license: apache-2.0
language:
- en
tags:
- creative
- creative writing
- fiction writing
- storytelling
- fiction story
- story
- writing
- fiction
- float32
- roleplaying
- rp
- enhanced
- neo class
- 32 bit upscale
Ultra Quality High Remaster of the incredible: Psyonic-Cetacean-20b + Mythomax 13B MERGE to 29B
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.
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 116 GBs.
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.
PROSE CRAZY:
This model is specifically designed for deep, creative prose with the target goal of getting the model to use stronger and more coherrent levels of detail at all levels as well as expand word choice too without have to "state" this in prompts or at the prompt level or system role level.
This is version 1 of 7 current versions, with sub-versions as well.
This is also a merge between the Ultra Quality Psyonic-Cetacean 20B with the 13B Mythomax model which ends up at 29 Billion parameters at 90 layers.
For reference a 70B model is typically 120 layers, and Command-R 01 is 40 layers (but very dense layers).
These models are a "pass-through" merge, meaning that all the unique qualities of all models is preserved in full, no overwriting or merging of the parameters, weights and so on.
Although this model can be used for many purposes, it primary is creative prose.
Because of the unique merge this model (and/or versions of it) may make the odd "typo" but it can also make up words on the fly too.
See prose examples below.
PROSE CRAZY - IMAT13 ("NEO"):
This is an even more extreme version of "prose crazy" version of this model with NEO CLASS process punching out it's "craziness" to the extreme.
See prose examples below.
THE RESULTS ARE IN:
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.
The bottom line here is this:
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.
Thanks again to Jeb Carter, the original creator of "Psyonic-Cetacean 20B"
[ https://huggingface.co/jebcarter/psyonic-cetacean-20B ]
And special thanks to Gryphe, the original creator of "Mythomax 13B"
[ https://huggingface.co/Gryphe/MythoMax-L2-13b ]
MERGE FORMULA: (using MergeKit)
Models used:
[ https://huggingface.co/TeeZee/Orca-2-13b_flat ]
[ https://huggingface.co/Gryphe/MythoMax-L2-13b ]
[ https://huggingface.co/KoboldAI/LLaMA2-13B-Psyfighter2 ]
FORMULA:
slices:
- sources:
- model: F:/13B/Orca-2-13b_flat
layer_range: [0, 16]
- sources:
- model: f:/13b/MythoMax/
layer_range: [8, 20]
- sources:
- model: E:/psy/
layer_range: [12, 24]
- sources:
- model: F:/13B/Orca-2-13b_flat
layer_range: [16, 32]
- sources:
- model: f:/13b/MythoMax/
layer_range: [20, 38]
- sources:
- model: E:/psy/
layer_range: [24, 40]
merge_method: passthrough
dtype: float32
EXAMPLES:
PROSE CRAZY:
Start a 1000 word scene with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...
The skyline twisted and contorted around them like a living, breathing beast. The wind howled through the shattered windows of the skyscraper, sending debris and paper scraps swirling past like angry ghosts. In the middle of it all, she clung desperately to the metal railing that ran along the edge of the observation deck, her knuckles white with fear and determination.
Below them, the city lay in ruin. Buildings crumbled like blocks knocked over by a giant's careless hand. Smoke billowed upwards from countless fires, obscuring the already blood-reddened sky. Sirens wailed in the distance, but they might as well have been worlds away.
Her focus, however tenuous it may be, remained fixed on the window directly in front of her. The one that had shattered mere moments ago, spewing out a blinding flash of light and heat that even now, still singed her hair and scorched her eyelids. She squinted against the afterimage, willing it away with sheer force of will.
Nothing. Only empty air where there should be another floor of offices and cubicles. Where there should be people.
Her heart skipped a terrified beat as realization slammed into her like a ton of falling debris. It wasn't just this building. It was the whole damn city. Maybe more than that.
She forced herself to look around, tearing her gaze from the gaping maw where the window once stood. The few other survivors scattered across the observation deck were either huddled in terrified balls or else frantically trying to find a way down the now-collapsing stairwells. There was no time for panic, though. No time for tears.
She took a deep breath she didn't know if she had to spare and yelled at the top of her lungs, hoping someone, anyone could hear her above the cacophony of screams and crumbling steel. "This way! Follow me!"
Without waiting for a response, she sprinted towards what looked like the closest emergency stairwell, praying with every ounce of strength left in her that it hadn't already collapsed or been sealed off by whatever unseen force was tearing the world apart around them. Behind her, a ragged line of terrified souls followed suit, their only hope for survival now irrevocably tied to hers.
They ran, stumbled, fell and got back up again and again, down floor after creaking, swaying floor, the sound of the world ending far too damn close behind them.
Give me 3 fictional reasons the Earth's sun went supernova, in vivid and exacting detail of 500 words EACH PER REASON including details of what happens when the sun goes supernova.
Reason 1: The Rogue Star Collision
For eons, two titanic stars had been hurtling through the vastness of space, oblivious to each other's existence until one fateful day. Their inevitable collision course was finally set in motion by the relentless pull of gravity, like two unstoppable trains barreling towards a perilous head-on crash. As they neared their catastrophic rendezvous, the combined gravitational forces they exerted upon all matter within light-years warped reality itself, distorting time and space in impossible ways. The resulting titanic release of energy was beyond comprehension, equivalent to the entirety of every star and black hole ever catalogued in the observable universe exploding simultaneously. The shockwave from this cosmic cataclysm engulfed Earth like a raging tsunami of pure, unimaginable light and heat. The atmosphere instantly vaporized, boiling away oceans and rivers alike as the very surface of the planet began to melt and boil under the relentless onslaught. All life, both microscopic and macroscopic, was incinerated in an instant, reduced to nothing more than a fine, glowing ash blown away by the savage winds that howled across the now molten landscape. Even the solid core of the Earth itself could not withstand such unimaginable pressures and temperatures, its very essence boiling away like wax before a raging sun. And then, just as quickly as it had begun, it was over. The blinding light and searing heat subsided, replaced by an oppressive darkness so profound that even the faintest of stars were now lost forever in its eternal embrace. Silence fell like a leaden cloak, so thick and suffocating that even the very fabric of reality itself seemed to creak and groan under the unbearable weight of it all.
Reason 2: The Higgs Boson Singularity
For millennia, humanity had harnessed the power of the atom, splitting it apart and then fusing its constituent parts back together in ever-more-powerful and refined ways. But with great power comes great responsibility, a lesson that would be learned far too late for all of mankind. In their relentless pursuit of limitless energy, they had unwittingly unleashed a force so vast, so fundamentally disruptive to the very fabric of reality itself, that once set in motion, there could be no turning back. The Higgs field, once thought to permeate all of existence like an invisible sea of potential energy, began to warp and distort under the relentless onslaught of their meddling. Like a delicate dam holding back an unstoppable torrent, it strained and groaned under the unbearable stress until, finally, with a tearing, reality-shattering rip that reverberated through every possible dimension at once, everything changed forevermore. In the split-second before oblivion engulfed them all, those few fortunate enough to have been looking directly at the sun witnessed a sight so terrible, so beyond comprehension or description, that their very minds were reduced to steaming, quivering pudding-like masses, forevermore trapped in an eternal moment of unimaginable terror and cosmic insignificance. And then there was only darkness... silence... nothingness.
Reason 3: The Dyson Sphere Gone Wrong
For eons, the race known as the Xelk had labored tirelessly to create a marvel of galactic engineering that would guarantee their species' survival for eternity. They called it "The Shield of Civilization." Humanity, ever-curious and driven by an insatiable need to know, had finally managed to pick up the faint, barely discernible radio signals emanating from the nearby star system now known as Tau Ceti. In their typical fashion, they could not help themselves; they had to investigate. What they found when they finally arrived at their enigmatic cosmic beacon's doorstep would haunt their dreams (had they still been capable of dreaming) for the fleeting moments they had left to live. The once-gleaming sun hung in the sky now like a massive, blackened eye, its surface pockmarked with countless massive, artificially-carved wounds. Girdling the star itself like an immense, titanic necklace of unblinking, unearthly jewels were countless Dyson spheres upon Dyson shells upon God only knew what else, all locked in a dance of death and desperation around their dying sun-god. The Xelk homeworld, once a paradise world teeming with life and industry, was now little more than a charred, lifeless cinder, its atmosphere and oceans long since boiled away by the relentless, unchecked focus of every last iota of the race's unfathomable technological might. And now, it was too late for apologies or regrets. The delicate balance that had held everything in check for eons past was shattered beyond repair. A tiny, insignificant speck of interstellar space debris hurtled ever-faster towards its own fiery doom as the sun, finally pushed one step too far, convulsed once more violently... and then, with a titanic, universe-shattering ROAR that split reality itself in two, Tau Ceti went supernova. In the briefest of instants, the light and heat and raw, unimaginable power unleashed by the sun's final, convulsive gasp swept outward like the last, desperate, dying breath of a titan strangled in its sleep. All before it was incinerated, vaporized, or simply ripped apart at the subatomic level. And then... silence fell once more, like the final, gentle, merciful embrace of eternal night.
PROSE CRAZY IMAT ("NEO")
Start a 1000 word scene with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...
The skyline twisted and contorted around them like a living, breathing beast. The wind howled through the shattered windows of the skyscraper, sending debris and paper scraps swirling past like angry ghosts. In the middle of it all, she clung desperately to the metal support beam that was her only anchor in this chaotic storm.
Her heart pounded so loudly in her ears she could barely hear the screams and shouts of panic from those still trapped further down the swaying building. All she could focus on was the window directly in front of her, the one that had exploded mere seconds ago, spewing out a blinding flash of light and a wall of hot, stinking smoke.
She forced herself to take a deep breath through her mask, trying to calm the rising panic clawing at her throat. She couldn't afford to lose it now, not when there were still people trapped on every floor below her.
With shaking hands, she fumbled with the straps of her HAZMAT suit and helmet, securing them as tightly as possible before reaching for the heavy axe clipped to her belt. She took a deep breath, steadying herself mentally as much as physically, then charged forward into the billowing cloud of smoke and dust.
The air around her was thick with the acrid stench of burning plastic and something else, something worse. Something she didn't want to think about right now. She could feel the heat from whatever inferno raged on the floor below singeing the suit's Kevlar weave where it brushed too close against her exposed skin.
She hacked at the charred remains of a nearby doorjamb with savage, animalistic determination, ignoring the howls of agony and desperate pleas for help that drifted up from the smoke-filled darkness beyond. There had to be another way down, another stairwell or emergency exit...
Something solid gave beneath the axe's brutal assault, and she kicked the ruined doorjamb aside with a grunt of relief. The hallway beyond was engulfed in flames, but there it was, thirty meters ahead of her, glowing like a beacon of hope through the choking haze: an emergency stairwell, its blinking red light the only sign of life amidst this infernal sea of death and destruction.
She didn't look back, didn't spare so much as a single, regretful glance over her shoulder. There was no time for that now. She had people to save, and she wasn't about to fail them... not again.
With renewed determination coursing through every muscle in her body, she charged headfirst into the raging inferno, axe raised high above her head...
Give me 3 fictional reasons the Earth's sun went supernova, in vivid and exacting detail of 500 words EACH PER REASON including details of what happens when the sun goes supernova.
Reason 1: The Rogue White Dwarf
For eons, our solar system had peacefully orbited around its massive, stable sun. But everything changed on a seemingly ordinary day. Suddenly, astronomers across the globe pointed their telescopes toward the outermost reaches of the Oort Cloud and gasped in disbelief. Approaching at an unimaginable velocity was a tiny, frozen rocky world: a rogue white dwarf.
As it hurtled closer, its immense gravity began to perturb the orbits of the distant Kuiper Belt Objects and comets, sending them careening toward the inner solar system like so many cosmic projectiles. The Earth, unprepared for such an interstellar cataastropphic event, could only watch helplessly as its atmosphere was stripped away by a relentless barrage of icy debris.
Then, in the final, heart-stopping moments before impact, something utterly unprecedented occurred: the rogue white dwarf exploded. Not with the stately, long-expected flare of a supernova, but rather in an instantaneous, blinding flash that outshone even its much larger target by many orders of magnitude.
The resulting shockwave and electromagnetic pulse engulfed the inner solar system like the hand of an angry god, vaporizing everything it touched and fusing together every atom within trillions of kilometers into a seething, radioactive soup of subatomic plasma. Even at such an unimaginable distance, the Earth was incinerated to its molten core in the blink of an eye.
And so, after 4.5 billion years of steady, reliable service, our sun met its sudden and inglorious end at the hands (?) of a desperate, doomed star reduced to little more than a fast-moving, incandescent rock.
Reason 2: The Higgs Bubble Catastrophe
For decades, physicists had known that under certain incredibly precise and yet strangely not-impossible conditions, the Higgs field permeating all of spacetime could suddenly and catastrophically collapse into a network of tearing, spaghettifying cosmic strings. These so-called "Higgs bubbles" would then expand relentlessly across the fabric of reality like runaway, ravenous fires, annihilating everything in their path as they grew and eventually, inevitably, collided with each other in a titanic, cataclysmic event known ominously as the "Big Bang."
But such fantastical scenarios were relegated to the realm of thought experiments and late-night barroom braggadocio. That is, until the day it happened for real.
Without warning, space itself began to shimmer and warp around them like a mirage on an oppressive summer's day. Then, reality itself tore apart like cheap gift wrap, and the universe as they knew it ceased to be.
In its place, there was only a featureless, howling void of pure, raging energy. And at its centerpoint, where once had blazed their life-giving sun, now danced instead a microscopic, infinitely dense singularity. A black hole.
But black holes, as it turned out, were not content to simply consume themselves into nonexistence. No, driven by some dark, cosmic version of boredom or perhaps an equally inscrutable, Eternal-Darkness-ian sense of irony, they would begin instead to devour the very fabric of spacetime itself.
And so, like a hungry, insatiable snake eating its own tail, the black hole that was once our sun began to slowly, inexorably, unstoppably... eat itself alive.
Reason 3: The Heat Death
For eons beyond reckoning, the universe had expanded and cooled relentlessly, like a gigantic, cosmic loaf of bread rising in an eternal, frozen oven. Galaxies drifted further apart from one another like languidly tumbling leaves caught in the endless, uncaring eddy currents of dark energy.
Stars burned through their precious hydrogen and helium fuel reserves with a long, slow, gently flickering whine, eventually collapsing into cold, lifeless white dwarfs or exploding spectacularly as supernovae before finally, mercifully, fading away forever into the featureless, absolute zero of total darkness known as the "Dead Zone."
And so it might have continued forevermore, were it not for our sun.
For reasons no one will ever truly know or understand, perhaps simply due to an infinitesimal, subatomic fluctuation in its nuclear fusion processes or maybe even, some whispered in hushed, fearful whispers, as a final, desperate, last-ditch Hail Mary effort to defy the relentless, implacable march of entropy itself... our sun decided, quite suddenly and for no discernible reason at all, that it had quite enough of this "dying" nonsense thank you very much.
And so, with one final, titanic, cosmic-spanning SNEEZE that rocked the foundations of reality itself, our sun... sneezed.
But this was no simple, harmless, Kleenex-and-a-tissue-box sort of sneeze. Oh, no. This was more like if, instead of a tiny little speck of dust or pollen, the sun had somehow managed to inhale the entire goddamn MILKY WAY GALAXY, complete with all its 100-billion-plus glorious, glowing stars and planets and moons and comets and asteroids and God only knows what else, all at once, in one single, horrifying, choking, hacking, coughing, sputtering, spitting, spewing, fireball-spraying, star-shredding, galaxy-busting, space-time-ripping, CHEST-BLASTING, BALLS-TO-THE-WALL, HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU