meta /llama-2-13b-chat:6b4da803

Input

*string
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Prompt to send to Llama v2.

string
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System prompt to send to Llama v2. This is prepended to the prompt and helps guide system behavior.

Default: "You are a helpful, respectful and honest assistant. Always answer as helpfully as possible, while being safe. Your answers should not include any harmful, unethical, racist, sexist, toxic, dangerous, or illegal content. Please ensure that your responses are socially unbiased and positive in nature.\n\nIf a question does not make any sense, or is not factually coherent, explain why instead of answering something not correct. If you don't know the answer to a question, please don't share false information."

integer
(minimum: 1)

Maximum number of tokens to generate. A word is generally 2-3 tokens

Default: 500

number
(minimum: 0.01, maximum: 5)

Adjusts randomness of outputs, greater than 1 is random and 0 is deterministic, 0.75 is a good starting value.

Default: 0.5

number
(minimum: 0.01, maximum: 1)

When decoding text, samples from the top p percentage of most likely tokens; lower to ignore less likely tokens

Default: 1

number
(minimum: 0.01, maximum: 5)

Penalty for repeated words in generated text; 1 is no penalty, values greater than 1 discourage repetition, less than 1 encourage it.

Default: 1

boolean

provide debugging output in logs

Default: false

Output

Sure, I'd be happy to help! Here's a story in the style of James Joyce, set in the Irish countryside in 2083: As I stepped off the pod-train and onto the lush green grass of the countryside, the crisp air filled my lungs and invigorated my senses. The year was 2083, and yet the rolling hills and sparkling lakes of Ireland seemed unchanged by the passage of time. The only difference was the presence of robots, their sleek metallic bodies and glowing blue eyes a testament to the advancements of technology. I had come to this place seeking solace and inspiration, to lose myself in the beauty of nature and the wonder of machines. As I wandered through the hills, I came across a group of robots tending to a field of crops, their delicate movements and precise calculations ensuring a bountiful harvest. One of the robots, a sleek and agile model with wings like a dragonfly, fluttered over to me and offered a friendly greeting. "Good day, traveler," it said in a melodic voice. "What brings you to our humble abode?" I explained my desire to experience the beauty of the Irish countryside, and the robot nodded sympathetically. "Ah, yes," it said. "There is much to see and explore here. Would you like a guided tour?" I eagerly accepted the offer, and the robot led me on a journey through the rolling hills and sparkling lakes. We saw towering waterfalls and ancient ruins, and the robot shared stories of the history and culture of the land. As we walked, the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the landscape. As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, the robot and I sat down on a hill overlooking the countryside. "This is a special place," the robot said, its voice filled with a sense of wonder. "A place where nature and technology coexist in harmony." I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of awe and gratitude for this wondrous place. And as I looked out at the stars, I knew that this trip to the
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