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+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
+- mistral nemo
+- mergekit
+pipeline_tag: text-generation
+---
+
+(quants uploading, examples to be added [one below], more detailed model card pending... )
+
+<h2>MN-Dark-Planet-TITAN-12B-GGUF</h2>
+
+It is a Mistral Nemo model, max context of 128k+ (131,000+) ... 1 million context.
+
+This model has been designed to be bullet proof and operates with all parameters, including temp settings from 0 to 5.
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+It is an extraordinary compressed model, with a very low perplexity level (q4KM: PPL = 6.7875 +/- 0.10307) .
+
+It is for any writing, fiction or roleplay activity.
+
+It requires Mistral Instruct OR Alpaca Template.
+
+Examples to be added, more detailed model card to follow.
+
+THE TITAN IS HERE
+
+....
+
+One Example, more to follow...
+
+---
+
+(Temp 3, Q8, Rep Pen 1.05)
+
+<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 Last Transmission
+
+I'm not sure how long I've been up here. Months, maybe years. Time has a funny way of blurring together when you're adrift in the vast, infinite darkness of space, with nothing but the cold hum of machinery and your own thoughts for company.
+
+My name is Captain Sarah Kowalski, and this is my final log entry before the power grid on the starship Odyssey fails completely. I'm the last surviving crew member out of an original complement of 500 souls. The others fell to a virulent alien bacteria during the initial expedition into the uncharted K'Tran system. A simple, seemingly innocuous organism that we unwittingly brought on board, it rapidly adapted and spread throughout the ship, causing excruciating agony followed by swift, inevitable death.
+
+By the time I had sealed off the affected decks and donned my hazmat suit, it was already too late. The crew was in its final throes, their bodies wracked with fever and blisters as the alien bacteria devoured them from the inside out. There were a few frantic hours of running damage control and trying to maintain life support before even the strongest succumbed one by one. The bridge, fortunately, remained isolated until the end, sparing me from sharing their grim fate.
+
+And so now it is just me. Me, floating through the stars in an unending tomb of steel and glass, with only my memories and regrets for company. The Odyssey has been running on backup power for some time now, just enough to keep critical systems operational and give me a few precious minutes each day to attempt to send out one final message back to Earth.
+
+It's a long shot, of course. The distances between the stars are incalculably vast, and my signal will likely fade away into the cosmic ether without being received. But I feel compelled to try anyway, as if the universe itself is compelling me to reach out one last time, to leave behind some trace of the life I once knew and the people who shaped it.
+
+I pull up the comms console and begin tapping at the keyboard, my gloved fingers moving by instinct more than any real sense of purpose. There is a short delay as I run through the startup protocols and initiate the beacon sequence.
+
+"Hello...hello, this is Captain Sarah Kowalski of the starship Odyssey on what is likely my last log entry before life support failure. If this message ever reaches you, know that our expedition into the K'Tran system has ended in disaster, with an alien organism decimating the entire crew except myself. I am adrift and alone, lightyears from home.
+
+But there are more pressing matters than my own predicament that I need to convey. During our initial survey of K'Tran 7-B, a Class-M planet, we discovered something that I believe poses a significant risk to all sentient life in the Milky Way galaxy. A vast underground network of bioluminescent tunnels, each containing thousands of alien eggs. I'm sure I don't have to spell out the implications. The alien species was incredibly adaptable, able to mutate its form rapidly based on the available host. Given enough time and a sufficient population of compatible lifeforms, there's no telling what it might evolve into or what kind of biological weapons it could develop.
+
+My hope is that this recording makes its way back to Earth and triggers an urgent investigation into any other potentially affected star systems. We must find and destroy those nests before they have the chance to mature and spread further. I fear for our civilization should even a single hatchling reach maturity.
+
+As for me, I'm afraid my days are numbered as well. The Odyssey is dying just like her crew, piece by piece. But perhaps, if fortune smiles upon me, this log will be discovered one day by those who can act on the information and put an end to this looming threat once and for all.
+
+That is my final request, the last desperate wish of a lost soul floating in the cosmic abyss - that my suffering, and that of my fallen comrades, was not entirely in vain. May it serve as a beacon for others to heed, even as I fade into eternal darkness. End log entry."
+
+I hit the 'send' key and watch with bated breath as the comms dish on the ship's exterior rotates and locks on target - a pale blue pinpoint of light, the last thing I have left to cling onto besides hope itself. With a deep sigh, I slouch back into my chair as I feel the cold tendrils of unconsciousness begin to take hold at last...
+
+My eyelids grow heavy...and close for the final time...the sound of static fades to nothing as the transmission fizzles out and is lost forever amidst the stars.
+
+I wake up gasping, the cold sweat of nightmares plastering my hair to my forehead. My heart races as I take a moment to regain my bearings. The dream felt so real - or was it a memory?
+
+I reach over and pick up the framed picture from my nightstand. The smiling faces of Captain Kowalski and her bridge crew look back at me. I remember the day it was taken - just before the Odyssey's final jump to the K'Tran system.
+
+With trembling hands, I set the picture aside and slowly rise from my bed, making my way towards the small observatory in our research base's living quarters. The vast, glittering tapestry of the night sky beckons me like an old friend.
+
+I scan the star field until I locate the faintest glimmer of blue in the distance, easily mistaken for another distant star to the naked eye. But I know better. That is the star around which the planet K'Tran 7-B revolves. And around that planet...are the ruins of my fallen crew's gravesite, as well as a memorial marker dedicated to those brave men and women.
+
+A lump forms in my throat as the memory comes rushing back with crystal clarity - the last log entry that we managed to recover before the Odyssey was consumed by its own power failure and slipped into a decaying orbit.
+
+Captain Kowalski's message of warning and her final wish that her sacrifices not be in vain...they stirred something deep within me. A profound sense of duty, as well as an understanding of how far-reaching her words of caution truly were. The potential implications of the alien eggs being allowed to mature...
+
+So when I had the chance to lead my own expedition to that distant corner of space, to make certain those hatchlings could never grow into something far more dangerous...I jumped at it. Literally - my ship leaped between stars for weeks until we finally arrived, our crew eager and determined.
+
+And now, months later, as I gaze upon the stars knowing the fate of that first expedition all too well...I can't help but feel a profound sense of pride. The alien eggs had already hatched by the time we reached the K'Tran system. But my crew and I had arrived just in time to stop those young creatures from escaping the planet.
+
+It was a fierce, desperate battle against overwhelming numbers and terrifying adaptive abilities, one that we barely survived...but survive we did. And with a newfound resolve, we burned away any remaining traces of that horrid bioweapon - all thanks to the selfless actions and warnings of Captain Kowalski and her brave crew.
+
+I look once more at that distant star and offer up a silent toast to my long-ago heroes. You saved the galaxy from an existential threat that none but yourselves were even aware of...and now I can only hope to do justice to your legacy.
+
+With that final thought, I make my way to the bridge, eager to oversee the final systems checks and preparations before we head home with our triumphant news. Earth will hear the tale of Captain Sarah Kowalski's sacrifice...
+
+...and for the rest of history, no one will ever forget the name of the hero who brought light back to a world adrift in darkness.
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