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license: apache-2.0
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Train in 30B Byte. Mode size 353M. Table 2 in [MambaByte](https://arxiv.org/abs/2401.13660)
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license: apache-2.0
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Train in 30B Byte. Mode size 353M. Table 2 in [MambaByte](https://arxiv.org/abs/2401.13660)
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To use
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```
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import torch
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from mamba_ssm.models.mixer_seq_simple import MambaLMHeadModel
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import numpy as np
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model=MambaLMHeadModel.from_pretrained("JunxiongWang/MambaByte_Stories", device='cuda', dtype=torch.float32)
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text = "It was terribly cold and nearly dark on the last evening of the old year, and the snow was falling fast."
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text_byte = np.frombuffer(text.encode('utf-8'), dtype=np.uint8)
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input_ids = torch.from_numpy(text_byte[None, :]).long().cuda()
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sample = model.generate(
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input_ids=input_ids,
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max_length=2048,
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cg=True,
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return_dict_in_generate=True,
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output_scores=True,
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enable_timing=True,
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temperature=1,
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top_k=256,
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top_p=0.9,
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)
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print(bytes(sample.sequences[0].tolist()).decode('utf-8'))
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```
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Output
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```
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It was terribly cold and nearly dark on the last evening of the old year, and the snow was falling fast.
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It had been a warm summer , but the ground was dry and cracked .
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The grass was like a great cloud , as deep as a city of ancient people .
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Strange to see a land with so few colors standing strong on the land ; but there it was , passing by in her dreams , the colors of flowers and grasses and birds .
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Of course , the old year was all a faded charcoal black , somewhat like the distant gloaming in the city where she lived .
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She seemed to be walking along the shore of a land that was no longer there .
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And indeed , at first it seemed as if there was another world there , a world inhabited by beings no one had ever seen before , who all consisted of flowers and small fish .
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And they were lovely people , but of whom had never the least idea of a love of anything or anyone before .
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They were neither fierce nor merciless , but deadly serious and bloodthirsty .
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Their deaths were against nature , and nature alone knew how to play tricks on those who opposed it .
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The living , the lived and dead , were all the same to the living ; the living ones were no more than living things whose deaths were inconceivable to them .
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Who could understand why the living were plagued by these men and women ?
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But at least the living were dead ; no doubt they would eat themselves to death in the end .
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The sun shone and the warmth of the day renewed its purity .
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The living were finally able to enjoy the refreshing waters that often flow from the spring .
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The sun shone brightly , and the air was filled with the scent of the flowers .
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But the flowers had no soul .
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They were cold and lonely , and would rather have died in the cold and the wet , than be with the living ones who were dead .
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Of course , this was no great loss , for the living could not take a death in the cold or the weather , for the living could only die by coldness .
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They were cold because they knew that no human being could take warmth and shelter from the cold of death .
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