Update README.md

README.md

@@ -34,7 +34,7 @@ tags:
 pipeline_tag: text-generation
 ---
 
-(quants uploading..., one example below - more updates to model card/examples pending.)
+(quants uploading..., examples to be posted. - more updates to model card/examples pending.)
 
 <h2>DeepSeek-R1-Distill-Qwen-25.5B with Brainstorm 40x, (88 layers, 1043 tensors) </h2>
 
@@ -178,48 +178,4 @@ As I did, the thought crossed my mind—what if it’s not just the building tha
 
 But I didn’t have time to dwell. The building groaned again, a deep, resonant sound that made my bones shiver. I hesitated, the light on the 20th floor growing fainter as though whoever had turned it on had decided it was no longer necessary. The dust in the air seemed to thicken, the air itself heavy and oppressive.
 
-I took the risk, the thought of what was behind me overriding any rational thought. I pushed myself away from the window, my hands instinctively reaching out for the 20th floor as I free-fell, the cold, hard ground rushing up to meet me. The impact was jarring, the pain in my legs and arms a distant, secondary concern as I scrambled to find some semblance of purchase.
-
-I looked back, the window above me now a jagged, open mouth, the light from the 20th floor long extinguished. The building continued to sway, and I could see the outline of the 19th floor, the emergency exit sign still flickering, though weaker. The thought of continuing down was too much, but staying put meant risking what was behind me.
-
-I hesitated, the dust in my eyes stinging as I tried to make sense of what I was seeing. The light on the 20th floor flickered once more before going out, leaving me in the dark. The building groaned again, and I could feel the coldness seeping into my bones, a numbing, creeping sensation that left me trembling.
-
-I took another deep breath, the air thick and heavy as I prepared to make the climb. The thought of what could be waiting, not just in the depths of the building, but in the city itself, made my skin crawl. But with no other option, I forced myself to move, each step a struggle against the fear that threatened to paralyze me.
-
-The stairs were narrow and steep, the air growing colder as I descended. The flickering lights did little to comfort me, the shadows stretching and twisting in the dim light, taking on shapes that my mind tried to rationalize. The thought of turning back was too much, but I couldn’t let fear paralyze me.
-
-As I descended, the thought crossed my mind—what if this is a trap? What if whatever had caused the window to explode, whatever force was making the building itself alive, was waiting for me? But the alternative, of staying on the 21st floor, was too much to bear.
-
-I forced myself to keep moving, each step a battle against the fear that threatened to consume me. The dust in the air grew thicker, the air itself heavy and oppressive, making it harder to draw breath. The distant wail of the siren grew fainter, the only sound now my own labored breathing and the creak of the building as it continued to sway.
-
-As I reached the 19th floor, the emergency exit sign flickered once more, a faint, reassuring light in the darkness. I hesitated, the thought of continuing too much, but I knew I couldn’t stop. I reached for the handle, the metal cold and uninviting as I turned it.
-
-The door creaked open, the sound barely audible in the heavy silence. I stepped into the dimly lit stairwell, the artificial light flickering and faltering as though it too was on the edge of giving up. The smell of oil and metal filled my nose, the familiar scent of a building’s innards.
-
-But as I took another step, the sound of something—or someone—echoing through the air made me freeze. A low, guttural growl, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. It was close, too close, and the thought of what could make such a noise made my skin crawl.
-
-I didn’t wait to see what it was. I turned, the door swinging shut behind me as I bolted back into the office, the heavy thud of something following me reverberating through the air. The dust motes swirled around me, the air thick and oppressive, as I scrambled for the broken window, the jagged edges cutting into my palms as I pulled myself closer.
-
-The view was a vertigo-inducing drop to the street far below, but the thought of what was behind me was too much to bear. I hesitated, the weight of the world—or whatever this hellish version of it was—bearing down on me. But then, something caught my eye. On the 19th floor, a small, flickering light.
-
-It was the emergency exit, the faint glow a beacon in the otherwise dark expanse. I hesitated, the distance too far to risk a leap, but the thought of what would happen if I stayed put was too much. I took a deep breath, my heart racing as I prepared to make the leap.
-
-As I did, the thought crossed my mind—what if it’s not just the building that’s alive, but something else. A ghost, a spirit, or something far beyond anything rational. The coldness in the air, the way the dust motes seemed to move on their own, the flickering lights and the distant wail of the siren—all of it pointed to something beyond the physical world.
-
-But I didn’t have time to dwell. The building groaned again, a deep, resonant sound that made my bones shiver. I hesitated, the light on the 19th floor growing fainter as though whoever had turned it on had decided it was no longer necessary. The dust in the air seemed to thicken, the air itself heavy and oppressive.
-
-I took the risk, the thought of what was behind me overriding any rational thought. I pushed myself away from the window, my hands instinctively reaching out for the 19th floor as I free-fell, the cold, hard ground rushing up to meet me. The impact was jarring, the pain in my legs and arms a distant, secondary concern as I scrambled to find some semblance of purchase.
-
-I looked back, the window above me now a jagged, open mouth, the light from the 19th floor long extinguished. The building continued to sway, and I could see the outline of the 18th floor, the emergency exit sign still flickering, though weaker. The thought of continuing down was too much, but staying put meant risking what was behind me.
-
-I hesitated, the dust in my eyes stinging as I tried to make sense of what I was seeing. The light on the 19th floor flickered once more before going out, leaving me in the dark. The building groaned again, and I could feel the coldness seeping into my bones, a numbing, creeping sensation that left me trembling.
-
-I took another deep breath, the air thick and heavy as I prepared to make the climb. The thought of what could be waiting, not just in the depths of the building, but in the city itself, made my skin crawl. But with no other option, I forced myself to move, each step a struggle against the fear that threatened to paralyze me.
-
-The stairs were narrow and steep, the air growing colder as I descended. The flickering lights did little to comfort me, the shadows stretching and twisting in the dim light, taking on shapes that my mind tried to rationalize. The thought of turning back was too much, but I couldn’t let fear paralyze me.
-
-As I descended, the thought crossed my mind—what if this is a trap? What if whatever had caused the window to explode, whatever force was making the building itself alive, was waiting for me? But the alternative, of staying on the 21st floor, was too much to bear.
-
-I forced myself to keep moving, each step a battle against the fear that threatened to consume me. The dust in the air grew thicker, the air itself heavy and oppressive, making it harder to draw breath. The distant wail of the siren grew fainter, the only sound now my own labored breathing and the creak of the building as it continued to sway.
-
-
+(stopped due to exceeding context limit)