i am coming away

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Польский разработчик игр SimulaM анонсировал игру под названием «Я — Иисус Христос», в которой от первого лица пересказывается история Христа от рождения до смерти и возрождения.

Пролог «Я — Иисус Христос» доступен бесплатно в Steam . Полная версия игры выйдет во втором квартале 2023 года.

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Get away from the beam

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История о том, как на войне терять бдительность не стоит

Source (facebook community) Оригинал на французском

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Русский перевод

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Война в Украине...

Я живой. Идет война.

Два дня назад мы с товарищем Шэдоу направились к позиции, окруженной русскими танками, в небольшом лесу.

На месте из маленькой, убогой и грязной траншеи нас с улыбкой встретили два украинских солдата. Один из солдат даже немного говорил по-французски. Я сказал Шэдоу оставаться в окопе, даже если это скучно.

Двое украинских солдат вышли из окопа покурить. Я сказал им бросить сигареты и вернуться в укрытие, пока я буду искать позиции русских танков. Они не прислушались и даже приблизились к опушке леса, пытаясь показать мне расположение русских танков. Я сказал им, чтобы они немедленно вернулись в укрытие, и прекратили выставлять себя напоказ. К счастью, они меня послушались и вернулись покурить рядом с траншеей: не захотели идти в окоп.

Мое солдатское чутье подсказывало мне выдвигаться, потому что двое нерадивых солдат могли были быть обнаружены тепловизионным оборудованием вражеских танков.

Двадцать секунд спустя я был в 15 футах (~4.5 метра) от солдат. Наблюдая через бинокль, меня потряс мощный взрыв. Мимо меня проносилась шрапнель, словно угольки костра. Я был окутан дымом. Мое тело инстинктивно напряглось, и я ничего не слышал одним ухом.

Я вышел из укрытия, чтобы залезть в окоп и попытаться найти вражеские танки. Я посмотрел налево. Двое украинских солдат лежали на земле. Сцена была в точности как в голливудском фильме о войне. Солдат был в 5 футах (~1.5 метра) от меня. Он лежал и был без ног. Остальная часть тела была частично разорвана. Он больше не двигался.

Другой солдат был в трех футах (~1 метр) от меня. У него была оторвана нога. Еге тело было изуродовано в нескольких местах. Он все еще дышал, но сделал последний вздох прямо передо мной через дюжину секунд. Русские танки продолжали стрелять в нашу сторону.

На этом история не закончилась, но я расскажу вам это позже.

Вернувшись на базу, мой друг Шэдоу не мог поверить что он выжил. У него не было травм. Взрыв повалил его на землю. У меня тоже не было травм. Ни единой царапины. Сегодня мое ухо в порядке, и я слышу нормально.

Пехотные процедуры и учения важны. Мы видим здесь яркий пример.

Рассказываю только об одном из событий недели. Мы нанесли врагу потери, но потеряли многих товарищей.

Здесь война. Настоящая.

Слава Украине!

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War in Ukraine...

I am alive. It's a war here.

Two days ago, my comrade Shadow and I headed to a position surrounded by Russian tanks, in a small forest.

On the spot, two Ukrainian soldiers greeted us with a smile, from a small miserable and muddy trench. One of the soldiers even spoke a little French. I told Shadow to stay in the trench, even if it might sound boring.

The two Ukrainian soldiers came out of the trench to smoke. I told them to put off their cigarettes and go back to the shelter while I searched for the Russian tank position. They didn't listen and even ventured close to the forest edge, trying to show me the location of Russian tanks. I told them to come back immediately to the shelter and stop exposing themselves like this. Luckily they listened to me and came back to smoke next to the trench. They didn't want to go in the trench.

My reflex as a soldier was to move anyway because it was possible that the two careless soldiers had been detected by the thermal vision equipment of the enemy tanks.

Twenty seconds later, I was fifteen foot from the soldiers. I watched with my binoculars. A huge explosion shook me. Shrapnel streaked past me, like embers from a campfire. I was enveloped in smoke. My body instinctively tensed, as well as my face. I couldn't hear anything out of one ear.

I moved from cover to crawl into the trench and try to find the enemy tanks. I looked to my left. The two Ukrainian soldiers were lying on the ground. The scene was exactly like in a Hollywood war movie. A soldier was five foot from me. He was lying down and had no legs. The rest of the body was partly shredded. He was no longer moving.

Another trooper was three feet away from me. He had a ripped leg. His body was mutilated in several places. He was still breathing but took his last breath in front of me, a dozen seconds later. Russian tanks just kept shooting in our direction.

The story didn't end there but I'll tell you the rest later.

Back at the base, my friend Shadow couldn't believe his life was saved. He had no injuries. The explosion knocked him to the ground. I didn't have any injuries either. Not a single scratch. Today, my ear is doing great and I can hear normally.

Infantry procedures and drills are important. Here we see a striking example.

I tell you only one of the events of the week. We have inflicted casualties on the enemy but we have lost many comrades.

This is war. The real one.

Glory to Ukraine!

Запускаем ChatGPT-like модель локально, на своём девайсе

(если у Вас на винде нет GIT, то: выбираете нужную Вам модель -> Files and versions -> жмакаете кнопку download) 

1.3) Скачанную модель кидаете в папку с программой в директорию "_model"

1.4) В директории "Release" лежит .bat файл для запуска чата. Перед первым запуском отредактируйте параметр "-t". он отвечает за то, сколько потоков процессора будет использовать чат.

(я ставил "-t 20" на 24 поточном xeon).

От количества потоков будет зависеть скорость выдачи токенов (слов).

1.5) Запускайте ;)

2) Linux-юзеры и те кто мне не верит можете самостоятельно собрать из исходников. инструкция там есть: https://github.com/antimatter15/alpaca.cpp

Впервые попробовал что-то написать, скромно прошу оценить

My words

I'm staring into endless void
Of starlight and of hope devoid,
But when I try to break away,
The skies look like this pit, the same.

Upon its gates the trial's held,
And I'm behind defendant's stand.
I prosecute, I judge, object,
But I will not myself defend.

"Not guilty" verdict was my bane,
Like groundhog's day returned again,
And now, not to overextend,
I'll put this fallacy to end.

I'm tired of seeing myself again
Each passing day grows my disdain
But now I'm ready to repent
And discontinue my descent.

Hypocrisy, and lies, and more...
All, that I usually abhor,
Has rooted deeply in my soul,
And undermined my better goal.

I'm not religious, but believe
In greater cause, for which to live
But what I've done and what I thought
Betrayed this dream that I have sought.

The ancient sins of human kin
Have left their marks upon my skin
And I am tainted by mistakes.
No turning back, there's no retake.

It's easier to count those falls,
Of which became I thoughtless thrall,
Than seek rare virtue, being made
By these obese and spoiled hands.

When did it start? When have I let
Become myself a sorry pet
Of Gluttony? Each bite and swig
Have made me closer to a pig
Than human; how could one not
Contempt and execrate such bloat?

And when I've tried to find a way
To purify myself, to stray
From path, which obviously leads
To only furthering the needs
I've yet again been weak, like moth
Before the flame, - I longed for Sloth.

"Tomorrow", - was my best excuse.
Why was I trying to refuse
From doing anything required
If even was not really tired?
Sloth doesn't let me go away
From childhood to this very day.

The time have passed, and then just once
I've won the prize, and in long pounce
Not me, but Pride has took the place
Upon the pedestal's embrace
And even now, then I require
Sentence, it reads back, admires
And wants all others do the same,
And me to thirst for praise and fame.

Another one, who lurks inside,
Is Greed, and comes like raging tide
The urge to have, to bear, to wield...
It's nearly hopeless not to yield.
And when this wave has briefly passed,
You always know - it won't be last.

And next one is, of course, the Lust.
I'd kept it still inside, but must
Confess, that every passing day
It's growing harder to obey
The mind, and not the primal needs.
I've all my life preferred to heed
And now I know, that would be best
To not put others to the test.
Who could have wanted being loved
By man like me? So here I stand
Away from others: to protect
Them from me, and to recollect.
These memories are dust for them;
They worth much more than any gem
For me; a subtle touch,
a look, a whisper is like glass,
Like stone, unflinching; so bypass
It could only sight. So, that is left for me, is dream,
And I suppress this wordless scream
Each time I see another eyes,
And dancing beauty, which there lies.
Because it's like a whip, a blaze,
It's better to avert my gaze
And yet again return to bog,
Where I, quite overtly, belong.
But it won't help - in sleepless cold
These damning eyes, and words untold
Return again, like sparking stars,
Reminding of my prison's bars.

It doesn't help that I'm not blind
And all the hands, which intertwine
Remind me every once and then
That better not to leave my den.
But I cannot, for I'm addict
To some I know; so I restrict
Myself; yet Envy's foiled deck
Is full of trumps, so now my neck
Is in its hands; its hard to breathe,
But I don't have a place to leave.

The only sin I haven't yet
Discovered, is Wrath: his hunting net
I somehow managed to avoid.
And this, once more, makes me annoyed:
If only I have had this flame,
Then, maybe, I could harness, tame
Its power; but, alas, it's false
And I still can't approach my goals.

This trial goes forever on,
And every word hits like a stone,
But I cannot - and won't - object.
I've only verdict to expect.
Each witness testifies and leaves,
then prosecution takes up leads...
How do I want to leave this booth!
But I cannot run from the truth.
Well, prosecution has this one.
And I don't want to spoil the fun
For him... or better said, for us?
I like it too, this big demise,
I both have fear and feeling joy.
In hands of judgement I'm a toy,
But even if my end is nigh,
For me it's honor to comply.

At last, the sentence is now set
I close my eyes, and last regrets
Let go my mind, so weak and frail.
Impatience grows, my Holy Grail
Lays peacefully aside the judge.
The time has come to end this grudge.

I know for sure, what's in the blank,
But these last moments are like ankh -
Symbolic hope, marvelous sign...
But here, in this forgotten shrine
I am alone. So bring it in.
Let's put an end to all my sins.
And be it venom, noose or blade
I'll gladly face my end of fate.

Есть в магии одна хорошая особенность:

Неважно, как работает мир,

Или какие у вселенной законы,

Меня это ебать не обязано.

Оригинал:

One good thing about magic is,

That no matter how the world exists,

Or what the laws of the universe are,

I don't have to fxxking care.