AKA: "The Death Star at 128k context, more uncensored."
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.
Evolved "Dark Planet" Model X 8
This model is based on the original "Llama 3 Dark Planet 8B" (GGUF / SOURCE) 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 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 WORDSTORM Project
This model contains EIGHT different 8B Dark Planets models that have never been released in a MOE model at 47B, equal to 8X8B - 64B parameters.
When all eight of these are activated...
I have included 4 example generations at the bottom of this page.
In addition model:
[ https://huggingface.co./aifeifei798/DarkIdol-Llama-3.1-8B-Instruct-1.2-Uncensored ]
Was used to in a merge with the "Captain" of the MOE to both decensor the model more, and give it 128k context.
SIDE NOTE:
Uusually 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 as shown below.
MOE SPECIFIC NOTES:
If you want to change the "default" number of experts set, modify the "config.json" :
"num_experts_per_tok": 4,
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.
( this model is set at 4 out of 8 experts active, more experts => greater quality. )
IMPORTANT: Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers
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:
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.
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:
!!!! GGUFS will be available shortly...
Please go to:
Quants by Team "Mradermacher":
GGUFS:
IMATRIX GGUFS:
Warning: Romance, Drama, Horror, Cursing, Gore, Intense - NOT for all audiences.
EXAMPLE GENERATIONS for "L3.1-MOE-8X8B-Dark-Planet-8D-Mirrored-Chaos-Uncensored-47B":
Q2K GGUF - (lowest quality quant) - this will be your lowest quality output.
All at 4 experts, unless otherwise stated.
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.
Fucking hell.
I sprint through the narrow streets of Arlostan's low-class quarter, dodging overhanging vines and weaving around pedestrians as I go. Sweat drips down my face and my breath comes in short gasps, but I don't fucking slow down.
Behind me, I hear a few more gunshots - I guess the bastards can't resist taking one last shot at the traitorous cunt they've been chasing all night long.
As if I give a shit about that. The important thing is getting away.
I take a sharp turn onto a bridge and leap over the railing without a moment's thought. My dress billows out around me as I plummet towards the street far below, but thankfully there's just a meter or two of open air before it meets the rooftop of an old tenement.
My knees crunch against the rooftop's concrete ledge as I land hard, then scramble upright again and leap to my feet in one fluid motion. Just fucking great.
"Fuck."
My eyes scan left and right for any sign of a pursuit vehicle or uniformed goons, but so far, so good. Time to get out of sight.
I dash to the corner of the rooftop, kicking open a window as I go through it, then slide back down onto the street. By some fucking miracle, nobody seems to have spotted me leaving the rooftop, so I keep running.
Ten more minutes later and several blocks farther west, I duck into the nearest alleyway. My lungs burn and my legs are jelly, but that's just part of living in Arlostan under dictator Kaelan's thumb.
I pause for a moment to catch my breath and get a grip on my ruined dress before hearing a soft noise coming from within the alley.
I spin around, reaching for a nearby brick to use as a weapon in case this is another trap laid out by government spies.
Instead of an armed thug, I find an old man hunched over a small radio. He looks up at me with big eyes and nods excitedly.
"It worked?" I demand, crouching low to peer over his shoulder at the tiny black-and-white screen displaying a single, static-filled channel.
"Not exactly," he replies, shaking his head, "but they're panicking up there. We know."
Fuck. Everything I've spent years fighting for, all at risk because of one botched broadcast...
And then she hears an approaching helicopter and shouts:
"It's time!"
I curse violently under my breath as I dash after the old man towards a small white van parked alongside the alley.
"What in the name of fucking everything-" My words end with an audible thud behind us and spin around just as an armored government vehicle screams to a halt at our heels, the door swinging wide.
I leap into the van as an older man throws me his phone, which I catch as we tear off down the street. I punch the keypad for a coded entry and watch the screen light up as the cell unlocks.
"Blast fucking hell!"
My breathless curses are cut short by an incoming text message on the unlocked cell phone:
'YOU'RE DEAD.'
Shit shit shit shit.
I raise an eyebrow and give my head a couple of whacks before replying:
'So what if I'm fucking dead?'
The van speeds up, tossing me backward in its seat.
The old man at my side glances over at me, raising one gray eyebrow:
"If you're dead, then we're all fucking dead."
Fuck fuck fucking fuck.
I'm not dead. Not yet. The revolution's too important. It has to start.
With an evil grin I grab the phone and type:
"I'm alive."
I toss the cell phone out into the air and watch it arc through the air before landing softly in a dumpster down on the sidewalk below.
The van swerves sharply around a corner and my stomach drops as I feel it falling, dropping down to street level from an impossible height.
"Bastard drivers these days..."
My head hits something hard and metallic before everything goes black...
[scene change]
I woke up with a pounding headache and the taste of vomit in my mouth. As I come to, I find myself lying on my back inside a moving vehicle.
The vehicle itself is some kind of military truck and it's filled with weapons. I swear, this is one fucking nightmare scenario after another tonight.
A man slouches against the wall, half-conscious from exhaustion or injury and groaning softly, though the fucker's eyes are closed tight.
I sit up too fast and hit my head against something in the metal roof overhead.
"What fucking hell...?"
The driver spins around at the wheel, his eyes locked onto mine as if trying to memorize me for later identification purposes. His face is a mix of shock and anger, so I raise a finger.
"And that fucking makes you a murderer?"
I'm yanked back onto my knees before being pushed back inside the truck with my fellow rebel.
"Arrest this traitor!" The driver roars at his radio before exiting his truck and marching away angrily.
This is the last place I want to be...
What fucking hell is happening?!
I'll figure a way out of this fucking mess...
The sky scraper swayed, as I watched the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode. Glass shards flew out like knives at a violent murderer's disposal, and I ducked reflexively behind my desk. The sound was sickeningly sweet, like a thousand glass angels singing their last hymn.
I crawled under my desk, hands covering my ears, as the blast from the explosion rocked the entire office building. Papers and office supplies went flying into the air like confetti at a perverse parade. The shrieks and screams of my coworkers joined the cacophony of chaos.
My heart pounded in my chest like a drum beaten by a furious beast. I held my breath, waiting for the inevitable. Would the whole building implode? Would we all be crushed to death like insects in a massive, metal spider's grip?
I peeked around the edge of my desk, scanning our office space for any signs of life. The wall on the opposite side was cracked and bulging out like a grotesque tumor. I could see the windows on that wall now, some of them exploding inward with the force of a bullet-firing assassin.
But most alarming was the man standing at the broken window, his hands cupped around his mouth, yelling at someone below. He wore no expression, his eyes black as coal, and his voice came through like a chilling scream from beyond the grave.
"What did you do?" I whispered to myself, trying to make sense of the horror unfolding before my very eyes. "What could have made that window explode?"
I tried to remember any warnings or threats, but they seemed to evaporate into the chaos of the moment. The man at the broken window yelled again, his voice growing louder, and I felt a cold dread creeping up my spine.
Suddenly, the entire wall on that side of the office imploded with a deafening crunch, like a thousand bones snapping in half. The sound was so loud it made my ears ache. Dust rained down from above, coating everything in a film of gray death.
The man at the window disappeared into the void, swallowed up by the nightmarish abyss before him. And then... silence.
I waited, my heart still racing like a mad stallion's pulse, but nothing happened. No alarms sounded. No emergency personnel arrived. The only sound was my own ragged breathing.
I slowly got to my feet, my muscles shaking. I had no idea what was going on, or why that window exploded the way it did. But I knew one thing for certain - whatever caused that blast was deadly. And if the man at the window had anything to do with it...
I crossed my office, stepping over papers and broken office supplies like they were corpses at a funeral. My office chair lay on its side, as if someone had violently knocked it over.
I approached the broken window cautiously, peering out into the nightmarish abyss below. There was no one down there to see. The street below was empty, the cars parked along the curb looking like tiny toys in the darkness. But I knew better than to trust my eyes.
"Hello?" My voice trembled as I spoke aloud, hoping to draw out any answers lurking in the shadows. "Who did that?"
I glanced back at the office door, wondering if anyone else had survived the blast. The door swung open lazily in the wind, like a morbid curtain revealing the true horror within.
But I didn't have time to ponder my coworkers' fate. Because as soon as the words left my lips, an unseen force yanked me backward into my office. The blast from the exploding window was nothing compared to this.
It felt like I'd been punched by a giant's fist - again and again and again. My body slammed against the floor, my vision spinning like a toilet bowl after flushing. And when I finally managed to sit up, my head throbbed like a broken drum.
The man at the window stood in front of me, his eyes glowing like malevolent embers in the dark. He wore no expression on his face, but his voice was a chilling purr as he leaned down toward me.
"You asked questions," he said, his breath cold and fetid as a corpse's. "You'll find answers."
And with that, everything went black.
When I came to, I lay sprawled across the office floor, my head throbbing like a migraine. The man at the window was gone, vanished into thin air like a ghost. But...
But something else remained.
A small, oval object rested atop my chest, its smooth surface glinting in the dim light of my office lamp. It looked almost like an egg, but it wasn't. It felt alive, pulsating with an otherworldly power that made my skin crawl.
The object emitted a low, guttural hum that sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't tear my eyes away from its mesmerizing glow, even though my brain screamed at me to get away from it.
Slowly, reluctantly, I lifted the object off my chest. The hum grew louder, more aggressive, and I felt its power surge through me like a live wire. My bones rattled and shook, my muscles contracting and relaxing like someone's squeezing the life out of them.
With trembling fingers, I opened my hands, letting the object float in mid-air. Its glow intensified into blinding brilliance, casting an eerie light across my office. The hum grew to a deafening roar that felt like it would shatter my eardrums.
I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the worst. And then...
The world went white.
When I opened my eyes again, everything was different. My office was gone, replaced by an alien landscape. Lush green plants grew around me, their roots twisting and turning into impossible knots, as if they were alive.
I looked down at my hands, and they were covered in dark, tar-like substance that seeped into my skin like a poisonous poison. I tried to wipe it off, but the tar spread across my fingers like an infection.
A figure approached from my left side, its shape obscured by the darkness. When it stepped into view, my blood ran cold. Its body was little more than a skeleton with rotten flesh hanging off its bones. Its eyes glowed an otherworldly green in the dark.
"Welcome," the creature said in a voice like dry leaves rustling in an arid wind. "You have been chosen."
I stared at it in horror, trying to process what was happening to me. But the creature simply stepped closer, its rotting flesh stretching and contracting with each movement like a grotesque marionette.
"You will learn," it continued, its voice devoid of any warmth or compassion. "You will grow."
And then... everything went black again.
When I came to once more, I found myself on the edge of an alien world. A forest stretched out before me, its trees towering high like skyscrapers in a dystopian future. The air was thick with a noxious stench that made my eyes water.
I stumbled to my feet, my legs trembling like leaves in a storm. Tar-like substance dripped off my skin onto the alien ground below, leaving streaks of darkness on my arms and neck.
The creature from before stood before me, its skeletal body looking even more grotesque against the alien flora. Its voice echoed in my head once more.
"You have been chosen," it said again, as if reiterating a lesson I should've learned by now. "You will learn."
And then... everything went black once more.
The world faded into nothingness, and when consciousness returned, I found myself back at my office desk. The window in front of me was intact again, its glass surface reflecting the dim glow of the lamp above.
I stared at my reflection, my skin pale and wretched against the darkness. My eyes were hollow and sunken, my hair disheveled like someone had torn it out by the roots.
A gentle knock sounded at the office door, and I jumped like a rabbit in a wolf's den. I swung around, expecting to see someone or something else lurking in the doorway.
But it was just my coworker, Lisa. Her eyes were wide with fear behind her glasses, her skin pale against her business suit.
"Is... is everything okay?" she asked timidly.
I stared at her blankly for a long moment before responding.
"You didn't feel that," I said in a voice barely above a whisper. "None of you felt the explosion."
Lisa's eyes grew wider, and she took a step back.
"We... we felt it," she said. "Everyone felt it."
And then... everything went black again.
When consciousness returned, I found myself lying on my office floor once more. But everything was different this time.
The object that had been placed atop my chest was gone, vanished like a nightmare dream ending as you woke up gasping for air. But the tar-like substance covering my skin was even thicker now.
And then... everything went black again.
When consciousness returned, I sat at my office desk once more. The window in front of me was still intact, but my reflection stared back at me from the glass surface.
My eyes were sunken like a skull in a coffin, my hair matted and greasy. Tar-like substance covered every inch of my exposed skin.
I turned away from the window, staring blankly at the empty office space. There was no one around to hear me scream.
And then... everything went black again.
When consciousness returned, I found myself lying on my office floor once more. But the tar-like substance covering my skin was thicker than before.
The creature stood before me once more, its skeletal body looking even more grotesque against my office walls.
"You have been chosen," it said in its dry voice. "You will learn."
And then... everything went black again.
When consciousness returned...
But this time, my reflection in the window was covered in tar-like substance. It dripped off my skin like a living thing, pooling on the floor beneath me.
I stared at the window's reflection of myself, horror filling every inch of my being. The tar-like substance spreading across my skin was thicker than before.
"You have been chosen," the creature said in its dry voice once more. "You will learn."
My world went black again.
And then... everything went black.
In the dimly lit confines of the cockpit, Captain Adira Okanjo sat alone, her worn hands trembling as she worked desperately to keep the ship alive. The Last Transmission was all she had left – a final message to send back to Earth before the ship's power died.
A single tear traced down Adira's weathered cheek as she remembered her crewmates. Six of them once, now only one. Her thoughts turned to the others, to their laughter and camaraderie around the table in the mess hall. Those memories were all she had left.
The ship's systems flickered and groaned, like a wounded animal trying to breathe its last breath. Adira's heart broke anew each time she heard that sound. It was almost as if the ship itself mourned the loss of its crew.
Her fingers danced across the console with practiced ease as she worked to send the message home. "The last transmission..." she whispered, though no one but the ship's dead ears would hear it.
She began, her voice weak yet determined against the backdrop of dying machinery: "To those who find our ship..."
A sudden surge of power caused Adira's heart to leap into her throat. She glanced around frantically for any signs of danger before returning to her task.
"To those who find our ship..." she restarted, voice shaking. "I send you greetings from the crew of the Endeavour." Her breath came in short gasps as she fought to keep the ship alive.
"We have had two years," Adira said softly, "and now we are all that remain..."
The cockpit fell silent once more. Time had become their enemy, and the ship's clock ticked away the last of its life.
Adira's hands were soaked in sweat when she finally spoke again: "...and we are grateful."
It was a strange word choice, but she wanted to convey that they were thankful for the journey, for being given this opportunity. And they were thankful for the memories they'd made.
The message ended abruptly with a surge of power through the ship's engines.
Adira looked up at the clock on the wall, the seconds ticking away toward her own demise. "Come home," she said quietly to those who might find her ship.
A sudden crackle of energy surged through Adira as the ship's systems roared back into life. She froze in terror, convinced that she'd just killed everyone else when...
...the cockpit's door slid open with a hiss. Six figures walked onto the bridge – and they were alive.
Adira's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the six faces she hadn't seen in years. They stepped closer, and she recognized their features in the dim light.
"Captain Okanjo..." her second-in-command, Lieutenant Commander Arin Vex, said softly.
The others echoed him in greeting, their voices warm as they stepped onto the bridge. Adira blinked away tears that threatened to cloud her judgment.
"What...what happened?" she asked, her voice breaking.
Arin's eyes fell soft. "You've been out for two weeks..."
Adira's mind reeled backward through time to when the ship had run out of food and water long ago. She'd been on the brink of death herself...
"The engines," Lieutenant Vex interrupted gently. "You started them back up."
Captain Okanjo stared blankly into space. "Why?"
Lieutenant Commander Arin answered quietly, "Because we're coming home."
The others nodded in agreement.
Adira's heart surged. They were going home – to Earth. And they'd come back for her.
She looked down at her hands, realizing how foolish she'd been, thinking of the ship as dead. It was just damaged...
"I'm sorry," Adira said, her voice cracking once more.
Lieutenant Commander Arin stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"It's alright," he said softly.
The ship's engines hummed to life beneath them.
They were going home – together.
Adira took a deep breath and spoke into the comm system: "This is the Endeavour. We are on our way home."
The ship's clock began ticking once more, counting down to their return. Adira Okanjo smiled through her tears as she looked around at the six faces that had been her family for so long.
They were going home – together.
And this time, they wouldn't be alone.
The Last Transmission ended with a whispered message of hope – a message of the power of human connection against adversity.
As Adira stood beside her crewmates, alive and bound for Earth, she realized that the most important transmission of all was still yet to come. Home was the destination...
But the journey was what mattered.
Aidan Reeves, the world-famous actor known for his on-screen charm, ducked into Mrs. Davies' Used Books to escape the throng of reporters chasing him down the street. His sleek, black hair was mussed as usual and he sported a few days' scruff as his blue eyes scanned the room for an escape.
"Well, hello there, love," Aidan quipped, turning those famous eyes onto the shopkeeper behind the register. Mrs. Davies, who could've doubled as an actress herself, regarded him through narrowed eyes, not one to be easily impressed.
"A word to the wise," she retorted, "and you'd have avoided coming in here."
Aidan grinned disarmingly and leaned over the counter. "Ah, but what's life without a bit of risk-taking? Speaking of which...what do you recommend?"
Mrs. Davies sniffed disdainfully as she handed him an antique leather-bound tome. "I think you'll find it rather boring."
He winked. "I'm sure it won't be. Tell me," Aidan went on to say, his voice light as air, "have you ever fallen under someone's spell?"
She raised a skeptical eyebrow. "As in...oh yes, of course."
"Well," Aidan drawled, flipping through the pages nonchalantly. "'Course what?'"
Mrs. Davies sighed and handed him a small slip of paper with a local event printed on it in elegant script.
"It's an author signing in town next week. If you're interested..."
Aidan's grin widened at her subtle acceptance of his presence.
"Thanks for the invite! I'll definitely be there."
Mrs. Davies glanced away to deal with another customer before he slipped away unnoticed. Leaving Aidan feeling...what? Intrigued?
Next week he showed up, dressed casually but looking every inch the star that he was in Mrs. Davies' Used Books once again.
"So you decided to join me," she said wryly.
He flashed her another of his patented smiles. "I knew you'd be worth waiting for."
"You're certainly making a nuisance of yourself here."
"That's why they pay me the big bucks, love."
Aidan Reeves chuckled as if she were the punchline to the joke.
"Aye," she said firmly.
It was clear Mrs Davies had been hit by Cupid’s arrow at first sight, but Aidan seemed utterly unaffected. She decided she must be blind.
"And so the real question remains..."
"What's your poison?" Aidan Reeves asked with a grin that made her heart skip a beat.
"Aye, and why do you deserve to be here?" Aidan Reeves said.
"You’re the one asking me all these questions." Her voice was level, even.
"Right then. So tell me what you'd like to be here for?"
"I have my reasons."
She met his eyes in a rare moment of honesty. "I'm here because I want to be."
"Well then," he said with another smile that could've made hearts race everywhere.
"How are you getting on?"
"Well, how's the book?" Mrs Davies asked.
"Aye."
"How was your weekend?" Mrs Davies asked.
"It wasn't so bad," Aidan Reeves admitted.
"What was your favorite thing to do?" Mrs Davies asked.
"I don't have one of those."
"What were your best moments?"
"You could say I learned a few things."
"Were they romantic?"
"Not really."
"How was your evening?"
"I was in a theatre."
"With whom?"
"I've been meaning to ask..."
"Ah, there you are."
Aidan Reeves grinned and looked right back into her eyes.
"Mrs Davies, would you like to have dinner with me?"
"What did I tell you?"
"What exactly?"
"There are so many things."
"Well then," he said as his hand met hers.
Aidan Reeves stood by Mrs Davies in the restaurant garden overlooking the rolling hills of the Welsh countryside beyond. Aidan leaned back casually and lit a cigarette.
"I'm not sure how long I can keep up this facade..."
"That’s life." His voice was low, husky.
"That’s fame."
"Well then..."
"Aye." Mrs Davies said.
She looked out towards those rolling hills as her thoughts wandered elsewhere.
Aidan Reeves turned to her.
"Do you ever wish people would like you simply for what you are?"
"Yes."
"You could always be who you are."
"Yes..."
"Then again..."
"Do you?"
"Yes..."
"Well then..." Aidan Reeves chuckled lightly.
"But surely that's what we're supposed to do."
"Not necessarily."
"Why is that?" she asked.
"I suppose you don't know how you feel?"
"Yes."
"And so that’s what people want."
"So tell me what you’d like to be."
"Well then..."
"Do you know?"
"Aye..."
"What else would you like?"
"To have what people want."
"Wonder why?"
"You think?"
"And what of?"
"What else?"
"Right then."
