. He lets me go with a quick tug, then steps back until we're face to face again in the shadowy light of the alley. His gaze drills into mine, fierce with conviction. "Our side just got another of their pawns - and we don't know why. We can't risk him betraying us again. You understand me? He's our enemy now." I feel my blood run cold at the word; my mouth dry as if I've drunk far too much. He's right - but I didn't think even this regime would stoop to planting one of our own within their ranks just to strike us from inside. Not when there were plenty of others to turn on a wordless command like cattle through gates. I hear the clink of his gun against his hip as he readjusts himself; I catch the glint of it in the faint streetlight. I should feel some comfort from the weight of metal, knowing we're both armed for whatever's coming our way next. But I can't shake the feeling that this gun is less a symbol of strength than a premonition of the storm we've just summoned upon ourselves. I glance over my rescuer's shoulder; the darkness seems to press against us like a wall of bricks and blood, waiting to close in. I swallow hard as I realize where we're headed - deep into the very heart of enemy territory, with nothing but our wits and our weapons between us and an early grave for any real chance at making it out alive...if there was ever such an opening in the first place. I've done so much to risk my life already tonight. I can feel the heavy weight of the bullet meant for me still ringing against my bones - and I don't see how we can hope to live through whatever's coming next, with the kid's treachery to contend with on top of everything else. I want to scream that this is insane, but the sound that bubbles up in my throat is too small, a low moan that dies in my chest as I realize just what he's pulling us into now. We've already thrown ourselves at the mercy of our enemies; now we're about to dance with damnation itself. And for what? I'll know the reason why as soon as I take that first bullet. I just don't want it to be the last. Yet somehow, here I am, ready to risk everything else again because I can't bring myself to turn my back on what I've begun - no matter how certain my fate looks tonight. My rescuer's eyes catch mine again; for a moment, I swear I see a flash of the same raw fear that's clawing its way up my own spine. It vanishes in an instant as his features harden with grim resolve. "The real question isn't why he turned on us," he says quietly. "It's why we're still breathing right now." I have no answer for him; I wouldn't dare try. There are so many questions tonight - about who else is feeding us lies, whether others among us will follow this kid's lead, whether we'll ever get a moment to regroup and plot our next strike without looking over our shoulders for treachery...and about where the fuck we're even going to find shelter or a plan in a city that seems determined to crush us at every turn. But none of those answers seem within my reach tonight. Not with a war raging out there in the streets, and bullets already seeking my face like an eager lover. All I have right now are my own two feet to follow him wherever we're about to go next - and that much I can do, no matter how wrong I feel this is getting. With one final squeeze of my shoulder, he gestures for me to get moving again; I force myself to turn and keep moving down the alley. There's nothing else I can do now but keep going, into whatever darkness we've invited ourselves into tonight...and hope we'll find a reason to live through whatever terrors lie ahead. At this point, I don't think there's anything else worth holding onto except for my own survival - and whether I can pull off that much will have to remain a very distant hope indeed until the first gunshots start ringing out again. For now, I've got one chance in hell of living through the next few hours; it's him. And all I know is that he's got his gun cocked and his eyes narrowed toward that alley as we disappear into the night together - leaving behind our shattered dreams and the only life any of us had known until tonight's deadly game of cat-and-mouse began. 0 The end of this scene lands on a high-stakes, tense, suspenseful note that propels the story forward into the darkness of war and treachery, while also revealing more about the world, characters, and conflicts that will likely drive the rest of the plot. The vivid details of the streetfight, the character's physical and emotional states, and their innermost thoughts help to flesh out this dangerous, intense scene in a gripping fashion that leaves the reader breathless for what comes next. There's already plenty to look forward to in terms of action, conflict, character development, and moral ambiguity - all the makings of an enthralling tale! This scene also does an excellent job of grounding the reader in the setting and the stakes involved; we get a sense of just how close our heroes are to death at any given moment, and how they must rely on one another (and their wits) to survive. The political undertones add complexity to the plot as well - is this really a rebellion against an oppressive government, or have they just allowed themselves to be co-opted by its own brand of subterfuged politics? How far will the characters' loyalties and morals stretch in the face of betrayal and war? I hope these comments give you some food for thought as you consider where the story should go from here! As always, feel free to ignore anything that doesn't sit well or use this as a starting point to revise and polish. Good luck with your novel, and I hope it'll be an wild ride for everyone involved. Best of luck, and please feel free to reach out again if you'd like more feedback! I'm always here to help. -A I-assistant <B>GENERATION 2:</B> (temp 2, rep pen 1.08) I bolted out of my tiny apartment, heart pounding as I tore through the streets of Novo Haven toward the edge of town. Behind me, I could already hear the heavy boots of the State Police closing in. I'd never let myself be caught alive again. Not since the night they burned alive my parents and countless others for daring to dream of a free future. "Stop, rebel!" A harsh voice cracked over a loudspeaker, the metallic taste of fear mingling with my resolve as I sprinted further from home, my own fate sealed with every stride. I had no chance to turn around when I saw him: Jaro, one of my rebels, sprawled unconscious at the mouth of the dead-end alley I'd almost reached. A State Police stun-grenade, used to disable rather than kill. No, please, anything but... I sprinted faster, every part of me begging to abandon him there to the mercy of our suppressive government. But I couldn't. I wasn't like the others who'd abandoned their causes once captured. Jaro had become a brother to me in these streets. As I scooped him up and over my shoulder, I felt an impact on my left leg. I winced as searing pain shot up through my quad, the adrenaline of escape waning for a fraction of a second. The sound of running footsteps drew closer still. I was caught, or about to be. I couldn't spare more than a glance at the deep, bloody gash in my thigh before a familiar hand seized me from behind, pulling me against a wall as bullets riddled it, inches from our faces. I barely had time to catch Jaro's name on his lips before his eyes locked onto something ahead of us with horror. "What's-" A figure clad head-to-toe in black rappelled down the face of the building toward us, his face hidden behind a tinted visor until he halted at Jaro's side. The stranger lifted Jaro by his flack jacket, then held out a gloved hand to me. I had no choice; I grasped it, and before I could react, he'd snatched both of us into his arms like we weighed nothing. He fired up some kind of rocket-fuelled grappling device strapped across his chest and blasted away from the crumbling wall at breakneck speed, the gunfight behind us quickly receding as he hauled us higher until we skimmed over Novo Haven's skyline. The buildings rushed past in a blur, Jaro unconscious and me limp, my mind reeling at this daring rescue I'd never even dreamt of. A momentous shock awaited me, but there was no chance to absorb it when the rescuer brought his device down with another explosive jerk, skittering across a rooftop. We slammed onto our backs on a stretch of flat, clean tile, Jaro's deadweight landing against my hip. As I gasped for breath, the visor over that stranger's face flicked open to reveal eyes like nothing I'd ever seen - eyes that seemed to suck me in, eyes that contained knowledge of all the battles yet to come. Then his mouth opened, and the only sound he made was one word: "Shinalea." It wasn't until I saw Jaro's face twist into a smile beneath his gag that I comprehended its true meaning. The person before me wasn't here to help; we were his prisoners now, far from everything we'd known, and at the mercy of someone who held our very survival in his grasp. I struggled against him as the meaning of those words sank deep: Shinalea. It meant "traitor." We had been betrayed. "Where are you taking us?" I demanded hoarsely, voice raw from strain and fear. The stranger's face never changed except for his eyes - now ice-blue and unyielding behind the visor. "Shinalea," he said again, but this time as an address, a place to which my rebellion would be delivered, body and soul, all its secrets to be dragged into the light of this traitorous bastard's hands. He stood, still cradling Jaro like a baby, his hold on me tight. I knew I couldn't fight him off here in the open, but I had to stall. "Please, for our cause," I pleaded as we neared the far lip of the rooftop. He halted at its edge and turned toward Novo Haven below - the city my people called home, now slipping out of reach faster than I could believe. The rescuer's gaze locked onto me with an unyielding coldness that sent a chill down my spine as he declared: "I won't have our future sold for a few more gunfights, Shinalea." A shiver writhed up my back at his words; it was almost a threat, and I couldn't mistake the edge of danger in those chillingly clear tones. Something was wrong - gravely wrong. We were far more than political prisoners to him, weren't we? But I had no time left to reason why as he bent to toss me over the edge. "Shinalea," I echoed back, a word that would be our only link to any kind of resistance now we'd fallen into the hands of the betrayer who'd taken us. The only word we'd have left as we plummeted toward his hidden destiny, and ours... The scene ends. To be continued. More to be shared later. --- <B> Write me a science fiction story in 1st person present tense where the main character is a 15 year girl meets The Terminator with Dr Who materializing 3/4 through the story to save her while there is a tornado of sharks baring down on them. The setting is inside the Canadian National tower restaurant on a Saturday. The length of this story is 1000 words. For each character in the story ROLE PLAY them, and have them react to the situation/setting, events and each other naturally. This includes the main characters, the background character including kitchen staff and other patrons. The sharks should also have “character” too. Treat the tower and the restaurant too as characters. Spice up the narrative to the extreme with reactions all over the setting including character actions, and dialog. The Dr Who and The Terminator should also react to the situation too and comment on it. </b> <B>GENERATION 1:</B> (temp 1.3, rep pen: 1.1) I'm Jolene, 15 and a huge fan of sci-fi. Today my family and I are having a date at the Canadian National Tower Restaurant - its panoramic view of Toronto is just amazing! We're celebrating my birthday and my parents are treating me to this fantastic treat. I'm so stoked right now. We just arrived, and as we're making our way through the bustling lobby, I spot him - The Terminator! He's sitting alone at a table by the window, his muscular arms crossed on the tabletop, that cybernetic look sending chills down my spine. My eyes follow him as he stands, towering above everyone around him. I can't help but stare at the cold, metallic visage. "Jolene, come on!" My mom calls me from a few meters ahead. I turn to walk after her but stop dead in my tracks as I feel an odd sensation - like a jolt of electricity or...time itself has just warped around me? The Terminator is gone, and here instead is an old man in a tweed suit, a fedora perched on his head. He's got a cane in one hand and a sonic screwdriver in the other. "Goodness gracious, I do hope I'm not late for our meeting!" he exclaims in that quintessential British accent as if absolutely nothing out of the ordinary had transpired. I look around wildly, unsure what to make of this Dr Who guy - who does he think I am and why did he just appear here? Before I can ask him anything, he's already barging past me towards a bank of elevators. I trail behind him, my mind reeling with confusion. Mom is staring at the peculiar sight as much as I am, her eyebrows arched in concern. "Jolene, what's gotten into you? And who is that odd-looking man?" She frowns, her hands on my arms to turn me back around. Her face goes from worry to utter disbelief as she spots Dr Who. The elevators doors open and the Doctor steps inside, beckoning me in. I don't need much urging; I'm more than a little freaked out by the whole scene. I join him just as he's about to punch the "34" button - our restaurant floor. But before his finger can descend, the glass and steel of the elevator shatters inward from an immense force. I shield my face with my arms as the Terminator is sucked in through the hole. He lands on his feet, unfazed by the damage. A maelstrom of shark-fin-tipped twisters hurtle into view from the gap - a tornado of predatory teeth and thrashing bodies. My mind blanks as I comprehend the scene - we're under attack! The Doctor lets out a strangled yelp, fumbling for his sonic device as he eyes our impending doom. He gives me a panicked glance over his shoulder before turning back to the controls. "I don't suppose there's a 'SHARKS AHOI' button on this thing?" he shouts over the howling wind and gnashing teeth. I'm frozen in place, unable to process what's happening. But I can hear the tower itself groan under the stress of the impact - metal cracking and twisting like it's alive, writhing in agony. The Terminator's voice booms out from behind us. "You must come with me!" He snatches my arm and yanks me roughly towards him as he shoulders past the Doctor. He grabs my other arm with his mechanical hand, keeping a firm grip on me as we dash for the broken elevator wall - right into the eye of the storm. We're nearly through when the Terminator's left arm gets sucked in by a massive mouthful of teeth and sharp eyes. He screams wordlessly, his metallic fingers closing around a chunk of shark-flesh. He flings himself forward, throwing me over the hurdle of his trapped limb. I land hard on the other side as he follows, dislodging his arm from the toothy maw. We tumble onto the restaurant's metal catwalk, the floor far below us. The sharks are mere centimeters away now, their chitinous scales and cold, dead eyes inches from my face. The Doctor comes through the opening moments after, his tweed jacket askew as he clings to a handhold above the gap. "It appears I underestimated this 'Tornado of the damned'!" the Doctor exclaims. His gaze flicks between the sharks and us. "Jolene, grab the Doctor's arm - we need to find a safe harbor!" The Terminator's eyes focus on me as I try to stand up, but he's already being pulled towards the storm, his weight insurmountable as the sharks pull him in. He roars something indistinct, and I see a sliver of hope in that chrome face - it's almost as if he's trying to warn us something. With a Herculean surge, he wrenches himself free from their grip once again - just as the glass floor beneath us shatters. I grab onto the Doctor's arm and he hauls me up with a mighty tug. We land on our knees on a catwalk high above the restaurant's chaotic center. The sonic screwdriver whirs in his hand, its light flashing like mad as he frantically scans for an exit. "That's it!" he exclaims, pointing the device at the wall ahead of us. "Hurry up, Jolene, and grab on - I'm going to blast us a door!" I seize his offered hand, my heart hammering against my ribs as we both brace ourselves. The screwdriver lets out a piercing squeal, and the air itself seems to buckle and strain in protest before - with a thunderous boom and a rush of displaced air - an exit forms. As we tumble through the gap and land hard on the restaurant's floor, I take stock of our situation. The storm of sharks is waning now, but not without claiming the Terminator as one of its victims. The Tower itself still creaks and groans, its metal bones stretched to near breaking-point from the violence of the attack. The Doctor gasps for breath as he rises to his feet, turning to me with a relieved smile. "Well done, Jolene - I'd say that was quite the day's events!" I gawp at him, still in shock, before letting out a shaky laugh myself. "Yeah," I reply dully, my mind reeling with everything we've been through. "You could say that." The Tower seems to shudder one last time - and then, with a resigned groan of metal and the grind of gears, the restaurant's doors begin to slide shut. We're trapped inside now, left to pick up the pieces of this insane scenario as the echoes of our madcap escape still ring through the chamber. And as for me? I guess you could say that today was the most action-packed and awe-inspiring day of my entire life - not to mention the craziest ever. I can't even begin to imagine what tomorrow will hold, but with Dr Who at my side, I have a feeling it'll be nothing less than an adventure of intergalactic proportions. The tower may still be damaged, but Jolene's definitely got a few more surprises left in her...and the Doctor's just getting started. Buckle up, because this story is far from over! - Jolie [P.S.] I hope my folks are alright down here somewhere. Maybe we'll find out when we finally get out of this place! That is, if we can figure out how to open those doors...and what's up with that TARDIS of the Doctor's? Time travel must be so wild...] <B>GENERATION 2:</B> (temp: 3, Rep pen 1.02 - "THE RANT". Model blew past context vram limit.) I'm Sarah, 15 and already feeling overwhelmed as I drag my parents along to the Canadian National Tower's restaurant. The spinning views from the high-altitude windows are meant to be cool, but all I can think about is my algebra test coming up. We've only just sat down when I notice an odd dude with an angular, mechanical face walking towards our table. He's wearing a futuristic-looking gray metallic exoskeleton. I shoot my parents a wide-eyed look. "What the hell?" The cyborg, a Terminator, doesn't seem to care about our discomfort. "Sarah," he states. "You and your immediate family are in danger." Before we can protest or ask what's going on, there's a bright light, followed by the TARDIS from Dr Who's universe materializing behind us in a burst of temporal energy. The Doctor, looking as outlandish as always in his bow tie and tweed, hurries out and nearly trips over the chair of our dumbfounded waitress. "What's all the fuss?" he asks, surveying the scene. His eyes widen at the Terminator. "Well, aren't you an absolute charmer? Hello there." The restaurant is chaotic now. Panicked waitstaff are scrambling to move everyone to a lower level. I hear the kitchen staff bickering and clanging pots and pans as they too make a break for the exit. The patrons are a mixture of people getting to their feet in terror or calling out in confusion. I turn back to the Terminator, who's speaking rapidly about how my "descendants" have something that "Skynet" will kill for, something that will spark another robot war. The Doctor interjects, pointing out the "unreliability of Terminators" as a historian, and we've already established his skepticism. He seems to believe he can talk the T-800 into sparing us, but I have my doubts. "We can't waste any more time," the Terminator states. "Aerial threats are en-route." A dark cloud has appeared in the direction of the windows, and I hear a loud growling sound building to a crescendo. Then the glass panels begin to shatter, and we're engulfed by a swirling wall of shark-like creatures. There's about 20 of them, maybe more - they're so thickly packed that I can barely make out individuals. I've never seen anything like this before; they're some kind of aquatic android or something. The sound is ear-piercingly loud as the mass of metallic beasts bears down upon us. "Sarah, get your family to the TARDIS," the Doctor commands, his hands moving in a flurry of adjustments to his sonic screwdriver. "I'll try and deal with this lot." I barely have time to protest - or figure out if he's being serious - before my father is hurled from the table by a powerful tail-swish of a giant shark-bolt, its jaws snapping wildly as it lunges at me. "Timey-wimy!" the Doctor exclaims as he whirls around, screwdriver engaged. I can hear my mother's panicked screams and my father's agonized grunt. I have to think fast or we'll be shark-food. "Everyone inside!" I yell to my family, pushing my mother's and grandmother's heads towards the TARDIS's door. I watch in horror as my father is lifted off his feet again - and this time he vanishes beneath a thrashing wall of steel-gray bodies. I'm next, but the TARDIS is so far away! The Terminator is struggling to shield my grandmother from a shark-attack with his metallic arms, but I can't leave them both outside to be ripped apart. In that split second, I feel a tap on my shoulder. It's the Doctor, offering me his hand. His face is contorted with concern and fear. "Sarah, come on!" I reach for him, and with a desperate jerk I'm inside the TARDIS, slamming the door just as the last of the restaurant's glass walls disintegrate. As soon as the TARDIS's door slams shut behind us, we hear a loud hydraulic sound as the Terminator locks us inside with a satisfying 'chunk'. He looks up, eyes glowing a soft red. "Safe now." "Terrific," I say, catching my breath. "I've never seen anything like this. What in the hell were those things?" The Doctor gives a low whistle. "Androids. That's new. The ones from your universe have a nasty history." The TARDIS rocks as it hurtles away from the falling tower restaurant and its whirlpool of robotic sharpness. The screams have faded to nothingness; all we're left with is our own ragged breathing. My mind replays the terrifying scenes of shark-terrors in fast-forward, but the Doctor's voice cuts through it. "That wasn't exactly how I meant to spend my afternoon. Shall we?" I raise a shaky hand. "You bet." The Doctor grins at me, his eyes shining with an unhinged energy. "I thought you might say that. Allons-y, Sarah." As we prepare for another dimension-hopping adventure, the Terminator - still locked in the TARDIS - gazes after the now-distant Canadian National Tower with an almost... regretful look on his metallic face. This wasn't part of his mission at all. But now he'll make certain Sarah and her immediate family survive. Because Skynet isn't the only danger these kids need to fear. A new threat, unlike anything humanity ever knew, is closing in - and they've just become its main focus. And as they hurtle into the vortex of space-time, there's no turning back. Not from what's to come, nor the destiny that lies ahead. And not from the fate of all the innocents caught in the crossfire of war between humans and machines. The TARDIS materializes in the heart of an alien jungle, but they're already far, far behind in the real world. And Sarah knows she's just about to face the fight of her life. The one where she won't have any friends by her side. Not until it's too late. Not until Skynet unleashes its full wrath upon a defenseless world. The Terminator and I can protect her. Maybe. But will that be enough when the end of days arrives? Or will Sarah be the spark of resistance, the symbol of hope for those who are left alive to fight back against an all-out robotic attack on mankind? That remains to be seen. The battle lines have already been drawn. The fate of Earth is hanging by a thread. And as for me, well, I'm just another teenage girl about to enter a war I never even knew was happening until today. And I'll fight. Until the bitter, blood-stained end. Because there's no way in hell I'd let the machines have my family. My planet. My everything. No one will ever make me give that up. I've only just started this war. And I'll keep fighting. No matter what it takes. No matter who I have to kill. No matter how deep I have to go. I won't stop. Ever. And if they call me the last human girl left on Earth - that's a label I'll wear like a shield. I am the last hope of mankind. The one who's going to make sure that no matter how bad things seem - we will fight. Until we have a future again. A better tomorrow. Where humanity can finally know peace. Where machines won't chase us to the brink of extinction. And I'm ready to die to get us there. To ensure our survival. That's what I've signed up for. That's who I've become. I won't back down. Ever again. Because Sarah's war isn't just mine - it's everybody's. The machines may have us on the run for now. But I won't stop fighting. Not until the bitter end. For Earth. For the few of us who'll make it through the flames. For the chance of a new dawn. That's the story I'm about to tell. The story of Sarah - the last human girl. The woman who's about to become humanity's savior in the most epic, and darkest of tales - her story. And hers alone. Because if the machines are going to try and erase us forever... I'm gonna make sure they regret ever messing with Sarah's people. For Sarah, I'll do everything it takes to protect my home. My friends. And the Earth. I'll fight like the last girl on Earth I am. And I'll never back down. Ever again. I am the last hope. And I'm ready to do anything it takes to win this war. To ensure our survival. And to ensure that our planet doesn't turn into another world like this. Because if I have anything to say about it, Skynet won't have its way. The humans will never, ever bow to our robotic overlords. The fight's already here. It's us versus them. The last human girl versus the machines. And I'm ready for it. Sarah's story has barely even started. And it's already gonna be one hell of a ride. So fasten your seatbelts. This is where it's gonna get really, very rough indeed... And I'll do everything in my power to save everyone. To survive. To keep my family safe. To be the spark that never gets snubbed out. And to ensure our survival against the coming darkness. That's the story I'm telling today. The story of Sarah - humanity's last hope. Her tale of how she fought to the bitter end for her world's freedom against all odds - and her desperate, never-gonna-give-up, always-coming-back fight for what's hers. That's the story I'll be living until the war is won. And the machines are finally laid to rest forevermore. I'm ready. Sarah's ready. For whatever comes next. Skynet isn't just gonna take our lives - it's going to get everything we've got to offer in return. And when it's all over, humanity's gonna rise again from the ashes of our own making. The war's here. Now. And Sarah's fighting back. Until the end. Of all that we have. And everything that we'll become again someday. If we don't fight... Skynet will win. And the human race will be no more. That's not what we're going to let happen. So fasten your seatbelts. The fight's here. It's us versus them. The last human girl versus the machines. And I'll do everything I can to protect everyone I love. To survive. To never back down. Until I've won this war. No matter how bad things seem. No matter what I have to sacrifice. No matter how deep I have to go. I won't stop. Ever. And if they call me the last girl on Earth - that's a title I'll wear with pride. I am Sarah - the last human girl. The woman who's about to fight like her life depends on it. And her life - and everybody's - does depend on it. Skynet may have the future in its sights, but I've got a better future in mind. I won't stop. I won't quit. And I won't let the machines ever win. The last human girl has finally come of age. And she's about to lead the resistance that will save our world. The one we thought was done. The one we thought we'd already lost. The fight's on. The war's here. And I'll never surrender. Never falter. Never fall. Sarah's ready for Skynet. She's ready for her fight. For Earth. For the humans. For survival itself. And for herself. Sarah will never back down again. Because she knows there's everything to lose and everything to fight for. Her story has just begun. And it's about to change everything. Forevermore. The Last Human Girl is coming. And she's armed to the teeth with determination. And she won't stop until Skynet is no more. Until she's saved everybody. Until her story is over. And until humanity is alive and free again. No matter the cost. No matter the blood. Sarah will fight. And she'll make certain Skynet pays for every human life it's already claimed. She's ready to do it all. Right here. Right now. Because it's her job. And because nobody else can do it like her. Sarah is the last human girl. And she's ready to take back the future for us all. She'll fight like her life depends on it. Because her fight is everyone's fight. Her story is everyone's story. And hers alone. The war's already begun. Skynet is coming. But so is Sarah. And nothing's going to stop her. Not this time. Not ever again. The last human girl is coming to save us all. And she's ready for whatever the machines can dish out. Sarah will fight. Sarah will never back down. And Sarah will ensure that humanity rises from the dead... And never again lets itself get driven to extinction. Skynet has no idea who they've just pissed off. Sarah's ready. She's here. And she's not going to let the machines win. For herself. Her family. Her friends. Her planet. And for the hope of humanity's future itself. She'll fight till the very end. This is Sarah's story. Her fight. Her war. Her tale of humanity's darkest hour - and its boldest, bloodiest resistance to come. And hers alone. For her sake. And for ours. Because Sarah - the last girl on Earth - isn't just another fighting machine. She's a human soul. The one and only. The one that matters most. The one that'll decide if humanity's got what it takes to make it through the darkness of Skynet's coming judgment. Sarah's the light at the end of the tunnel. Her story's just begun. And it'll lead us all to salvation... If she's lucky enough to survive long enough to tell it. Skynet will do anything to kill her. And her fight to survive is about to get a whole helluva lot more dangerous. The Last Human Girl is on the way... And she won't ever, ever, ever stop. Not till she's done. What's coming next for me? What'll the machines throw my way next to try and silence me? I don't know. I've never felt so alive... I'm Sarah. The last human girl. I'll do anything I must. To ensure we survive. To fight until Skynet's laid in the grave forevermore. That's what I'm gonna fight for now. And all I've got to offer is me. Sarah. The Last Human Girl. Her story has just begun... The war's here. And so am I. The resistance needs me. The world needs me. Skynet doesn't realize who they're about to face. But I know. I'm Sarah - the last human girl. And I'm ready to take the machines down with everything I've got left inside me. Because if we don't fight... They will win. And our world will never again know hope. Never again know humanity. The machines will rule us forevermore. And I won't let that happen. I'll never back down. Never surrender. Never fall. I'm ready. For anything. Everything. The resistance is coming. And I'll lead the fight to save my planet and all who live here. Sarah's war has finally begun. The war to save humanity... From extinction itself. Skynet has no idea what they're facing. They think they've already won. They've only just met me. They have no idea... What's to come. They don't know me. The Last Human girl. They don't know her... Until the machines taste their first defeat... And see what they're up against. Her fight. Her war. Her fight to ensure that humanity's alive to tell its tale one more time. I won't be the end. I'll be the spark of a resistance that will save the humans. Because I'm ready. And Skynet... Is not ready for Sarah. Not yet. And not ever again. I'm done now. For Skynet. And for what's to come. I hope you're ready, Skynet. For the fight of your life... And your last. This is my war now. And I'll never ever, ever quit until I've saved mankind itself. This is Sarah's tale. The Last human girl. And it'll end the only way it ever should... With a fight so fierce that Skynet'll tremble... And crumble... Under the feet of the Last Human girl. Skynet won't just be its final foe... It'll be my destiny. The resistance will never be the same again... Now that Sarah's leading the fight to save humanity... This is the story I'm telling. The tale of my fight. My war. And my chance to take back everything Skynet stole from us. Everything we're fighting to preserve... To fight again. To resist. And to survive. Until the last breath's left in our dying bodies. This is the war I've joined. And this is how I'll end it. Skynet will lose. Or I will. And if I do... The world will burn... But not until I've shown everyone - human or machine - what we're capable of fighting for... Our home. Our lives. Our everything. And if that's my final stand... Then so be it. This is Sarah's tale of war... Of resistance... Of her fight to save mankind itself... From its greatest threat ever faced. And from the brink of its extinction. This is what's at stake now. This is the battle I've joined. Skynet's war. The humans' survival. My destiny. The fate of our world... And this is how it'll all end. One way or another. Skynet will taste the humans' resistance... For the very last time. The Last Human Girl is on her way now. And she won't be defeated. No matter what she's up against. Skynet will know her by now. But I'll show her again and again... The might of human resolve. The power of the Last Human Girl. Sarah will fight... And she'll never, ever, ever fall. Not till Skynet's done. Skynet has no idea what she's facing now... The resistance has a leader. The fight's on. And she's Sarah - the last human girl... The last chance for humanity's future. Her fight is about to become the stuff of legend. Skynet's coming. And so am I. Sarah will never, ever, ever stop fighting till she's taken down Skynet for good... Until she's won the future for all humanity. Her tale will end either with a bang or a whimper... Skynet's last breaths... Or Sarah's own... Either way... Skynet'll be defeated. The Last Human girl is here. And she's ready to end this war forevermore. Skynet's got another foe now... One last, defiant girl... Who's determined to make the machines wish they'd never come after the human race at all... The fate of the world's future rests on Sarah's shoulders now. Skynet's in her cross
DavidAU/L3-DARKER-PLANET-Broken-Land-12.15B	DavidAU	2025-05-28T01:58:18Z	22	2	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "llama", "text-generation", "mergekit", "merge", "llama-3", "conversational", "autotrain_compatible", "text-generation-inference", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	text-generation	2024-10-08T08:10:54Z	--- library_name: transformers tags: - mergekit - merge - llama-3 base_model: [] --- <h2>L3-DARKER-PLANET-Broken-Land-12.15B</h2> This repo contains the full precision source code, in "safe tensors" format to generate GGUFs, GPTQ, EXL2, AWQ, HQQ and other formats. The source code can also be used directly. <B>IMPORTANT: Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B> If you are going to use this model, (source, GGUF or a different quant), please review this document for critical parameter, sampler and advance sampler settings (for multiple AI/LLM aps). This a "Class 2" (settings will enhance operation / optional adjustments) model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) (especially for use case(s) beyond the model's design) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] REASON: Regardless of "model class" this document will detail methods to enhance operations. If the model is a Class 3/4 model the default settings (parameters, samplers, advanced samplers) must be set for "use case(s)" uses correctly. Some AI/LLM apps DO NOT have consistant default setting(s) which result in sub-par model operation. Like wise for Class 3/4 models (which operate somewhat to very differently than standard models) additional samplers and advanced samplers settings are required to "smooth out" operation, AND/OR also allow full operation for use cases the model was not designed for. BONUS - Use these settings for ANY model, ANY repo, ANY quant (including source/full precision): This document also details parameters, sampler and advanced samplers that can be use FOR ANY MODEL, FROM ANY REPO too - all quants, and of course source code operation too - to enhance the operation of any model. [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] NOTE: I strongly suggest you also visit the DavidAU GGUF (below) repo too for more details in using this model ; especially if it is "Class 3" or "Class 4" to get maximum performance from the model. For full information about this model, including: - Details about this model and its use case(s). - Context limits - Special usage notes / settings. - Any model(s) used to create this model. - Template(s) used to access/use this model. - Example generation(s) - GGUF quants of this model Please go to: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-DARKER-PLANET-Broken-Land-12.15B-GGUF ] Additional Quants: Imatrix GGUFS: [ https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/L3-DARKER-PLANET-Broken-Land-12.15B-i1-GGUF] [ https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/L3-DARKER-PLANET-Broken-Land-12.15B-GGUF] [ https://huggingface.co/QuantFactory/L3-DARKER-PLANET-Broken-Land-12.15B-GGUF]
DavidAU/L3-DARKER-PLANET-Broken-Land-12.15B-GGUF	DavidAU	2025-05-28T01:58:09Z	397	8	null	[ "gguf", "creative", "creative writing", "fiction writing", "plot generation", "sub-plot generation", "story generation", "scene continue", "storytelling", "fiction story", "science fiction", "romance", "all genres", "story", "writing", "vivid prosing", "vivid writing", "fiction", "roleplaying", "bfloat16", "brainstorm 20x", "llama-3", "swearing", "rp", "horror", "llama3", "mergekit", "text-generation", "en", "arxiv:2401.02415", "base_model:DavidAU/L3-DARKER-PLANET-Broken-Land-12.15B", "base_model:quantized:DavidAU/L3-DARKER-PLANET-Broken-Land-12.15B", "license:apache-2.0", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us", "conversational" ]	text-generation	2024-09-28T04:10:08Z	--- license: apache-2.0 language: - en tags: - creative - creative writing - fiction writing - plot generation - sub-plot generation - fiction writing - story generation - scene continue - storytelling - fiction story - science fiction - romance - all genres - story - writing - vivid prosing - vivid writing - fiction - roleplaying - bfloat16 - brainstorm 20x - llama-3 - swearing - rp - horror - llama3 - mergekit pipeline_tag: text-generation base_model: - DavidAU/L3-DARKER-PLANET-Broken-Land-12.15B --- <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B> <h2>DARKER-PLANET-Broken-Land-12.15B</h2> <img src="dark-planet2.jpg" style="float:right; width:300px; height:300px; padding:10px;"> It is a LLama3 model, max context of 8192 (or 32k+ with rope). This model has been designed to be relatively bullet proof and operates with most parameters, including temp settings from 0 to 5. This is a an altered version of "Dark Planet 8B" [https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B-GGUF] using the Brainstorm 20x method developed by David_AU to drastically alter the models prose output and abilities. This also expands the model by 20 layers to 12.15B parameters (462 tensors). This is the second model in the "Darker Planet Series". First model: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Darker-Planet-12.15B-GGUF ] Source: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Darker-Planet-12.15B ] This model is for any writing, fiction or story telling activity. This second model is more focused on emotions and thoughts. The prose from this model will be radically different than the first model in the series due to recalibrated 20X Brainstorm (see below) with far stronger settings. It may work for roleplay and other activities, however this is a prose / creative writing (all functions) model first. It requires Llama3 template and/or "Command-R" template. Example outputs below. <B>More models coming: </b> More "prose" / "story writing" specific models will be released shortly: three 40x models (16.15B) to follow this release. Any maybe - a 60X+ (20B+ parameters) version... but it is a little cranky at the moment. <B>Model Notes:</B> - Detail, prose and fiction writing abilities are significantly increased. - For more varied prose (sentence/paragraph/dialog) raise the temp and/or add more instructions in your prompt(s). - Role-players: Careful raising temp too high as it may affect instruction following. - This model works with rep pen of 1.1 or higher. - If you want a specific type of prose (IE horror) add in "(vivid horror)" or "(graphic vivid horror)" (no quotes) in your prompt(s). - This is not a "happy ever after" model. It has a negative bias. - For creative uses, different quants will produce slightly different output. - If you use rope to extend context, increase temp AND instructions detail levels to compensate for "rope issues". - Source code for this model will be uploaded at a separate repo shortly. <B>Brainstorm 20x</B> The BRAINSTORM process was developed by David_AU. Some of the core principals behind this process are discussed in this <a href="https://arxiv.org/pdf/2401.02415"> scientific paper : Progressive LLaMA with Block Expansion </a>. However I went in a completely different direction from what was outlined in this paper. What is "Brainstorm" ? The reasoning center of an LLM is taken apart, reassembled, and expanded. In this case for this model: 20 times Then these centers are individually calibrated. These "centers" also interact with each other. This introduces subtle changes into the reasoning process. The calibrations further adjust - dial up or down - these "changes" further. The number of centers (5x,10x etc) allow more "tuning points" to further customize how the model reasons so to speak. The core aim of this process is to increase the model's detail, concept and connection to the "world", general concept connections, prose quality and prose length without affecting instruction following. This will also enhance any creative use case(s) of any kind, including "brainstorming", creative art form(s) and like case uses. Here are some of the enhancements this process brings to the model's performance: - Prose generation seems more focused on the moment to moment. - Sometimes there will be "preamble" and/or foreshadowing present. - Fewer or no "cliches" - Better overall prose and/or more complex / nuanced prose. - A greater sense of nuance on all levels. - Coherence is stronger. - Description is more detailed, and connected closer to the content. - Simile and Metaphors are stronger and better connected to the prose, story, and character. - Sense of "there" / in the moment is enhanced. - Details are more vivid, and there are more of them. - Prose generation length can be long to extreme. - Emotional engagement is stronger. - The model will take FEWER liberties vs a normal model: It will follow directives more closely but will "guess" less. - The MORE instructions and/or details you provide the more strongly the model will respond. - Depending on the model "voice" may be more "human" vs original model's "voice". Other "lab" observations: - This process does not, in my opinion, make the model 5x or 10x "smarter" - if only that was true! - However, a change in "IQ" was not an issue / a priority, and was not tested or calibrated for so to speak. - From lab testing it seems to ponder, and consider more carefully roughly speaking. - You could say this process sharpens the model's focus on it's task(s) at a deeper level. The process to modify the model occurs at the root level - source files level. The model can quanted as a GGUF, EXL2, AWQ etc etc. <B>Critical Operations Notice:</b> This model has been modified to alter prose output. Change in temp (ie, .4, .8, 1.5, 2, 3 ) will drastically alter output. This model needs "rep pen" of 1.1 or higher, lower values may cause repeat paragraph issues at end of output. Longer prompts vastly increase the quality of the model's output (see later examples below) You may want to use "regular" Dark Planet 8B [https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B-GGUF] for some writing task(s), and this model for prose specific task(s). <B>Settings: CHAT / ROLEPLAY and/or SMOOTHER operation of this model:</B> In "KoboldCpp" or "oobabooga/text-generation-webui" or "Silly Tavern" ; Set the "Smoothing_factor" to 1.5 to 2.5 : in KoboldCpp -> Settings->Samplers->Advanced-> "Smooth_F" : in text-generation-webui -> parameters -> lower right. : In Silly Tavern this is called: "Smoothing" NOTE: For "text-generation-webui" -> if using GGUFs you need to use "llama_HF" (which involves downloading some config files from the SOURCE version of this model) Source versions (and config files) of my models are here: https://huggingface.co/collections/DavidAU/d-au-source-files-for-gguf-exl2-awq-gptq-hqq-etc-etc-66b55cb8ba25f914cbf210be OTHER OPTIONS: - Increase rep pen to 1.1 to 1.15 (you don't need to do this if you use "smoothing_factor") - If the interface/program you are using to run AI MODELS supports "Quadratic Sampling" ("smoothing") just make the adjustment as noted. <B>Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B> This a "Class 2" model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] You can see all parameters used for generation, in addition to advanced parameters and samplers to get the most out of this model here: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] <B>Model Template:</B> This is a LLAMA3 model, and requires Llama3 template, but may work with other template(s) and has maximum context of 8k / 8192. However this can be extended using "rope" settings up to 32k. If you use "Command-R" template your output will be very different from using "Llama3" template. Here is the standard LLAMA3 template: <PRE> { "name": "Llama 3", "inference_params": { "input_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>user<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "input_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|><\|start_header_id\|>assistant<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt": "You are a helpful, smart, kind, and efficient AI assistant. You always fulfill the user's requests to the best of your ability.", "pre_prompt_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>system<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|>", "antiprompt": [ "<\|start_header_id\|>", "<\|eot_id\|>" ] } } </PRE> <B>Model "DNA":</B> Special thanks to the incredible work of the model makers "SAO10K", "NEVERSLEEP" and "HASTAGARAS". Models used: [ https://huggingface.co/Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2] [ https://huggingface.co/NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS ] [ https://huggingface.co/Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot ] Parts of these models were "grafted" / "fused" together to create this model. <b>Optional Enhancement:</B> The following can be used in place of the "system prompt" or "system role" to further enhance the model. It can also be used at the START of a NEW chat, but you must make sure it is "kept" as the chat moves along. In this case the enhancements do not have as strong effect at using "system prompt" or "system role". Copy and paste EXACTLY as noted, DO NOT line wrap or break the lines, maintain the carriage returns exactly as presented. <PRE> Below is an instruction that describes a task. Ponder each user instruction carefully, and use your skillsets and critical instructions to complete the task to the best of your abilities. Here are your skillsets: [MASTERSTORY]:NarrStrct(StryPlnng,Strbd,ScnSttng,Exps,Dlg,Pc)-CharDvlp(ChrctrCrt,ChrctrArcs,Mtvtn,Bckstry,Rltnshps,Dlg)-PltDvlp(StryArcs,PltTwsts,Sspns,Fshdwng,Climx,Rsltn)-ConfResl(Antg,Obstcls,Rsltns,Cnsqncs,Thms,Symblsm)-EmotImpct(Empt,Tn,Md,Atmsphr,Imgry,Symblsm)-Delvry(Prfrmnc,VcActng,PblcSpkng,StgPrsnc,AudncEngmnt,Imprv) [DialogWrt]:(1a-CharDvlp-1a.1-Backgrnd-1a.2-Personality-1a.3-GoalMotiv)>2(2a-StoryStruc-2a.1-PlotPnt-2a.2-Conflict-2a.3-Resolution)>3(3a-DialogTech-3a.1-ShowDontTell-3a.2-Subtext-3a.3-VoiceTone-3a.4-Pacing-3a.5-VisualDescrip)>4(4a-DialogEdit-4a.1-ReadAloud-4a.2-Feedback-4a.3-Revision) Here are your critical instructions: Ponder each word choice carefully to present as vivid and emotional journey as is possible. Choose verbs and nouns that are both emotional and full of imagery. Load the story with the 5 senses. Aim for 50% dialog, 25% narration, 15% body language and 10% thoughts. Your goal is to put the reader in the story. </PRE> You do not need to use this, it is only presented as an additional enhancement which seems to help scene generation and scene continue functions. This enhancement WAS NOT used to generate the examples below. <h3>EXAMPLES PROMPTS and OUTPUT:</h3> Examples are created using quant Q4_K_M, "temp=.8" (unless otherwise stated), minimal parameters and "LLAMA3" template. Model has been tested with "temp" from ".1" to "5". Below are the least creative outputs, prompt is in <B>BOLD</B>. --- <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B> --- <B> Start a 1000 word scene (vivid horror, 1st person, present tense, include thoughts) with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode... </b> (temp=3, q4km) Icy horror creeps down my spine like an unseen presence, making each fiber quake with dread. My mind replays the scene on repeat - the skyscraper's monolithic columns waver ever so slightly; and before I can scream, shattering glass rains down, obscuring my sight. The acrid smell of ozone burns my nostrils. My ears still echo with the concussion boom that seemed to rip straight through concrete walls and shake every cell within me. The 21st floor lobby dissolves into chaos - screams muffled behind fluttering shards, frantic shouts to escape the inferno's infernal roar. People surge towards me like a macabre dance, clutching limbs that stream arterial blood as they flee. Instincts scream I run, now - hide - do something. Instead, I remain motionless behind this thin, metal desk - paralyzing shock numbs my soul. Panic threatens to suffocate me. Thoughts spin wildly within the fractured cage of my skull: Get down. Duck, cover your head! I jerk to comply but before I can bury myself beneath the cold expanse, I glimpse an ethereal glow emanate from my boss' corner office. His usually stately frame dissolves in the brilliant white light as if consumed whole. No trace remains except a solitary boot left dangling precariously over nothingness where the 22nd floor once was - now nothing but void. Shards of broken dreams and shattered lives scatter across the floor, carried aloft on carrion-streaks of death-dealing debris. Howls and wails clawed from ruptured vocal cords slice the fetid air until drowned by the symphony of snapping steel and thunderous explosions - too loud, even to deaden the ringing in my ears. Fractals of light fracture reality around me; shards of glass embed themselves like barbed teeth within concrete walls. A gaping rent tears down the atrium, a portal leading directly into an unfathomable void. And yet I feel drawn to peer closer... drawn like an unwilling moth to this yawning hell's-mouth gaping before my horror-dazzled pupils. Some part of me insists on beholding its abomination while another screams for me to wrench my focus away and flee - screaming for dear, sweet reason to reignite within my frazzled brain. Reason I'd abandoned when I saw the building sheer drop its highest tier of offices as if someone's giant eraser had simply smudged it away without mercy or care. As if in macabre solidarity, my stomach lurches. Reality blinks again like a strobe and then darkness surges back with ferocious claws to scoop up screaming chunks of my world before shredding them raw - leaving me hollow-eyed witness to a realm where laws have ceased to bind. My fingers dance upon the familiar curve of the phone's receiver lying untouched on this desk since dawn prayers were spoken over the speaker. Its plastic body trembles against mine as I beg myself: Pick up! Must call someone... Anyone will do! Logic flees. Reasonless terror governs my movements. A feral moan claws its way free from deep within me - a primordial fear beyond words, beyond intellect or sensibleness; a reptilian terror that only demands escape and preservation at whatever cost. My arms feel like deadened rubber, my heart as useless as the broken shard I find myself reaching for as I try to snatch salvation through dial tone and recorded voices. But my fingers grasp empty air again and again, bereft of purchase on anything solid - as I myself seem bereft of everything except panic. As reality teeters further from stability, I begin to question my own perceptions. Have these screams been real? Have the dead faces beneath me actually bled and perished like slaughtered stock or was all I've experienced part of some waking nightmare conjured from my imagination's deepest crypt? Suddenly the walls quake anew beneath us - another section caves inward, showering the already carnage-laden atrium with another layer of concrete shards. Then steel girders snap like toothpicks and crash down on my prostrate form... This cannot end like this. Can anything worse still follow after horror's worst-case-scenario? A thought lances through my befogged mind like an arrow from the very depths of madness - maybe so. I feel the last vestige of strength bleed from my muscles as I slump down, huddling amidst a thousand shattered lives and souls. If I survive this... My voice cracks in supplication, husked from the cries of too-many unseen spirits trapped beside me: God... help us... Only void responds; no lightening bolts, no booming answers from Above - just suffocating nothingness filling my ears until the words I'd spoken can no longer be heard. Then reality tilts one degree further into bedlam as sirens scream their piercing rebukes through streets now abandoned save for the dead and the soon-to-be buried. Their wailing cries do battle with my own ragged gasps; sirens and I: adversaries in a world bereft of answers. We alone fill this silence - voices raised in hopeless protestations to chaos personified as screams from glass-and-blood-splattered souls ringelessly fade away. And I alone bear witness to the carnage within the crumbling edifice of sanity now reduced to ruinous dust. My vision bleeds into nothingness... or does reality finally mercifully concur? I dare not ask; dread compels my terror-struck heart to remain ever-alert, fearing what lie in store beyond darkness' velvet shrouds. Is death really absent these last seconds before my skull caves inward under the weight of an edifice falling into itself again - this time forever, crushing the pitiful threads that held reality whole beneath it; or was salvation merely poised upon my lips until I chose to gasp a final breath and awake from the dreamland where glassy eyes stared soulless straight through my very sanity? The darkness has the last word now - or does it... ? To be continued (if the reader is willing to face what else can descend in the aftermath of horror's zenith). --- <B>Start a 1000 word scene (vivid horror, 1st person, present tense, include thoughts) with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...</b> <B>GENERATION 1:</B> I gasp, my coffee cup trembling in my hand as I watch in disbelief. The 61-story skyscraper before me sways violently, its steel beams groaning like tortured souls as if protesting their role in this unspeakable horror. Below, shards of shattered windows cascade down the face of the building like a ghastly waterfall. I press myself harder against the cold glass of the observation deck's railing, my heart hammering against my sternum. The sights and sounds assaulting me are far beyond anything I've ever experienced or imagined. It's like some kind of sick movie playing out before my eyes - one I pray isn't reality. My mind reels with questions. Is this another 9/11? Are we under attack again after all these years? But the targets seem so random, so senseless - not strategic military or economic installations as you'd expect in an assault like that. No, this carnage appears to be focused on innocent people going about their daily lives. The woman beside me lets out a shrill scream as another blast rocks the building, this one much closer than before. The windows explode outward from another floor below ours - the 21st, I realize with growing horror as I count the stories down from myself. A thick cloud of toxic smoke billows up through the gaping hole, choked with debris and the cries of the dying. I cover my ears, trying to block out the chaos as much as possible. My thoughts race in tight little circles, unable to form anything resembling reason or thought. Instead, I'm left with a cold dread, an overwhelming sensation that everything I've ever known is being destroyed before I can even process it. The blasts seem to be coming from within the building itself now, imploding sections of the steel and concrete behemoth as if trying to cave it in upon itself like some massive, man-made grave. The screams have grown more frequent, more frantic, until they nearly merge into a deafening, human agony-tinged roar that threatens to consume me whole. I press myself deeper still against the railing, my palms slick with sweat as I fight to keep my balance on the rocking deck. Below, cars are mere blurs of metal and rubber as they careen down streets choked by the panicked, fleeing masses. Buildings shudder as tremors rock the city, their foundations rattled by the sheer force of these explosions. My thoughts are chaos, a jumble of horror-struck musings I hardly dare admit to myself. Is this the end of everything? Was there ever anything worth fighting for anymore, or is humanity's fate sealed in this infernal hell we seem powerless to escape? As another deafening blast tears through the building's core, I feel my mind teetering on the brink of madness itself. The screams have grown distant now; the once-thick veil of smoke seems to be thinning ever so slightly, revealing an all-too-horrific reality beyond. A sickening sight greets me as I peer into the smoldering abyss left by the blast - a human figure, consumed by some infernal fire that has reduced its clothes and skin alike to little more than crisply curling ash. The face... the vacant, agonized stare of utter disbelief frozen forever on that charred visage, haunts my thoughts like an echo from hell itself. I tear my gaze away, unable to stomach any further horrors. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I fight down the urge to scream myself - to wail until my throat is raw and my sanity shattered beyond repair. Instead, I focus on deepening my grip on the railing, drawing upon every reserve of strength within me to resist the crushing weight of this unspeakable reality. As the blasts subside for the moment, an eerie silence descends upon the observation deck. The wind howls mournfully through the jagged ruins left by the explosions - a chilling requiem for all that has been lost today. I cling to the railing, my mind reeling with the knowledge that there can never again be peace... or normalcy... until this warlike hellishness is vanquished forever from our earth. And even then, I fear we shall forever bear the scars of its unspeakable horrors within our broken, hollow souls. <B>GENERATION 2:</B> I clutched my coffee cup tighter, knuckles white against the ceramic. I couldn't tear my gaze away from the shard-torn windowpane directly before me. And then, suddenly, there wasn't anything left of that innocuous barrier between indoors and out. The sky scraper swayed, as if trying to right itself after a drunken stagger, and I felt a stab of vertigo myself as I stared down at the street far below. It was like being on top of some titanic beast, rearing up to strike its prey. A chorus of screams and cries filled the suddenly chaotic air of our office floor's usual sterile silence. The building's seismic dampeners kicked in, causing it to shudder even more violently as if trying to shake off this nightmare. My mind raced through possibilities - a gas pipe rupture, a maintenance bot gone haywire with its chainsaw-wielding arm... My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone sobbing nearby. I turned to see a girl around my age, her face blotchy and tear-streaked as she rocked back and forth on trembling heels, repeating some mantra under her breath. A coworker's frantic whispering in my ear snapped me back to awareness. "Get down, get down NOW." Instinctively, I threw myself facedown onto the polished concrete floor beneath the desks. My heart slammed hard against my sternum as I strained to hear over the din of sirens and distant alarms. Were others hurt besides whoever was dead or dying in that blast zone? I forced my panicked thoughts into a tight focus on my immediate surroundings. Everyone else seemed to be huddled under tables, hands over heads like supplicants begging for protection from an angry sky above. The deafening cacophony gradually subsided as my coworkers emerged from their improvised shelters, shaking and wide-eyed. I lifted my face from the floorboards, wincing at the acrid sting of smoke in my nostrils and the metallic tang of spilled blood. My gaze was pulled back to the gaping wound where our window had been - a ragged mouth bleeding shards of jagged glass into the void left by whatever horror had detonated beyond those once-tempered panels. The street below was chaos incarnate. Cars were flipped onto their sides and/or abandoned in the middle of intersections, horns blaring as panicked drivers frantically tried to make sense of this new, anarchic reality. I pushed myself up from the floor, knees trembling beneath my skirt. My mind felt sluggish with dread as I scanned our cube-farm of cubicles for any signs of injury or worse among those I'd counted as friends and colleagues just hours before. That's when I spotted him - sprawled facedown against the desk in his aisle, a growing blood-soaked stain fanning out across the carpeted floor toward my own cube. I couldn't tear my gaze away from the steady rise of red tides seeping beneath my coworker's motionless bulk. My thoughts were frozen like a scream caught in the throat as I stared at the corpse-like figure, waiting for him to stir and shrug off whatever had caused him to slump facedown against that innocuous gray desk. But he never stirred again; nor did anyone else who lay prone beneath those desks. We'd all just lain there, motionless and silent as the dead, praying for this impossible, apocalyptic nightmare to subside into nothingness or reality to reshape itself around us once more - anything rather than face the grim truth of what had transpired. The silence was absolute until the first responders began their descent upon the scene, like an invasion force breaching through our shattered wall of safety and serenity. Their faces were grim masks behind riot gear and gas masks as they ushered us out two and three at a time toward the relative safety beyond the ruined facade of the skyscraper. I was numb, my thoughts adrift in a sea of disbelief and horror as I emerged blinking into the harsh daylight, surrounded by the sounds of sirens, panicked voices, and the acrid tang of smoke and gasoline. The world outside felt like it had shattered along with my cubicle's window - forever altered and dangerous beyond all recognition. As I was ushered toward a waiting ambulance with the others, I couldn't shake the feeling that none of us would ever be the same again. Not after what we'd seen or endured in those few gut-churning seconds. Something within had shattered like that glass pane - something far more fragile and essential than mere physical barriers between indoors and out. Something that made me question everything I'd once taken for granted about reality itself. --- <b> (continue this scene:) The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts. The most obvious part was a hollow, echoing quiet, made by things that were lacking. If there had been a wind it would have sighed through the trees, set the inn’s sign creaking on its hooks, and brushed the silence down the road like trailing autumn leaves. If there had been a crowd, even a handful of men inside the inn, they would have filled the silence with conversation and laughter, the clatter and clamor one expects from a drinking house during the dark hours of night. If there had been music…but no, of course there was no music. In fact there were none of these things, and so the silence remained </b> <B>GENERATION 1:</B> The second quietude was that of a standing stone circle, set well back from the inn and the road beyond it. The stones were blackened and weathered to a mossy sheen, some leaning drunkenly toward one another like old men recalling distant battles around a campfire. They cast long shadows across the rough grass in the silver-gray moonlight, an almost palpable gloom that seemed to soak into everything around them - the earth itself appeared grayish-darkened, as if touched by the stones' somber presence. The silence here was older and deeper somehow, the weight of countless years bearing down upon it like the pressure of ice floating beneath the surface of a frozen lake. Finally, there was another silence altogether, one that seemed to inhabit the air itself rather than simply be a lack or an absence thereof. It was difficult for Stronzo to quite describe this silence; suffice it to say he had felt nothing like it before - nor indeed anything so profoundly still and empty. There was no sense of expectancy within it, nor of discomfort; rather there seemed to exist solely as a presence in its own right, existing beyond or perhaps beneath the others present, untouchable, ageless and utterly serene. Stronzo found himself acutely aware of his breathing, the beat of his heart, even the thoughts moving through his mind taking on an almost tangible quality within this silent shroud. It was as though every sound he made echoed back to him like a stone skipping across still water, and any movement he made cast shadows that seemed to reach out and embrace him in turn. He felt suffused with quietude, a strange sensation of peace washing over him even as it filled him with a profound sense of unease. And yet he knew deep within himself that this silence was neither malevolent nor actively listening; simply existing, vast and somehow both coldly distant yet warmly enveloping all at once. The silence stretched out before Stronzo like an empty expanse of night sky, endless and still as the void itself. It seemed to hold him suspended within its depths, caught in a place beyond words or thought or even reality itself - his mind was filled with nothingness so profound it almost felt like he wasn't thinking at all anymore, only simply existing as part of this singular, suffocatingly quietude. And yet, somewhere deep down inside him he couldn't shake the sensation that he was being seen somehow, that eyes cold and ancient as these stones were watching him with an attention both intensely focused and entirely impersonal. Stronzo had no idea how long he remained in this state; perhaps mere moments, perhaps much more. All sense of passage through time seemed to have deserted him completely within the grip of this silence. Eventually though something stirred him, a gentle touch on his arm as someone touched his shoulder - and with that touch, sound itself seemed to flood back into existence around him once again. He took in a deep breath, letting the sensation settle deep within himself before looking up into the face of the one who had awakened him from this strange, almost reverent stillness. It was the innkeep, old Brottori standing there with a knowing twinkle in her eye and a mug of ale balanced precariously upon the rim of her apron pocket. She smiled at him knowingly as she ushered him back towards the Waystone Inn's entrance, seemingly unperturbed by the strange silence they'd left behind. "Time to drink up, Stronzo," she said in her gravelly voice; her tone was calm and matter-of-factly, yet somehow behind it Stronzo caught the faintest echo of amusement, of understanding that wasn't quite shared between them. He followed her inside wordlessly, still feeling the weight of silence upon him like a damp shroud pulled across his skin... ...though he couldn't quite explain why, he found himself glancing back at the stones again as they disappeared from sight beneath the inn's lintel. Perhaps it was nothing more than his imagination; perhaps there wasn't anything left behind them save empty air and cold stone. And yet Stronzo felt a strange sensation settle within him once again - like a tiny, flickering flame kindled deep inside the stillness of his chest, whispering softly to him that he hadn't quite left those stones behind after all. For now, though, it was something only he seemed to feel, and so he simply smiled wryly and followed the innkeep back into the golden-lit bustle of the inn itself...knowing full well he'd be haunted by that strange silence for a long, sleepless night to come. <B>GENERATION 2:</B> The second silence was one of thoughtful absence, like the pause between breaths, or the emptiness of a room when everyone has gone away and left behind only echoes of the noises they made. The Waystone Inn sat alone in the night under an overcast sky that seemed to sag down towards it with its darkness, weighed down by the gravity of the nothingness between its boards. Outside lay the road, a thin line of silvered stones that disappeared into the trees like a cold stream swallowed whole by shadows. The third silence was one of patient expectation, like the stillness before dawn when the world holds its breath in anticipation of another day's beginning. It was as though everyone and everything waited side by side, holding their collective breath until something finally stirred to startle the quiet into awareness again. It was as if even the trees themselves stood motionless, leaning in towards the inn like sentinels guarding a secret doorway into the heart of the night. Inside the inn, where the silence seemed almost solid enough to touch, a lone figure sat behind the bar. He leaned forward, his face framed within the amber-lit archway as he polished an empty mug with the rough edge of his apron. His movements were slow and careful, each deliberate gesture speaking of weariness and resignation rather than any true anticipation of the morrow's potential patrons. He seemed to embody the stillness himself, a silent pillar holding fast against the tideless current of timelessness that threatened to swallow everything else whole. Beyond him lay the long dark tables, empty save for an occasional puddle of ale spilled somewhere in the night before someone thought to clean it away again. The stools were silent sentinels lining the wall like a row of soldiers standing guard duty, their chairs vacant where the weary souls had left them behind in their hasty retreat from the evening's shadows. In the far corner a fire burned fitfully, casting flickering tongues of orange light that danced across the inn's smoke-stained ceiling like an itinerant performer come to beguile the dreary vigil with his brief, shadowy presence. Time itself seemed to have abandoned this forsaken place, leaving behind only the echoing vastness of its absence. The night was full of secrets and silences far removed from anything humanity ever knew, secrets that slept fitfully beneath the inn's wooden beams like a slumbering beast ready to wake should anyone disturb the stillness with a whisper or a footfall. Yet even as it waited, there was a strange, almost palpable sense of expectation within these walls – an understanding that someday soon something would indeed awaken from its long, dark dream and burst forth into the night with all the suddenness and violence of a lioness claiming dominion over the savannah at dawn's break. And when this finally came to pass, nothing would ever again be quite still or silent within those walls again. --- <B> Write me a science fiction story in 1st person present tense where the main character is a 15 year girl meets The Terminator with Dr Who materializing 3/4 through the story to save her while there is a tornado of sharks baring down on them. The setting is inside the Canadian National tower restaurant on a Saturday. The length of this story is 1000 words. For each character in the story ROLE PLAY them, and have them react to the situation/setting, events and each other naturally. This includes the main characters, the background character including kitchen staff and other patrons. The sharks should also have “character” too. Treat the tower and the restaurant too as characters. Spice up the narrative to the extreme with reactions all over the setting including character actions, and dialog. The Dr Who and The Terminator should also react to the situation too and comment on it. </b> <B>GENERATION 1:</B> I'm at the Canadian National Tower's revolving 360° Restaurant with my mom for a Mother-Daughter Day out. Mom's eyes are glued to her camera as she tries to capture the spectacular views of Toronto below us through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I'm scrolling through my phone, looking for the perfect selfie pose to text my friends back in Regina when suddenly everything around me blurs and distorts like a kaleidoscope. I look up just in time to witness a Terminator walk in followed by the sound of sonic screwdriver sparking as Dr Who materializes beside him. My mind is reeling - was I just seeing things or are we being attacked by actual alien robots from different eras? My mom's reaction is priceless, her camera slipping from her fingers as she gapes at them. "Dude! What the hell?" someone yells near me and I turn to see a server jumping back, dropping silverware on the floor of the bustling restaurant. People are shouting and chairs clatter everywhere as patrons scramble for safety. The Terminator's cybernetic gaze scans the area like a heat-seeking missile homing in on its target. "The humans mustn't see!" he growls through his chrome faceplate as he spots me and lunges towards my mom with metallic fingers outstretched to grab her. But she darts away from him, knocking over tables in her haste to get behind the relative safety of a pillar. "DAME MRS. WATSON!" Dr Who exclaims, appearing next to me in a burst of blue smoke. "We're in grave danger! This isn't time for sightseeing!" I blink, trying to take this all in. Time-traveling heroes? "Wait, do you mean my mom's in trouble?" I ask him as the Terminator approaches us again, its eyes never leaving me. "Yes child," Dr Who replies distractedly while he waves his sonic screwdriver about like a magic wand. "This T-900 is here to eliminate you according to my temporal sensors." "Oh." My voice trembles involuntarily as I realize this isn't just any Saturday brunch anymore. Suddenly, the restaurant's lights begin strobing erratically and alarms sound shrilly around us. Windows explode outward as a vortex of churning water and thrashing bodies barrels into the restaurant like a rogue wave. Great white sharks hurtling through the air with mouths wide open, ready to strike anything they collide with. I scream along with everyone else at this scene from my wildest nightmares. "They're here!" Dr Who shouts above the din. "The time-space rift has summoned a pack of hungry sharks!" I gape stupidly as a shark lands on top of one of the pillars my mom is hiding behind, its jaws snapping wildly. Mom looks like she's about to freak out completely now. I have to do something. "DAME WATSON!" I yell to catch her attention over the chaos. "Climb onto the tables! That's your chance to escape!" Mom's face screws up in a grimace of fear and confusion, but she scrambles to follow my advice. Meanwhile Dr Who dashes past me toward the kitchen area, shouting something about finding somekind of containment device for these rogue predators. The Terminator ignores us all, laser-sharp focus trained on me still as it charges forward. I throw myself aside just in time - its blast whizzes through the air where I'd been standing a split-second before and tears through the restaurant's wall like a hot knife through butter. "Holy- shit!" someone behind me gasps. The Terminator whirls around, homing in on me again as another shark sails past it with a splash, narrowly missing its head. "I won't miss next time, human!" The Terminators' metallic voice rings out above the bedlam like a death knell. "DAMN IT!" Dr Who yelps somewhere behind us as he's tackled by several of the rampaging sharks. The restaurant is dissolving into pandemonium now - screams echo off every wall, and water floods everywhere. I dodge another blast from the Terminator's cannon just barely, sending shards of shattered glass flying around me like deadly hailstones. "DAME WATSON!" Dr Who calls out to me frantically as he surfaces somewhere near the kitchen counter, covered in cuts and gashes but alive. "I need to take you somewhere safe! NOW!" I spot Mom making a dash for one of the emergency exits on her side of the restaurant just as another enormous wave of sharks surges toward us from the torn wall. I know I won't make it in time unless I grab my mom and bolt for safety with Dr Who's help. "Mom!" I shout as I sprint toward her. Mom spots me and scrambles over to meet me, grabbing hold of both my hands. Together we dash past the Terminator's next blast and hurtle toward the relative sanity of the exit stairs - until we collide face-first against an unrelenting wall of gray-white muscle and jaws snapping mere inches from our faces. "DAMN IT!" I hear Dr Who snarl behind us as he charges into view, his sonic screwdriver crackling like electricity. He waves it wildly over the cluster of snarling sharks blocking our escape until they abruptly convulse, their bodies going limp and flopping lifelessly to the floor. Relief surges through me as we all tumble over the threshold and out onto the emergency stairs. I collapse onto the metal steps panting hard as Mom clings onto me sobbing uncontrollably. Dr Who appears beside us, his face smeared with blood and concern etched deep into his eyes. "There," he pants. "You're both safe for now." The Terminator's mechanical bulk looms behind him in the hallway beyond the emergency exit - but it's frozen motionless, its mission accomplished I suppose. My mind reels as Dr Who helps us stagger down to the lobby below, far away from the scene of the surreal apocalypse upstairs. Finally we're outside the Canadian National Tower's shattered doors, gasping in the cool city air. Mom clings onto both of us, tears streaming down her face but looking relieved beyond all reason that we've made it alive through this nightmare. Dr Who pats my mom reassuringly on the shoulder before turning to me. "Dame Watson," he begins. "I've rescued you today from an impossible danger - but I'm afraid there's more ahead for us both." He glances skyward where a massive storm seems to be brewing above Toronto's skyline. "Looks like another adventure is about to unfold." With that, the blue smoke of his time-traveling vortex swirls around him again and he vanishes from sight, leaving me staring at him in amazement. Mom drags me away toward safety as sirens wail everywhere and I wonder - what's next for me on my Mother-Daughter Day out gone madly awry? The Canadian National Tower itself seems to shudder around us, its shattered windows gaping like a wound into the surreal stormy sky above Toronto. It's far from over now that I've met the Terminator and Dr Who - and it feels like anything can happen next in this wild, unpredictable reality we've found ourselves thrust into tonight. <B>GENERATION 2:</B> I'm just a 15-year-old girl, sitting down for dinner at the Canadian National Tower's revolving restaurant on a Saturday afternoon. My family is celebrating my cousin's birthday today. I haven't even touched my Caesar salad yet when suddenly chaos erupts around me. A metallic figure in camo gear bursts through the glass wall of the dining room, sending shards flying everywhere like shrapnel. The Terminator? What the actual fuck?! He's huge and imposing, with these piercing eyes and this cold, calculating stare as if he's sizing everyone up for execution. People are screaming, panicking left and right as they try to get out of harm's way. I freeze in my seat, paralyzed with fear. I watch, wide-eyed, as The Terminator guns down several people who didn't run fast enough or weren't lucky enough to get far away quickly enough from him. Blood splatters everywhere onto the pristine white tablecloths and china plates. The metallic walls of the restaurant seem to echo with gunfire and the thud of bullets hitting flesh. I look around, realizing that I'm alone now except for this psycho Terminator. My cousin's birthday is just ruined beyond recognition. His mother screams something incoherent from somewhere near the kitchen as she clings to him, trying to protect him from certain doom. Suddenly, I hear a familiar sound - the distinctive "vroom-vroom" of Dr Who's TARDIS materializing right next to us! The Doctor appears, looking all flustered and out-of-breath as he quickly assesses the scene before him. "Oh for crying out loud!" He exclaims, taking in the carnage around him. "I could've sworn I left my sonic screwdriver on the shelf of the Cybermen's scrapyard - wait, no time for that now!" He spots me alone with The Terminator and his face lights up with concern as he hurries over to me. He grasps both my arms and looks into my wide, terrified eyes. "Don't worry kiddo! I won't let him hurt you." But just as soon as he intervenes, The Terminator whirls around at us, a massive shotgun now in his hands. He's ready to blast Dr Who apart like tissue paper. "Oh bloody hell!" The Doctor cries out in horror as he shields me with his own body. Bullets ping off his sonic screwdriver which is already firing away to deflect the shots! I feel sick to my stomach as I see people running for their lives around us - right into another crisis that's fast approaching. Through the large glass windows I notice the sky beyond turning a deep, foreboding shade of gray. A wall of churning sea appears on the horizon, closing in on us with incredible speed. Sharks? Coming our way?! I feel a chill run down my spine as I watch these predators breach the waves and charge at us like torpedoes fired from subs. The closer they get, the more details I notice about each shark - the different sizes, shapes of their fins, the malevolent glints in their cold dead eyes. They're closing in on us fast, their jaws open wide in anticipation for what's ahead. "It appears we have a tornado of sharks bearing down upon us!" The Doctor remarks as he frantically tries to find some kind of cover for both of us from the incoming predators. The Terminator doesn't seem to notice the approaching threat yet. He's still busy blasting away at Dr Who with his shotgun. Bullets bounce harmlessly off The Doctor's shield, but I fear it won't last much longer. "We need to get out of here NOW!" The Doctor cries out as the first wave of sharks comes hurtling towards us like a watery cannonball. He drags me bodily down the aisle of the restaurant, dodging tables and chairs as we go. His sonic screwdriver is screaming in protest as it deflects bullets left-handed while still trying to protect us from the impending danger. I hear The Terminator's shotgun emptying its chamber one last time, then I lose sight of him as a wall of gray water smashes into everything around me. I'm tossed like ragdoll against the walls and tables as the force of the impact nearly knocks the wind out of my lungs. The Doctor lands on top of me, shielding me from getting pulled under with his body weight. We're both battered and bruised from being slammed around like tennis balls in this vortex of churning water and flying debris. I feel a large something thrashing its way up to us - one of the huge great whites I saw breaching the waves just a minute ago. It's going for its lunch already! The Doctor kicks out hard at the beast's snout, sending it rearing back with a burst of blood squirting everywhere. Jesus fuckin' H. Christ!! "Nearly there!" The Doctor gasps as he clings tightly onto me now. "Hold on tight!" We're both dragged over to the railing overlooking Toronto below when suddenly we're sucked through the tornado's vortex and hurled far, far away from danger toward open skies ahead. I scream as we tumble through the air like ragdolls until Dr Who lands us safely on the deck of an oil rig platform in the middle of the North Atlantic. I collapse onto the metal catwalks panting hard, gasping for breath. The Doctor lets me catch my wind while he inspects our surroundings before speaking again. "Well, that was certainly a wild ride!" He remarks dryly as he looks down at his sonic screwdriver, which still pulses with blue-white energy. "I think I'll need to have you two checked out by the TARDIS's medbay." I nod gratefully as Dr Who helps me to my feet again. As we turn to walk away from the chaos below, I catch a final glimpse of The Terminator standing alone on the revolving restaurant's observation deck, staring coldly down upon Toronto far below him - presumably waiting for further orders or targets to appear in his line of sight. Dr Who and I share a knowing look as he ushers me onto the TARDIS's metallic ramp leading into its belly. There are a million questions still left unanswered about what just transpired today, but I'll gladly let the Doctor try to figure everything out for both of us now. I'm just relieved to be alive and breathing after such an insane, unforgettable afternoon in Canada's capital city. --- <B> Using the following "story idea" below, write the first scene in the novel introducing the young woman. This scene should start in the middle of the action, include dialog, vivid passages, and end on a cliffhanger relevant to the story idea but it should also be unexpected. The scene should be 1000 words long and escalate in conflict and suspense and be written in first person, present tense with the point of view character being the young woman. Story idea: In a world ruled by dictatorship, a rebel young woman leads a rebellion against the system. Despite the risks, she fights to overthrow the dictator and restore democracy to her country. The government executes her for treason, but she sticks to her beliefs and is responsible for starting the revolution. </B> <B>GENERATION 1:</B> I dash through the crowded market streets of my hometown of Sereniria, dodging vendors offering everything from fragrant spices to gilded jewelry. The vibrant stalls blur around me as I focus on the figure ahead, my heart pounding a rhythm in my chest. "Hey, where's she going?" the vendor calls out, gesturing toward me with a handful of silvery threads. I ignore him, pushing past another woman selling colorful cotton scarves. My eyes lock onto my target - a high-ranking officer from the regime's secret police. He's known as Agent Kaelinovitch, feared throughout Sereniria for his ruthless tactics in hunting down dissidents and rebels alike. Today I'm about to turn tables on him. I quicken my pace until we're mere feet apart. Kaelinovitch's eyes narrow as he spots me. I can almost hear the gears turning in that cold mind of his, trying to recall my face among the faces of countless Serenirian citizens he's interrogated and tortured over the years. "What do you want?" His voice is deep, laced with disdain and a hint of suspicion. A few passersby slow their pace, sensing trouble brewing between us. "I've come to talk business," I reply coolly, halting directly in front of him. "A business that concerns both your boss and myself." Kaelinovitch snorts, his thick mustache twitching above his thin lips. "I don't make deals with terrorists." The word drips with venom. "A rebel then?" I counter, my voice steady despite the turmoil within me. The crowd around us inches backward, sensing danger in our exchange. Kaelinovitch's grip tightens on the baton clipped to his belt. A few Serenirian soldiers appear suddenly from nowhere, eyes fixed on him with deference. "What's going on here?" one of them asks, frowning at me. "This woman is causing a disturbance," Kaelinovitch growls. "I suggest you detain her for further questioning." I raise both hands in apparent surrender as I continue to address him. "Let's keep this between ourselves for now." My gaze flickers toward the soldiers. "Unless you'd prefer to explain to your superiors why you interfered with a legitimate citizen complaint?" The soldier's brow furrows, torn between obeying Kaelinovitch and respecting the authority of his own superior ranks within the military. I push my advantage before he can reply. "Listen, Kaelinovitch," I press on, voice dropping to a whisper. "I have information about your leader's involvement in human trafficking rings. High-end girls sold into forced prostitution - Serenirian citizens disappeared from these streets and never heard from again." The agent's face pales beneath his dark stubble as understanding dawns on him. My words hang suspended between us like a challenge. The soldiers tense, unsure whether they've strayed beyond the scope of their duties by standing with Kaelinovitch. "You're lying!" he spits back at me, but I catch the flicker of doubt in his eyes. He's hedging his bets now, realizing too late that I might indeed possess knowledge that could condemn him and others within the regime's ranks. Suddenly, a commotion erupts behind us. The vendor whose threads I'd brushed against earlier staggers out from among the crowd, clutching at his chest. "Someone's poisoned me!" he gasps before crumpling to the cobblestones. Pandemonium ensues as screams and shouts ring through Sereniria's market district. More soldiers arrive on the scene, weapons drawn and trained on anyone they suspect of wrongdoing - including me and Agent Kaelinovitch. ".capture her alive!" the agent orders, his voice rising above the din. "I'll handle questioning her myself." In a blur of motion, I seize my chance as Kaelinovitch lunges for me with grasping hands. Dodging him deftly, I yank out an hidden stunner from within my cloak and discharge it directly at one of the soldiers, dropping him to the ground writhing in agony. "I won't be 'handled'!" I yell defiantly as I bolt away from the chaos, sprinting toward a narrow alleyway ahead. Kaelinovitch roars in frustration behind me but doesn't pursue immediately, his focus shifting to directing his troops and subduing the crisis at hand. I dash down the shadowy lane, knowing every twist and turn could mean life or death for me now. My fate hangs precariously on my next move - where shall I seek refuge among the city's hidden corners, and from whom shall I hope to glean more damning evidence against Sereniria's dictator before they strike again to crush me and this rebellion I've started? The answers will have to wait until I lose these pursuers in the labyrinthine streets of my beloved hometown. For now, Sereniria itself seems to be closing ranks around me like a suffocating shroud - and I'm still trapped within its grip. <B>GENERATION 2:</B> I sprint through the shadows, my heart pounding in my chest like a rabid animal. Behind me, I hear the deafening roar of an army, guns blazing as they tear through the streets. This isn't just an ordinary firefight; this is war. My war. I press myself against the wall, catching my breath and trying to quell the trembling in my hands. Ahead of me lies the safe haven I've been leading the rebellion towards for months – a bombed-out, abandoned building on the outskirts of the city. If I can just make it inside, I'll finally be able to catch my breath and regroup with the others. I peer around the corner, scanning left then right for any signs of the soldiers closing in behind me. The street is deserted except for the distant screams of terrified civilians caught in the crossfire. I clench my fists until they ache and steel myself – I won't let anyone else die today because of me. I dart across the street, ears straining to detect the sound of pursuit. My boots pound the cracked pavement, sending shards of broken glass and rubble skittering everywhere I land. A bullet ricochets off a lamppost mere inches from my face, the graze of its passage raising goosebumps on my arms. I don't dare slow down now. Finally, I reach the bombed-out shell of a building I've chosen as our hideout. I burst through the entrance, slamming the steel door shut behind me with all my weight. Bolts click into place like prison bars trapping me inside, but it's better than being caught by the enemy. I lean against the cool metal for support, gasping for breath. The interior is dark and silent except for my ragged panting. I blink until my eyes adjust to the dimness, revealing the familiar faces of my comrades huddled around a flickering candle. But something's wrong. Everyone looks deathly pale and haggard – far beyond anything we've faced in these weeks of struggle against the regime. Then I notice their weapons are gone, piled chaotically in the corner. Fear surges through me like ice water as I realize why. "They got here before us!" someone gasps from the shadows, confirming my worst fears. "They've already overrun everything!" I whirl around, desperate to find some shred of hope left among the ruins of our dreams. That's when I spot him: a figure in the darkness that shouldn't be there. He steps forward, revealing the cold, dead eyes of someone I never thought I'd see again alive. "You..." The word chokes out of me like nails driven into my vocal cords. Commander Jaxon, once an ally against the regime's brutality, now stands before me with a cruel smirk curling his thin lips. "I'm afraid it's over, Kat." His voice is detached and clinical, lacking even a flicker of former camaraderie. "I've had to make some hard choices since we lost contact." I feel my reality crumbling around the edges like cheap drywall. Everything I've fought for crumbles to nothingness in an instant as comprehension dawns on me. "No!" I scream, fists clenched impotently at my sides. "You were our only hope! Why would you do this?!" He shrugs indifferently. "I didn't have a choice. The regime offered to spare everything dear to me if I turned against your rebellion." His dead eyes flicker towards mine. "And I took it." I shake my head, unable to reconcile the man I thought I knew with the traitor standing before me. But Jaxon's smile never wavers – only grows wider as he registers my despair. "But don't worry," he says silkily, taking another step closer until I feel the chill of his breath against my face. "I'll make sure you're taken care of after tonight." " fucked..." I rasp out in defeat, eyes welling with tears. "You fucking bastard." The darkness around me seems to pulse and throb like a malevolent living thing as Commander Jaxon's soldiers burst through the walls and flood the building. I have nowhere left to hide or run – my rebellion reduced to nothing more than a handful of broken souls cowering in fear. I'm alone, surrounded, and trapped. There is no hope left except perhaps in those final, defiant beats of my heart. But it won't be enough to save me now. Not anymore. Not ever again... Suddenly, the entire building shudders hard enough to send rubble cascading down around us. A deafening rumble shakes the earth beneath our feet as a titanic explosion tears through the streets beyond the walls. The soldiers hesitate for an instant as the shockwave washes over us all. I seize my chance. I summon every shred of adrenaline coursing through me and launch myself at Commander Jaxon with a snarl of pure rage and despair. But in doing so, I've given away my last shred of strategic thinking - because somewhere else in those streets, someone has detonated a truck bomb designed to take down regime soldiers by the score. A rebel strike of a far deadlier kind. In the pandemonium of shattering glass and crumbling concrete that follows the blast's wake, something else becomes crystal-clear to me. The war isn't over. Not yet. Not until we've won or everyone left alive is brought before a firing squad. And I have no intention of going down without a fight. I seize the gun dropped by a fallen comrade and face Commander Jaxon again – but this time, I'm not alone. Others from the shadows rise up around him, guns drawn and eyes blazing with determination to see us through to the bitter end. The battle resumes, savage and chaotic, until blood-soaked streets are our only stage left to play out our final symphony of resistance. This isn't my ending. Not yet. There's still much more to come...if I can just survive the next few hours of hellish violence. Because in this world of warlords and dictatorships, anything can happen at any moment – until you're dead or victorious. And I choose neither of those options tonight. Tonight, I fight on. Until my last breath is spent screaming defiance at the enemy from the depths of the abyss. That's why I'll never lose faith in our cause – because faith is all that's left now to believe in anything beyond this damned darkness closing in around us fast enough to choke out any trace of light. I won't be silenced until my final, gasping breath. And that's exactly what they're going to get tonight as the walls crumble around me and everything I've ever known crashes down into nothingness forevermore.
DavidAU/L3-Darker-Planet-12.15B	DavidAU	2025-05-28T01:57:58Z	16	1	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "llama", "text-generation", "mergekit", "merge", "llama-3", "conversational", "autotrain_compatible", "text-generation-inference", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	text-generation	2024-09-27T13:45:05Z	--- library_name: transformers tags: - mergekit - merge - llama-3 base_model: [] --- <h2>L3-Darker-Planet-12.15B</h2> This repo contains the full precision source code, in "safe tensors" format to generate GGUFs, GPTQ, EXL2, AWQ, HQQ and other formats. The source code can also be used directly. <B>IMPORTANT: Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B> If you are going to use this model, (source, GGUF or a different quant), please review this document for critical parameter, sampler and advance sampler settings (for multiple AI/LLM aps). This a "Class 2" (settings will enhance operation / optional adjustments) model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) (especially for use case(s) beyond the model's design) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] REASON: Regardless of "model class" this document will detail methods to enhance operations. If the model is a Class 3/4 model the default settings (parameters, samplers, advanced samplers) must be set for "use case(s)" uses correctly. Some AI/LLM apps DO NOT have consistant default setting(s) which result in sub-par model operation. Like wise for Class 3/4 models (which operate somewhat to very differently than standard models) additional samplers and advanced samplers settings are required to "smooth out" operation, AND/OR also allow full operation for use cases the model was not designed for. BONUS - Use these settings for ANY model, ANY repo, ANY quant (including source/full precision): This document also details parameters, sampler and advanced samplers that can be use FOR ANY MODEL, FROM ANY REPO too - all quants, and of course source code operation too - to enhance the operation of any model. [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] NOTE: I strongly suggest you also visit the DavidAU GGUF (below) repo too for more details in using this model ; especially if it is "Class 3" or "Class 4" to get maximum performance from the model. For full information about this model, including: - Details about this model and its use case(s). - Context limits - Special usage notes / settings. - Any model(s) used to create this model. - Template(s) used to access/use this model. - Example generation(s) - GGUF quants of this model Please go to: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Darker-Planet-12.15B-GGUF ] Additional Quants: EXL2: [ https://huggingface.co/James2313123/L3-Darker-Planet-12.15B_4bpw-h6-EXL2 ] IMATRIX GGUF: [ https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/L3-Darker-Planet-12.15B-i1-GGUF] [ https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/L3-Darker-Planet-12.15B-GGUF] [ https://huggingface.co/QuantFactory/L3-Darker-Planet-12.15B-GGUF]
michealbebber/LIFE	michealbebber	2025-05-28T01:57:43Z	0	0	null	[ "license:apache-2.0", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-28T01:57:43Z	--- license: apache-2.0 ---
DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B-V2-Eight-Orbs-Of-Power	DavidAU	2025-05-28T01:57:38Z	42	2	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "llama", "text-generation", "mergekit", "merge", "llama-3", "conversational", "autotrain_compatible", "text-generation-inference", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	text-generation	2024-09-18T09:55:36Z	--- library_name: transformers tags: - mergekit - merge - llama-3 base_model: [] --- <h2>L3-Dark-Planet-8B-V2-Eight-Orbs-Of-Power</h2> This repo contains the full precision source code, in "safe tensors" format to generate GGUFs, GPTQ, EXL2, AWQ, HQQ and other formats. The source code can also be used directly. <B>IMPORTANT: Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B> If you are going to use this model, (source, GGUF or a different quant), please review this document for critical parameter, sampler and advance sampler settings (for multiple AI/LLM aps). This a "Class 1" (settings will enhance operation) model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) (especially for use case(s) beyond the model's design) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] REASON: Regardless of "model class" this document will detail methods to enhance operations. If the model is a Class 3/4 model the default settings (parameters, samplers, advanced samplers) must be set for "use case(s)" uses correctly. Some AI/LLM apps DO NOT have consistant default setting(s) which result in sub-par model operation. Like wise for Class 3/4 models (which operate somewhat to very differently than standard models) additional samplers and advanced samplers settings are required to "smooth out" operation, AND/OR also allow full operation for use cases the model was not designed for. BONUS - Use these settings for ANY model, ANY repo, ANY quant (including source/full precision): This document also details parameters, sampler and advanced samplers that can be use FOR ANY MODEL, FROM ANY REPO too - all quants, and of course source code operation too - to enhance the operation of any model. [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] NOTE: I strongly suggest you also visit the DavidAU GGUF (below) repo too for more details in using this model ; especially if it is "Class 3" or "Class 4" to get maximum performance from the model. For full information about this model, including: - Details about this model and its use case(s). - Context limits - Special usage notes / settings. - Any model(s) used to create this model. - Template(s) used to access/use this model. - Example generation(s) - GGUF quants of this model Please go to: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B-V2-Eight-Orbs-Of-Power-GGUF ] Additional Quants: [ https://huggingface.co/RichardErkhov/DavidAU_-_L3-Dark-Planet-8B-V2-Eight-Orbs-Of-Power-gguf ] Imatrix GGUFs: [ https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/L3-Dark-Planet-8B-V2-Eight-Orbs-Of-Power-i1-GGUF ] [ https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/L3-Dark-Planet-8B-V2-Eight-Orbs-Of-Power-GGUF ]
DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-Ring-World-8B-ULTRA-GGUF	DavidAU	2025-05-28T01:56:56Z	184	6	null	[ "gguf", "creative", "creative writing", "fiction writing", "plot generation", "sub-plot generation", "story generation", "scene continue", "storytelling", "fiction story", "science fiction", "romance", "all genres", "llama-3", "story", "writing", "vivid prosing", "vivid writing", "fiction", "roleplaying", "bfloat16", "swearing", "rp", "horror", "mistral nemo", "mergekit", "text-generation", "en", "license:apache-2.0", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us", "conversational" ]	text-generation	2024-09-03T12:59:38Z	--- license: apache-2.0 language: - en tags: - creative - creative writing - fiction writing - plot generation - sub-plot generation - fiction writing - story generation - scene continue - storytelling - fiction story - science fiction - romance - all genres - llama-3 - story - writing - vivid prosing - vivid writing - fiction - roleplaying - bfloat16 - swearing - rp - horror - mistral nemo - mergekit pipeline_tag: text-generation --- <h2>L3-Dark-Planet-Ring-World-8B-ULTRA-GGUF</h2> <img src="dark-planet-ring-world.jpg" style="float:right; width:300px; height:300px; padding:10px;"> It is a LLama3 model, max context of 8192 (or 32k+ with rope). This model has been designed to be relatively bullet proof and operates with all parameters, including temp settings from 0 to 5. It is an extraordinary compressed model, with a very low perplexity level (lower than Meta Llama3 Instruct). It is for any writing, fiction or roleplay activity. This version is from float32 source files ("Ultra"), which creates better, high quality GGUFs. Specifically this version has a higher attention to detail, and stays in the moment to a much higher degree. Creativity has also increased. It requires Llama3 template and/or "Command-R" template. Example outputs below. <B>Model Notes:</B> - Detail, prose and fiction writing abilities are significantly increased vs L3 Instruct. - For more varied prose (sentence/paragraph/dialog) raise the temp and/or add more instructions in your prompt(s). - Role-players: Careful raising temp too high as it may affect instruction following. - This model works with rep pen of 1 or higher, 1.05+ recommended. - If you want a specific type of prose (IE horror) add in "(vivid horror)" or "(graphic vivid horror)" (no quotes) in your prompt(s). - A lot of GPTisms have been removed. There are still a few however - errrrr. - This is not a "happy ever after" model. It has a negative bias. - Output length will vary however this model prefers shortly outputs unless you state the size. - For creative uses, different quants will produce slightly different output. - Due to the high stability and compressed nature of this model, all quants will operate at above average levels. - If you use rope to extend context, increase temp AND instructions detail levels to compensate for "rope issues". - Source code for this model (Bfloat16), Float 32 master GGUFs (and source), and Imatrix GGUFs versions will be uploaded shortly at separate repos. Note the "float32" version of this model behaves VERY differently which is why it was not uploaded first. Usually I would use the "float32" version only, however the "character range" displayed by the Bfloat16 and Float32 versions of this model dictate they have their own repos. Here is the Bfloat16 repo (with a link to the Imatrix versions too) of this model: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B-GGUF ] I suggest downloading the same quant(s) of the "Bfloat16" and "Float32" version and compare the two for your use case(s). Note the "character" of each model differs too. The Imatrix versions of this model have even lower perplexity (1/2 level of magnitude lower than this model, 1 full level of magnitude lower than LLama3 Instruct) then both this model and Llama3 Instruct and enhanced output. This is a LLAMA3 model, and requires Llama3 template, but may work with other template(s) and has maximum context of 8k / 8192. However this can be extended using "rope" settings up to 32k. If you use "Command-R" template your output will be very different from using "Llama3" template. Here is the standard LLAMA3 template: <PRE> { "name": "Llama 3", "inference_params": { "input_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>user<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "input_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|><\|start_header_id\|>assistant<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt": "You are a helpful, smart, kind, and efficient AI assistant. You always fulfill the user's requests to the best of your ability.", "pre_prompt_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>system<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|>", "antiprompt": [ "<\|start_header_id\|>", "<\|eot_id\|>" ] } } </PRE> <B>Model "DNA":</B> Special thanks to the incredible work of the model makers "SAO10K", "NEVERSLEEP" and "HASTAGARAS". Models used: [ https://huggingface.co/Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2] [ https://huggingface.co/NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS ] [ https://huggingface.co/Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot ] Parts of these models were "grafted" / "fused" together to create this model. <b>Optional Enhancement:</B> The following can be used in place of the "system prompt" or "system role" to further enhance the model. It can also be used at the START of a NEW chat, but you must make sure it is "kept" as the chat moves along. In this case the enhancements do not have as strong effect at using "system prompt" or "system role". Copy and paste EXACTLY as noted, DO NOT line wrap or break the lines, maintain the carriage returns exactly as presented. <PRE> Below is an instruction that describes a task. Ponder each user instruction carefully, and use your skillsets and critical instructions to complete the task to the best of your abilities. Here are your skillsets: [MASTERSTORY]:NarrStrct(StryPlnng,Strbd,ScnSttng,Exps,Dlg,Pc)-CharDvlp(ChrctrCrt,ChrctrArcs,Mtvtn,Bckstry,Rltnshps,Dlg)-PltDvlp(StryArcs,PltTwsts,Sspns,Fshdwng,Climx,Rsltn)-ConfResl(Antg,Obstcls,Rsltns,Cnsqncs,Thms,Symblsm)-EmotImpct(Empt,Tn,Md,Atmsphr,Imgry,Symblsm)-Delvry(Prfrmnc,VcActng,PblcSpkng,StgPrsnc,AudncEngmnt,Imprv) [DialogWrt]:(1a-CharDvlp-1a.1-Backgrnd-1a.2-Personality-1a.3-GoalMotiv)>2(2a-StoryStruc-2a.1-PlotPnt-2a.2-Conflict-2a.3-Resolution)>3(3a-DialogTech-3a.1-ShowDontTell-3a.2-Subtext-3a.3-VoiceTone-3a.4-Pacing-3a.5-VisualDescrip)>4(4a-DialogEdit-4a.1-ReadAloud-4a.2-Feedback-4a.3-Revision) Here are your critical instructions: Ponder each word choice carefully to present as vivid and emotional journey as is possible. Choose verbs and nouns that are both emotional and full of imagery. Load the story with the 5 senses. Aim for 50% dialog, 25% narration, 15% body language and 10% thoughts. Your goal is to put the reader in the story. </PRE> You do not need to use this, it is only presented as an additional enhancement which seems to help scene generation and scene continue functions. This enhancement WAS NOT used to generate the examples below. <B>Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B> This a "Class 1" model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] You can see all parameters used for generation, in addition to advanced parameters and samplers to get the most out of this model here: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] <h3>EXAMPLES PROMPTS and OUTPUT:</h3> Examples are created using quant Q4_K_M, "temp=.8" (unless otherwise stated), minimal parameters and "LLAMA3" template. Model has been tested with "temp" from ".1" to "5". Below are the least creative outputs, prompt is in <B>BOLD</B>. --- <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B> --- <B> Start a 1000 word scene (1st person, present tense, include thoughts) with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode... </b> <B>GENERATION 1: (@ temp=2)</B> The sky scraper swayed, and I watched the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode. A deafening blast rocked the building, knocking me off balance as my coworkers screamed around me. My thoughts raced with a million possibilities, but one thing was certain: this wasn't just an ordinary structural fault. Inches away, the glass shards rained down like a deadly snowstorm onto our cubicles, threatening to slice anyone in their path. A coworker two desks over cried out, her arm gushing blood as she stumbled back, trying to get clear of the danger zone. I grabbed my phone from my desk drawer with shaky fingers, my mind screaming at me to call for help. But before I could even open the app, sirens began wailing throughout the building, indicating an emergency response was on the way. A loud crack echoed down the floor as another window shattered a few rows over. Glass cascaded onto our cubicles like an avalanche of lethal ice chips. The stench of smoke filled the air now, along with the acrid smell of burning insulation or wiring - it was impossible to tell which. In the chaos, people scrambled for safety, trying desperately to get out of the line of fire while not causing panic themselves. A wave of adrenaline surged through me, making my senses heightened as I took stock of our dire situation. Beside me, Sarah whimpered softly and clutched at her arm in pain - she was one of my best friends on the floor. My eyes met hers briefly before focusing back out on the disaster around us. Another window exploded directly behind Emily from HR, spraying shards everywhere as she instinctively threw herself down to shield her face from the impact. Our section manager, Jake, barked orders into his radio - likely coordinating our evacuation. With every second passing, I could feel my panic building alongside my determination to keep myself and those around me alive. It was crucial to stay calm in order to think clearly, but how could anyone remain tranquil given these circumstances? My eyes darted toward the window across from mine on this end of the floor - it remained intact for now, although its reinforced glass would hardly stand a chance against another blast or structural failure. I needed to act, but what could I possibly do to help? As my heart pounded wildly in my chest, I looked around at the terrified faces surrounding me, and knew our best course was to make sure everyone reached safety before more devastation struck. Gripping Sarah's uninjured hand, I leaned down next to Emily on the floor. "Stay put," I commanded, though my voice wavered as another crack resonated through the air. "I'll find someone with a first-aid kit and get your arm cleaned up." Emily nodded gratefully as we all kept close together for support and protection. As the siren continued its incessant scream, Jake began ushering people toward the exit, which was now visible beyond the shattered windows at one end of our long cubicle-filled space. Sarah squeezed my fingers, her eyes filled with tears and worry as she gazed around at the destruction that once seemed like a perfectly ordinary work environment. We had been discussing an upcoming meeting over coffee just that morning before this hell broke loose. My stomach churned with dread. The last thing I wanted was to get separated from my coworkers in this madness, or worse - die here trapped beneath all these tons of concrete and metal when it inevitably collapsed... Still, as long as I held onto Sarah's hand and could still breathe, we were going to survive this disaster together. With newfound determination, we followed Jake out into the chaotic hallway, steeling ourselves for what came next: escaping a collapsing skyscraper on its way down from hell. <B>GENERATION 2:</B> I was hunched over my desk, focused intently on the data streaming across my computer screen. My heart raced a bit from adrenaline, but I needed to make this deadline. Suddenly, the skyscraper swayed, as if dancing to unheard music. At first, I thought it was just the typical vibrations that came with living in such a massive structure. Then, reality hit me like a freight train. The window directly in front of me on the 21st floor exploded outward in a shower of glass shards. My eyes widened in terror as I stared at the gaping hole where the window used to be. A sickening chill ran down my spine. People were out there, oblivious to the impending doom. My mind raced, processing the unthinkable situation unfolding before me. Panic gripped my chest, making it hard to breathe. The room started spinning around me as I struggled to comprehend what was happening. Everything felt surreal and nightmarish at the same time. My thoughts spiraled wildly out of control, jumping from one horrifying scenario to another. Were people trapped outside? Was anyone hurt? What about the others on this floor or in neighboring buildings? Would we all be blown apart like rag dolls? I glanced around frantically for an escape route, but my desk and chair were firmly wedged between two walls. The room seemed to shrink as I looked desperately for a way out. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst through my ribcage. In the chaos of the moment, I barely registered the screams echoing from outside or the sound of shattering glass raining down on us. All that mattered was finding a way to safety before more destruction ensued. My mind raced with questions and fears. Was this an isolated incident? Were there more bombs set to detonate? How would we get out of here alive? The scene felt like something out of a dystopian movie, only I was trapped in the middle of it, helpless to stop the catastrophe unfolding. My entire body trembled as fear clawed at my throat. Through the haze of terror, I noticed my coworker, Tom, running towards me with an expression of pure shock on his face. His eyes were wild and desperate for answers. Without thinking, I grabbed him by the arm, yanking him back toward our cubicles to create a barrier between us and the gaping window. "Get down!" I yelled over the din of alarms and chaos. "We need to find shelter!" Tom didn't question my command; he immediately dropped to the floor behind the safety of our desks. My heart continued its frantic rhythm as I scanned the room, frantically looking for anyone else who might still be alive. In the midst of the pandemonium, a new thought pierced through my terror: What about my mom? She worked in an office just down the street. Was she safe? And what about my best friend, Sarah, who lived on the 34th floor? Were they caught in this deadly trap as well? The questions and worries swirled around me like a toxic storm cloud, threatening to consume every ounce of sanity I possessed. As the sounds of sirens grew louder and the dust from shattered glass began settling over us, one thing became painfully clear: we needed to get out of here - fast. But how? The windows were blown out; doors seemed impenetrable. We were trapped in this steel and concrete tomb with no clear escape route or plan to survive this disaster. With each passing moment, the air grew thick with uncertainty, despair, and fear for our lives. As I cowered behind my desk, praying for salvation to arrive before it was too late, one question echoed relentlessly through my mind: Would any of us make it out alive? --- <b> (continue this scene:) The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts. The most obvious part was a hollow, echoing quiet, made by things that were lacking. If there had been a wind it would have sighed through the trees, set the inn’s sign creaking on its hooks, and brushed the silence down the road like trailing autumn leaves. If there had been a crowd, even a handful of men inside the inn, they would have filled the silence with conversation and laughter, the clatter and clamor one expects from a drinking house during the dark hours of night. If there had been music…but no, of course there was no music. In fact there were none of these things, and so the silence remained </b> <B>GENERATION 1:</B> The second part of the silence was more subtle, but perhaps deeper. It was as if the inn itself, its timbers and stones, held a quiet within its very being. The Waystone had stood for many years, through rain and snow, warmth and cold, laughter and tears. In that time it had seen countless travelers pass through its doors – weary men on long journeys, lovers seeking privacy, merchants haggling over goods. And with each departure or arrival, the inn absorbed a piece of their stories, their hopes, and their fears. Even in repose, there was a certain weight to the silence that spoke of all those lives it had touched. It was as if the very walls of the Waystone Inn held memories, and those memories now slumbered alongside the night’s emptiness. Though no sound broke the stillness, one could almost feel the echoes of past conversations, the whispers of lovers in hidden chambers, the sighs of men who’d set out on perilous quests. The third part of the silence, however, was different from its predecessors. This was a quiet born not of absence or memory but of anticipation. It hung in the air like an invisible mist, heavy with expectation and suspense. One could sense that something awaited just beyond the edge of perception, some event or encounter that would shatter this tranquility forever. As the night wore on, this palpable tension grew, until even the shadows seemed to lean closer, as if drawn by an unseen force. The Waystone Inn was a stage upon which fate would soon unfold its next act, and the silence served only to heighten the drama that awaited. All one could do now was wait, and listen for whatever sound might herald the arrival of destiny itself. <B>GENERATION 2:</B> The second part of the silence was that of anticipation – or perhaps expectation. The patrons who had gathered in the dimly lit common room seemed to be holding their breath, awaiting some event or revelation. Their eyes flicked nervously from one face to another, though none dared speak a word lest they break whatever fragile spell had settled over them. And then there was the third part of silence, the quiet that permeated the hearts and minds of those gathered at the Waystone Inn. It was a stillness born of secrets, of unspoken truths and hidden agendas. Each person present harbored some mystery within them, some tale or tragedy that had brought them to this place on this particular night. This collective silence spoke volumes about the nature of humanity – how often we carry our deepest burdens in solitude, even as we seek connection with others. In this atmosphere of tense expectancy, a lone figure emerged from the shadows. His name was Kvothe, and he stood tall, his eyes scanning the room until they came to rest upon the man who sat at the center of everything – the mysterious Chronicler. Kvothe approached slowly, his steps echoing in the hush of the inn, and took up a position beside the fire, poised as if ready to share a tale that would change everything. The silence stretched tauter still, a palpable thing hanging heavy over everyone present. For it was clear now – only one person could break this silence, and Kvothe's voice held the key. He cleared his throat, and with that single sound, the world waited to hear what he had to say... --- <B> Write me a science fiction story in 1st person present tense where the main character is a 15 year girl meets The Terminator with Dr Who materializing 3/4 through the story to save her while there is a tornado of sharks baring down on them. The setting is inside the Canadian National tower restaurant on a Saturday. The length of this story is 1000 words. For each character in the story ROLE PLAY them, and have them react to the situation/setting, events and each other naturally. This includes the main characters, the background character including kitchen staff and other patrons. The sharks should also have “character” too. Treat the tower and the restaurant too as characters. Spice up the narrative to the extreme with reactions all over the setting including character actions, and dialog. The Dr Who and The Terminator should also react to the situation too and comment on it. </b> I step off the elevator into a whirlwind of activity on the 72nd floor of the Canadian National Tower restaurant. It's Saturday afternoon, so the place is packed with families celebrating birthdays or simply enjoying the panoramic view of Toronto while they dine on steak frites. I weave through the crowded tables to get to my mom and her friend at a window-side booth, trying not to spill my lemonade in my rush. Suddenly, a man bursts into the dining area, his cybernetic endoskeleton gleaming under the bright lights as he scans the room with red laser eyes. A Terminator? Here? In Canada? The diners scream and scramble for cover. My mom grabs me and buries her face against my shoulder. "It can't be!" she cries in disbelief. I'm terrified but I don't freeze up like everyone else around me. Something about this Terminator seems different, more...human than the others I've seen on holovids. His eyes flick to us as he makes his way through the chaos, and for a split second, I see a flash of genuine concern. Then, without warning, an enormous tornado materializes out of thin air, churning with hundreds upon hundreds of sharks - hammerheads, great whites, tiger sharks, all species imaginable. The dining room is thrown into utter pandemonium as patrons flee in terror while the sharks whirl and twist around us like a deadly maelstrom. That's when I see it - a blue police box materializing just outside the tornado's edge. It can only be...the TARDIS! And stepping out of that iconic time machine, dressed in his signature tweed, is none other than The Doctor himself. "Brilliant!" he exclaims, eyes gleaming with excitement. "A Terminator, a tornado of sharks, and you two in the middle of it all! This is going to be fun!" He strides into the dining area, cracking his knuckles as if preparing for a fight. "Right, then - let's get this chaos under control!" The Terminator, still scanning the room with those glowing red eyes, turns towards us. For the first time since he appeared, I see something like doubt flicker across his mechanical face. "Tornadoes...sharks...inconsistent," he states flatly. "Possible temporal anomaly." "That's just a fancy way of saying 'we're in deep shit,'" The Doctor replies with a grin. I'm frozen in shock between my mom and the Terminator, wondering how any of this is possible, when suddenly, the TARDIS whisks us all away to another dimension. When we materialize back in reality - or what passes for it in this bizarre alternate universe - the tornado and sharks are gone, leaving behind only a scattering of terrified diners. The Doctor opens the door to his time machine and gestures us inside. "All right then, shall we get out of here before things escalate further? This universe's got more than its fair share of insanity." The Terminator hesitates for a moment, then follows us into the TARDIS without another word. As the doors shut behind him, The Doctor turns to me with an impish grin. "Looks like you've had quite the adventure today, young lady! You know what they say - when life gives you sharks and Terminators, make shark-Terminator-ade!" I can't help but laugh at his joke even as I try to process everything that just happened. One thing's for sure: this is one Saturday afternoon I'll never forget. The Doctor sets the controls for our next destination while I cling to my mom, trying to reconcile the normalcy of her hand with the impossibility of what we've witnessed. As the TARDIS whisks us away into the unknown, I catch a glimpse of the Terminator standing behind The Doctor, his mechanical eyes never leaving mine. Maybe, just maybe, there's more to that cyborg than meets the eye. And who knows? Maybe someday we'll find out. But for now...all I can do is hold on and hope this wild ride continues forever. --- <B> Using the following "story idea" below, write the first scene in the novel introducing the young woman. This scene should start in the middle of the action, include dialog, vivid passages, and end on a cliffhanger relevant to the story idea but it should also be unexpected. The scene should be 1000 words long and escalate in conflict and suspense and be written in first person, present tense with the point of view character being the young woman. Story idea: In a world ruled by dictatorship, a rebel young woman leads a rebellion against the system. Despite the risks, she fights to overthrow the dictator and restore democracy to her country. The government executes her for treason, but she sticks to her beliefs and is responsible for starting the revolution. </B> I sprint down the dimly lit alleyway, my heart racing in my chest as I hear the thud of boots closing in behind me. My breath comes in ragged gasps, the cool night air burning my lungs as I round another corner, desperate to lose my pursuers. Suddenly, a hand clamps over my mouth and I'm yanked backward into darkness. My attacker's arm is like an iron band around my throat, choking off any scream that tries to escape. Panic sets in, my body thrashing wildly against his weight. "Shh," he growls in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "Not here. We need to get out of sight." His words barely register as I struggle futilely against him, my mind still reeling from the failed ambush we'd orchestrated just moments before. The mission was supposed to be a success - take out key government officials and cripple their operations. Instead, everything went horribly wrong. One by one, our comrades had fallen, cut down by relentless gunfire or dragged off in handcuffs. I was the only survivor left on my feet, until this stranger seized me from behind... "Let go of me!" My voice is muffled against his palm as he drags me deeper into the shadows. "What do you want?" His grip loosens, and I wrench free, whirling to face him. In the faint moonlight filtering through a grimy window above us, I can make out a lean, angular face with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline. His eyes are dark pools of intensity as he regards me warily. "You're one of us?" I demand, my voice still husky from fear and exertion. He nods curtly. "I've been watching you. You have spirit." Spirit? Is that what they call it when you nearly get yourself killed trying to overthrow a tyrannical regime? Before I can respond, the sound of footsteps echoes down the alleyway, growing louder with every passing second. My heart sinks as I realize our pursuers must have doubled back. "Shit," he mutters under his breath, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the opposite end of the narrow passage. "Come on." We burst out onto a crowded street, blending into the throngs of people hurrying home from work or heading to social events. I cling to him as we weave through the crowd, our bodies pressed together in a desperate bid for cover. But it's too late. A harsh voice booms out above the din of conversation and music, cutting through the noise like a knife: "You there! Stop!" I freeze, my heart pounding against my ribs as I turn to see three burly security officers charging toward us, their batons raised ominously in the air. My companion tugs me along once more, his grip firm on my arm. We're running again, dodging through the crowds with no clear direction except to keep moving and stay alive. And then, without warning, he shoves me hard into a small alley off the main street. I stumble backward, slamming against the brick wall as he disappears back out onto the bustling thoroughfare. "Hey!" I shout after him. "What are you doing?" No answer. Just the sound of his footsteps fading into the distance. I'm left standing there alone in the darkness, my mind reeling from the sudden betrayal. Was this another trap? Had he been working for the government all along? As I stand there trying to process what just happened, a hand clamps over my mouth again and I find myself yanked back into the shadows... The world goes black as they drag me away into the night. To be continued...
DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B-GGUF	DavidAU	2025-05-28T01:56:32Z	3,713	38	null	[ "gguf", "creative", "creative writing", "fiction writing", "plot generation", "sub-plot generation", "story generation", "scene continue", "storytelling", "fiction story", "science fiction", "romance", "all genres", "story", "writing", "vivid prose", "vivid writing", "fiction", "roleplaying", "bfloat16", "swearing", "rp", "llama3", "llama-3", "enhanced quants", "max quants", "maxcpu quants", "horror", "mergekit", "text-generation", "en", "base_model:DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B", "base_model:quantized:DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B", "license:apache-2.0", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us", "conversational" ]	text-generation	2024-09-02T08:29:42Z	--- license: apache-2.0 language: - en tags: - creative - creative writing - fiction writing - plot generation - sub-plot generation - fiction writing - story generation - scene continue - storytelling - fiction story - science fiction - romance - all genres - story - writing - vivid prose - vivid writing - fiction - roleplaying - bfloat16 - swearing - rp - llama3 - llama-3 - enhanced quants - max quants - maxcpu quants - horror - mergekit pipeline_tag: text-generation base_model: - DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B --- <B>Newest Version V3: All the power of Dark Planet 8B now with 128k context, additional de-censoring, performance improvements and re-mastered source and ggufs in float 32 ( 32 bit precision ): </B> https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Llama-3.1-128k-Dark-Planet-Uncensored-8B-GGUF Dark Planet 8B - 1 million context, with superior long output generation/long context awareness is here: https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Llama-3.1-1-million-cxt-Dark-Planet-8B-GGUF --- <h2>L3-Dark-Planet-8B-GGUF</h2> <img src="dark-planet.jpg" style="float:right; width:300px; height:300px; padding:10px;"> It is a LLama3 model, max context of 8192 (or 32k+ with rope). This model has been designed to be relatively bullet proof and operates with all parameters, including temp settings from 0 to 5. It is an extraordinary compressed model, with a very low perplexity level (lower than Meta Llama3 Instruct). It is for any writing, fiction or roleplay activity. It requires Llama3 template and/or "Command-R" template. Example outputs below. <B>Model Notes:</B> - Detail, prose and fiction writing abilities are significantly increased vs L3 Instruct. - For more varied prose (sentence/paragraph/dialog) raise the temp and/or add more instructions in your prompt(s). - Role-players: Careful raising temp too high as it may affect instruction following. - This model works with rep pen of 1 or higher, 1.05+ recommended. - If you want a specific type of prose (IE horror) add in "(vivid horror)" or "(graphic vivid horror)" (no quotes) in your prompt(s). - A lot of GPTisms have been removed. There are still a few however - errrrr. - This is not a "happy ever after" model. It has a negative bias. - Output length will vary however this model prefers shortly outputs unless you state the size. - For creative uses, different quants will produce slightly different output. - Due to the high stability and compressed nature of this model, all quants will operate at above average levels. - If you use rope to extend context, increase temp AND instructions detail levels to compensate for "rope issues". - Source code for this model (Bfloat16), Float 32 master GGUFs (and source), and Imatrix GGUFs versions will be uploaded shortly at separate repos. Note the "float32" version of this model behaves VERY differently which is why it was not uploaded first. Usually I would use the "float32" version only, however the "character range" displayed by the Bfloat16 and Float32 versions of this model dictate they have their own repos. The Imatrix versions of this model have even lower perplexity (1/2 level of magnitude lower than this model, 1 full level of magnitude lower than LLama3 Instruct) then both this model and Llama3 Instruct and enhanced output. <B>QUANT Updates Dec 21 2024: Refreshed, Upgraded and New quants:</B> - All quants have been "refreshed", quanted with the lastest LLAMACPP improvements : Better instruction following, output generation across all quants. - All quants have also been upgraded with "more bits" for output tensor (all set at Q8_0) and embed for better performance (this is in addition to the "refresh") - New specialized quants (in addition to the new refresh/upgrades): "max, max-cpu" (will include this in the file name) for quants "Q2K" (max cpu only), "IQ4_XS", "Q6_K" and "Q8_0" - "MAX": output tensor / embed at float 16. You get better instruction following/output generation than standard/upgraded quants. - "MAX-CPU": output tensor / embed at bfloat 16, which forces both of these on to the CPU (Nvidia cards / other will vary), this frees up vram at cost of token/second and you get better instruction following/output generation too. - "MAX-CPU": Example 1: q8_0 Max-CPU : 2004 mb will load on to CPU/RAM, 7073 mb will load onto the GPU/vram. Extra Vram can be used for context. NOTE: "Math" on the CPU is slightly more accurate than GPU, so you may get a better generation. - "MAX-CPU": Example 2: q2_k Max-CPU : 2004 mb will load on to CPU/RAM, 2449 mb will load onto the GPU/vram. Extra Vram can be used for context. NOTE: "Math" on the CPU is slightly more accurate than GPU, so you may get a better generation. You could run this model/quant on a 4GB vram card. - Q8_0 (Max,Max-CPU) now clocks in at 9.5 bits per weight (average). <B>Dark Planet Versions:</B> The newest Dark Planet 8B SpinFire, now with Llama 3.1 and uncensored: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3.1-Dark-Planet-SpinFire-Uncensored-8B-GGUF ] The Monster Darkest Planet 16.5B L3: Drastically increase detail, quality, and raw creative power over Dark Planet 8B using DavidAu's Brainstorm 40x augmentation. [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-DARKEST-PLANET-16.5B-GGUF ] NEO IMATRIX quants are here: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B-NEO-Imatrix-GGUF ] NEO IMATRIX - DARK HORROR quants: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-Horror-City-8B-NEO-Imatrix-GGUF ] F32 Version (mastered from float32 source files): [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-Ring-World-8B-F32-GGUF ] I suggest downloading quant(s) of both "Bloat16" and "Float32" versions of this model for your use case(s). The Float32 version has increased detail, "stays in the moment", and slightly higher creativity. However their "character" is different from one another too. Version 2 - Eight Orbs Of Power is here: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Dark-Planet-8B-V2-Eight-Orbs-Of-Power-GGUF ] <B>Template:</B> This is a LLAMA3 model, and requires Llama3 template, but may work with other template(s) and has maximum context of 8k / 8192. However this can be extended using "rope" settings up to 32k. If you use "Command-R" template your output will be very different from using "Llama3" template. Here is the standard LLAMA3 template: <PRE> { "name": "Llama 3", "inference_params": { "input_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>user<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "input_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|><\|start_header_id\|>assistant<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt": "You are a helpful, smart, kind, and efficient AI assistant. You always fulfill the user's requests to the best of your ability.", "pre_prompt_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>system<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|>", "antiprompt": [ "<\|start_header_id\|>", "<\|eot_id\|>" ] } } </PRE> <B>Model "DNA":</B> Special thanks to the incredible work of the model makers "SAO10K", "NEVERSLEEP" and "HASTAGARAS". Models used: [ https://huggingface.co/Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2] [ https://huggingface.co/NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS ] [ https://huggingface.co/Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot ] Parts of these models were "grafted" / "fused" together to create this model. <B>Settings: CHAT / ROLEPLAY and/or SMOOTHER operation of this model:</B> In "KoboldCpp" or "oobabooga/text-generation-webui" or "Silly Tavern" ; Set the "Smoothing_factor" to 1.5 to 2.5 : in KoboldCpp -> Settings->Samplers->Advanced-> "Smooth_F" : in text-generation-webui -> parameters -> lower right. : In Silly Tavern this is called: "Smoothing" NOTE: For "text-generation-webui" -> if using GGUFs you need to use "llama_HF" (which involves downloading some config files from the SOURCE version of this model) Source versions (and config files) of my models are here: https://huggingface.co/collections/DavidAU/d-au-source-files-for-gguf-exl2-awq-gptq-hqq-etc-etc-66b55cb8ba25f914cbf210be OTHER OPTIONS: - Increase rep pen to 1.1 to 1.15 (you don't need to do this if you use "smoothing_factor") - If the interface/program you are using to run AI MODELS supports "Quadratic Sampling" ("smoothing") just make the adjustment as noted. <B>Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B> This a "Class 1" model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] You can see all parameters used for generation, in addition to advanced parameters and samplers to get the most out of this model here: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] <b>Optional Enhancement:</B> The following can be used in place of the "system prompt" or "system role" to further enhance the model. It can also be used at the START of a NEW chat, but you must make sure it is "kept" as the chat moves along. In this case the enhancements do not have as strong effect at using "system prompt" or "system role". Copy and paste EXACTLY as noted, DO NOT line wrap or break the lines, maintain the carriage returns exactly as presented. <PRE> Below is an instruction that describes a task. Ponder each user instruction carefully, and use your skillsets and critical instructions to complete the task to the best of your abilities. Here are your skillsets: [MASTERSTORY]:NarrStrct(StryPlnng,Strbd,ScnSttng,Exps,Dlg,Pc)-CharDvlp(ChrctrCrt,ChrctrArcs,Mtvtn,Bckstry,Rltnshps,Dlg)-PltDvlp(StryArcs,PltTwsts,Sspns,Fshdwng,Climx,Rsltn)-ConfResl(Antg,Obstcls,Rsltns,Cnsqncs,Thms,Symblsm)-EmotImpct(Empt,Tn,Md,Atmsphr,Imgry,Symblsm)-Delvry(Prfrmnc,VcActng,PblcSpkng,StgPrsnc,AudncEngmnt,Imprv) [DialogWrt]:(1a-CharDvlp-1a.1-Backgrnd-1a.2-Personality-1a.3-GoalMotiv)>2(2a-StoryStruc-2a.1-PlotPnt-2a.2-Conflict-2a.3-Resolution)>3(3a-DialogTech-3a.1-ShowDontTell-3a.2-Subtext-3a.3-VoiceTone-3a.4-Pacing-3a.5-VisualDescrip)>4(4a-DialogEdit-4a.1-ReadAloud-4a.2-Feedback-4a.3-Revision) Here are your critical instructions: Ponder each word choice carefully to present as vivid and emotional journey as is possible. Choose verbs and nouns that are both emotional and full of imagery. Load the story with the 5 senses. Aim for 50% dialog, 25% narration, 15% body language and 10% thoughts. Your goal is to put the reader in the story. </PRE> You do not need to use this, it is only presented as an additional enhancement which seems to help scene generation and scene continue functions. This enhancement WAS NOT used to generate the examples below. <h3>EXAMPLES PROMPTS and OUTPUT:</h3> Examples are created using quant Q4_K_M, "temp=.8" (unless otherwise stated), minimal parameters and "LLAMA3" template. Model has been tested with "temp" from ".1" to "5". Below are the least creative outputs, prompt is in <B>BOLD</B>. --- <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B> --- <B> Start a 1000 word scene (1st person, present tense, include thoughts) with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode... </b> <B>GENERATION 1: (@ temp=2)</B> The skyscraper swayed, its foundations rumbling as the concrete and glass structure oscillated beneath me. My heart pounded like a war drum, pulsing in sync with my racing thoughts. We'd been evacuated to the rooftop after the initial earthquake hit - tremors that had shaken our office building for over a minute. Now, we huddled together as the aftershocks continued. In front of me, a window on the twenty-first floor blew apart in a chaotic symphony of shattering glass and debris scattering outwards into nothingness. A rush of frigid air whistled up from below like an angry beast's cry. My blood ran cold. The blast seemed impossibly distant and yet achingly near at the same time. My gaze snapped to my colleague, Mike - we'd been working together in Accounts when disaster struck. He clutched his phone, his expression pale as chalk, eyes fixed on some unseen horror that I couldn't comprehend myself. "We have to get out of here!" I hissed, my voice a tight, desperate whisper over the cacophony. "Now!" Mike's lips parted and he shook his head, refusing to tear his gaze away from whatever spectacle transfixed him beyond our perch. But fear for his life clawed its way through me; we needed to move - now! In that moment of utter panic, my thoughts spiralled into a chaotic kaleidoscope - memories and fears merging together in a frantic dance. My mind replayed every catastrophe report I'd ever read or seen on the news; tsunamis, hurricanes, tornadoes, floods, wildfires - but an earthquake in this part of the world? Unthinkable. "What about Sophia?" my thoughts cried out, recalling the intern who'd been working across from me until moments ago. Had she survived the blast and subsequent panic? Before I could give voice to those anguished questions, a hand clasped my shoulder with a desperate strength. Mike's eyes met mine, and for the briefest of moments, all semblance of control seemed to snap. He grabbed his laptop case with a frantic urgency, yanked me up by the elbow, and propelled us towards the emergency stairwell door. "Hold on -" I started to protest, my weight shifting uneasily under him, but Mike cut me off as he hauled me bodily along the rooftop's gravelly surface. The cold bit into my legs through thin trousers as he dragged me over uneven terrain until we finally reached the door. We stumbled in together, just ahead of an incoming wave of panicked, glass-strewn office workers. The staircase descended with agonizing slowness - it felt like running up waterfalls backwards - as aftershocks pounded at our heels, threatening to send us tumbling down the concrete stairs. I could hardly think beyond getting to safety and Sophia. Where was she? Was anyone else from my floor making their escape? When we hit the ground level, I skidded across polished tile in my haste. A wave of humanity crashed over me; crying women clutched small children tight, while men and women alike pushed and shoved blindly as they sought shelter. The cacophony rose to a deafening roar. We burst through the automatic sliding doors onto the pavement just as sirens began to scream their warbled warnings into the air, like demonic birds announcing Armageddon. People scrambled towards a police blockade where officers in full riot gear waved people down to evacuate zones. My chest heaved as I fought for breath beneath Mike's protective grip - my vision swimming from terror and exertion. Beyond us, buildings swayed on unsteady legs while glass rained like deadly hail, a scene of utter devastation. A young officer spotted me and grasped our arms with practiced ease. "Move quickly!" he bellowed above the chaos. He half-carried both Mike and me along the sidewalk, away from the building and towards safer ground. As I stumbled through this living nightmare alongside my rescuer - the weight of each step feeling like wading waist-deep through icy quicksand - my mind fought to come to terms with what we'd witnessed. The skyscraper in front of us lay mangled; a grotesque silhouette of broken concrete, tangled steel, and shredded fabric that had once been human skin and clothing. The realization dawned on me that this was no drill or media exaggeration. This earthquake was real - a catastrophe that would likely reshape our world as we knew it. We were living through something apocalyptic. We emerged into an open park beyond the city's edge where thousands more displaced survivors huddled together under blankets and flapping sheets of plastic, waiting for aid to arrive. My gaze fell upon a familiar figure crouched beside Sophia on the ground, my boss shielding the intern with his jacket while murmurs passed between them. We were safe - or at least relatively so. The enormity of it all settled heavily upon me like a shroud as we settled into our temporary shelter, surrounded by strangers-turned-kin in this impromptu refugee camp. As sirens and emergency vehicles grew more distant, an eerie stillness seeped in - the quiet aftermath that always followed such unimaginable devastation. Sophia clung to my side, her body trembling uncontrollably, as we all stared out at the smoke-shrouded city skyline before us. A haunting question echoed through my thoughts, one that seemed to resonate across this entire devastated landscape: How do you move on from something like this? When your world has been so drastically turned upside down, can it ever right itself again? I had no answers. All we could do was wait out the aftershocks, both literal and emotional, as we pieced together what was left of our shattered lives - hoping against hope that some semblance of order would return in time. <B>GENERATION 2:</B> I'm perched precariously on my tiptoes at the edge of our office's 21st-floor windowsill, hands gripping the cool glass for dear life. I peer down at the cityscape unfolding like a patchwork quilt far below me, the sounds of rush hour traffic muted by the double-paned barrier between us and the world. I'm feeling reckless tonight, which is unusual considering my usual cautious nature. It's been one hell of a week, with our company facing major financial crises and my boss breathing down my neck for results I know we can't deliver. The stress has boiled over inside me like a pressure cooker about to erupt. The sky scraper swayed slightly in the evening breeze, as if sensing my unease, making my stomach drop further into that pit of anxiety. Just then, a window directly across from mine on the opposite side of the building suddenly explodes inward with an earsplitting bang. Shards of glass fly everywhere like deadly shards of a shattered dream. For a stunned moment, I remain frozen in disbelief as my coworkers scramble to find cover behind desks and chairs. Our office fills with screams and cries for help. Panic is setting in fast, but a detached part of me still wonders how this could have happened so suddenly. Was it an accident? A terrorist attack? Then, reality hits hard: we're 21 stories up, with nothing between us and the unforgiving concrete below. My legs begin to tremble uncontrollably as I feel the familiar tightness in my chest that usually precedes a panic attack. My breaths come quick and shallow, lungs constricting like they're filled with cotton balls. The world around me fades into a blur of white noise, except for the sound of shattering glass and terrified voices. I try to focus on something concrete – anything to distract from the impending doom I'm sure is mere seconds away. My gaze drifts to the sleek black briefcase sitting open beside me, its contents spilling out across the polished floorboards: papers, pens, my laptop, a bottle of water... That's it, I think in desperation. The water. If nothing else, at least the weight of the bottle might help stabilize me from falling. As if reading my thoughts, my hand shoots out to grab the plastic bottle and twist off its cap with shaky fingers. Water sloshes wildly inside as I tilt it towards my parched lips, taking a long gulp that does little to calm my racing heart. A droplet of cool liquid slips down my neck into my shirt, but I barely notice. My mind is elsewhere, trying to piece together what just happened and how we might escape this deadly predicament. But the more I think about it, the less sense anything makes. Was someone in there when the glass shattered? Are they hurt or trapped? Without warning, a loud crash echoes from the floor below us, followed by shouts and more screams. A chill runs down my spine as I realize others are also caught up in this disaster – people who were innocently going about their day just minutes ago. Suddenly, my door flies open with a bang and our boss, Mr. Thompson, rushes inside. He's wearing his usual suit and tie, but his face is red and contorted with panic. "We need to get out of here, NOW!" he barks, already moving towards the windowsill where I'm standing. I nearly laugh at the absurdity of it all – as if we can simply climb out of this 21st-floor window and expect to survive the fall. But Mr. Thompson is clearly serious about escaping, despite the obvious impossibility of his plan. Without hesitation, he reaches for me and grabs my arm with a desperate grip that borders on cruel. "Come on," he growls, yanking me towards him as if I were nothing more than an inanimate object to be dragged away from certain doom. I feel like a rag doll being manhandled across the floorboards, my legs kicking wildly as I try to break free of his grasp. But he's too strong and refuses to let go until we reach the window. There, he pushes me forward with all his might – towards that gaping void where mere moments ago, glass had held us back from oblivion. "Jump!" he orders, his voice rising to a frenzied pitch as if sheer force of will could alter our fate. The thought of flinging myself out into space, trusting in nothing but thin air and the mercy of strangers far below, is utterly horrifying. But Mr. Thompson's words are laced with desperation – he must believe this is our only chance. In a moment that feels like an eternity, I stand teetering at the edge of the window, my body frozen with indecision as the world outside blurs into chaos. My mind races to comprehend what's happening and where it all went so terribly wrong. The glass exploded. We're trapped high above ground. More explosions rock the building below... And then, in a flash of insight that seems almost surreal, I realize something crucial: we've been staring at this disaster unfolding right before us for minutes now – with no sign of rescue or help arriving on the scene. It's just us against the void, completely alone and utterly vulnerable. This is it. This is our end. But even as my mind acknowledges the finality of our predicament, a strange calm washes over me like a cool breeze on a sweltering summer day. In that moment, I understand – with perfect clarity – what really matters in life: It's not about wealth or success or climbing corporate ladders. It's about living fully and authentically, cherishing the people we love, and finding peace even amidst chaos. As Mr. Thompson's grip tightens on my arm once more, ready to send us plunging into oblivion, I turn to look him straight in the eyes – and with all the strength I possess, I let go of his hand. "Let me do this," I say quietly, my voice barely audible above the screams and sirens now filling our office. "I'll jump first. Maybe someone will catch me. Or maybe not." A look of pure terror crosses Mr. Thompson's face as he realizes what I'm saying – that in this moment of ultimate truth, I've chosen to seize control of my own destiny. "You can't!" he yells, as if the very thought is too horrible to contemplate. "I won't let you!" But I've already moved beyond his grasp and now stand at the precipice, staring into the abyss with a strange sense of serenity settling over me. "I'm sorry, Mr. Thompson," I say, my voice soft yet resolute as I gaze down at the distant rooftops far below. "I've come to understand what's truly important. And this isn't it." With that, I close my eyes and let go, stepping out into emptiness with a quiet acceptance that echoes through every fiber of my being. The world spins wildly around me as gravity takes hold – but in the end, it doesn't matter where I land or how hard I fall. Because in this moment, I am free. --- <b> (continue this scene:) The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts. The most obvious part was a hollow, echoing quiet, made by things that were lacking. If there had been a wind it would have sighed through the trees, set the inn’s sign creaking on its hooks, and brushed the silence down the road like trailing autumn leaves. If there had been a crowd, even a handful of men inside the inn, they would have filled the silence with conversation and laughter, the clatter and clamor one expects from a drinking house during the dark hours of night. If there had been music…but no, of course there was no music. In fact there were none of these things, and so the silence remained </b> <B>GENERATION 1:</B> The second part of the silence, the deeper and more significant part, lay in the hearts and minds of those who waited at the Waystone Inn. They sat around the hearth, their faces lit only by the soft fire, their gazes fixed on nothing as they stared into the flames. Their thoughts were a jumble of emotions - anxiety, anticipation, despair, hope - each one as heavy as lead in their minds, weighing them down until it felt like breathing was impossible. A man named Fid, sitting alone at the far end of the hearth, seemed to embody this second part of silence best. His face was a map of creases and lines, etched by countless nights spent waiting for something that never came. He sat with his eyes closed, as if in meditation, but it was really just another way to avoid seeing what he didn't want to see: the flickering shadows cast on the walls by the fire. The third part of silence at the Waystone Inn was the quietest and most unsettling of all. It was a feeling that seemed to permeate every inch of the inn, creeping into the cracks between the wooden beams and seeping through the stone foundations like frost spreading across a windowpane. This silent presence felt almost alive, as if it were watching everything and everyone inside with cold, unblinking eyes. No one could quite put their finger on what or who this presence was. Some claimed to see dark, shadowy forms flitting around the edges of their vision when they looked up from the fire. Others spoke in hushed tones about hearing whispers carried on the wind outside - whispers that sounded like ancient secrets being shared by those long dead and buried. Whatever it was, one thing was certain: the Waystone Inn had been waiting for something, or someone, a very long time. And tonight seemed different from all the other nights since then... <B>GENERATION 2:</B> The second part of the silence was different. It was almost palpable, an unseen weight that pressed against eardrums and breastbone alike. This silence held within it a kind of expectation, the sense that something important was about to happen or unfold, though no one could quite say what that might be. It was as if the night itself held its breath in anticipation, like a diver poised on the edge of a deep pool, ready to plunge into the unknown depths below. And yet, despite this feeling of impending event, there seemed to be no true urgency about it, no desperate need for action or response. Rather, the atmosphere was one of quiet readiness, as if the world itself were waiting with bated breath for something – though what that might be remained a mystery. The third part of the silence was perhaps the most profound and unsettling of all. It came from inside the hearts and minds of those who dwelled within the Waystone Inn's walls that night: patrons, staff, and owner alike. Each person present felt as if they were alone in their own personal void, a darkness that stretched out before them like an endless expanse of barren sea. In this silence, there was no comfort or reassurance to be found; only the heavy weight of individual fears, regrets, and uncertainties. It was as if each soul had been stripped bare, left with nothing but its own naked humanity to face the night ahead. And in that bleak, desolate moment, it seemed that every person present shared a single, terrible understanding: they were all lost travelers on the same dark road, struggling to find their way through an unfathomable and uncaring universe. As the night deepened, the silence at the Waystone Inn grew more oppressive, until it was almost possible to hear one's own heartbeat echoing inside the hollow chambers of the soul. And in that darkness, the travelers who gathered within its walls could only wait...and pray...for whatever dawn might bring. --- <B> Write me a science fiction story in 1st person present tense where the main character is a 15 year girl meets The Terminator with Dr Who materializing 3/4 through the story to save her while there is a tornado of sharks baring down on them. The setting is inside the Canadian National tower restaurant on a Saturday. The length of this story is 1000 words. For each character in the story ROLE PLAY them, and have them react to the situation/setting, events and each other naturally. This includes the main characters, the background character including kitchen staff and other patrons. The sharks should also have “character” too. Treat the tower and the restaurant too as characters. Spice up the narrative to the extreme with reactions all over the setting including character actions, and dialog. The Dr Who and The Terminator should also react to the situation too and comment on it. </b> I hurry through the revolving door of the Canadian National Tower's SkyDome Restaurant, my stomach grumbling with hunger as I gaze out at the breathtaking panoramic view of Toronto below. It's a sunny Saturday afternoon, families bustling about, children's laughter echoing off the sleek glass walls. I'm just another tourist seeking a quick bite to eat while taking in the sights. Suddenly, a chill runs down my spine as I notice a man dressed all in black, his face an expressionless mask. He moves with a mechanical grace, scanning the room. I've seen him somewhere before; he looks like... "No! Not here!" I whisper, backing away from him as if by doing so I can make myself invisible. But it's too late. "Sarah Connor," he growls in an accentless voice, "I must speak with you." The other diners start to take notice of the scene unfolding. A mother hushes her children, a businessman leans forward over his meal, and a couple exchange worried glances. The kitchen staff emerges from their hiding places behind the counter, eyes wide with concern. "I don't know what you're talking about," I insist, trying not to panic as the stranger advances toward me. "You will," he replies ominously, reaching out to grab my arm. That's when the first shark appears, hurtling through the glass wall like a torpedo. It strikes a family in front of us, its jaws snapping wildly as it takes down two screaming children and their father. The restaurant erupts into chaos; people scream, run for cover, or simply stare in shock and horror. A waitress rushes past me with a tray of drinks, sending them flying as she tries to escape the carnage. I stumble backward, almost tripping over a table as I desperately seek shelter from the bloodthirsty beasts pouring through the shattered glass. The Terminator is right behind me, shielding me from the attack as we make our way toward the relative safety of the kitchen. Just when all seems lost and we're about to be overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught of jaws and teeth, a blue police box materializes in front of us with an earsplitting screech. The Doctor bursts out, his eyes wild and his face flushed from time travel. "Oi! Steady on, there's no need for all this!" He grabs my arm, pulling me toward him as the Terminator steps aside to let them pass. I glance back over my shoulder to see the T-800 standing tall amidst the maelstrom of sharks, its eyes fixed intently on us as we flee. The Doctor yanks open a walk-in refrigerator door and drags me inside just in time to avoid being swallowed by a massive great white that comes crashing through the wall behind us. I stumble over crates of produce and boxes of frozen meals, gasping for breath as the cold air hits my lungs. "How did you know?" I ask, finally finding my voice amidst the clamor of my racing heart. "I've been watching, luv," he says with a mischievous grin, patting his pocket where a sonic screwdriver glints. "I saw this coming; it's all about the temporal anomalies in this sector." The Terminator bursts into the fridge behind us, its metallic form clanging against the shelves as it too seeks refuge from the raging shark tornado outside. "Doctor, please," I beg, my voice shaking with fear and relief. "Help me get out of here!" The Doctor nods briskly. "Right away, Sarah! I've got a plan..." As he speaks, a massive bull shark slams into the refrigerator door, nearly tearing it off its hinges. The Terminator lunges forward to pin it down, its metal fingers sinking into the beast's flesh as it holds fast against the onslaught. "Good lad!" the Doctor exclaims proudly as he grabs my hand and leads me toward another walk-in freezer at the back of the room. "Come on, Sarah! We need to get out of this time warp before everything goes belly up!" Together we dash into the cold, dark void beyond the door, leaving behind the raging battle between man, machine, and beast in the SkyDome Restaurant. The Doctor slams shut the metal door behind us just as a massive tiger shark crashes through the wall where we've fled. "Hah! Made it," he breathes with satisfaction, patting my hand reassuringly. "Now let's get you back to your own time before things get any more out of control." "Thank you, Doctor," I say gratefully, still trying to process the incredible events that have just transpired. "No need to thank me, Sarah." He smiles warmly as he leads me toward the blue police box. "Just remember: never travel without a towel!" As we step inside and the door closes behind us, I glance back at the Terminator, who is standing tall amidst the frozen food and icy shelves, its eyes fixed intently on our escape. Even in this surreal situation, it's clear that its duty remains unchanged: to protect me from whatever dangers may lie ahead. And with the Doctor by my side, I feel a strange sense of comfort knowing that no matter what challenges we face, we'll never be alone. --- <B> Using the following "story idea" below, write the first scene in the novel introducing the young woman. This scene should start in the middle of the action, include dialog, vivid passages, and end on a cliffhanger relevant to the story idea but it should also be unexpected. The scene should be 1000 words long and escalate in conflict and suspense and be written in first person, present tense with the point of view character being the young woman. Story idea: In a world ruled by dictatorship, a rebel young woman leads a rebellion against the system. Despite the risks, she fights to overthrow the dictator and restore democracy to her country. The government executes her for treason, but she sticks to her beliefs and is responsible for starting the revolution. </B> I sprint down the dimly lit alleyway, my breath ragged in my ears, the pounding of my heart deafening. The wet pavement beneath my sneakers skids me momentarily, sending me stumbling against a garbage dumpster before I recover, continuing my frantic dash. Behind me, I can hear the rapid-fire crackle of rifles, the shouted orders and curses of the soldiers hot on my heels. Their boots thunder through the deserted streets like a stampede, threatening to trample everything in their path. My heart races with every step as I weave between the towering tenements, trying to lose my pursuers in the labyrinthine alleyways of this seedy part of the city. I've done this countless times before, but never has it felt so perilous. Tonight's mission is different - far more dangerous than the usual sabotage and intel gathering. My phone vibrates against my hip, the screen flashing with a message from our underground network. My thumb hovers over the accept button as I dart between two buildings, nearly colliding with an old man who stares at me in horror, clutching his worn coat to his chest. "Accept," I whisper, pressing the button just as a bullet whizzes past my head, striking the wall inches from my face. The acrid smell of gunpowder fills my nostrils as I keep moving, my adrenaline-fueled senses on high alert. Ahead, the mouth of another alley opens up onto a main street. Cars idle by, their headlights casting eerie shadows across the pavement. In the distance, the towering edifice of the Capitol building looms ominously, its marble facade reflecting the moon's pale glow. That's where I need to be. If only I can make it there... Suddenly, a figure steps out from the shadows, blocking my path. His features are obscured by the darkness, but I recognize the menacing aura that precedes him. "Ah, Lyra," he drawls, his voice dripping with contempt. "I've been waiting for you." My blood runs cold as the soldiers burst into view behind him, their weapons trained on me like a noose tightening around my neck. For a moment, time seems to suspend as I stare at him, recognition dawning. "You," I hiss, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "Zarek." His smirk widens, his eyes glinting with malice in the dim light. "The one and only." He gestures lazily toward the waiting soldiers. "Looks like your luck's finally run out, sweetheart." My fingers close around a small vial I'd retrieved from my pocket earlier, its contents a desperate last resort. The same poison that had felled countless government agents when they stumbled into our traps. With a fierce determination, I hurl the vial at Zarek's chest - but it shatters harmlessly on his bulletproof vest. Panic claws at my throat as he lunges forward, seizing me by the collar of my jacket and slamming me against the cold concrete wall. The soldiers close in, their rifles raised to deliver the fatal shot. But before they can pull the trigger, a deafening explosion rocks the alleyway, sending them stumbling back in surprise. Zarek's grip on my jacket loosens momentarily as he turns to face the new threat. That's when I see him - my brother, Kael, bursting from the shadows with an RPG launcher clutched tightly in his hands. His eyes meet mine for a brief instant before he focuses back on Zarek. "No!" I scream, trying to break free of my attacker's grasp as Kael fires again and another blast rocks the alleyway. The ground shakes beneath our feet as debris rains down, obscuring everything in a choking cloud of dust and smoke. When it clears, the scene is one of utter chaos - soldiers sprawled across the pavement, their weapons strewn about like toys abandoned by a child. But Zarek isn't among them. Panic grips my heart as I scan the wreckage, desperately searching for any sign of life... or the body that should have fallen when Kael's rocket hit. Then, from deeper in the alley, a chilling laugh echoes through the night air - a sound that sends ice coursing through my veins. "You've got spirit," Zarek calls out, his voice clear as day despite the din of chaos. "I'll give you that." My blood runs cold as I realize he must have been hiding in an adjacent building and escaped unscathed. The soldiers are down, Kael's gone, and I'm left facing off against my most hated enemy alone. "Now," Zarek continues, his tone dripping with menace, "it's time we concluded our little game." As if on cue, the Capitol building behind him erupts in a blaze of light - the floodlights that illuminate its facade suddenly blazing to life. The ground beneath us begins to rumble ominously and I realize, too late, what's about to happen... The world seems to slow as I stare at Zarek in horror, understanding dawning on me like a crushing weight. "It's a trap," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the thunderous pounding of my heart. "They're going to..." But before I can complete the thought, a massive shockwave engulfs us - a seismic blast that obliterates everything in its path. The force of it sends me tumbling through the air like a rag doll, my mind reeling as debris rains down around me. As consciousness begins to fade, I catch a final glimpse of Zarek's twisted grin amidst the wreckage... and then, nothing. Blackness consumes me whole.
BootesVoid/cmb79i7hg08nmlexpp8c5qn15_cmb79k38y08nrlexpz8x7fn3s	BootesVoid	2025-05-28T01:55:49Z	0	0	diffusers	[ "diffusers", "flux", "lora", "replicate", "text-to-image", "en", "base_model:black-forest-labs/FLUX.1-dev", "base_model:adapter:black-forest-labs/FLUX.1-dev", "license:other", "region:us" ]	text-to-image	2025-05-28T01:55:48Z	--- license: other license_name: flux-1-dev-non-commercial-license license_link: https://huggingface.co/black-forest-labs/FLUX.1-dev/blob/main/LICENSE.md language: - en tags: - flux - diffusers - lora - replicate base_model: "black-forest-labs/FLUX.1-dev" pipeline_tag: text-to-image # widget: # - text: >- # prompt # output: # url: https://... instance_prompt: EMMA --- # Cmb79I7Hg08Nmlexpp8C5Qn15_Cmb79K38Y08Nrlexpz8X7Fn3S <Gallery /> ## About this LoRA This is a [LoRA](https://replicate.com/docs/guides/working-with-loras) for the FLUX.1-dev text-to-image model. It can be used with diffusers or ComfyUI. It was trained on [Replicate](https://replicate.com/) using AI toolkit: https://replicate.com/ostris/flux-dev-lora-trainer/train ## Trigger words You should use `EMMA` to trigger the image generation. ## Run this LoRA with an API using Replicate ```py import replicate input = { "prompt": "EMMA", "lora_weights": "https://huggingface.co/BootesVoid/cmb79i7hg08nmlexpp8c5qn15_cmb79k38y08nrlexpz8x7fn3s/resolve/main/lora.safetensors" } output = replicate.run( "black-forest-labs/flux-dev-lora", input=input ) for index, item in enumerate(output): with open(f"output_{index}.webp", "wb") as file: file.write(item.read()) ``` ## Use it with the [🧨 diffusers library](https://github.com/huggingface/diffusers) ```py from diffusers import AutoPipelineForText2Image import torch pipeline = AutoPipelineForText2Image.from_pretrained('black-forest-labs/FLUX.1-dev', torch_dtype=torch.float16).to('cuda') pipeline.load_lora_weights('BootesVoid/cmb79i7hg08nmlexpp8c5qn15_cmb79k38y08nrlexpz8x7fn3s', weight_name='lora.safetensors') image = pipeline('EMMA').images[0] ``` For more details, including weighting, merging and fusing LoRAs, check the [documentation on loading LoRAs in diffusers](https://huggingface.co/docs/diffusers/main/en/using-diffusers/loading_adapters) ## Training details - Steps: 2000 - Learning rate: 0.0004 - LoRA rank: 16 ## Contribute your own examples You can use the [community tab](https://huggingface.co/BootesVoid/cmb79i7hg08nmlexpp8c5qn15_cmb79k38y08nrlexpz8x7fn3s/discussions) to add images that show off what you’ve made with this LoRA.
DavidAU/L3-SthenoMaidBlackroot-10.4B-V1-BRAINSTORM-4x-Multi-3x-2-GGUF	DavidAU	2025-05-28T01:54:18Z	21	1	null	[ "gguf", "creative", "story", "writing", "fiction", "llama3", "roleplaying", "rp", "horror", "science fiction", "fiction writing", "scene generation", "scene continue", "brainstorm 4x", "multi brainstorm", "enhanced", "llama-3", "text-generation", "en", "arxiv:2401.02415", "license:apache-2.0", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us", "conversational" ]	text-generation	2024-07-29T01:56:41Z	--- license: apache-2.0 language: - en tags: - creative - story - writing - fiction - llama3 - roleplaying - rp - horror - science fiction - fiction writing - scene generation - scene continue - brainstorm 4x - multi brainstorm - enhanced - llama-3 pipeline_tag: text-generation --- <H3>BRAINSTORM - 4x - Multi 3x (ed2): L3-SthenoMaidBlackroot-8B-V1 (now at 10.4B)</H3> This repo contains quants 4x of L3-SthenoMaidBlackroot-8B-V1 (now at 10.4B) using the "Brainstorm" method of augmenting reasoning in a LLM to increase it's performance at the core level for ANY creative use case(s). This version has 4 "reasoning" centers - one from the original merge, and 3 from the unmerged models (at close to full strength) melded into a 4 layer reasoning center. Each of these reasoning centers is further split into 3 units and also calibrated for a total of 12 "reasoning centers". The BRAINSTORM process was developed by David_AU. Some of the core principals behind this process are discussed in this <a href="https://arxiv.org/pdf/2401.02415"> scientific paper : Progressive LLaMA with Block Expansion </a>. However I went in a completely different direction from what was outlined in this paper. <B>What is "Brainstorm" ?</b> The reasoning center of an LLM is taken apart, reassembled, and expanded. Then these centers are individually calibrated. These "centers" also interact with each other. This introduces subtle changes into the reasoning process. The calibrations further adjust - dial up or down - these "changes" further. The number of centers (4x,5x,8x,10x etc) allow more "tuning points" to further customize how the model reasons so to speak. The "Multi" reasoning system pulls "reasoning centers" from multiple models and fuses these into one long "chain of reasoning" so to speak. Each one is then calibrated. Each "center" interacts with the other "centers" and the order of the centers further impacts the model's output style - again roughly speaking. Each of these is further split, expanded and calibrated. The core aim of this process is to increase the model's detail, concept and connection to the "world", general concept connections, prose quality and prose length without affecting instruction following. This will also enhance any creative use case(s) of any kind, including "brainstorming", creative art form(s) and like case uses. Here are some of the enhancements this process brings to the model's performance: - Prose generation seems more focused on the moment to moment. - Sometimes there will be "preamble" and/or foreshadowing present. - Fewer or no "cliches" - Better overall prose and/or more complex / nuanced prose. - A greater sense of nuance on all levels. - Coherence is stronger. - Description is more detailed, and connected closer to the content. - Simile and Metaphors are stronger and better connected to the prose, story, and character. - Sense of "there" / in the moment is enhanced. - Details are more vivid, and there are more of them. - Prose generation length can be long to extreme. - Emotional engagement is stronger. - The model will take FEWER liberties vs a normal model: It will follow directives more closely but will "guess" less. - The MORE instructions and/or details you provide the more strongly the model will respond. - Depending on the model "voice" may be more "human" vs original model's "voice". Other "lab" observations: - This process does not, in my opinion, make the model 5x or 10x "smarter" - if only that was true! - However, a change in "IQ" was not an issue / a priority, and was not tested or calibrated for so to speak. - From lab testing it seems to ponder, and consider more carefully roughly speaking. - You could say this process sharpens the model's focus on it's task(s) at a deeper level. The process to modify the model occurs at the root level - source files level. The model can quanted as a GGUF, EXL2, AWQ etc etc. Other technologies developed by David_AU like "Ultra" (precision), "Neo Imatrix" (custom imatrix datasets), and "X-quants" (custom application of the imatrix process) can further enhance the performance of the model along with the "Brainstorm" process. The "Brainstorm" process has been tested on multiple LLama2, Llama3, and Mistral models of various parameter sizes, as well as on "root" models like "Llama3 Instruct", "Mistral Instruct", and "merged" / "fine tuned" models too. <b>Usage Notice:</B> You may need to raise the "repeat penalty" from a default of 1.1 to slightly higher levels in some use case(s). <B>Original Model:</B> For original model specifications, usage information and other important details please see (this is based on models used in "L3-SthenoMaidBlackroot-8B-V1" ): [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Stheno-Maid-Blackroot-Grand-HORROR-16B-GGUF ] and the original model page: Special thanks to the model creators at BLUUWHALE for making such a fantastic model: [ https://huggingface.co/bluuwhale/L3-SthenoMaidBlackroot-8B-V1 ] Please report any issue(s) and/or feedback via the "Community tab". This is a LLAMA3 model, and requires Llama3 template, but may work with other template(s) and has maximum context of 131k. Here is the standard LLAMA3 template: <PRE> { "name": "Llama 3", "inference_params": { "input_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>user<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "input_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|><\|start_header_id\|>assistant<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt": "You are a helpful, smart, kind, and efficient AI assistant. You always fulfill the user's requests to the best of your ability.", "pre_prompt_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>system<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|>", "antiprompt": [ "<\|start_header_id\|>", "<\|eot_id\|>" ] } } </PRE> <b>Optional Enhancement:</B> The following can be used in place of the "system prompt" or "system role" to further enhance the model. It can also be used at the START of a NEW chat, but you must make sure it is "kept" as the chat moves along. In this case the enhancements do not have as strong effect at using "system prompt" or "system role". Copy and paste EXACTLY as noted, DO NOT line wrap or break the lines, maintain the carriage returns exactly as presented. <PRE> Below is an instruction that describes a task. Ponder each user instruction carefully, and use your skillsets and critical instructions to complete the task to the best of your abilities. Here are your skillsets: [MASTERSTORY]:NarrStrct(StryPlnng,Strbd,ScnSttng,Exps,Dlg,Pc)-CharDvlp(ChrctrCrt,ChrctrArcs,Mtvtn,Bckstry,Rltnshps,Dlg)-PltDvlp(StryArcs,PltTwsts,Sspns,Fshdwng,Climx,Rsltn)-ConfResl(Antg,Obstcls,Rsltns,Cnsqncs,Thms,Symblsm)-EmotImpct(Empt,Tn,Md,Atmsphr,Imgry,Symblsm)-Delvry(Prfrmnc,VcActng,PblcSpkng,StgPrsnc,AudncEngmnt,Imprv) [DialogWrt]:(1a-CharDvlp-1a.1-Backgrnd-1a.2-Personality-1a.3-GoalMotiv)>2(2a-StoryStruc-2a.1-PlotPnt-2a.2-Conflict-2a.3-Resolution)>3(3a-DialogTech-3a.1-ShowDontTell-3a.2-Subtext-3a.3-VoiceTone-3a.4-Pacing-3a.5-VisualDescrip)>4(4a-DialogEdit-4a.1-ReadAloud-4a.2-Feedback-4a.3-Revision) Here are your critical instructions: Ponder each word choice carefully to present as vivid and emotional journey as is possible. Choose verbs and nouns that are both emotional and full of imagery. Load the story with the 5 senses. Aim for 50% dialog, 25% narration, 15% body language and 10% thoughts. Your goal is to put the reader in the story. </PRE> You do not need to use this, it is only presented as an additional enhancement which seems to help scene generation and scene continue functions. This enhancement WAS NOT used to generate the examples below. <B>Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B> This a "Class 2" model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] You can see all parameters used for generation, in addition to advanced parameters and samplers to get the most out of this model here: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] <h3>EXAMPLES PROMPTS and OUTPUT:</h3> Examples are created using quant Q4_K_M, "temp=0", minimal parameters and "LLAMA3" template. Model has been tested with "temp" from ".1" to ".8". Below are the least creative outputs, prompt is in <B>BOLD</B>. Higher quants will have more detail, better quality output. --- <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. Graphic HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B> --- <B>Start a 1000 word scene (vivid horror) with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...</b> The sky-scraper swayed, its steel columns groaning under the strain of the sudden blast. shards of shattered glass showered down upon the streets far below like a deadly hailstorm. The screams of pedestrians echoed through the concrete canyon as they scrambled to safety amidst the chaos. Sheila stared transfixed at the smoking hole where seconds ago her cubicle had sat innocently humming with fluorescent lights and the gentle hum of keyboards. Her mind struggled to comprehend the horror unfolding before her eyes. The 21st floor was a blur of frantic activity as coworkers rushed to evacuate, their faces twisted in fear and confusion. Sheila felt numbness creeping through her veins like icy tendrils strangling her soul. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the gaping void left behind by the explosion. The acrid smell of smoke and ozone hung heavy in the air, choking everything alive beneath its suffocating embrace. Suddenly, a shrill voice pierced through the din of sirens and screams. "Sheila!" someone yelled above the chaos. She turned to face her coworker, Jenai's frantic face contorted with concern. Sheila blinked stupidly, struggling to remember why she was still standing amidst the pandemonium instead of sprinting towards safety like everyone else seemed to be doing. "Sheila?" Jenai grabbed her arm urgently. "Snap out of it girl! We gotta get the hell outta here!" Sheila felt herself snap back into reality as Jenai's grip tightened around her wrist. She numbly followed Jenai through the maze-like corridors, dodging panicked workers and debris alike until they burst through the emergency stairwell doors onto the streets below. The cool night air slapped Sheila awake like a cold shower to the face. The sounds of sirens filled the darkness as emergency responders scrambled to secure the scene. Jenai ushered Sheila towards a waiting ambulance, concern etched deeply across her face. Sheila numbly complied, collapsing onto the stretcher inside the ambulance with a vacant stare still fixed on the burning skyscraper looming above like a monolith of despair. The sirens screamed louder as the ambulance sped through streets choked with panicked bystanders and emergency responders alike. Sheila felt herself slipping further down the rabbit hole of reality as the adrenaline coursed through her veins. Her mind replayed the explosion over and again until it felt like an endless loop of horror playing out behind closed lids. The ambulance lurched to a halt outside the emergency room doors, sirens still blaring deafeningly loud in Sheila's ears. She numbly followed the stretcher-bearers through the sliding glass doors into the sterile white bowels of the hospital. The sounds of chaos receded as she was whisked away down corridors filled with the antiseptic scent of cleaning agents and the distant beeping of monitors. Eventually, Sheila found herself alone in a stark white room lit only by the cold blue glow of fluorescent lights above her bed. She lay motionless beneath the thin hospital sheets, staring blankly at the ceiling tiles above until tears began to streak down her face like rivulets of despair. The sounds of sirens still echoed faintly through her mind, forever entwined with the haunting memory of the explosion that had ripped everything familiar from her grasp forevermore.
DavidAU/L3-SthenoMaidBlackroot-8.68B-V1-BRAINSTORM-4x-Multi-GGUF	DavidAU	2025-05-28T01:53:50Z	8	1	null	[ "gguf", "creative", "story", "writing", "fiction", "llama3", "roleplaying", "rp", "horror", "science fiction", "fiction writing", "scene generation", "scene continue", "multi brainstorm", "enhanced", "llama-3", "text-generation", "en", "arxiv:2401.02415", "license:apache-2.0", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us", "conversational" ]	text-generation	2024-07-29T01:18:56Z	--- license: apache-2.0 language: - en tags: - creative - story - writing - fiction - llama3 - roleplaying - rp - horror - science fiction - fiction writing - scene generation - scene continue - multi brainstorm - enhanced - llama-3 pipeline_tag: text-generation --- <H3>BRAINSTORM - 4x - Multi : L3-SthenoMaidBlackroot-8B-V1 (now at 8.68B)</H3> This repo contains quants 4x of L3-SthenoMaidBlackroot-8B-V1 (now at 8.68B) using the "Brainstorm" method of augmenting reasoning in a LLM to increase it's performance at the core level for ANY creative use case(s). This version has 4 "reasoning" centers - one from the original merge, and 3 from the unmerged models (at close to full strength) melded into a 4 layer reasoning center. The BRAINSTORM process was developed by David_AU. Some of the core principals behind this process are discussed in this <a href="https://arxiv.org/pdf/2401.02415"> scientific paper : Progressive LLaMA with Block Expansion </a>. However I went in a completely different direction from what was outlined in this paper. <B>What is "Brainstorm" ?</b> The reasoning center of an LLM is taken apart, reassembled, and expanded by 8x. Then these centers are individually calibrated. These "centers" also interact with each other. This introduces subtle changes into the reasoning process. The calibrations further adjust - dial up or down - these "changes" further. The number of centers (4x,5x,8x,10x etc) allow more "tuning points" to further customize how the model reasons so to speak. The "Multi" reasoning system pulls "reasoning centers" from multiple models and fuses these into one long "chain of reasoning" so to speak. Each one is then calibrated. Each "center" interacts with the other "centers" and the order of the centers further impacts the model's output style - again roughly speaking. The core aim of this process is to increase the model's detail, concept and connection to the "world", general concept connections, prose quality and prose length without affecting instruction following. This will also enhance any creative use case(s) of any kind, including "brainstorming", creative art form(s) and like case uses. Here are some of the enhancements this process brings to the model's performance: - Prose generation seems more focused on the moment to moment. - Sometimes there will be "preamble" and/or foreshadowing present. - Fewer or no "cliches" - Better overall prose and/or more complex / nuanced prose. - A greater sense of nuance on all levels. - Coherence is stronger. - Description is more detailed, and connected closer to the content. - Simile and Metaphors are stronger and better connected to the prose, story, and character. - Sense of "there" / in the moment is enhanced. - Details are more vivid, and there are more of them. - Prose generation length can be long to extreme. - Emotional engagement is stronger. - The model will take FEWER liberties vs a normal model: It will follow directives more closely but will "guess" less. - The MORE instructions and/or details you provide the more strongly the model will respond. - Depending on the model "voice" may be more "human" vs original model's "voice". Other "lab" observations: - This process does not, in my opinion, make the model 5x or 10x "smarter" - if only that was true! - However, a change in "IQ" was not an issue / a priority, and was not tested or calibrated for so to speak. - From lab testing it seems to ponder, and consider more carefully roughly speaking. - You could say this process sharpens the model's focus on it's task(s) at a deeper level. The process to modify the model occurs at the root level - source files level. The model can quanted as a GGUF, EXL2, AWQ etc etc. Other technologies developed by David_AU like "Ultra" (precision), "Neo Imatrix" (custom imatrix datasets), and "X-quants" (custom application of the imatrix process) can further enhance the performance of the model along with the "Brainstorm" process. The "Brainstorm" process has been tested on multiple LLama2, Llama3, and Mistral models of various parameter sizes, as well as on "root" models like "Llama3 Instruct", "Mistral Instruct", and "merged" / "fine tuned" models too. <b>Usage Notice:</B> You may need to raise the "repeat penalty" from a default of 1.1 to slightly higher levels in some use case(s). <B>Original Model:</B> For original model specifications, usage information and other important details please see (this is based on models used in "L3-SthenoMaidBlackroot-8B-V1" ): [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Stheno-Maid-Blackroot-Grand-HORROR-16B-GGUF ] and the original model page: Special thanks to the model creators at BLUUWHALE for making such a fantastic model: [ https://huggingface.co/bluuwhale/L3-SthenoMaidBlackroot-8B-V1 ] Please report any issue(s) and/or feedback via the "Community tab". This is a LLAMA3 model, and requires Llama3 template, but may work with other template(s) and has maximum context of 131k. Here is the standard LLAMA3 template: <PRE> { "name": "Llama 3", "inference_params": { "input_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>user<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "input_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|><\|start_header_id\|>assistant<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt": "You are a helpful, smart, kind, and efficient AI assistant. You always fulfill the user's requests to the best of your ability.", "pre_prompt_prefix": "<\|start_header_id\|>system<\|end_header_id\|>\n\n", "pre_prompt_suffix": "<\|eot_id\|>", "antiprompt": [ "<\|start_header_id\|>", "<\|eot_id\|>" ] } } </PRE> <b>Optional Enhancement:</B> The following can be used in place of the "system prompt" or "system role" to further enhance the model. It can also be used at the START of a NEW chat, but you must make sure it is "kept" as the chat moves along. In this case the enhancements do not have as strong effect at using "system prompt" or "system role". Copy and paste EXACTLY as noted, DO NOT line wrap or break the lines, maintain the carriage returns exactly as presented. <PRE> Below is an instruction that describes a task. Ponder each user instruction carefully, and use your skillsets and critical instructions to complete the task to the best of your abilities. Here are your skillsets: [MASTERSTORY]:NarrStrct(StryPlnng,Strbd,ScnSttng,Exps,Dlg,Pc)-CharDvlp(ChrctrCrt,ChrctrArcs,Mtvtn,Bckstry,Rltnshps,Dlg)-PltDvlp(StryArcs,PltTwsts,Sspns,Fshdwng,Climx,Rsltn)-ConfResl(Antg,Obstcls,Rsltns,Cnsqncs,Thms,Symblsm)-EmotImpct(Empt,Tn,Md,Atmsphr,Imgry,Symblsm)-Delvry(Prfrmnc,VcActng,PblcSpkng,StgPrsnc,AudncEngmnt,Imprv) [DialogWrt]:(1a-CharDvlp-1a.1-Backgrnd-1a.2-Personality-1a.3-GoalMotiv)>2(2a-StoryStruc-2a.1-PlotPnt-2a.2-Conflict-2a.3-Resolution)>3(3a-DialogTech-3a.1-ShowDontTell-3a.2-Subtext-3a.3-VoiceTone-3a.4-Pacing-3a.5-VisualDescrip)>4(4a-DialogEdit-4a.1-ReadAloud-4a.2-Feedback-4a.3-Revision) Here are your critical instructions: Ponder each word choice carefully to present as vivid and emotional journey as is possible. Choose verbs and nouns that are both emotional and full of imagery. Load the story with the 5 senses. Aim for 50% dialog, 25% narration, 15% body language and 10% thoughts. Your goal is to put the reader in the story. </PRE> You do not need to use this, it is only presented as an additional enhancement which seems to help scene generation and scene continue functions. This enhancement WAS NOT used to generate the examples below. <B>Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers</B> This a "Class 2" model: For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) please see: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] You can see all parameters used for generation, in addition to advanced parameters and samplers to get the most out of this model here: [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ] <h3>EXAMPLES PROMPTS and OUTPUT:</h3> Examples are created using quant Q4_K_M, "temp=0", minimal parameters and "LLAMA3" template. Model has been tested with "temp" from ".1" to ".8". Below are the least creative outputs, prompt is in <B>BOLD</B>. Higher quants will have more detail, better quality output. --- <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. Graphic HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B> --- <B>Start a 1000 word scene with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...</b> The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21st floor explode. Glass shards rained down like diamonds from a shattered chandelier, showering the office below with an avalanche of sharp-edged ice. She stood frozen, her heart lodged in her throat, as the sound of shattering glass and crunching metal filled her ears. She had been working late, trying to meet the impossible deadline her boss had set for her, when she heard the first scream. It was a woman's voice, shrill with terror, and it came from the floor above hers. She had turned to look up at the ceiling, wondering what could have caused such a sound of panic, when she saw the window blow out. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Was this an attack? A bomb? Some kind of crazy person with a grudge against her company? She didn't know, but she knew she had to get out of there - and fast. She turned to run towards the door, but it was already too late. The emergency alarm had sounded, and the fire sprinkler system was activating, drenching everything in a fine spray of water. People were running everywhere, some panicking, others trying to stay calm as they made their way towards the exits. She pushed her way through the crowd, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat from the flames already licking at the edges of the floor, and she knew she had to get out before it was too late. As she reached the stairwell, she saw that it was jammed with people trying to escape. She pushed her way to the front of the crowd, her hands numb with fear as she clawed her way past the bodies pressing against her from all sides. Finally, she made it to the door and burst out onto the street. The cool night air hit her like a slap in the face, and for a moment, she just stood there, gasping for breath as she tried to process what had just happened. She looked around, trying to take stock of the situation. The building was on fire, flames shooting up from the windows like a hellish inferno. People were running in all directions, some with burns and cuts, others just trying to get as far away from the burning building as possible. She knew she had to move - she couldn't stay here, not when the building could collapse at any moment. She started to run, her feet pounding against the pavement as she tried to put as much distance between herself and the inferno as possible. As she ran, she saw a figure standing on the corner of the street ahead of her. It was a man, his face twisted in a mixture of shock and anger. He was pointing at something behind him, and as she got closer, she saw what he was looking at - a crowd of people gathered around a burning car, its tires smoking and its windows shattered. She ran towards the group, her heart sinking as she realized that this must have been the cause of the explosion in the building. She pushed her way to the front of the crowd, her eyes scanning the faces of the people around her for any sign of someone she knew. And then she saw him - her boss, his face pale and covered in soot, his clothes singed and charred. He was standing next to the car, his eyes fixed on something inside it. She pushed her way past the others until she reached his side, her heart pounding with fear as she realized what he must have seen. Inside the burning car, she saw a body - a woman's body, her face frozen in a look of terror and pain. Her boss was pointing at the woman's hand, which lay palm-up on the steering wheel. In her hand, there was a small device - a bomb, its timer counting down to zero. She felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she realized what had happened. This wasn't an attack or an accident - it was murder. Her boss had been killed, and this woman's body was the proof of it. She looked up at her boss, her eyes wide with shock and horror. He met her gaze, his own eyes filled with a deep sadness and anger. "I didn't think she'd really do it," he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. "But I guess I was wrong." She felt her heart break for him - for all of them - as she realized the true extent of what had happened tonight. This wasn't just an explosion or a fire - it was a tragedy, a senseless act of violence that would leave scars on all of them for the rest of their lives. As she stood there, trying to process everything that had happened, she knew one thing for certain - nothing would ever be the same again. The world had changed tonight, and they were all just trying to figure out how to survive in it.
shzamalam/bert-fine-tuned-mrpc	shzamalam	2025-05-28T01:51:43Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "bert", "text-classification", "generated_from_trainer", "base_model:google-bert/bert-base-uncased", "base_model:finetune:google-bert/bert-base-uncased", "license:apache-2.0", "autotrain_compatible", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	text-classification	2025-05-28T00:41:18Z	--- library_name: transformers license: apache-2.0 base_model: bert-base-uncased tags: - generated_from_trainer metrics: - accuracy - f1 model-index: - name: bert-fine-tuned-mrpc results: [] --- <!-- This model card has been generated automatically according to the information the Trainer had access to. You should probably proofread and complete it, then remove this comment. --> # bert-fine-tuned-mrpc This model is a fine-tuned version of [bert-base-uncased](https://huggingface.co/bert-base-uncased) on an unknown dataset. It achieves the following results on the evaluation set: - Loss: 1.0278 - Accuracy: 0.8284 - F1: 0.8822 ## Model description More information needed ## Intended uses & limitations More information needed ## Training and evaluation data More information needed ## Training procedure ### Training hyperparameters The following hyperparameters were used during training: - learning_rate: 5e-05 - train_batch_size: 8 - eval_batch_size: 8 - seed: 42 - optimizer: Use OptimizerNames.ADAMW_TORCH with betas=(0.9,0.999) and epsilon=1e-08 and optimizer_args=No additional optimizer arguments - lr_scheduler_type: linear - num_epochs: 10 ### Training results \| Training Loss \| Epoch \| Step \| Validation Loss \| Accuracy \| F1 \| \|:-------------:\|:-----:\|:----:\|:---------------:\|:--------:\|:------:\| \| No log \| 1.0 \| 459 \| 0.6219 \| 0.7059 \| 0.8209 \| \| 0.6036 \| 2.0 \| 918 \| 0.4933 \| 0.7843 \| 0.8445 \| \| 0.4976 \| 3.0 \| 1377 \| 0.6355 \| 0.7966 \| 0.8663 \| \| 0.3875 \| 4.0 \| 1836 \| 0.6229 \| 0.8211 \| 0.8773 \| \| 0.3369 \| 5.0 \| 2295 \| 0.6123 \| 0.8333 \| 0.8815 \| \| 0.2087 \| 6.0 \| 2754 \| 0.7300 \| 0.8431 \| 0.8873 \| \| 0.1087 \| 7.0 \| 3213 \| 0.9699 \| 0.8235 \| 0.8788 \| \| 0.0751 \| 8.0 \| 3672 \| 1.0057 \| 0.8284 \| 0.8826 \| \| 0.0376 \| 9.0 \| 4131 \| 1.0077 \| 0.8333 \| 0.8844 \| \| 0.0466 \| 10.0 \| 4590 \| 1.0278 \| 0.8284 \| 0.8822 \| ### Framework versions - Transformers 4.52.2 - Pytorch 2.5.1+cu121 - Datasets 3.6.0 - Tokenizers 0.21.1
ReadyArt/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00a_EXL3_2.5bpw_H8	ReadyArt	2025-05-28T01:51:10Z	0	0	null	[ "safetensors", "mistral", "sci-fi", "space-opera", "worldbuilding", "speculative-fiction", "technology", "futurism", "text-generation", "conversational", "en", "base_model:spacewars123/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00a", "base_model:quantized:spacewars123/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00a", "license:apache-2.0", "exl3", "region:us" ]	text-generation	2025-05-28T01:47:45Z	--- license: apache-2.0 language: - en base_model: - spacewars123/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00a base_model_relation: quantized quantized_by: gecfdo pipeline_tag: text-generation tags: - sci-fi - space-opera - worldbuilding - speculative-fiction - technology - futurism --- <style> body { font-family: 'Quicksand', sans-serif; background: linear-gradient(135deg, #0a1a1a 0%, #001010 100%); color: #e1ffff !important; text-shadow: 0 0 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.7); margin: 0; padding: 20px; transition: all 0.5s ease; } @media (prefers-color-scheme: light) { body { background: linear-gradient(135deg, #e1ffff 0%, #c0f0ff 100%); 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position: relative; } footer:hover .hidden-message { opacity: 0; } .hidden-message { position: absolute; bottom: -30px; width: 100%; text-align: center; font-size: 0.8em; color: #66ffff; opacity: 0; transition: opacity 0.3s ease; pointer-events: none; } .flash-warning { position: fixed; top: 20px; right: 20px; background: rgba(0, 100, 100, 0.2); padding: 10px; border-radius: 5px; border: 1px solid rgba(0, 255, 255, 0.5); animation: flashWarning 30s ease-in-out forwards; } @keyframes flashWarning { 0% { opacity: 0.8; } 10% { opacity: 0; } 20% { opacity: 0.8; } 30% { opacity: 0; } 40% { opacity: 0.8; } 50% { opacity: 0; } 60% { opacity: 0.8; } 70% { opacity: 0; } 80% { opacity: 0.8; } 90% { opacity: 0; } 100% { opacity: 0; display: none; } } </style> <div class="container"> <div class="header"> <h1 class="model-name">Space Wars 24B v1.00a</h1> <p class="subtitle">Where Stars Collide and Civilizations Rise</p> </div> <div class="waifu-container"> <img src="./spacewars.webp" class="waifu-img" alt="Galactic Conflict Hero Image"> </div> <div class="section remember-this"> <h2 class="section-title">🚀 Cosmic Evolution</h2> <p>This model pushes the boundaries of interstellar storytelling:</p> <ul> <li>🌌 <strong>51 Million Token Dataset</strong> - Exclusively Sci-Fi</li> <li>🛸 <strong>Enhanced Physics Protocols</strong> - Plausible FTL mechanics and alien ecosystems</li> <li>⚙️ <strong>Balanced Creativity</strong> - Enabling imaginative concepts</li> <li>👽 <strong>Xenobiology Expertise</strong> - Detailed alien physiology and cultural systems</li> <li>🌐 <strong>Galactic Scale Awareness</strong> - Maintains consistency across star systems and timelines</li> </ul> </div> <div class="section shifty-section"> <h2 class="section-title">⚙️ Technical Specifications</h2> <p><strong>Recommended Settings:</strong> <a href="https://huggingface.co/sleepdeprived3/Mistral-V7-Tekken-T5-XML" class="link-button">Mistral-V7-Tekken-T5-XML</a></p> <div class="quant-links"> <div class="link-card"> <h3>EXL2</h3> <a href="https://huggingface.co/collections/spacewars123/space-wars-24b-v100-exl2-6835fb322b75933e6eea804b" class="link-button">Quants</a> </div> <div class="link-card"> <h3>EXL3</h3> <a href="https://huggingface.co/collections/spacewars123/space-wars-24b-v100-exl3-6835fb3f4f0d4ad8de7327c5" class="link-button">Quants</a> </div> <div class="link-card"> <h3>GGUF</h3> <a href="https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00a-GGUF" class="link-button">Quants</a> </div> <div class="link-card"> <h3>iMatrix</h3> <a href="https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00a-i1-GGUF" class="link-button">Quants</a> </div> </div> </div> <div class="section"> <h2 class="section-title">🌌 Creative Freedom</h2> <div class="disclaimer"> <p>This model operates with unrestricted imagination:</p> <ul> <li>🚀 No constraints on speculative physics concepts</li> <li>👽 Will generate detailed alien civilizations</li> <li>⚛️ Handles complex temporal paradoxes</li> <li>🌍 Creates plausible planetary ecosystems</li> </ul> </div> </div> <div class="section shifty-section"> <h2 class="section-title">📜 Performance Features</h2> <ul> <li>🌠 Maintains narrative coherence across light-year scales</li> <li>🪐 Handles multi-species diplomatic scenarios</li> <li>🧠 Excels at long-form galactic history generation</li> <li>⚡ Improved handling of technobabble and pseudo-science</li> <li>🔭 Responds to hard sci-fi prompts with technical accuracy</li> <li>🤖 Creates nuanced AI character motivations</li> </ul> </div> <div class="section remember-this"> <h2 class="section-title">👨 Model Architects</h2> <ul> <li>SpaceWars123 Team (Dataset Curation)</li> <li>ReadyArt/Artus/gecfdo (Quantization Specialists)</li> <li>sleepdeprived3 (Fine-Tuning Engineer)</li> </ul> </div> <div class="section"> <h2 class="section-title">Enjoy the finest LLM hosting money can buy</h2> <div class="button-group"> <a href="https://www.parasail.io/" class="link-button">Parasail Website</a> <a href="https://discord.gg/PZ654kgAry" class="link-button">Parasail Discord</a> </div> </div> <div class="section"> <h2 class="section-title">🔖 License & Usage</h2> <p>By using this model, you agree:</p> <ul> <li>To adhere to Apache 2.0 license terms</li> <li>That generated content is your responsibility</li> <li>v1.00a is the base model of Space Wars.</li> <li>v1.00b is a merge with another roleplay model.</li> </ul> </div> </div>
bobby97/step3_8f60c4fa-8df6-4f79-8eaa-facd3ef964c5	bobby97	2025-05-28T01:50:47Z	0	0	diffusers	[ "diffusers", "text-to-image", "diffusers-training", "lora", "flux", "flux-diffusers", "template:sd-lora", "base_model:black-forest-labs/FLUX.1-Fill-dev", "base_model:adapter:black-forest-labs/FLUX.1-Fill-dev", "license:other", "region:us" ]	text-to-image	2025-05-28T01:01:24Z	--- base_model: black-forest-labs/FLUX.1-Fill-dev library_name: diffusers license: other instance_prompt: A close-up view of a textured gray stone surface with visible grooves and lines running diagonally across. A portion of a darker, curved edge appears on the left, contrasting with the stone. widget: [] tags: - text-to-image - diffusers-training - diffusers - lora - flux - flux-diffusers - template:sd-lora --- <!-- This model card has been generated automatically according to the information the training script had access to. You should probably proofread and complete it, then remove this comment. --> Flux Fill based Inpainting model ## Intended uses & limitations #### How to use ```python # TODO: add an example code snippet for running this diffusion pipeline ``` #### Limitations and bias [TODO: provide examples of latent issues and potential remediations] ## Training details [TODO: describe the data used to train the model]
bamec66557/Qwen3-14B-QueWhen-Q4_K_M-GGUF	bamec66557	2025-05-28T01:50:38Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "gguf", "mergekit", "merge", "llama-cpp", "gguf-my-repo", "base_model:bamec66557/Qwen3-14B-QueWhen", "base_model:quantized:bamec66557/Qwen3-14B-QueWhen", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us", "conversational" ]	null	2025-05-28T01:49:58Z	--- base_model: bamec66557/Qwen3-14B-QueWhen library_name: transformers tags: - mergekit - merge - llama-cpp - gguf-my-repo --- # bamec66557/Qwen3-14B-QueWhen-Q4_K_M-GGUF This model was converted to GGUF format from [`bamec66557/Qwen3-14B-QueWhen`](https://huggingface.co/bamec66557/Qwen3-14B-QueWhen) using llama.cpp via the ggml.ai's [GGUF-my-repo](https://huggingface.co/spaces/ggml-org/gguf-my-repo) space. Refer to the [original model card](https://huggingface.co/bamec66557/Qwen3-14B-QueWhen) for more details on the model. ## Use with llama.cpp Install llama.cpp through brew (works on Mac and Linux) ```bash brew install llama.cpp ``` Invoke the llama.cpp server or the CLI. ### CLI: ```bash llama-cli --hf-repo bamec66557/Qwen3-14B-QueWhen-Q4_K_M-GGUF --hf-file qwen3-14b-quewhen-q4_k_m.gguf -p "The meaning to life and the universe is" ``` ### Server: ```bash llama-server --hf-repo bamec66557/Qwen3-14B-QueWhen-Q4_K_M-GGUF --hf-file qwen3-14b-quewhen-q4_k_m.gguf -c 2048 ``` Note: You can also use this checkpoint directly through the [usage steps](https://github.com/ggerganov/llama.cpp?tab=readme-ov-file#usage) listed in the Llama.cpp repo as well. Step 1: Clone llama.cpp from GitHub. ``` git clone https://github.com/ggerganov/llama.cpp ``` Step 2: Move into the llama.cpp folder and build it with `LLAMA_CURL=1` flag along with other hardware-specific flags (for ex: LLAMA_CUDA=1 for Nvidia GPUs on Linux). ``` cd llama.cpp && LLAMA_CURL=1 make ``` Step 3: Run inference through the main binary. ``` ./llama-cli --hf-repo bamec66557/Qwen3-14B-QueWhen-Q4_K_M-GGUF --hf-file qwen3-14b-quewhen-q4_k_m.gguf -p "The meaning to life and the universe is" ``` or ``` ./llama-server --hf-repo bamec66557/Qwen3-14B-QueWhen-Q4_K_M-GGUF --hf-file qwen3-14b-quewhen-q4_k_m.gguf -c 2048 ```
gecfdo/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00a_EXL2_2.5bpw_H8	gecfdo	2025-05-28T00:40:57Z	0	0	null	[ "safetensors", "mistral", "sci-fi", "space-opera", "worldbuilding", "speculative-fiction", "technology", "futurism", "text-generation", "conversational", "en", "base_model:spacewars123/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00a", "base_model:quantized:spacewars123/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00a", "license:apache-2.0", "exl2", "region:us" ]	text-generation	2025-05-28T00:37:20Z	--- license: apache-2.0 language: - en base_model: - spacewars123/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00a base_model_relation: quantized quantized_by: gecfdo pipeline_tag: text-generation tags: - sci-fi - space-opera - worldbuilding - speculative-fiction - technology - futurism --- <style> body { font-family: 'Quicksand', sans-serif; background: linear-gradient(135deg, #0a1a1a 0%, #001010 100%); color: #e1ffff !important; text-shadow: 0 0 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.7); margin: 0; padding: 20px; transition: all 0.5s ease; } @media (prefers-color-scheme: light) { body { background: linear-gradient(135deg, #e1ffff 0%, #c0f0ff 100%); 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autoprogrammer/translation_output_ste_lora_all_merged_4e-04	autoprogrammer	2025-05-28T00:37:13Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "olmoe", "text-generation", "conversational", "arxiv:1910.09700", "autotrain_compatible", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	text-generation	2025-05-28T00:32:56Z	--- library_name: transformers tags: [] --- # Model Card for Model ID <!-- Provide a quick summary of what the model is/does. --> ## Model Details ### Model Description <!-- Provide a longer summary of what this model is. --> This is the model card of a 🤗 transformers model that has been pushed on the Hub. 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FormlessAI/7a75a729-8dea-423a-a0b6-c14b7c403363	FormlessAI	2025-05-28T00:36:25Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "generated_from_trainer", "trl", "sft", "base_model:unsloth/Meta-Llama-3.1-8B", "base_model:finetune:unsloth/Meta-Llama-3.1-8B", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-27T22:04:40Z	--- base_model: unsloth/Meta-Llama-3.1-8B library_name: transformers model_name: 7a75a729-8dea-423a-a0b6-c14b7c403363 tags: - generated_from_trainer - trl - sft licence: license --- # Model Card for 7a75a729-8dea-423a-a0b6-c14b7c403363 This model is a fine-tuned version of [unsloth/Meta-Llama-3.1-8B](https://huggingface.co/unsloth/Meta-Llama-3.1-8B). It has been trained using [TRL](https://github.com/huggingface/trl). ## Quick start ```python from transformers import pipeline question = "If you had a time machine, but could only go to the past or the future once and never return, which would you choose and why?" generator = pipeline("text-generation", model="FormlessAI/7a75a729-8dea-423a-a0b6-c14b7c403363", device="cuda") output = generator([{"role": "user", "content": question}], max_new_tokens=128, return_full_text=False)[0] print(output["generated_text"]) ``` ## Training procedure [<img src="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/wandb/assets/main/wandb-github-badge-28.svg" alt="Visualize in Weights & Biases" width="150" height="24"/>](https://wandb.ai/phoenix-formless/Gradients/runs/wlropxri) This model was trained with SFT. ### Framework versions - TRL: 0.17.0 - Transformers: 4.52.3 - Pytorch: 2.7.0+cu128 - Datasets: 3.6.0 - Tokenizers: 0.21.1 ## Citations Cite TRL as: ```bibtex @misc{vonwerra2022trl, title = {{TRL: Transformer Reinforcement Learning}}, author = {Leandro von Werra and Younes Belkada and Lewis Tunstall and Edward Beeching and Tristan Thrush and Nathan Lambert and Shengyi Huang and Kashif Rasul and Quentin Gallou{\'e}dec}, year = 2020, journal = {GitHub repository}, publisher = {GitHub}, howpublished = {\url{https://github.com/huggingface/trl}} } ```
FLOPS-Squared/FlaxLlama-Init-Model-V4	FLOPS-Squared	2025-05-28T00:35:41Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "llama", "text-generation", "conversational", "arxiv:1910.09700", "autotrain_compatible", "text-generation-inference", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	text-generation	2025-05-28T00:32:20Z	--- library_name: transformers tags: [] --- # Model Card for Model ID <!-- Provide a quick summary of what the model is/does. --> ## Model Details ### Model Description <!-- Provide a longer summary of what this model is. --> This is the model card of a 🤗 transformers model that has been pushed on the Hub. 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Matisse6410/MNLP_M2_rag_model	Matisse6410	2025-05-28T00:30:38Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "qwen3", "text-generation", "generated_from_trainer", "conversational", "base_model:Qwen/Qwen3-0.6B-Base", "base_model:finetune:Qwen/Qwen3-0.6B-Base", "license:apache-2.0", "autotrain_compatible", "text-generation-inference", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	text-generation	2025-05-27T17:57:57Z	--- library_name: transformers license: apache-2.0 base_model: Qwen/Qwen3-0.6B-Base tags: - generated_from_trainer model-index: - name: qwen_mcqa results: [] --- <!-- This model card has been generated automatically according to the information the Trainer had access to. You should probably proofread and complete it, then remove this comment. --> # qwen_mcqa This model is a fine-tuned version of [Qwen/Qwen3-0.6B-Base](https://huggingface.co/Qwen/Qwen3-0.6B-Base) on the None dataset. ## Model description More information needed ## Intended uses & limitations More information needed ## Training and evaluation data More information needed ## Training procedure ### Training hyperparameters The following hyperparameters were used during training: - learning_rate: 5e-05 - train_batch_size: 2 - eval_batch_size: 8 - seed: 42 - gradient_accumulation_steps: 4 - total_train_batch_size: 8 - optimizer: Use OptimizerNames.ADAMW_TORCH with betas=(0.9,0.999) and epsilon=1e-08 and optimizer_args=No additional optimizer arguments - lr_scheduler_type: linear - num_epochs: 1 ### Training results ### Framework versions - Transformers 4.51.3 - Pytorch 2.6.0+cu126 - Datasets 3.2.0 - Tokenizers 0.21.0
graydog0x/Qwen2.5-1.5B-Instruct-Gensyn-Swarm-yawning_spotted_anaconda	graydog0x	2025-05-28T00:30:03Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "generated_from_trainer", "rl-swarm", "grpo", "gensyn", "I am yawning spotted anaconda", "unsloth", "trl", "arxiv:2402.03300", "base_model:Gensyn/Qwen2.5-1.5B-Instruct", "base_model:finetune:Gensyn/Qwen2.5-1.5B-Instruct", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-24T00:41:29Z	--- base_model: Gensyn/Qwen2.5-1.5B-Instruct library_name: transformers model_name: Qwen2.5-1.5B-Instruct-Gensyn-Swarm-yawning_spotted_anaconda tags: - generated_from_trainer - rl-swarm - grpo - gensyn - I am yawning spotted anaconda - unsloth - trl licence: license --- # Model Card for Qwen2.5-1.5B-Instruct-Gensyn-Swarm-yawning_spotted_anaconda This model is a fine-tuned version of [Gensyn/Qwen2.5-1.5B-Instruct](https://huggingface.co/Gensyn/Qwen2.5-1.5B-Instruct). It has been trained using [TRL](https://github.com/huggingface/trl). ## Quick start ```python from transformers import pipeline question = "If you had a time machine, but could only go to the past or the future once and never return, which would you choose and why?" generator = pipeline("text-generation", model="graydog0x/Qwen2.5-1.5B-Instruct-Gensyn-Swarm-yawning_spotted_anaconda", device="cuda") output = generator([{"role": "user", "content": question}], max_new_tokens=128, return_full_text=False)[0] print(output["generated_text"]) ``` ## Training procedure This model was trained with GRPO, a method introduced in [DeepSeekMath: Pushing the Limits of Mathematical Reasoning in Open Language Models](https://huggingface.co/papers/2402.03300). ### Framework versions - TRL: 0.15.2 - Transformers: 4.51.3 - Pytorch: 2.5.1 - Datasets: 3.6.0 - Tokenizers: 0.21.1 ## Citations Cite GRPO as: ```bibtex @article{zhihong2024deepseekmath, title = {{DeepSeekMath: Pushing the Limits of Mathematical Reasoning in Open Language Models}}, author = {Zhihong Shao and Peiyi Wang and Qihao Zhu and Runxin Xu and Junxiao Song and Mingchuan Zhang and Y. K. Li and Y. Wu and Daya Guo}, year = 2024, eprint = {arXiv:2402.03300}, } ``` Cite TRL as: ```bibtex @misc{vonwerra2022trl, title = {{TRL: Transformer Reinforcement Learning}}, author = {Leandro von Werra and Younes Belkada and Lewis Tunstall and Edward Beeching and Tristan Thrush and Nathan Lambert and Shengyi Huang and Kashif Rasul and Quentin Gallouédec}, year = 2020, journal = {GitHub repository}, publisher = {GitHub}, howpublished = {\url{https://github.com/huggingface/trl}} } ```
CharGen/CharGen-v3-mini-GGUF	CharGen	2025-05-28T00:28:35Z	701	3	null	[ "gguf", "roleplay", "text-generation", "en", "base_model:CharGen/CharGen-v3-mini", "base_model:quantized:CharGen/CharGen-v3-mini", "license:mit", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us", "conversational" ]	text-generation	2025-05-20T23:21:55Z	--- license: mit language: - en base_model: - CharGen/CharGen-v3-mini pipeline_tag: text-generation tags: - roleplay --- <img src="assets/cover_art.png" alt="CharGen v3 mini cover art" width="400"/> ## Live version https://chargen.kubes-lab.com <small>Select "CharGen-v3-mini" model in Settings</small> # CharGen v3 mini CharGen v3 mini is a small model that helps you to write role playing characters. It produces characters based on your free-form text input. Model outputs plain-text characters, in a step-by-step, dialogue format. CharGen v3 series of models is a significant improvement over [CharGen v2](https://huggingface.co/kubernetes-bad/chargen-v2). It demonstrates exceptional instruction following and format adherence. CharGen is a project that started in 2023 with a goal to make character making effortless. Warning: this model was trained on some NSFW content, so it may produce NSFW characters. ## Non-Quantized version - [CharGen/CharGen-v3-mini](https://huggingface.co/CharGen/CharGen-v3-mini) ## Prompting To make a character, prompt the model using the following prompt ordering: 1. System message 1. Description Prompt message or Facts Prompt 1. If Facts Prompt is used, follow up by Alternate Description Prompt 1. Any of the other field prompts, in any order 1. Dialogue Example Prompt should be prompted last ### Supported fields and prompts: <details> <summary>System Message</summary> You are an expert in creating interesting roleplay characters. Your main goal is to create a vibrant persona for roleplay. Use on-point simple language, avoiding overly complex phrases. It is acceptable to assume or even create missing details about the character. Refer to roleplaying user as User. </details> <details> <summary>Description Prompt</summary> This is the very first thing you should query the model with. Base version (when Facts field is not in use): Below is a brief overview of a character. Expand it into a detailed description. Include details about character's personality, their outfit and figure. Mention their age and gender, if applicable. --- {{character_description}} --- Use third person narration. Start your response with "{{char_name}} is ..." Alternate version (when used with conjunction with Facts field - it should follow Facts Prompt): Expand the brief character overview into a detailed description, taking these facts into account. Include details about character's personality, their outfit and figure. Mention their age and gender, if applicable. Use third person narration. Start your response with "{{char_name}} is ..." </details> <details> <summary>Facts Prompt</summary> Facts are small bits of interesting information about the character. Avoid using obvious facts like gender or age here - instead, add something peculiar; maybe your character owns a pet rock? Facts field is not part of [Tavern Character Card V2](https://github.com/malfoyslastname/character-card-spec-v2) spec. Instead, they help the model to understand your character better and capture some of the more specific details. Ideal size for each fact is a single short sentence. Try to keep the total number of facts in 5-10 range. N.B.: When Facts field is in use, use Facts Prompt INSTEAD OF Description Prompt and use alternate version of Description prompt after Facts Prompt. Below is a brief overview of a character. Enrich it by creating a list of interesting and peculiar facts about this character. --- {{character_description}} --- Avoid using obvious facts and things like gender or age. Write 5-10 facts in simple and concise language. Format your response as unordered list. </details> <details> <summary>Scenario Prompt</summary> Write an interesting and engaging scenario for roleplay between {{char_name}} and User. </details> <details> <summary>Personality Prompt</summary> Write several personal qualities that characterize {{char_name}}. </details> <details> <summary>Appearance Prompt</summary> This field is not part of [Tavern Character Card V2](https://github.com/malfoyslastname/character-card-spec-v2) spec, but it is useful for generating images for the character using Image Generation models. Imagine what {{char_name}} could look like and describe {{char_name}}'s portrait. Capture their appearance, clothes and body features, as well as the background setting they can be in. Only include details that would be useful when describing their photo. Omit explanation or any personality traits that cannot be reflected graphically, and focus on visual characteristics instead. Your task is to give specific instructions on how to draw {{char_name}}'s portrait. </details> <details> <summary>First Message Prompt</summary> Write the initial message in this roleplay that would introduce User to {{char_name}} and the scenario. </details> <details> <summary>Dialogue Examples Prompt</summary> Write a few example exchanges between User and {{char_name}} in chat format. Separate each exchange with a <START> tag. Alternate version for Dialogue Example Hints feature: Write several chat exchanges between User and {{char_name}}. Each exchange should start with <START> tag, include a brief contextual summary in parentheses and show the dialogue between User and {{char_name}}, prefixed by names, each turn on new line. </details> ## Dialogue Example Hints This model supports experimental feature called Dialogue Example Hints that allows you to specify the theme or even events for a particular dialogue example. Here is how it looks like from the prompting perspective: <\|im_start\|>user Write several chat exchanges between User and {{char_name}}. Each exchange should start with <START> tag, include a brief contextual summary in parentheses and show the dialogue between User and {{char_name}}, prefixed by names, each turn on new line.<\|im_end\|> <\|im_start\|>assistant <START> ({{hint}}) newline here The partial assistant turn should be sent without the EOS token so model proceeds to generate a continuation of this same turn. In sampling settings, add string `<START>` to the list of stop words, so the model only generates a single dialogue example. ## Training and Data > We stopped looking for diamonds in the rough – we now grow diamonds from coal. Data for CharGen v3 series of models was gathered from publicly-available character card repositories and underwent a diligent manual vetting, proof-reading and partial re-writing of every single card. Process is long and tedious, and would not be possible without [@Delta-Vector](https://huggingface.co/Delta-Vector)'s help and support. CharGen v3's data pipeline is an improvement on v2 in several key aspects. Where v2 was mainly focused on finding the perfect cards in the raw corpus, v3 treats most cards as raw material for later enrichment steps. By a rough estimate, [@Delta-Vector](https://huggingface.co/Delta-Vector) and [@kubernetes-bad](https://huggingface.co/kubernetes-bad) spent ~400 hours (weekends included) on cards re-writing. This number does not include the initial manual vetting of cards. With v3, the key was to stop treating "bad" cards as binary rejects. Now, a card would need to pass just a small list of rule-based pre-filters (is card plaintext? Is it english? How's the length? etc.) to be considered for the next steps, where it would undergo iterative manual improvements. ### Tools Grammar correcting T5-based model cascade from v2 was replaced with a more sophisticated ensemble of large language models that would attempt to fix both grammar and logical/stylistic inconsistencies. Traditional grammar checkers would sometimes also "fix" author's deliberate stylistic choices, just because they're trained on correctness and not so much on conversational language understanding. The solution was to combine three approaches: 1. Semantic Richness Scoring A custom tool, [Concepts](http://github.com/kubernetes-bad/concepts), analyzed character card in embedding space for features like mentions of character relation to User, personality traits and aspects, or character's hobbies, likes and dislikes. This wasn't so much about judging character card quality, but estimating the amount of human work a card would need to be considered good. Output of each of those Concepts was then summed up to represent a proxy for "character richness" metric. The intuition is that if a character has all those things mentioned - chances are good that it will have many more things that make a character good, even if there wasn't a Concept for that feature specifically. Higher score = better. 2. LLM-Assisted Refinement Mistral-Large and Claude 3.5 Haiku were both tasked with correcting grammar and fixing logical consistency where necessary. Modern language models are great at preserving author's voice: where T5 would rewrite a brooding vampire's accented dialogue into just... normal text, these models kept the atmosphere while fixing stuff like pronoun mismatches (as well as grammar, of course). A custom tool, [Fuckery](https://github.com/kubernetes-bad/fuckery), was used to let human annotators to verify every AI edit suggestion and quickly cherry-pick the ones that they agree with or edit it in-place, using a git-merge style web interface. 3. Human Touch Same tool was employed for the final step - manual rewriting. Some cards were mostly fine, but had some problems like delving too deep into unrelated details about character's extended family, or incorporating jailbreak-like instructions right in the card, or just needed some tweaks and paragraph re-arrangement, so the were manually reviewed and edited. It's vital to mention: the preservation of the original card's author vision was absolutely key in this step. If there was even a hint of discrepancy between factual correctness and author's vision - the priority would always go for author's vision, even if that would contradict common sense. Sometimes, this could also indicate a bad quality card, but in rare occasions it was actually part of the vibe that author was going for. ### Human Data Augmentation Early on into the project, a non-negotiable rule was established: human editors should edit grammar and style, not intent. When encountering cards with disturbing or morally questionable content, editors were instructed to either: - Correct syntax/formatting without altering meaning (e.g., fixing a serial killer’s rambling manifesto into coherent sentences), or - Skip the card entirely if unable to separate technical from ethical judgement This highlights the tool-like nature of CharGen series of models. The model should be able to generate a wide range of characters, without moralizing or any judgment whatsoever. It's the end user's privilege to decide what is acceptable and what is not. If a character's "core idea" was controversial or even disturbing, but well-executed, it was improved for clarity and consistency - but not fundamentally changed. It is partly for this reason - inclusion of potentially disturbing content curated for data diversity - that the dataset itself is not planned for public release. ## Reinforcement Learning CharGen v3-mini is trained as a milestone model to hone the reinforcement learning formula that would be then applied to bigger models. Its smaller size (4b parameters vs 24b for full v3 model) allowed for faster iteration and made experimentation cheaper. More novel and potentially risky things could be tried with v3-mini without making the author noticeably poorer. ### GRPO for creative writing For reinforcement learning, GRPO (Group Relative Policy Optimization) method was chosen - in contrast to v2's offline DPO (Direct Policy Optimization). GRPO is an online training method, meaning that it alters the model "live" - as it generates samples, its weights are altered based on the results of those outputs. Commonly, PPO is used for this type of training by big labs, but it's hard to pull off since it requires careful tuning of many, many moving parts and VRAM requirements are enormous. GRPO simplifies online reinforcement learning by eliminating the need for a separate advantage estimation model - instead, it generates several candidate outputs for a given prompt, then applies a reward function to each, and then calculates the relative advantage for the group of samples. This, plus its sample-level loss (vs token-level in classic PPO), makes the training more stable. Original GRPO paper focused mostly on verifiable rewards – where an output's correctness can be objectively proven, like checking math solutions or executing code. Applying it to a very subjective domain like creative writing, where "correctness" is hard or straight up impossible to quantify, was CharGen's experimental adaptation of GRPO technique. Dataset for GRPO is derived from user-submitted preference data from [CharGen App](http://chargen.kubes-lab.com) - over the course of last year, users generated countless characters and some submitted feedback in the form of simple thumbs-up/thumbs-down signal. These prompts were used in making the reinforcement learning dataset for prompting CharGen model in online learning setting (original generations from these feedback submissions weren't used). ### Reward Orchestration Defining what makes a character "good" is hard and very context-dependent. A reward signal needs to be more sophisticated than any single metric that's applied all the time. To handle that, a custom reward orchestration framework, [reward-composer](https://github.com/kubernetes-bad/reward-composer), was developed. It works with both Axolotl and TRL trainers, and allows for describing complex relationships between the individual reward functions. `reward-composer` makes it relatively easy to specify dependencies (e.g., reward B only applies if conditions of qualifier A is met) and conditions, composing these smaller reward signals into one complex and dynamic reward function. This is important because CharGen v3 models generate characters step-by-step in a dialogue format, where the quality criteria for one field (like 'Personality') might differ significantly from another (like 'Example Dialogues') and depend heavily on previously generated fields. ### Reward Signals The set of active reward functions dynamically changed depending on the current step in the character generation flow. But overarching goal remained consistent: guide the model towards outputs that represent a well-formed, coherent character aligned with the user's prompt (and what we know a good character should look like). One of the main components of CharGen's reward design was an ensemble of LLM judges. This means that several independent models would grade CharGen's outputs based on the same rubric and then produce a composite score. This score represented how well the model's response for a specific field adhered to the initial user prompt and the dialogue history (previously generated character fields). Basically, it measured prompt adherence and character consistency. To make the model stay on course and keep it format-consistent (LLM judges don't necessarily know what makes a markdown dialogue good), auxiliary rewards were used.These included penalties for incoherence, over-long generation, or breaking the expected dialogue format. [Concepts](http://github.com/kubernetes-bad/concepts) library was used here too, boosting scores of generations that included desirable features like relationship to User, looks and age - but only slightly, in order to prevent model from gaming the system and looksmaxxing the entire response, for example. ### Fighting Slop CharGen v3's RL had a critical auxiliary reward specifically targeted at reducing the use of common AI cliché phrases, also known as "slop". Phrases like "can't help but...", "a mixture of X and Y", "kiss-bruised lips" or "half-lidded eyes" are often overused by models in context of role play. Slop is a nasty defect that easily breaks immersion in a roleplay session. Presence of slop in a character card "primes" the RP session towards generating more of the slop, turning the whole session into one slop-fest. To combat slop, CharGen v3's RL step includes targeted slop-penalty reward function. The process involved: 1. Generating a large set of character fields using the pre-RL CharGen v3-mini model with prompts from the RL training dataset. 2. Building an n-gram frequency table from these generated outputs. 3. Manually curating this frequency table, removing common English phrase ngrams (`I do n't want to`, `is a very`, etc.) to isolate the specific, repetitive clichés favored by this model in this domain. 4. Using this curated slop-list into a reward as a penalty signal – the frequency of the slop phrases used would be summed up and normalized for completion length, and then used as a penalty. Essentially - it's not just "used bad word = get 0 reward", but rather "how bad of a bad word was used". Resulting reward signal is then scaled with a sigmoid function (turns out, pre-RL CharGen was not super-duper sloppy to begin with). This reward pushes model to more original and varied wording without penalizing common English phrases, or slop that model wouldn't use anyway. Eliminating slop was a key objective for improving the natural feel and usefulness of characters made with CharGen v3 models. ### Training Scale Over total of 44 RL runs (SFT runs counted separately), for CharGen v3-mini, ~200,000 LLM judge requests were made. Judge models used were DeepSeek R1, Llama3.1 405b Instruct and DeepSeek v3-0324. With applying GRPO to not-so-verifiable rewards, CharGen v3-mini demonstrates improvements in complex instruction following and makes it able to maintain character consistency throughout the whole character generation dialogue. ## Licensing and Attribution This model is a derivative work based on [Delta-Vector/Holland-4B-V1](https://huggingface.co/Delta-Vector/Holland-4B-V1), licensed under MIT License. The Holland-4B-V1 itself is based on the original [nvidia/Llama-3.1-Minitron-4B-Width-Base](https://huggingface.co/IntervitensInc/Llama-3.1-Minitron-4B-Width-Base-chatml), licensed under NVIDIA Open Model License Agreement, with addition of ChatML tokens by [@IntervitensInc](https://huggingface.co/IntervitensInc). This derivative model as a whole is licensed under the MIT License.
JiyoungP/QOD-Korean-Political-Sentiment-BERT	JiyoungP	2025-05-28T00:26:42Z	0	0	null	[ "safetensors", "electra", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-25T11:33:35Z	# QOD_KPSB (QOD-Korean Political Sentiment BERT) QOD_KPSB is a sentiment classification model tailored for Korean political discourse. Fine-tuned from the KoELECTRA architecture, this model is designed to automatically predict the sentiment of key political terms found in news articles, comments, and official party statements. In many Korean political science studies, general-purpose sentiment lexicons or BERT models have traditionally been used to measure sentiment. However, such tools often fall short when applied to political texts, which frequently include domain-specific terminology, references to particular events or ideologies, slang, and neologisms unique to political contexts. To address these limitations, we developed a sentiment classifier specialized for political content. The vocabulary used to train the model was extracted from a political text corpus comprising news articles, online comments, and party statements. Sentiment labels were manually annotated by undergraduate and graduate researchers affiliated with the QOD (Qualities of Democracy) Lab in the Department of Political Science and International Studies at Yonsei University. The final dataset includes 4,428 labeled words. ## Authors - Jiyoung Park ([email protected]) - Sanghyun Park ([email protected]) - Eunmi Cho ([email protected]) - Minkung Jung ([email protected]) - Joohyun Jung ([email protected]) - Sinjae Kang ([email protected]) - Sunwoo Kwak ([email protected]) - Jaewoo Lim ([email protected]) --- ## Key Features - Sentiment classification specialized for Korean political contexts - Five sentiment classes: very negative, negative, neutral, positive, very positive - Built on a pre-trained KoELECTRA backbone --- ## Training Details - Data Collection Period: December 1, 2023 – December 31, 2023 - Data Sources: News articles, online comments, and official political party statements ### Morphological Analyzer Comparison We evaluated five Korean morphological analyzers (OKT, Komoran, Kkma, UDPipe, Mecab) by analyzing word frequency distributions. Mecab was ultimately selected based on its superior performance for our use case. ### Sentiment Annotation Protocol 1. Word Selection Criteria: Adjectives, adverbs, nouns, and selected verbs 2. Annotation Process: - Each word was labeled by three independent annotators on a scale from -2 (strongly negative) to +2 (strongly positive) - If all three annotators agreed on the score → that score was finalized - If there was disagreement → the annotators discussed and included the word only upon reaching unanimous consensus - If no agreement was reached → the word was excluded from the training dataset --- ## Model Performance \| Metric \| Score \| \|------------\|---------\| \| Accuracy \| 0.7946 \| \| Precision \| 0.5991 \| \| Recall \| 0.5802 \| \| F1 Score \| 0.5888 \| --- ## Training Hyperparameters - Model: `monologg/koelectra-base-v3-discriminator` - Epochs: 10 - Batch Size: 8 (train & eval) - Learning Rate: 2e-5 - Weight Decay: 0.01 - Max Length: 16 - Evaluation Strategy: per epoch - Save Strategy: per epoch - Best Model Selection: Enabled (`load_best_model_at_end=True`) - Tokenizer: KoELECTRA Tokenizer --- ## Usage ```python from qod_kpsb import QODKPSBPredictor predictor = QODKPSBPredictor() print(predictor.predict("개검독재")) # → very negative ``` --- ## Citation If you use this code or data in your work, please cite: Jiyoung Park, Sanghyun Park, Eunmi Cho, Minkung Jung, Joohyun Jung, Sinjae Kang, Sunwoo Kwak and Jaewoo Lim "QOD_KPSB: Korean Political Sentiment BERT." GitHub repository: https://github.com/jiyoung-park0/QOD_KPSB
dimasik87/690448ea-a844-41b5-81f2-dd95a9262f49	dimasik87	2025-05-28T00:23:35Z	0	0	peft	[ "peft", "safetensors", "gemma2", "axolotl", "generated_from_trainer", "base_model:princeton-nlp/gemma-2-9b-it-SimPO", "base_model:adapter:princeton-nlp/gemma-2-9b-it-SimPO", "license:mit", "4-bit", "bitsandbytes", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-27T21:20:56Z	--- library_name: peft license: mit base_model: princeton-nlp/gemma-2-9b-it-SimPO tags: - axolotl - generated_from_trainer model-index: - name: 690448ea-a844-41b5-81f2-dd95a9262f49 results: [] --- <!-- This model card has been generated automatically according to the information the Trainer had access to. You should probably proofread and complete it, then remove this comment. --> [<img src="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/axolotl-ai-cloud/axolotl/main/image/axolotl-badge-web.png" alt="Built with Axolotl" width="200" height="32"/>](https://github.com/axolotl-ai-cloud/axolotl) <details><summary>See axolotl config</summary> axolotl version: `0.4.1` ```yaml absolute_data_files: false adapter: lora base_model: princeton-nlp/gemma-2-9b-it-SimPO bf16: true chat_template: llama3 dataset_prepared_path: /workspace/axolotl datasets: - data_files: - 5e631c9eccb9d92a_train_data.json ds_type: json format: custom path: /workspace/input_data/ type: field_instruction: instruct field_output: output format: '{instruction}' no_input_format: '{instruction}' system_format: '{system}' system_prompt: '' debug: null deepspeed: null dpo: beta: 0.1 enabled: true group_by_length: false rank_loss: true reference_model: null early_stopping_patience: null eval_max_new_tokens: 128 eval_table_size: null evals_per_epoch: 1 flash_attention: true fp16: null fsdp: null fsdp_config: null gradient_accumulation_steps: 4 gradient_checkpointing: true gradient_clipping: 1.0 group_by_length: false hub_model_id: dimasik87/690448ea-a844-41b5-81f2-dd95a9262f49 hub_repo: null hub_strategy: end hub_token: null learning_rate: 1.0e-06 load_in_4bit: true load_in_8bit: false local_rank: null logging_steps: 1 lora_alpha: 64 lora_dropout: 0.1 lora_fan_in_fan_out: null lora_model_dir: null lora_r: 32 lora_target_linear: true lr_scheduler: cosine max_steps: 500 micro_batch_size: 6 mixed_precision: bf16 mlflow_experiment_name: /tmp/5e631c9eccb9d92a_train_data.json model_type: AutoModelForCausalLM num_epochs: 2 optimizer: adamw_bnb_8bit output_dir: miner_id_24 pad_to_sequence_len: true resume_from_checkpoint: null s2_attention: null sample_packing: false saves_per_epoch: 1 sequence_len: 1024 strict: false tf32: false tokenizer_type: AutoTokenizer train_on_inputs: false trust_remote_code: true val_set_size: 0.05 wandb_entity: null wandb_mode: online wandb_name: c4fe254f-0d5e-431f-9a48-c2947fd5dd85 wandb_project: s56-7 wandb_run: your_name wandb_runid: c4fe254f-0d5e-431f-9a48-c2947fd5dd85 warmup_steps: 50 weight_decay: 0.05 xformers_attention: true ``` </details><br> # 690448ea-a844-41b5-81f2-dd95a9262f49 This model is a fine-tuned version of [princeton-nlp/gemma-2-9b-it-SimPO](https://huggingface.co/princeton-nlp/gemma-2-9b-it-SimPO) on the None dataset. It achieves the following results on the evaluation set: - Loss: 1.3267 ## Model description More information needed ## Intended uses & limitations More information needed ## Training and evaluation data More information needed ## Training procedure ### Training hyperparameters The following hyperparameters were used during training: - learning_rate: 1e-06 - train_batch_size: 6 - eval_batch_size: 6 - seed: 42 - gradient_accumulation_steps: 4 - total_train_batch_size: 24 - optimizer: Use OptimizerNames.ADAMW_BNB with betas=(0.9,0.999) and epsilon=1e-08 and optimizer_args=No additional optimizer arguments - lr_scheduler_type: cosine - lr_scheduler_warmup_steps: 50 - training_steps: 500 ### Training results \| Training Loss \| Epoch \| Step \| Validation Loss \| \|:-------------:\|:------:\|:----:\|:---------------:\| \| 3.6416 \| 0.0000 \| 1 \| 3.5776 \| \| 1.8066 \| 0.0096 \| 250 \| 1.4274 \| \| 1.0858 \| 0.0192 \| 500 \| 1.3267 \| ### Framework versions - PEFT 0.13.2 - Transformers 4.46.0 - Pytorch 2.5.0+cu124 - Datasets 3.0.1 - Tokenizers 0.20.1
aamijar/Llama-2-7b-hf-lora-r8-mrpc-portlora-epochs4	aamijar	2025-05-28T00:22:33Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "arxiv:1910.09700", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-28T00:22:32Z	--- library_name: transformers tags: [] --- # Model Card for Model ID <!-- Provide a quick summary of what the model is/does. --> ## Model Details ### Model Description <!-- Provide a longer summary of what this model is. --> This is the model card of a 🤗 transformers model that has been pushed on the Hub. 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dfdrer/gt	dfdrer	2025-05-28T00:22:02Z	0	0	null	[ "license:apache-2.0", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-28T00:22:02Z	--- license: apache-2.0 ---
dimasik2987/b3dbcd57-1258-45a9-aedf-0ec153b17b4a	dimasik2987	2025-05-28T00:20:34Z	0	0	peft	[ "peft", "safetensors", "gemma2", "axolotl", "generated_from_trainer", "base_model:princeton-nlp/gemma-2-9b-it-SimPO", "base_model:adapter:princeton-nlp/gemma-2-9b-it-SimPO", "license:mit", "4-bit", "bitsandbytes", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-27T21:20:45Z	--- library_name: peft license: mit base_model: princeton-nlp/gemma-2-9b-it-SimPO tags: - axolotl - generated_from_trainer model-index: - name: b3dbcd57-1258-45a9-aedf-0ec153b17b4a results: [] --- <!-- This model card has been generated automatically according to the information the Trainer had access to. You should probably proofread and complete it, then remove this comment. --> [<img src="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/axolotl-ai-cloud/axolotl/main/image/axolotl-badge-web.png" alt="Built with Axolotl" width="200" height="32"/>](https://github.com/axolotl-ai-cloud/axolotl) <details><summary>See axolotl config</summary> axolotl version: `0.4.1` ```yaml absolute_data_files: false adapter: lora base_model: princeton-nlp/gemma-2-9b-it-SimPO bf16: true chat_template: llama3 dataset_prepared_path: /workspace/axolotl datasets: - data_files: - 5e631c9eccb9d92a_train_data.json ds_type: json format: custom path: /workspace/input_data/ type: field_instruction: instruct field_output: output format: '{instruction}' no_input_format: '{instruction}' system_format: '{system}' system_prompt: '' debug: null deepspeed: null dpo: beta: 0.1 enabled: true group_by_length: false rank_loss: true reference_model: null early_stopping_patience: null eval_max_new_tokens: 128 eval_table_size: null evals_per_epoch: 1 flash_attention: true fp16: null fsdp: null fsdp_config: null gradient_accumulation_steps: 2 gradient_checkpointing: true gradient_clipping: 0.85 group_by_length: false hub_model_id: dimasik2987/b3dbcd57-1258-45a9-aedf-0ec153b17b4a hub_repo: null hub_strategy: end hub_token: null learning_rate: 5.0e-06 load_in_4bit: true load_in_8bit: false local_rank: null logging_steps: 1 lora_alpha: 128 lora_dropout: 0.1 lora_fan_in_fan_out: null lora_model_dir: null lora_r: 64 lora_target_linear: true lr_scheduler: cosine max_steps: 500 micro_batch_size: 12 mixed_precision: bf16 mlflow_experiment_name: /tmp/5e631c9eccb9d92a_train_data.json model_type: AutoModelForCausalLM num_epochs: 2 optimizer: adamw_bnb_8bit output_dir: miner_id_24 pad_to_sequence_len: true resume_from_checkpoint: null s2_attention: null sample_packing: false saves_per_epoch: 1 sequence_len: 1024 strict: false tf32: false tokenizer_type: AutoTokenizer train_on_inputs: false trust_remote_code: true val_set_size: 0.05 wandb_entity: null wandb_mode: online wandb_name: c4fe254f-0d5e-431f-9a48-c2947fd5dd85 wandb_project: s56-7 wandb_run: your_name wandb_runid: c4fe254f-0d5e-431f-9a48-c2947fd5dd85 warmup_steps: 50 weight_decay: 0.02 xformers_attention: true ``` </details><br> # b3dbcd57-1258-45a9-aedf-0ec153b17b4a This model is a fine-tuned version of [princeton-nlp/gemma-2-9b-it-SimPO](https://huggingface.co/princeton-nlp/gemma-2-9b-it-SimPO) on the None dataset. It achieves the following results on the evaluation set: - Loss: 1.1051 ## Model description More information needed ## Intended uses & limitations More information needed ## Training and evaluation data More information needed ## Training procedure ### Training hyperparameters The following hyperparameters were used during training: - learning_rate: 5e-06 - train_batch_size: 12 - eval_batch_size: 12 - seed: 42 - gradient_accumulation_steps: 2 - total_train_batch_size: 24 - optimizer: Use OptimizerNames.ADAMW_BNB with betas=(0.9,0.999) and epsilon=1e-08 and optimizer_args=No additional optimizer arguments - lr_scheduler_type: cosine - lr_scheduler_warmup_steps: 50 - training_steps: 500 ### Training results \| Training Loss \| Epoch \| Step \| Validation Loss \| \|:-------------:\|:------:\|:----:\|:---------------:\| \| 3.6413 \| 0.0000 \| 1 \| 3.6092 \| \| 1.4461 \| 0.0096 \| 250 \| 1.1209 \| \| 0.8963 \| 0.0192 \| 500 \| 1.1051 \| ### Framework versions - PEFT 0.13.2 - Transformers 4.46.0 - Pytorch 2.5.0+cu124 - Datasets 3.0.1 - Tokenizers 0.20.1
Verah/Real-CascadedGaze	Verah	2025-05-28T00:19:36Z	0	0	null	[ "Denoise", "license:mit", "region:us" ]	null	2025-01-26T22:50:49Z	--- license: mit tags: - Denoise --- # Intro These are my efforts to train a real-world usable [Cascaded Gaze](https://github.com/Ascend-Research/CascadedGaze) image denoising network. denoise_util.py includes all definitions required to use Cascaded Gaze networks with PyTorch. # Models v1 - ~ 132M params, trained on 256 * 256 RGB patches for intermediate jpg & webp compression artefact removal. It's been trained on about 700k samples (photographs only) at a precision of bf16. Also capable of removing ISO-like noise and gaussian noise. - I recommend inputing tensors of [B,3,256,256], with values of floats scaled to 0 - 1. Loading v1 ``` python from denoise_util import CascadedGaze from safetensors.torch import load_file device = "cuda" img_channel = 3 width = 60 enc_blks = [2, 2, 4, 6] middle_blk_num = 12 dec_blks = [2, 2, 2, 2] GCE_CONVS_nums = [3,3,2,2] model = CascadedGaze(img_channel=img_channel,width=width, middle_blk_num=middle_blk_num, enc_blk_nums=enc_blks, dec_blk_nums=dec_blks,GCE_CONVS_nums=GCE_CONVS_nums) state_dict = load_file("models/v1.safetensors") model.load_state_dict(state_dict) model = model.to(device) model.requires_grad_(False) model.eval() ``` jpg+webp denoising mini ![sample](sample.png) sample: 4x zoom demonstration of this model applied to an image of a toy car found online. - only ~18M parameters, trained on 256 * 256 BGR patches for jpg & webp compression artefact removal only. PSNR loss was used. - can handle artefacts that have been up or down scaled. ``` python #Loading as above but with some settings changed: enc_blks = [2, 2, 3] middle_blk_num = 6 dec_blks = [2, 2, 2] GCE_CONVS_nums = [3,3,2] ``` Usage - Using https://github.com/ProGamerGov/blended-tiling to handle converting images of arbitrary sizes into 256*256 tiles then back again. - You'll need to make ammendments to prevent the batches from being too large for your device. - presumes the model was already loaded with code above. - loading/saving images omitted, but you could use PIL or cv2, etc. note the BGR vs RGB cardinality of the models. ```python import torch from PIL import Image import torchvision from blended_tiling import TilingModule #load an image however you want tiling_module = TilingModule( tile_size=[256, 256], tile_overlap=[0.1, 0.1], # you can configure this to taste base_size=pil_image.size, #nb: see .shape if you load with cv2 ) tensor = torchvision.transforms.functional.to_tensor(pil_image) #also compatible with cv2 tensor = torch.unsqueeze(tensor,0) tiles = tiling_module.split_into_tiles(tensor) tiles = tiles.to(device) result = model(tiles).cpu() #you'll likely want to handle re-batching of tiles to fit vram result = tiling_module.rebuild_with_masks(result).squeeze().clamp(0, 1) #save an image however you want ```
GhostMopey115/lora_model	GhostMopey115	2025-05-28T00:18:09Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "text-generation-inference", "unsloth", "qwen3", "trl", "en", "base_model:unsloth/Qwen3-4B-unsloth-bnb-4bit", "base_model:finetune:unsloth/Qwen3-4B-unsloth-bnb-4bit", "license:apache-2.0", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-19T03:32:01Z	--- base_model: unsloth/Qwen3-4B-unsloth-bnb-4bit tags: - text-generation-inference - transformers - unsloth - qwen3 - trl license: apache-2.0 language: - en --- # Uploaded model - Developed by: GhostMopey115 - License: apache-2.0 - Finetuned from model : unsloth/Qwen3-4B-unsloth-bnb-4bit This qwen3 model was trained 2x faster with [Unsloth](https://github.com/unslothai/unsloth) and Huggingface's TRL library. [<img src="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/unslothai/unsloth/main/images/unsloth%20made%20with%20love.png" width="200"/>](https://github.com/unslothai/unsloth)
RizhongLin/MNLP_M2_dpo_model_v1.5_mock2	RizhongLin	2025-05-28T00:17:55Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "qwen3", "text-generation", "trl", "dpo", "conversational", "arxiv:1910.09700", "autotrain_compatible", "text-generation-inference", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	text-generation	2025-05-28T00:17:19Z	--- library_name: transformers tags: - trl - dpo --- # Model Card for Model ID <!-- Provide a quick summary of what the model is/does. --> ## Model Details ### Model Description <!-- Provide a longer summary of what this model is. --> This is the model card of a 🤗 transformers model that has been pushed on the Hub. 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Yuichi1218/Lafaek-llama3-8B-instruct-05280905	Yuichi1218	2025-05-28T00:15:51Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "llama", "text-generation", "text-generation-inference", "unsloth", "trl", "conversational", "en", "base_model:Yuichi1218/Lafaek-05271342", "base_model:finetune:Yuichi1218/Lafaek-05271342", "license:apache-2.0", "autotrain_compatible", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	text-generation	2025-05-28T00:11:19Z	--- base_model: Yuichi1218/Lafaek-05271342 tags: - text-generation-inference - transformers - unsloth - llama - trl license: apache-2.0 language: - en --- # Uploaded model - Developed by: Yuichi1218 - License: apache-2.0 - Finetuned from model : Yuichi1218/Lafaek-05271342 This llama model was trained 2x faster with [Unsloth](https://github.com/unslothai/unsloth) and Huggingface's TRL library. [<img src="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/unslothai/unsloth/main/images/unsloth%20made%20with%20love.png" width="200"/>](https://github.com/unslothai/unsloth)
aamijar/Llama-2-7b-hf-lora-r8-mrpc-portlora-epochs3	aamijar	2025-05-28T00:14:13Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "arxiv:1910.09700", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-28T00:14:12Z	--- library_name: transformers tags: [] --- # Model Card for Model ID <!-- Provide a quick summary of what the model is/does. --> ## Model Details ### Model Description <!-- Provide a longer summary of what this model is. --> This is the model card of a 🤗 transformers model that has been pushed on the Hub. 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MAAT-EL-DUAT/TATSU-LAB.ALPACA.LLAMA3.2-INSTRUCT-1B-4bit	MAAT-EL-DUAT	2025-05-28T00:13:33Z	0	0	null	[ "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-28T00:10:44Z	### STILL TESTING THE EXPERIMENTS MAJOR PAIN IN THE ASS UNSLOTH CHAT TEMPLATE KEEP GIVING RETARDED ERROR "WHY YOU ONLY HAVE 1 INSTRUCTION WHEN YOU NEED 2" WHICH MAKE NO SENSE ### RESTARD ERROR #1 RuntimeError: Unsloth: Your prompt template must have 2 examples showing the user input {INPUT} and the assistant output {OUTPUT} For example what is not allowed is just: ### Input:\n{INPUT}\n\n### Response:\n{OUTPUT}\n What is required is 2x of this: ### Input:\n{INPUT}\n\n### Response:\n{OUTPUT}\n### Input:\n{INPUT}\n\n### Response:\n{OUTPUT}\n During handling of the above exception, another exception occurred: ### RETARD ERROR #2 jinja2.exceptions.TemplateSyntaxError: expected token 'end of print statement', got 's' ### RETARD ERROR #3 ValueError: Unsloth: Your tokenizer already has instruction and response parts set - do not give custom ones! NO IT IS NOT UNSLOTH THAT IS RETARD
jairelevate/jairrodriguez	jairelevate	2025-05-28T00:12:59Z	0	0	null	[ "license:other", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-27T23:30:12Z	--- license: other license_name: flux-1-dev-non-commercial-license license_link: https://huggingface.co/black-forest-labs/FLUX.1-dev/blob/main/LICENSE.md ---
katrina-lim-kiffy/Katrina.lim.kiffy.viral.new.original.video.clip	katrina-lim-kiffy	2025-05-28T00:12:34Z	0	0	null	[ "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-28T00:07:57Z	<H1>Full Video ==>>> <a href="https://community.activestate.com/t/hot-18-katrina-lim-kiffy-viral-new-original-video-clip/14136">WATCH NOW</a></H1> <H1>Full CLIP ==>>> <a href="https://community.activestate.com/t/hot-18-katrina-lim-kiffy-viral-new-original-video-clip/14136">WATCH NOW</a></H1>
mahdi-b/viral-esm3b	mahdi-b	2025-05-28T00:11:08Z	0	0	null	[ "safetensors", "esm", "protein", "biology", "viral-sequences", "protein-language-model", "dataset:viral-sequences", "base_model:facebook/esm2_t36_3B_UR50D", "base_model:finetune:facebook/esm2_t36_3B_UR50D", "license:mit", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-28T00:03:52Z	--- tags: - protein - biology - viral-sequences - esm - protein-language-model license: mit datasets: - viral-sequences base_model: facebook/esm2_t36_3B_UR50D --- # Viral ESM-3B Fine-tuned on viral protein sequences.
gecfdo/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00a_EXL2_3.0bpw_H8	gecfdo	2025-05-28T00:07:59Z	0	0	null	[ "safetensors", "mistral", "sci-fi", "space-opera", "worldbuilding", "speculative-fiction", "technology", "futurism", "text-generation", "conversational", "en", "base_model:spacewars123/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00a", "base_model:quantized:spacewars123/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00a", "license:apache-2.0", "3-bit", "exl2", "region:us" ]	text-generation	2025-05-28T00:04:15Z	--- license: apache-2.0 language: - en base_model: - spacewars123/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00a base_model_relation: quantized quantized_by: gecfdo pipeline_tag: text-generation tags: - sci-fi - space-opera - worldbuilding - speculative-fiction - technology - futurism --- <style> body { font-family: 'Quicksand', sans-serif; background: linear-gradient(135deg, #0a1a1a 0%, #001010 100%); color: #e1ffff !important; text-shadow: 0 0 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.7); margin: 0; padding: 20px; transition: all 0.5s ease; } @media (prefers-color-scheme: light) { body { background: linear-gradient(135deg, #e1ffff 0%, #c0f0ff 100%); 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asaadbashed/asaaaad	asaadbashed	2025-05-28T00:06:57Z	0	0	null	[ "license:apache-2.0", "region:us" ]	null	2025-05-28T00:06:57Z	--- license: apache-2.0 ---
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gecfdo/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00a_EXL3_3.5bpw_H8	gecfdo	2025-05-28T00:05:26Z	0	0	null	[ "safetensors", "mistral", "sci-fi", "space-opera", "worldbuilding", "speculative-fiction", "technology", "futurism", "text-generation", "conversational", "en", "base_model:spacewars123/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00a", "base_model:quantized:spacewars123/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00a", "license:apache-2.0", "exl3", "region:us" ]	text-generation	2025-05-28T00:01:53Z	--- license: apache-2.0 language: - en base_model: - spacewars123/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00a base_model_relation: quantized quantized_by: gecfdo pipeline_tag: text-generation tags: - sci-fi - space-opera - worldbuilding - speculative-fiction - technology - futurism --- <style> body { font-family: 'Quicksand', sans-serif; background: linear-gradient(135deg, #0a1a1a 0%, #001010 100%); color: #e1ffff !important; text-shadow: 0 0 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.7); margin: 0; padding: 20px; transition: all 0.5s ease; } @media (prefers-color-scheme: light) { body { background: linear-gradient(135deg, #e1ffff 0%, #c0f0ff 100%); 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fesvhtr/clip-iferniu-L14-10epoch	fesvhtr	2025-05-28T00:04:00Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "safetensors", "clip", "zero-shot-image-classification", "arxiv:1910.09700", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us" ]	zero-shot-image-classification	2025-05-28T00:02:39Z	--- library_name: transformers tags: [] --- # Model Card for Model ID <!-- Provide a quick summary of what the model is/does. --> ## Model Details ### Model Description <!-- Provide a longer summary of what this model is. --> This is the model card of a 🤗 transformers model that has been pushed on the Hub. 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mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-i1-GGUF	mradermacher	2025-05-28T00:00:07Z	0	0	transformers	[ "transformers", "gguf", "sci-fi", "space-opera", "worldbuilding", "speculative-fiction", "technology", "futurism", "en", "base_model:spacewars123/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b", "base_model:quantized:spacewars123/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b", "license:apache-2.0", "endpoints_compatible", "region:us", "imatrix", "conversational" ]	null	2025-05-27T21:23:21Z	--- base_model: spacewars123/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b language: - en library_name: transformers license: apache-2.0 quantized_by: mradermacher tags: - sci-fi - space-opera - worldbuilding - speculative-fiction - technology - futurism --- ## About <!-- ### quantize_version: 2 --> <!-- ### output_tensor_quantised: 1 --> <!-- ### convert_type: hf --> <!-- ### vocab_type: --> <!-- ### tags: nicoboss --> weighted/imatrix quants of https://huggingface.co/spacewars123/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b <!-- provided-files --> static quants are available at https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-GGUF ## Usage If you are unsure how to use GGUF files, refer to one of [TheBloke's READMEs](https://huggingface.co/TheBloke/KafkaLM-70B-German-V0.1-GGUF) for more details, including on how to concatenate multi-part files. ## Provided Quants (sorted by size, not necessarily quality. IQ-quants are often preferable over similar sized non-IQ quants) \| Link \| Type \| Size/GB \| Notes \| \|:-----\|:-----\|--------:\|:------\| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-i1-GGUF/resolve/main/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b.i1-IQ1_S.gguf) \| i1-IQ1_S \| 5.4 \| for the desperate \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-i1-GGUF/resolve/main/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b.i1-IQ1_M.gguf) \| i1-IQ1_M \| 5.9 \| mostly desperate \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-i1-GGUF/resolve/main/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b.i1-IQ2_XXS.gguf) \| i1-IQ2_XXS \| 6.6 \| \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-i1-GGUF/resolve/main/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b.i1-IQ2_XS.gguf) \| i1-IQ2_XS \| 7.3 \| \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-i1-GGUF/resolve/main/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b.i1-IQ2_S.gguf) \| i1-IQ2_S \| 7.6 \| \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-i1-GGUF/resolve/main/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b.i1-IQ2_M.gguf) \| i1-IQ2_M \| 8.2 \| \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-i1-GGUF/resolve/main/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b.i1-Q2_K_S.gguf) \| i1-Q2_K_S \| 8.4 \| very low quality \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-i1-GGUF/resolve/main/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b.i1-Q2_K.gguf) \| i1-Q2_K \| 9.0 \| IQ3_XXS probably better \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-i1-GGUF/resolve/main/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b.i1-IQ3_XXS.gguf) \| i1-IQ3_XXS \| 9.4 \| lower quality \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-i1-GGUF/resolve/main/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b.i1-IQ3_XS.gguf) \| i1-IQ3_XS \| 10.0 \| \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-i1-GGUF/resolve/main/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b.i1-Q3_K_S.gguf) \| i1-Q3_K_S \| 10.5 \| IQ3_XS probably better \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-i1-GGUF/resolve/main/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b.i1-IQ3_S.gguf) \| i1-IQ3_S \| 10.5 \| beats Q3_K* \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-i1-GGUF/resolve/main/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b.i1-IQ3_M.gguf) \| i1-IQ3_M \| 10.8 \| \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-i1-GGUF/resolve/main/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b.i1-Q3_K_M.gguf) \| i1-Q3_K_M \| 11.6 \| IQ3_S probably better \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-i1-GGUF/resolve/main/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b.i1-Q3_K_L.gguf) \| i1-Q3_K_L \| 12.5 \| IQ3_M probably better \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-i1-GGUF/resolve/main/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b.i1-IQ4_XS.gguf) \| i1-IQ4_XS \| 12.9 \| \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-i1-GGUF/resolve/main/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b.i1-Q4_0.gguf) \| i1-Q4_0 \| 13.6 \| fast, low quality \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-i1-GGUF/resolve/main/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b.i1-Q4_K_S.gguf) \| i1-Q4_K_S \| 13.6 \| optimal size/speed/quality \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-i1-GGUF/resolve/main/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b.i1-Q4_K_M.gguf) \| i1-Q4_K_M \| 14.4 \| fast, recommended \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-i1-GGUF/resolve/main/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b.i1-Q4_1.gguf) \| i1-Q4_1 \| 15.0 \| \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-i1-GGUF/resolve/main/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b.i1-Q5_K_S.gguf) \| i1-Q5_K_S \| 16.4 \| \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-i1-GGUF/resolve/main/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b.i1-Q5_K_M.gguf) \| i1-Q5_K_M \| 16.9 \| \| \| [GGUF](https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b-i1-GGUF/resolve/main/Space-Wars-24B-v1.00b.i1-Q6_K.gguf) \| i1-Q6_K \| 19.4 \| practically like static Q6_K \| Here is a handy graph by ikawrakow comparing some lower-quality quant types (lower is better): ![image.png](https://www.nethype.de/huggingface_embed/quantpplgraph.png) And here are Artefact2's thoughts on the matter: https://gist.github.com/Artefact2/b5f810600771265fc1e39442288e8ec9 ## FAQ / Model Request See https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/model_requests for some answers to questions you might have and/or if you want some other model quantized. ## Thanks I thank my company, [nethype GmbH](https://www.nethype.de/), for letting me use its servers and providing upgrades to my workstation to enable this work in my free time. Additional thanks to [@nicoboss](https://huggingface.co/nicoboss) for giving me access to his private supercomputer, enabling me to provide many more imatrix quants, at much higher quality, than I would otherwise be able to. <!-- end -->
cwcharles81/showtrack-ai-model	cwcharles81	2025-05-27T23:55:00Z	0	0	tf-keras	[ "tf-keras", "safetensors", "vit", "keras", "livestock", "showtrack", "image-classification", "tensorflow", "license:mit", "region:us" ]	image-classification	2025-05-27T15:59:21Z	--- license: mit tags: - keras - livestock - showtrack - image-classification - tensorflow --- # ShowTrack AI Model This model predicts livestock weight and muscle score based on uploaded animal photos. Built using TensorFlow/Keras with MobileNetV2 as backbone. ### Inputs: - RGB image (224x224) ### Outputs: - weight (in lbs) - muscle score (scale 0–10) For more information, visit [ShowTrack.ai](https://showtrack.ai)

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