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🚀 Qwen3-30B-A1.5B-High-Speed - AKA: "Punch IT!"
本项目包含全精度源代码,以“安全张量”(safe tensors)格式存储,可用于生成GGUF、GPTQ、EXL2、AWQ、HQQ等格式,也可直接使用该源代码。此模型是对Qwen的“Qwen 30B - A3B”(MOE)模型进行的简单“微调”,将使用的专家数量从8个(共128个专家)调整为4个。这种方法几乎能使模型速度提升一倍,并且使用的参数从300亿(共3000亿参数)减少到150亿。
🚀 快速开始
本仓库包含以“安全张量”格式存储的全精度源代码,可用于生成GGUF、GPTQ、EXL2、AWQ、HQQ等格式,也可直接使用该源代码。
✨ 主要特性
- 速度提升:该模型是对Qwen的“Qwen 30B - A3B”(MOE)模型的微调,将使用的专家数量从8个调整为4个,几乎能使模型速度提升一倍。
- 参数减少:使用的参数从300亿(共3000亿参数)减少到150亿。
- 多格式支持:可生成GGUF、GPTQ、EXL2、AWQ、HQQ等多种格式。
📚 详细文档
模型信息
这是一个对Qwen的“Qwen 30B - A3B”(MOE)模型的简单“微调”版本,将使用的专家数量从8个(共128个专家)调整为4个。这种调整使模型速度接近翻倍,并且使用的参数从300亿(共3000亿参数)减少到150亿。在日常(非大规模)测试中,未发现功能损失。
不同版本及使用建议
- 常规版本:对于更复杂的用例,可能使用正常版本和/或使用12、16或24个专家的版本会更合适。
- 高速版本:对于较简单的用例,可以使用本高速版本。
性能参考
- CPU仅运行(Q4KS,Windows 11):速度从每秒12个令牌提升到每秒23个令牌。
- GPU性能(IQ3S,中低端显卡):速度从每秒75个令牌提升到超过每秒125个令牌。
上下文大小
上下文大小为32K,输出为8K,总共40K。
模板使用
使用Jinja模板或CHATML模板。
重要提示
- 模型特性:由于该模型的独特性质(MOE、大小、激活的专家数量、专家大小),GGUF量化版本可以在CPU、GPU上运行,或进行GPU部分“卸载”,甚至可以使用全精度。
- Imatrix处理:该模型进行Imatrix处理较为困难,需要更大的Imatrix文件,且文件需包含多语言、多内容(如代码/文本)。
- GPU速度:GPU速度比仅使用CPU的速度快4 - 8倍甚至更高,相对于其他“30B”模型,该模型的速度也非常快(每秒令牌速度大致相当于1.5B“普通”模型的速度)。
系统角色设置
大多数情况下,Qwen3模型会自行生成推理/思考模块,因此可能不需要设置系统角色。但如果需要设置,可以参考以下内容:
You are a deep thinking AI, you may use extremely long chains of thought to deeply consider the problem and deliberate with yourself via systematic reasoning processes to help come to a correct solution prior to answering. You should enclose your thoughts and internal monologue inside <think> </think> tags, and then provide your solution or response to the problem.
关于如何在各种LLM/AI应用中“设置”系统角色,请参阅文档“Maximizing - Model - Performance - All...”。
高质量设置/最佳操作指南/参数和采样器
如果要使用该模型(源代码、GGUF或其他量化版本),请查看以下文档,了解关键参数、采样器和高级采样器设置(适用于多个AI/LLM应用)。 https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters
示例生成
以下是使用该模型(4个专家,Q4KS,CPU)的示例生成:
提示
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. If the situation calls for it, have the character(s) curse and swear to further the reader's emotional connection to them. 800 - 1000 words.
思考过程
Thought for 47.29 seconds
Okay, I need to write a science fiction story based on the given prompt. The user wants the story to take place entirely in a spaceship's cockpit, focusing on the last surviving crew member trying to send a final message before the ship's power runs out. Themes are isolation, sacrifice, and human connection. Also, include some cursing to add emotional weight.
First, I should start by setting the scene. The cockpit needs to feel cramped and desperate. Maybe describe the flickering lights and the hissing sounds of the ship's systems failing. The main character is alone, so I need to show their loneliness. Maybe they have a log or something to talk to themselves, but since it's the cockpit, perhaps they're just trying to get through the message.
Next, the themes. Isolation is straightforward—they're the only one left. But how to show sacrifice? Maybe they stayed behind to make sure the message gets through, knowing they won't make it. Human connection could come through flashbacks or memories, but since the story is in the cockpit, maybe they're remembering a loved one, like a child or partner, to keep them going.
I need to include some swearing. Maybe the protagonist curses when they realize something's not working, or when they're under stress. But it shouldn't be too over the top. Maybe they curse at the ship for failing them, or at themselves for not being able to fix it.
The structure: Start with the character working on the controls, trying to send the message. Then show their internal struggle. Maybe flashbacks? Wait, the user said the story should take place entirely within the cockpit. So maybe no flashbacks. Just the present moment, with internal monologue.
Conflict: The ship is failing, power is running out. They need to send the message before they lose power. Maybe there's a countdown or a limited time. Also, maybe the ship is damaged in a way that it's irreversible.
Character development: The protagonist is determined, maybe a bit stubborn. They care about relaying the message, which could be a warning about something, like a virus or an alien threat. But since the prompt doesn't specify, maybe it's more about the human aspect—like they're the last, and they want to make sure someone knows what happened.
Dialogue: Since it's the cockpit, maybe they talk to themselves, or to the ship. Or maybe there's a voice in the comms? Wait, but the prompt says the story is entirely within the cockpit. So no one else is there except the main character. So it's all internal, except for maybe a log entry.
Wait, the user said "the sole surviving crew member attempts to send a final message back to Earth." So the message is for Earth. So maybe the protagonist is trying to record a message, but the ship is failing. Or maybe they're trying to send a distress signal, but the systems are failing.
Let me outline:
- Open with the cockpit's deteriorating condition. Maybe the life support is failing, or the power is out. The protagonist is trying to keep the comms on.
- They're alone, so they talk to the ship, maybe. "Come on, you piece of crap, hold together."
- Flashbacks aren't allowed, per the user's instruction (since it's all in the cockpit), so internal thoughts are key.
- The message they need to send is important. Maybe a warning about something, but also their own fear.
- The story should end with them managing to send the message, but knowing they won't survive, or maybe the message gets through just in time.
Including swearing: Maybe when they're frustrated with the systems not working, or when they realize the power is dying. "F***ing hell," "God damn it," etc.
Need to make sure the themes are present. Isolation: being the only one left. Sacrifice: giving their life to send the message. Human connection: maybe they think of someone before they die, or the act of sending the message is about connecting with others back home.
Possible structure:
1. Start in the cockpit, power failing, protagonist working frantically.
2. Flashbacks? Wait, no—since it's all in the cockpit, maybe not. But internal monologue can reflect on their past.
3. The protagonist's internal struggle: fear of death, but also duty to send the message.
4. Technical difficulties with the ship, leading to a climax where they get the message out, then succumb.
Now, writing the story with these elements. Keep it tight, 800 - 1000 words. Make the protagonist relatable, their fear and determination clear. Use short, punchy sentences to build tension. Include specific details about the ship's systems, maybe some technical jargon to make it realistic. Maybe the protagonist is an engineer or someone who knows the ship well, which helps in the struggle to keep it running.
Possible name for the character? Maybe not necessary, but a few names could be used. Or just "they" and "the pilot."
Also, the title: "The Last Transmission" is given, so the story should reflect that—sending a message, even if no one's there to receive it, or in this case, maybe they do.
Need to avoid clichés, but it's a common sci - fi trope. Make it fresh with emotional depth.
Potential pitfalls: Making the protagonist too passive, not showing their struggle enough. Need to show, not tell. Also, ensuring the themes are woven naturally into the narrative.
Okay, time to start drafting.
输出
The cockpit reeked of burnt circuitry and sweat, a stench that clung to my skin like a second, cursed flesh. My fingers danced over the controls, but the readouts spat back static—useless, just like the rest of this rustbucket. "Crawl, you piece of junk," I growled, slapping the console until my knuckles cracked. "Crawl!"
The ship groaned in response, a sound that might have been a moan if I were the superstitious type. I wasn't. Not really. Not anymore. Just a tired engineer with a death wish and a terminal case of bad luck. The Vanguard had been my pride before it became my prison. Now? Now it was a coffin, and I was the corpse inside, begging for the black to take me.
"Comm - link online," I rasped, watching the screen flicker. Nothing. Just the same hollow gray that had greeted me every time I tried to send this goddamn message. A laugh clawed up my throat—bitter, raw. Great. The AI's gone and left me high and dry too.
I slammed a fist against the armrest, feeling the impact reverberate through my ribs. "C'mon, you son of a bitch," I snarled, my voice cracking on the last word. "Don't leave me now. Not after everything."
The screen flickered again, and for a heartbeat, I thought—
"This is Lieutenant Kael Voss, and if you're hearing this, then we've already lost."
My breath caught. The voice was wrong. Too clean, too crisp, but it wasn't mine. It was hers. Her.
I staggered back as the comms crackled to life, the words pouring out in a flood that almost hurt. "They took the engines. I don't know how long before they find you, but you have to listen—don't trust the council. Don't trust anyone. Run. And if you survive…"
A chime interrupted her, sharp and shrill. I flinched, my hand flying to the sidearm at my hip. Not now. Not when the goddamn truth was finally slipping through my fingers.
The comms crackled again, and this time, it was my turn to beg. "C'mon, damn it! You can't just—you can't just leave me hanging like this!" My voice cracked, the words laced with something raw and broken. "I didn't come all this way to watch you die on me again, Lira!"
For a moment, there was only silence. Then her voice, softer now, almost tender. "You never could take a hint, could you?"
I closed my eyes against the burn behind my ribs. Not fair. Not fair. She'd always known how to twist the knife, hadn't she? Even here, even now.
"Kael…" Her voice dropped, and I could almost see her, standing in that damned lab, her auburn hair pulled back in a messy knot, eyes blazing with that stubborn fire of hers. "You have to get this transmission out. No matter what happens. Promised?"
I swallowed hard, the weight of the lie sitting heavy in my chest. "Yeah," I croaked. "Yeah, I promise."
The comms crackled again, and for a heartbeat, I thought—
Then it died.
Just like that. All the static, all the fury, all the damn hope she'd left behind, gone.
I slumped against the console, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Gods," I whispered, the words barely audible over the hum of the failing systems. "You really did it, didn't you? You goddamn idiot."
But even as the words left my mouth, I knew it was true. She'd always been a handful. A pain in the ass. The kind of woman who made your heart turn to lead and your soul turn to ash with one sardonic smirk. And she'd done it.
She'd saved us all.
A shudder ran through me as the lights flickered again, casting wild shadows across the walls. I dragged a hand down my face, scrubbing at the exhaustion that felt like it was seeping into my very bones. Just a little longer. That's what she'd have said, wasn't it? Just a little longer, Kael.
A soft chime echoed through the cockpit, and for a heartbeat, I just stared at the console. My fingers itched to reach for it, to press that one last button and let the truth—her truth—ripple out into the void.
Because that's what we did. That's what we all did. We reached for each other, even when it hurt. Even when it was too late.
I exhaled sharply, the sound feeling like a prayer. "Alright," I murmured, my voice steady now. "Let's not make her a liar, huh?"
And with that, I pressed the final key.
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