ashercn97/av-v1

SentenceTransformer based on answerdotai/ModernBERT-base

This is a sentence-transformers model finetuned from answerdotai/ModernBERT-base. It maps sentences & paragraphs to a 768-dimensional dense vector space and can be used for semantic textual similarity, semantic search, paraphrase mining, text classification, clustering, and more.

Model Details

Model Description

• Model Type: Sentence Transformer
• Base model: answerdotai/ModernBERT-base
• Maximum Sequence Length: 8192 tokens
• Output Dimensionality: 768 dimensions
• Similarity Function: Cosine Similarity

Model Sources

• Documentation: Sentence Transformers Documentation
• Repository: Sentence Transformers on GitHub
• Hugging Face: Sentence Transformers on Hugging Face

Full Model Architecture

SentenceTransformer(
  (0): Transformer({'max_seq_length': 8192, 'do_lower_case': False, 'architecture': 'ModernBertModel'})
  (1): Pooling({'word_embedding_dimension': 768, 'pooling_mode_cls_token': False, 'pooling_mode_mean_tokens': True, 'pooling_mode_max_tokens': False, 'pooling_mode_mean_sqrt_len_tokens': False, 'pooling_mode_weightedmean_tokens': False, 'pooling_mode_lasttoken': False, 'include_prompt': True})
)

Usage

Direct Usage (Sentence Transformers)

First install the Sentence Transformers library:

pip install -U sentence-transformers

Then you can load this model and run inference.

from sentence_transformers import SentenceTransformer

# Download from the 🤗 Hub
model = SentenceTransformer("ashercn97/av-v1")
# Run inference
sentences = [
    'She"d noticed in the center of the room that Cassie was slowing down in her frantic scribbling, focusing on a single sheet of paper for more than a few seconds. That meant she was seeing something clearly. Something that mattered to her. Or someone that mattered to her. That could mean... "What do you see, Cassie? Who do you see?" Agent Hollis leaned down, trying to keep her face open and inviting. Cassie didn"t answer, just switched the colors in her hands, adding tiny details to the object she was drawing. Agent Hollis looked over to the other agents and shrugged at their impatience; they"d learn soon enough it wasn"t easy to hurry this Watcher along. She"d lose the vision if they weren"t careful. Agent Hollis sat back on her heels, and waited. She"d only Push the Watcher if she had too, if she didn"t answer or tried to move to another sheet of paper without explaining. After a long moment of the younger woman choosing one final color and adding her signature in the corner. She still didn"t speak, and Agent Hollis sighed. Plan B it was then. "Tell me what you see, Cassie," she said and pushed, her eyes going blind for a moment as she exerted her will over the other woman. Cassie swayed, her eyes narrowing as she glared for a moment, making it clear she knew full well that she was being influenced. Then the ragged blonde shook all over and shrugged, then held the image out to the agent. "It"s just a lily, Kira. A pendant." She smiled down at the image she"d drawn, and then spoke so softly the other woman almost didn"t hear her. "He gave me a flower..." At her words, the agent felt a ripple of excitement and then vicious jealousy sweep over her, but she ruthlessly buried both before they could affect her. There was too much work to do for her to become distracted. She took the picture Cassie had offered and rose, turning to the agents under her command. "It"s time. He"s coming for her." Hope you enjoyed! I"m probably going to be posting chapters ever day or so - I didn"t want to spam your inboxes! Chapter 1 "Yesterday" has gone,Future"s coming next.So move, clock"s on.It"s a countdown... "In a Row" - Nothink Nick checked his watch again and resisted the urge to drum his fingers on the steering wheel, knowing it would only earn him a sharp comment from the Shadow in the passenger seat. And they couldn"t dissolve into an argument again, not now, not when they sat literally right around the corner from the lab where the Holmes woman and one old friend were being held. He settled for picking up the envelope on the console between them and running his fingers silently along the folds, not opening it, though, not yet. Not until 2:58 on the dot. God he hoped Cassie would be ready. That she even could be ready, considering the cocktail Division likely had her on. "You"re sure she"s seen-" "The pendant up against a digital clock stopped at 3:00 p.m. exactly. As I told you the last time, and the time before that." Mitchell Bryce didn"t bother to turn to look at Nick, but the Mover could imagine the annoyance in the Shadow"s dark eyes. He knew that the Shadow had in fact told Nick more than once now, and knew too that Bryce needed to rescue his cousin and so had every bit of a stake in the success of this mission as Nick did. With that in mind, Nick tried again to calm the impatience welling up within him. He"d have thought the months without word or hint of Cassie"s location would have been worse, but it seemed having her just out of reach was driving him even more crazy. It was just... they were so close. After nearly 6 months of planning and scraping and doing everything in his power to find her, to get some bead on where the hell Division had taken his lover, they finally were in position to begin the rescue, to fight back and take her back from the bastards who had stolen her from him. "God, I hope Emily gets here soon," Nick cringed as the words slipped out, half expecting Bryce to snap. When the expected sarcastic comment didn"t happen, he risked a glance over to see Bryce"s face carefully blank, his hand half-hiding his eyes. After a moment, the dark-haired man sighed and straightened. "The lovely Ms. Hu will be here." He tugged as his tie and smoothed down imaginary wrinkles, the only sign that he might be as stressed as Nick was. "She risks losing too much not to arrive on schedule." Nick nodded, and scrubbed a hand across his face. He knew all too well Emily and Bryce had lost someone, lost the same someone as a matter of fact. And it was unfortunately likely due to the somebody he"d lost. Cassie"s gifts were always stronger when it came to her friends and family, and there wasn"t much chance that one after another of some of their past contacts were getting snatched up after she was taken was just a coincidence. Hook Waters had been only one of those scooped up by Division. At least there was a chance to get Hook back, or as much of a chance as getting Cassie back. He was the only one so far who was actually being kept in the same Division lock up as his Watcher friend. He and their original rescue target, Anna Holmes, Cassie"s mother. She"d been who they were trying to rescue in the first place those 6 months ago when the mission had gone so very wrong. He still wasn"t totally sure what had... He shook his head at himself. He knew exactly what had gone wrong - Ms. Kira Hudson, or Agent Kira Hollis as she seemed to be called lately. They"d thought she was fine after the mess in Hong Kong. She"d rendezvoused with he and Cassie as planned, and for a while the three of them, he, Kira, and Cassie, had done fairly well moving from city to country, laying low and keeping under the Division radar. It had almost been like a family - almost. If not for the sheer bitchyness that was Kira and Cassie alone in a room together for any length of time at all, he might have been perfectly happy, or as happy as a group of psychics on the run could be. But then... Then Kira started Pushing, and not just marks around them, but Nick himself, and Cassie. Pushing them to do things that just didn"t make sense. Petty things, like Cassie refusing to speak to him for days, or Nick locking Cassie out of their current squat in the middle of a thunderstorm. Nick talked to Kira, Cassie screamed at her, and their various friends when they were allowed took turns trying to explain just how utterly invasive being Pushed really was. But Kira didn"t stop. Didn"t seem to want to. And as for the rest of her behavior, it was increasingly erratic, until finally she all but walked back into Division hands. For all he"d once promised to keep looking, to always come for her, Nick couldn"t go after her that time. Not this way unfortunately. In any case, Kira"s little stunt had put Cassie in front of a bullet, and Nick"d had his hands full trying to keep the young Watcher from bleeding out before he could find a Stitch to patch her up. By the time Cassie was out of the woods, Kira and the Division Sniffs and Pushers who"d managed to snag her were gone. Back to the U.S. and whatever facility was deemed proper to re-integrate a psychic and possibly an agent who"d been on the outside as long as Kira had. In any case, Kira"d been M.I.A. for several years, and Nick, he hadn"t missed her as much as he might have expected. He still had Cassie, and in the coming days as they both grew older and somehow wiser, that impractically dressed and ancient-eyed young woman meant far more than Kira ever did. If forced to choose between them, and God knew he really had been forced to choose between them, Cassie came first and would continue to come first, no matter what. He just hoped he wouldn"t have to deal with that choice right now in the midst of their rescue mission. Word on the street had it that an Agent Hollis was likely part of the team keeping tabs and guard on Cassie and Anna Holmes. If it was the same Hollis that Carver had thought Kira to be, they could be in deep shit. Kira"s presence complicated things even more than the rescue itself. With Carver long dead, she was definitely the strongest Pusher on record, and while he and Cassie had some experience with holding her off, no one else on their team did. And even he and Cassie could only hold her off to a point. Worse was the fact that Kira might very well have shared the trick Nick had figured out to avoiding Watchers all those years ago in Hong Kong with her superiors. If that happened, this mission would be over almost before it began. He set the letter back on the console carefully, and then his fingers drifted up to his throat and the pendant he"d taken to wearing under his shirt after Cassie"d been taken. He"d meant to give it to her as both a birthday present and celebratory gift when they"d rescued her mother. That hadn"t happened, obviously. The pendant had come to mean both hope and failure. Just the chance of the former kept him wearing it though, needing that fragile connection with the woman he"d lost. Nick barely heard a slight snort from the other man in the car and he jerked his hand away from the pendant with an embarrassed cough. Bryce didn"t look over, just smirked knowingly out the window. Nick ignored him best he could, and checked the clock again. Almost time to open their respective envelopes. Nick was fairly sure he knew his part in the plan already, but there was no knowing for sure until he read the instructions Emily had written. Instructions she should be wiping from her memory as they waited. But she"d said she"d meet them here after that. So where the hell was she? He shook his head and hoped the other two members of their merry band of idiots were in position. There was no way to check at this point, but if they weren"t... Well that would blow any chance of getting into the facility itself. He glanced at the clock and started: 2:58 p.m. He all but lunged for the envelope again, and this time Bryce looked anything but smug, leaning in to look at the card himself. His wasn"t set to be opened til 3:43 p.m., and Nick didn"t even want to consider the stress that time period would be causing the Shadow. Nick pulled out the card and flipped it over to read. "Drive straight to the gates then drive straight through them - 3:00 p.m." He blinked and raised an eyebrow at his companion. Bryce shrugged, and Nick turned the key in the ignition starting the engine. The clock changed to 2:59 p.m., and Nick felt his blood begin to pound. They had one minute and if Emily hadn"t shown by then, they"d need to go without her. That would make finding their targets in the facility that much harder to track, but they wouldn"t have a choice. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as the seconds ticked away, finally not caring if it bothered the man beside him. 10, 9, 8... He flexed his hands and moved one to hover over the gearshift. 3, 2, 1. 3:00 p.m. Nick slammed the SUV into drive and gunned it, slamming his foot down on the accelerator and the vehicle all but shrieked into motion. He barely slowed at the stop sign at the corner, wheeling the SUV right and sending Bryce almost sliding, his hand on the door and his seatbelt the only things keeping the Shadow securely in his seat. They roared down the street and toward the facility entrance at the far end. The massive gate at the entrance was visibly shut, and Nick swallowed as he stepped even harder on the accelerator, pushing the SUV to even higher speeds. As they approached Nick forced himself to let go of the steering wheel with one hand, preparing the Push the shit out of the gate if it didn"t open on its own. At the very last second, he saw the massive pieces of metal begin to slide apart. "Thank you, Matthew," he muttered with a grin and slammed his foot on the accelerator again, sending the SUV flying past the gates and the guard station where he just barely saw the agents beginning to panic. Phase One fucking complete. Nick continued to drive, wheeling through the large parking lot to a side entrance Matt"s intel told them might be the closest way to reach the Holmes women. He glanced in the rearview mirror to see another pair of SUVs barreling their way in behind him. "Seems the ladies have arrived on schedule," Bryce said from beside him, his smirk showing his satisfaction at the turn of events. One of the vehicles followed close behind him, Emily likely at the wheel. The other spun to face the gate almost as soon as it entered and a barrage of fireballs began to fly from the open drivers side window to the guard station. Their favorite little pyrokinetic, Lex, was clearly having the proverbial and literal blast with the distraction role she was playing for their mission. Nick could only hope she"d keep moving fast enough to evade the agents that would soon come storming after her in the absence on any other intruder to follow. She should be fine though, he reminded himself. According to the rumors, Lex had kept herself out of Division hands her entire life using only her pyrokinetic tricks, an impressive set of street smarts, and a kick ass driving ability. Or so he"d heard. He wished her well silently - she was on her own for a while or at least as long as Bryce could pull off Shadowing all three of them as they entered the building. Nick came to a screeching halt with Emily right behind him. All three psychics ran from their respective vehicles, engines still on and running. With any luck, they"d stay that way - facilitating the quick getaway they"d need if the mission proved to be a success. The three of them pounded up the exterior steps to the door, pausing only a moment before the internal lock triggered itself and they entered. Once again, Nick thought a heartfelt "thank you" to the young technopath they"d met only months before Cassie"d been taken. Nick doubted they"d have ever narrowed down Cassie"s location without the Tech"s help, and he was still proving his worth with every damn move they made. It was almost enough to make Nick ignore the younger man"s obvious crush on Nick"s Watcher love. Almost anyway. The hallway the door led to was clear, but the first passageway off to the left definitely wasn"t. Nick didn"t even have time to Push the agents - Bryce was already moving, breaking into a sequence of viciously efficient martial arts that had the trio of Division goons out cold with what looked to be very little effort. That talent had not been something the Shadow had mentioned. Handy little trick. Nick couldn"t help the whistle that escaped his lips, but Bryce barely acknowledged it, straightening his jacket almost casually. Behind them, Emily had used the momentary distraction to strip off her gloves, reaching each into the pockets of her jacket to pull out two objects - a cufflink and a pen, previously owned by Hook Waters and Cassie respectively. With Nick and Bryce guarding her, Emily brought each item up to her face allowing the psychic "scent" to seep into her hands as the Sniff activated her psychometric gifts to the forefront of her mind. She swayed as her gift took her for a moment, and then shook her head to clear it. "Cassie is down that hall and up 2 flights of stairs. Behind the blast doors in the... fifth room on the left. She seems stationary for now." Emily turned her head to blink down the hallway just ahead of them. "Hook - he"s that way... but he"s moving. I can"t get a clear fix on his location." It didn"t take Nick even a moment to make his decision. "Bryce take Emily with you. Head after Hook. I"ll get the women." Bryce didn"t bother to nod, just took Emily by the elbow and set off at a swift jog down the hallway, leaving Nick to set off in the other direction. Chapter 2 I don"t know where we"re headingI"m willing and ready to goWe can"t drive it so fast we just need to slow downAnd just roll Anything that"s worth havingIs sure enough worth fighting forQuiting"s out of the questionWhen it gets tough gotta fight some moreWe gotta fight fight fight fight fight for this love "Fight for this Love" - Cheryl Cole Nick burst through the door to the stairwell and started climbing up at a run, knowing he"d need to move fast now that his Shadow was heading to another part of the building. At least Emily and Bryce might get safely to Hook without a Sniff catching on to that goal. He was on his own, not that he"d really thought a Shadow would help much at this point anyway - any Division goon worth their paycheck would know exactly where Nick was headed. He kept climbing, keeping his mind on Cassie as his goal, knowing he needed that mental encouragement. He heard a slam and looked up startled as he reached the first landing and looked through the window slit in the door to see an agent pounding on the door to the stairwell. For some reason the door wouldn"t open even when he swiped his access card. Nick grinned and tossed a quick salute at the camera in the corner then kept climbing to the next floor. He paused at that landing, seeing several other agents waiting through the window, all apparently having the same trouble getting through the lock that their counterparts downstairs had. Nick let out a long breath and twitched his fingers as he brought his power to mind, then he nodded at the camera and hearing the lock disengage with a metallic click, he wrenched open the door off its hinges with his gift and then sent it slamming back through into the hallway knocking two of the waiting agents sprawling. The other few were handled with another quick wave of Nick"s hands slamming into the walls, ceiling, and floor like pinballs. Nick barely spared them a glance beyond a quick check to make sure they were well and truly out cold, before he was moving again and heading through the blast doors down the hall. They slid open as he approached. He paused a little into the hallway, surprised that no one was waiting to attack. Then he just shook his head, chalking it up to the Tech guardian angel watching from through the security system. He half jogged down the hallway, counting doors until he reached the fifth door, still half cringing at the thought of the sound of phantom footsteps around him. He took a deep breath, feeling something inside him tremble in hope that this really might be the door he"d been looking for these past many months. Then he softly pushed it open. "Hey, Nick," her soft voice reached him before the door was even open, and he felt his knees go weak as he finally saw her smile, alive and in front of him. Her eyes were glassy, likely due to some drug Division had shoved through her system, but they were steady despite it. Nick smiled to himself remembering how she"d long ago told him that she and her mother both saw more clearly when drunk off their asses. Cassie had since proven that more than once on their time on the run, and he had a sudden suspicion that held true to just about any type of intoxicant. Clearly the Division goons were even dumber than he"d thought. Though that certainly explained how Cassie"s mom had managed to keep her schemes in motion, even in Division"s hands. "Hey, you," he replied softly, stepping into the room and wrapping his arms around her, allowing himself a slow shaky breath at the feel of her back where she belonged. "You ready to get the hell out of here?" "Oh yeah." The grin was clearly forced, and Nick felt himself cringe inside at the dark circles under her eyes, but something about the tilt of her head said her attitude was still there. That part of her that was always willing to step up against anyone who wanted her to back down. Whatever they had her on, they hadn"t managed to break his feisty little Watcher. With that reminder firmly in his mind, he pulled out of the embrace, his hand finding her"s instinctively as they turned back to the door and slipped quietly out into the hall. They were almost to the blast door when he heard the sound he"d been so paranoid and waiting for, light footsteps with that click of high heels. He stiffened and then turned to put himself between Cassie and the woman at the other end of the hall. The pair of women he realized as a second moved from behind the first, her dark form almost more a shadow that a person. The first, of course, was Kira as he"d known in the pit of his stomach it would be. She strode forward slowly, as if stalking toward her prey. Nick glanced back over his shoulder looking for a way out, but the blast doors were closed, and in any case, there though the glass were at least some of the agents he"d knocked out on his way in, and it wasn"t likely they"d let the pair of psychics past them easily. Not after the humiliatingly easy way Nick had gotten past them to get to Cassie"s room there in the first place. "Well shit," he heard Cassie mutter from behind him, and he heartily agreed. This was not going to go particularly well. "Hello, Nick," Kira said as she paced toward him. Her voice was serene and almost casual, and Nick suddenly remembered the way her voice had been all those years ago back in Hong Kong when he"d gone to find her in Carver"s thrall. She"d been cruel then, and she"d only gotten worse with time. That didn"t seem to have changed either. "So nice to see you again, though not exactly what I would have expected. Not considering your promise to me."',
    'A short burst of gunfire brought her slamming out of her reverie, and she noticed Taka passing a single corpse without a second glance. She moved nervously to the side as she and then the pair behind her moved past the corpse in turn. She"d seen no evidence yet that the bastards might move even after a bullet to the brain, but if they could move after looking otherwise dead due to infection, who was to say? In any case, Dannie sure as hell wasn"t to take the chance of standing within reach of one of them. Not if she could help it. She kept closer to Carlos after that, trusting in the leader"s aim and arsenal just the slightest bit more than the others. She needed that reassurance right about now, with each new infected they saw, and then killed, she was reminded of just how helpless she was. She found her hands itched for her tiny little Bodyguard model pistol that she usually kept in her purse. When she"d announced her intention to work with the military overseas, her brother had insisted on her knowing how to use a weapon competently. He"d bought her the little handgun, and he"d then ruthlessly trained her until she could accurately empty the entirety of the tiny weapon"s 6 shots in the clip and 1 in the chamber into the target"s forehead. That she"d never actually used that training during her relief work wasn"t important; the lessons and practice had grown into their weekly Friday lunch sibling date, one she"d never missed since they started the tradition a couple years prior. Carlos opened fire again, this time on a trio of infected huddled awkwardly around an SUV, and it occurred to her that she"d likely be missing that tradition tomorrow. It was all too likely that her brother would end up among the missing, too. She shivered and fought back tears at the thought, hoping the men hadn"t noticed. She forced away the melancholy thoughts, and tried to distract herself by guessing how many different types of weapons the men might had tucked into their uniforms. That didn"t help her mood all that much, as the concept only reminded her that she had exactly zero weapons stored about her own person. She resolved to ask the men to give her a pistol, a knife, hell just something resembling a weapon as soon as they reached a pause in their trek. Finally, she was pleased to see the guard stand at the bottom of the garage, signaling a halt to their slightly dizzying descent from the 3rd floor to the street level. Carlos and Taka approached the booth cautiously, clearly keeping an eye on both the guard stand"s sliding door and the entrance to the street itself. Dannie almost followed close behind them, but Nicholai"s hand on her shoulder kept her still. "Open space could mean an ambush. Wait until they check it out," he whispered down to her, and she nodded silently, moving backwards slightly to place herself in the more protected position between the redhead and Yuri. She kept her eyes fixed on the pair in the lead, feeling her heart rate quicken without warning at her anxiety for the men. It wasn"t that surprising their health had become her problem; if even one of their little band fell, the odds of any of them surviving the night would drop that much lower. And fuck if she didn"t know the odds of survival were pretty damned low to begin with. Carlos inched toward the guard booth with Taka covering him. He was nearly to the door hanging just ajar when a snarling four-legged figure hurled itself out of the booth through the window. "Son of a bitch!" None of them blamed Carlos for the outburst, nor Taka for the spattering of Japanese curses that followed as they fired on the charging creature. Finally the thing lay dead, and almost as one, the five of them crept close to peer at it. "Was that a goddamned cocker spaniel?" Yuri asked, clearly offended by the very idea. "Looks like. Apparently the infection is transferring to animals, too. Great," Carlos answered, his face just as disgusted. He shook his head and straightened. "Come on, let"s keep moving. There"s nothing else here." He moved into the lead again, pausing at the garage entrance, and then waving the others forward. They turned onto the empty street, and Dannie rubbed her arms as the eerie quiet sent a chill down her spine. At least it was the only chill, she noted. She normally got cold easy, but the heat wave was keeping her relatively comfortable even in the skirt and thin cap-sleeved shirt. What almost sounded like the wind echoed down the street, and Dannie paused, barely noting that the men had paused with her. Was that moaning? It only took a moment for the significance of the sound to sink in, and then Carlos was ordering them to move. Together the quintet sprinted for an alley way, ducking down the narrow passage as a crowd of infected turned onto the street they"d just been on. There was no way of knowing if the infected had seen or sensed them, and the group of soldiers and single civilian keep up a brisk pace, running down the alley and then turning onto another, even more deserted back street. They slowed to a jog and then to a walk, and then came to a halt, Dannie stumbling to lean against a wall. "You all right there Dannie?" Carlos called quietly, and she waved his slightly superior concern away, still too winded to reply. She had not signed up for long distance sprinting, and damned if she didn"t need a minute to catch her breath. She didn"t get it; Carlos was turning away, the smirk once again on his face, when Taka let out a strangled shout and a mutilated monstrous something came leaping into their midst. The men opened fire, more on instinct than with a clear clue of what the fuck their attacker was. Under the rain of gunfire, the gruesome thing fell fairly quickly, but another shout, this time from Dannie as she stared upwards in horror warned the men that the monster had not been alone. This one seemed smarter, or at least more agile. It jumped and ducked, avoiding the bullets the men were firing desperately. Dannie just tired to stay clear and out of their way, praying to God she wouldn"t be a distraction to any of the men as they faced off with that thing. She did, of course, but damned if it wasn"t her fault. It was the creature"s. It leapt from one building to another across the alley way, landing and then clambering down the fire escape directly above Dannie. An enormously long tongue whipped out and down, grabbing her knot of hair and lifting her screaming from the ground, pulling her up toward a gaping mouth. Gunfire sounded again, this time terrifyingly in her direction. Dannie didn"t know whether she was screaming about the creature with its tongue in her hair or the bullets flying past far too close for comfort, all she knew was that she was terrified and helpless. There was a garbled roar of pain above her and then she was dropping painfully back to the concrete, parts of a long whippy tongue falling down on top of her. She scrambled backwards just in case the creature decided to chase after its escaped meal, instinctively craving the comfort of the wall, though it hadn"t been much help before. A creak of abused metal suddenly cut through the sound of gun fire, and she looked up again, her mouth open in shock as the fire escape creaked again and began to fall. For just a moment everything seemed to stop, and she could have sworn the world itself when silent as the metal began to crash towards her. "I"m going to die," she mouthed. Then she was hit by a solid dark mass, lunging in and throwing her clear of the collapsing structure. She was tucked under a larger body, and she simply held on as the crash of the fire escape and the hopefully deceased creature slammed into the pavement only a few feet from them. There was another moment of silence, this time genuine, as the survivors collectively held their breath, as if unsure they"d really managed to escape this last round of death and destruction. Finally, Dannie coughed, clearing her throat of the dust the crash had thrown up. As if that was a cue, the men began coughing and cursing around her as well. "Fucking shit," she breathed, too out of breath to really yell. "What the fuck were those things?" From where he"d landed more than half on top of her, Carlos shook his head. "Not a clue." He pushed himself shakily to his feet and offered her a hand. She took it with a faint sense of déjà vu, and stood even less steadily than he had. "I think the file called them "lickers.\'" Nicholai stumbled up from their far side, easing around the fallen monster and twisted metal with a look of distaste. "Lickers. Really." It was far from the title Dannie would have chosen for the monsters, but Nicholai seemed unfazed. "Lickers. For the tongues, you see?" He made the motion of a long tongue falling out of his mouth, and then to her mild shame, Dannie started to giggle. It went on longer than she"d expected, her giggles giving way to hysterical laughter as the sight of yet another creature, this time having met a truly gruesome end right in front of her, sunk in. The laughter dragged on and tears began pouring down her cheeks, and she tried to bring herself under control, knowing she was finally falling prey to shock and hating that the soldiers around her were witnessing it. "At least someone is having fun." Yuri"s voice was cold, and something made her laughter die in her throat. Nicholai glared at the other man, but Dannie frankly was gratefully he"d shaken her out of her hysteria. Still, something in his voice spoke of more than just cruelty. She looked up at the harsh soldier, and then looked around, realizing their little band was one man short. "Taka?" she asked quietly, wanting to be wrong, but already knowing the truth. Yuri shook his head sharply and then glanced behind him. She stepped over to the huddled form he"d indicated, ignoring Carlos"s soft call for her not to look. Taka lay there in pieces, his head less than a yard away from the second of the disgusting creatures" corpses. Dannie couldn"t help it: she took a few faltering steps and then vomited against the wall of the alley. She was dimly aware of someone"s strong hands holding her hair and their leader"s voice softly whispering that it wasn"t her fault. She was grateful to Carlos for the sentiment at least, but she couldn"t help but think he was wrong. "Maybe it is her fault." Clearly Yuri agreed with her. The scowling soldier went on, not caring that the subject of discussion stood right in their midst. "If we hadn"t left the helo for her and the other, our men would still be alive." Carlos waited for Dannie to straighten and then handed her a canteen he"d detached from some portion of his gear she hadn"t had reason to notice thus far. She took it gratefully and unscrewed the cap and took a swig to rinse her mouth out once, and then twice. Only after she took one last actual drink and handed it back did he turn and face his sullen subordinate. "Yuri, think for a moment. Listen." Carlos nodded up and down the alley way. "What do you hear? Not much, huh? Not even from the comm." He shrugged and clipped his canteen back on his hip. "If we"d moved on as ordered, I"m not sure any of us would be left by now." Yuri opened his mouth as if to argue, but instead he let the silence sink over them. Dannie didn"t blame him. Whoo hoo new chapter already up! Give my beta askita a quick thanks, because this was beta"ed at 1 in the morning cuz I was impatient to get this posted lol! Oh! Speaking of askita, she"s got an RE fic up too called Revolt. Only one chap so far but it"s got potential. And no, I don"t own anything. Haven"t we been through this already? Chapter 4: Over Fire The group, now whittled down to a quartet, stood in silence in the wake of Carlos"s admonishment. It was an uneasy silence this time, unlike the focused quiet of their trek through the parking garage. This quiet, Dannie knew, only meant that none of them knew what to say to each other. She certainly didn"t; hell, she wasn"t even sure she knew how to meet the mens" eyes. She turned away, and wiped at her mouth again with the back at her hand, still more than half convinced she could taste vomit on her own breath. Her throat was still raw, even if the taste was all in her head. She shook her head at herself, and her long hair flopped into her face, causing her to frown. The licker had really fucked up her up-do. She pulled her hair the rest of the way down and attempted to pin it back into a knot. It wasn"t as tight as it had been, she realized ruefully, but at least this way it wouldn"t obstruct her vision. She wished absently that she had some kind of a hair tie so she could just braid it back, but those had been in her purse. Along with her phone to call her likely to already be dead brother, and breath mints for her vomit breath, and bandages for the new scrapes on her other knee, and... and... and just something like normalcy. She turned back to find the men pointedly not watching her or meeting each other"s eyes. Her gaze lingered on their weaponry, and for a moment she thought of her purse again, and one other much missed item. "I need a gun." That she"d actually said it out loud surprised her almost as much as it did the men. All three jumped, startled out of their personal brooding. She found herself rather glad the hoard they"d run from hadn"t actually followed them; none of their group had been much up to keeping track of their surroundings. Now they were paying attention again, or at least attention to her. Yuri sneered at her, not that Dannie would have expected anything else; Nicholai looked skeptical; and Carlos, well, Carlos looked calculating. It was much the same look that she"d seen on him when he and Nicholai had decided to take her with them from the roof, and Dannie hoped that was a good sign in this case. Carlos studied her a moment. "Do you know how to use one?" he finally asked, no hint of his thoughts in his voice. Yuri opened his mouth, clearly wanting to argue, but Carlos just shut him down with a single solemn look before turning back to Dannie. "Be honest with me. We don"t have time for more than a crash course, and an amateur with a weapon could be dangerous to the rest of us." Dannie took a breath to settle herself under the weight of his steady gaze and then nodded. "My brother... Derek"s a cop, Dad was military. When I set up to go overseas, they got me a concealed carry course." "Caliber?" ".380 in a Smith & Wesson Bodyguard pistol," she answered without hesitation, then waited for the "manly men" to make the expected quips. Yuri was quick to take advantage of that. "Cute. That"s more of an accessory than a weapon. It would hardly do anything but tickle an attacker." "It will do a hell of a lot more if you aim in the right place, and I do. Are you accurate enough to do damage with something that small?" Dannie shot back, irritated despite expecting it. Carlos shook his head sharply at the scowling pair before Yuri could continue the verbal battle. "Enough." As much as it annoyed her to do so, Dannie obeyed the steely order, vaguely wondering just how she"d managed to end up as subordinate to the dark man as the others were. Carlos flicked his eyes between Yuri and Dannie as if daring either of them to speak again. Then he nodded to himself, and reached back to draw one of his pistols from its holster and held it out to Dannie. She took it gingerly, forcing herself to hide her apprehension. The 9 mm handgun was definitely larger than her little Bodyguard. That hadn"t been all that much bigger than her palm, but this... this had some heft to it. She double checked that the safety was on, and then released the clip to check how many rounds were left. Satisfied that she had more than half a clip left, she shoved it back in smoothly, and then gripped the weapon properly with her right hand ready to squeeze the trigger, but not too close for the safety of those around her. Finally relatively comfortable with the larger handgun, she looked up to find all three men studying her with a considering air. She swallowed, a little unnerved by the attention, but then straightened her shoulders and stared back. "Extra clips?" she asked with as forced smile. Carlos pulled a couple from one of the many pockets on his ammo belt, and handed them to her. Dannie shoved one into each of her skirt pockets carefully, hoping they"d actually stay in. Her pockets weren"t exactly intended to hold anything like this after all. Fairly certain she wouldn"t need to hold anything else now, she wrapped her empty left hand around the bottom of the 9 mm and her right hand, steadying the unfamiliar weight as she"d been taught. Dannie was all too aware that after a while she"d need that extra steadiness. Even the recoil on her little Bodyguard was hell on her tiny wrists after a while. The 9 mm was probably going to hurt. So be it. It was sure as hell better than being unarmed. She took a deep breath and then lifted her eyes to the men again. Yuri didn"t look all that convinced, but Nicholai seemed grudgingly respectful at her competent handling on the weapon thus far. "Alright then. Hold your fire unless you"re sure of a kill shot. We"ll need to save ammo," Carlos said gruffly, his eyes proud though the rest of his face was carefully schooled into impassiveness. Dannie just nodded, encouraged by his words, though she didn"t bother to say so. "Let"s move out. Yuri on our 6, Nicholai and Dannie take the center. I"ll take point." Carlos paused for only a moment by Taka"s body, a solemn look on his face. He muttered something under his breath than almost sounded like an apology, but then leaned down to take the fallen man"s dog tags and refill his own pouches with as much of Taka"s ammo as he could hold. Yuri ground his teeth behind her, but as he and Nicholai passed the body, they did the same. Dannie didn"t have room to carry anything else, but she thought a prayer for him as she passed, though she found she couldn"t actually stand to look at his mutilated body again. Once had been more than enough, and they didn"t have time for her to be sick again. Her head cocked to the side as the now familiar moaning began to fill her hearing. Now they really didn"t have time. The men picked up their pace to a slow jog as they trekked through the back alleys and side streets, barely pausing to gun down the scattered groups of infected they encountered. Dannie gritted her teeth and forced herself to keep up. She hadn"t needed to fire yet; the men"s automatic weapons could drop the infected at a farther distance and with a hell of a lot more speed than her pistol. She just held on and waited; with the way the night had gone so far, there was no doubt she"d need the weapon eventually. The team ducked across a larger street and the moaning grew to a roar. Dannie had only a moment to look, but the sheer number of infected filling the streets had her nearly faltering from absolute fear. Yuri was at her back though, a hand on her shoulder shoving her forward before she could stumble to a halt. "Keep moving!" he ordered, and she snapped back to the present, forcing the panic down with a nod to him over her shoulder. Yuri dropped back into the tail guard position, and as the hoards began to pour down the alley behind them at that painful shuffling run, Nicholai dropped back behind to join him. Carlos turned half to look as the trailing men opened fire, both of them forced to slow to a careful backwards march as they aimed and fired. Their leader slowed too, boxing Dannie back in between them with a bare glance. She now turned her gaze back and forth to either side, keeping track of anything threat that might come from that direction to take her men the way Phil had been taken. She too finally opened fire, the 9 mm bucking into life in her hands as they passed a small cul de sac with a trio of infected shuffling their way. Despite the pain that caused her to grimace at the much stronger kick of the heavy pistol, her aim was true, and each infected dropped with a bullet to the head. She allowed herself to think for a brief moment that her brother would have been proud, but then she had to move again as Yuri and Nicholai almost drew abreast of her, still firing steadily to the rear. Dannie began to wonder vaguely where the hell they were going to go with infected at every turn, but then the sound of squealing tires and gun fire began to echo ahead of them, and she guessed Carlos was likely making his way to that sign of other armed survivors. Voices crackled from the damaged radio in their leader"s vest, a garbled message of something about "rendezvous" and "secure against" coming through, though she couldn"t be quite sure of what she was hearing in the din of gunfire and infected. Carlos seemed to, though; his steps quickened after he heard the message, and he shouted back an order to the men to double time it. They abandoned their attack on the few infected left behind them and began to run with Dannie keeping as close to Carlos"s heels as she dared. Flashing red and blue lights flickered at the alley entrance, and the team burst out onto a busy street into sheer chaos. Carlos immediately opened fire down the street with Nicholai kneeling at his side, his gun blazing too. Yuri turned back to face the alley again, covering their rear against any attack from that end.',
    'and remembered the incident the night before. They were probably wondering who he had a crush on. Edward wished that some squirrel scouts had been at marshmallow night; then he wouldn"t have to put up with scouts thinking he was gay. The fact that it was, however, true stung like poison oak. His determined pose began to shrink under their stares. He went from standing tall, chest stuck out- to hunched over, glaring at the ground. The path to Jelly cabin seemed to drag on, and by the time he had reached its door, he was practically crawling. "Hey Edward!" Lazlo said, opening the door before Edward got the chance to work up the courage to knock. "It"s so nice of you to visit!" Edward tried to think of something to say. Lazlo seemed to be dressed in a series of cardboard boxes. "Um....hey Laz-" Lazlo interrupted him. "Do you wanna play "Knights of the Round Table" with us?" Lazlo chirped in. "Huzzah!\' Said Clam from somewhere inside the cabin. "Listen Lazlo, I need to talk to you in private..." "There"s no secrets between friends." Lazlo said, smiling. Edward hated that smile for all the reasons he hated Lazlo. Anger bubbled up inside him. "Why does he always have to make this harder for me!? Why?" "Laaazlooo!\' He yelled angrily, shaking his fist at Lazlo. "When I say "private", I mean private!" "But..." "No buts! I didn"t walk all the way here from Nurse Leslie"s office for buts!" His reddening face seemed to make Lazlo suddenly concerned. "Edward, relax. Whatever"s bothering you, I"m sure we can talk about it..." Edward cut him off. "That"s what I wanna talk to you about..." "Maybe he needs Biryani Rice! I always feel cranky "till I"ve had Biryani Rice!" Raj interrupted. "Huzzah!" Clam repeated. Edward turned on them, the fires of hell burning in his eyes. "Shut up, both of you!" Raj took a step to the side, putting Clam between him and the angry platypus. At this moment, Lazlo had no idea what was making Edward so testy, but he remembered his parents telling him that people acted mad when they were unhappy. It was pretty much this thought that drove Lazlo to pestering people like Edward and scoutmaster Lumpus. He couldn"t stand the thought of anyone being unhappy; and right now, Edward must be really unhappy. Or, at least, that was how his thoughts ran as he watched Edward. Lazlo put a hand on his shoulder. "Edward..." He said, cooing like he was talking to a child. "I know a yoga move that can help you." Edward had been glaring at Lazlo"s hand on his shoulder up to that moment. He looked up as Lazlo"s words reached his ears: stupid, ridiculous words. The anger that had been piling up inside him suddenly sloshed to his knees, leaving him feeling empty. Lazlo got the feeling his suggestion was denied. "Or you could just... talk about your feelings..?" He hesitated for a second, wondering if Edward was about to say something. When no words came, he continued trying to egg Edward on. "It"d make you feel better..." "I hate you." It was hardly even a whisper. The sound of Edward"s voice was even lower than the floorboards" constant creaks, but it cut through the air like a hot knife through butter. Edward didn"t even look up as he said it, his gaze was resting on Lazlo"s black shoes. He wasn"t angry; he felt... detached. He couldn"t even feel the ground under his feet. He tried to gather up all the rage that Lazlo dispersed just to feel in control again. "I hate you, Lazlo! I hate your smile, I hate the way your so frikkin" happy all the time...!" He advanced towards Lazlo. Lazlo took a few steps back as the words Edward said dawned on him. "I hate the way everyone likes you, even though they know you"re an idiot! I hate the way I can"t tell where your shoes end and your pants start!" Edward looked up, because the shoes where mocking him, and right into Lazlo"s eyes. The monkey had backed up right up against the wall now. "I hate your cockamamie definition of fun! I hate the way you always win! I hate that you think I"m a nice person, and I absolutely hate the fact that I"m in love with you!!" Lazlo was right, he did feel better now that he had said it. But only for a few seconds. As Lazlo"s expression turned to one of pure shock, he realized that he had said it. Sure, that was what he meant to do, but now everyone was staring at him. He blushed, embarrassed, and ran out of the cabin before anyone could say anything. Later that day, Lazlo was walking around camp. He wasn"t going anywhere, he just wanted to clear his head. His two friends trailed after him silently. They didn"t say anything- they could tell he was thinking hard about the situation at hand. They both had their own prediction of what conclusion Lazlo"d reach, so they waited... Eventually, Lazlo stopped walking. He turned, and finally voiced his opinion. "Poor Edward." He said, looking toward Pinto cabin where Edward had locked himself in. Skip and Chip were sitting on the doorstep, looking glum. They were wondering where they would sleep that night. "Poor Edward?" echoed Raj in disbelief. "What about poor you!? First he yells at you, and then he declares his undying love for you!" In Raj"s point of view, the latter was worse. "Undying?" Lazlo felt his anxiety escalate. "He didn"t say undying. Did he?" "It"s what we presume..." Raj replied solemnly. Well, then this was more serious than Lazlo had previously thought! Drastic measures were going to have to be taken. He didn"t know a thing about love. Of course, romance was out of his league, but he had to do something to cheer Edward up. "I know what to do!" He said. "Let him down easy?" Asked Raj Lazlo laughed, thinking what Raj said was a joke. "Of course not! I was going to ask him out on a date!" "What?! Why?" "That"s what people who are in love do! Right?" "But you- you"re not in love with him!" The elephant"s eyes suddenly widened. "Are you?" "I don"t know. I"ve never been in love before- have you?" "No." Raj answered back. Clam, who was walking silently beside the two, decided to hold up his side of conversation "I have!" Lazlo was intrigued. "What"s it feel like?" "Bubbly." Lazlo didn"t understand a lot of things. Romance was one of those things, so was hate. He did understand door knocking, but only to a certain point. He didn"t know that at some point you had to stop. Bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok... Inside the cabin, Edward pulled the blanket on his bed over his head, trying muffle out the barrage of knocks. He knew who it was. "Go away, Lazlo!" Bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok..... He opened the door and glared at his oppressor. "What? What do you want?!" Lazlo"s face was so cheerful that it should"ve been printed out on a hippie van against a backdrop of flowers and peace signs. Edward had to squint to look at him. "Let"s go on a date!" Lazlo said, giggling. Edward slammed the door. Bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok bok... Edward opened the door, and growled, "You"re mocking me, aren"t you?" "I"m serious." Lazlo replied. Edward wanted to yell "no" but he couldn"t. He opened his mouth to try again. Nothing. He hated himself for being such a slave to his emotions. After a pause, he said "I"ll think about it.", and shut the door silently. He leaned on the door and sighed. "Let"s go on a date!\'? Seriously? That wasn"t even a question! How was he supposed to reply to that? A date? Sure, he"d go if he wanted to be mortified for the rest of his life! But, then again, he"d never been on a date before...no! Never! Lazlo was the reason he was hiding in here in the first place! "I just can"t believe you!" A voice close to him said. Author"s note: gasp! A cliffhanger! the next parts lame though ... "I just can"t believe you!" A voice suddenly said. Edward whipped around, looking for the source of the voice, ready to pound whoever it was who had sneaked into his room. "...Turning down that cute hunk of monkey!" His jaw dropped. It was his doll; Veronica! And, not only that, but she was talking! Okaaay, he must had just stepped into the twilight zone; "The place where normal things don"t happen very often". Sure, Veronica was his emotional support, and he talked to her a lot, but he never expected her to talk back. She talked in an annoying tone of voice, the type common among teenage girls. It made you want to hit her. She stood up, looked right at him with her little plastic hands resting on her hips, and continued her speech. "I mean, like, don"t you want to be happy?" Edward picked her up. "Happy?" He repeated, confused. She gave him a meaningful look with one of her eyebrows raised. "Duh! Yeah! You"re always complainin" to me about how depressed you are, but you never do anything about it!" Edward couldn"t believe his own doll was dissin" him! "I want you to be happy," She said. "You know you love him, so give him a chance..." and, as though she felt her time of being able to talk and move running out, she blurted out, "And buy a Ben doll; I deserve love, too!" And then she was back to normal, and reality settled its warm fuzzy blanket around the world again. Whether it was just a hallucination induced by a repressed subconscience or had actually happened, there was only one thing left for Edward to do... Lazlo sat on the steps of Pinto cabin, leaning on the door and staring at the sky. There"s a danger to leaning on doors, but Lazlo was leaning on this one on purpose, since he didn"t want to miss it when it opened. It did. Lazlo nearly fell backwards into the cabin but Edward had his weight on the door so he didn"t fall all the way in. Edward glared at Lazlo for his stupidity. Lazlo smiled back. Edward sighed, his glare fading. "Fine." "Fine?" "I"ll go out... with you." He said through gritted teeth. "Really? Oh." Lazlo got up, excited. "Ok! I"ll pick you up at eight. Wear something nice!" He commanded nonchalantly, which was something only Lazlo and children"s show hosts could do. Pick me up? Edward thought. "Wait! Where are you takin" me?!" He tried to yell out, but Lazlo had already hopped, skipped, and jumped across the camp and out of earshot. Edward leaned his head on the doorframe and tried not to think about what the other campers would think. He felt defeated and sort of relieved. He came to believe that he would have to leave whatever happened next to chance, and just hope that Veronica was right. He"d never packed for this. He never thought to himself, Hey! I"d better pack something nice, in case a monkey asks me out to dinner! No, he didn"t! Why didn"t he!? He threw a pair of shorts across the room at Skip and Chip, who, for some reason or another, he had let in. Skip put the shorts on his head like a hat. "Look, I"m Edward!" He said to his brother, who laughed. What did Lazlo expect him to wear anyhow? A suit? A dress? Well... he did have a dress (don"t ask), but he wasn"t planning on letting anyone see him in it anytime soon. He didn"t have a suit. He had a Scab Zombies t-shirt, but what would that say? And... And why did he care what Lazlo would think?! The guy did a gymnastics routine in a sunflower suit, for heavens sake! He wasn"t in any position to judge. Some shorts, after he"d wrestled them off Skip, and a sleeveless t-shirt that was what he ended up wearing. It was good enough, and it wasn"t like Lazlo would find anything better... There was a knock at the door. Lazlo stood in the entrance, grinning. He was wearing a suit. He looked hot! Edward looked down at his shoes, feeling suddenly scruffy by comparison. Lazlo got the feeling that Edward was mad at him. "I like your shirt." He said in effort to lighten the mood. It didn"t really work, but it was enough to get Edward out the door. "So, where are you takin" me?" Edward asked, feeling like he was being taken hostage. In a way, he was. Lazlo had a death grip on his arm. Lazlo put his index finger to his lips and went shhh. He grabbed Edward"s hand and dragged him through the woods. The path they were on took them to a clearing. It wasn"t a particularly interesting clearing; although it had a stump right in the middle of it. Someone had draped it with a checkered tablecloth and thus, with very little effort, the clearing was transformed into a posh restaurant. Standing next to the stump was Raj, looking uncomfortable in a tux. "Please wait to be seated!" He demanded rather than asked politely. Edward felt a cold shiver down his back as he looked at the stump again. One of Lumpus"s scented bath candles had been pilfered to decorate it. Clam was a little ways off to the side, next to a large pot, dressed like a cook. This wasn"t a date; it was a game! It was a frikkin" pretend date! He shot Lazlo a look of simmering contempt. Lazlo didn"t seem to notice, for he was busy smiling at his own handy work. It took a lot of asking around to find out what a date was like, since very few Bean Scouts had experienced one. He pulled up a "chair for his date. Edward pushed him away. "Don"t bother; its a log!" He sat on the aformentioned log with a huff. Lazlo quietly took his seat on the opposite side of the stump. Raj handed them menus. They were just pieces of paper with the word, "soup" scrawled on in an erratic handwriting that one could only guess as belonging to Clam. Edward growled at the lack of choices. After a few seconds, he decided that he"d just have to swallow whatever Clam the cook was stirring up. Ew! Raj came back with a notebook. "May I take your order?" He twittered. Edward crumpled the menu up into a ball and flung it at the elephant"s head. "Fine! I"ll take the soup!" This small act of violence rested his soul a bit. Raj grinned nervously, trying hard to be polite for Lazlo"s sake. Lazlo looked at his menu, cupped his chin in his hand, and went, "Hmmm..." Edward seethed. He tapped his fingers on the stump and waited. Finally he burst out, "There"s only one thing on the menu, Lazlo, pick it!" Lazlo giggled. It wasn"t that he was stupid and didn"t notice that the menu lacked any real choices, it was just that Lazlo thought pouring over a menu was an essential part of a "going to a posh restaurant" experience. Either way, he ordered the soup. Raj carefully wrote down their orders with a somewhat obsessive-compulsive attention to spelling (one could only double check the spelling of the word "soup" so many times...) and took the order to the cook. The cook, Clam, promptly took the paper and dropped it into the cooking pot, giving it a good stir. "This is crazy!" Raj hissed. Clam stared at his own cooking. Raj hadn"t ever judged his cooking abilities before. "I meant this date!" Raj quickly corrected after seeing that look of dismay on Clam"s face. Clam nodded, then shrugged. He poured out two bowls of soup and handed them to Raj. Unlike Raj, he didn"t believe that it was his place to judge their enigmatic leader. Back at the table, Edward had already decided to take out his rage on the service. He grinned sneakily when Raj came back with the soup, deciding that he had always wanted to try what he was thinking about doing... He took some lint out of his pocket and dropped it into the soup when no one was looking. He took a deep breath and declared, "Oh Maître D"! There"s a fly in my soup!" "Where?" Exclaimed Raj, leaning over the soup. "Right there!" Edward yelled, pushing him in. It wasn"t what he was planning to do in the first place, but seeing Raj lean over the soup like that was too big a chance to resist. That, and the fact that he messed up the first line of the joke. Raj slowly lifted his head out of the soup. He was mad. He was so mad that Dumbo"s mother attacking circus visitors and dropping the ringmaster into a barrel had nothing on him. "I"ll kill him!" He raged. Both Lazlo and Clam had to hold him back. "You can"t kill him, Raj!" Lazlo said, trying his hardest to seem calm. "And why not?!" "Because you"re a gentle, peace loving guy." He explained. And, oddly enough, Lazlo believed this with all his heart... "Wuss!" Barked Clam, although he also believed this with all his heart. Raj calmed down. They were right, of course. Edward could take him any day and he wasn"t up to having a fight. Clam took his hand and led him back to the pot, which had now become Clam"s personal cauldron of weird concoctions. "Make soufflé, make soufflé!" He yelled, repeating it ecstatically. Lazlo sat back in his chair. "That wasn"t very nice, Edward..." Despite the fact that he believed that he was guiltless, Edward found himself looking at his feet. "I was bored!" he retaliated. "This so-called-date is boring, Lazlo! It sucks..." "Oh." Lazlo"s pupils dilated with understanding. "Dates aren"t as fun as stagecoach robberies, are they?" Edward didn"t have anything to say to that. "I don"t really know that much about dates..." continued Lazlo. "I asked everyone I know, too. Nobody here knows anything about them." "That"s "cuz everyone here"s antisocial loners!" Edward said. And, like how both Clam and Lazlo believed that Raj was gentle and peace-loving, Edward believed his statement with all of his heart. Lazlo smiled at him, and Edward had to look away. He had always found the monkey"s smile unnerving. Lazlo tried lean back into his line of vision. "What"s a real date like, Edward?" He asked. "Umm..." Edward blushed. "What makes you think that I know about dates?..." ""Cuz you"re so smart, Edward!" Lazlo said, giggling. Encouraged by this, Edward blurted out the only single thing he knew about dates. "Well, my brother said that they start with dancing and end with sex..." He said this with nearly no expression on his face. He knew he"d regret it as soon as he said it. He tried to avoid looking at Lazlo"s face so he won"t blush again. He glanced up. To his surprise, Lazlo seemed pretty mellow. "What"s sex?" Lazlo asked suddenly. Edward fell off his log. "Well, there goes our relationship!" He snapped. The last thing Edward said didn"t make much sense to Lazlo, so he promptly erased it from his mind, but something in the sentence before that one agreed with the happy-go-lucky primate... He got out of his seat, walked to Edward"s side of the table, leaned down, grabbed the younger boy"s hand, and pulled him up. "What kind of dance?" "Guh?" Edward didn"t hear him since he was too shocked. One minute he was on the ground and the next minute his head was buried in Lazlo"s shoulder. He pushed Lazlo away to a safe, manly distance, but he was still too close, and Lazlo was holding onto his hand. "What kind of dance?" Lazlo repeated. "I dunno..." He tried to remember things about dates. Things he"d seen on TV. "The waltz, I think..." and because he didn"t like to seem uncertain in front of someone who thought he was smart, he added, "Yeah, that!" Lazlo"s smile, if possible, grew wider. Lazlo liked dancing. He knew there was something missing with this date thing, and that must"ve been it. Granted, he preferred the robot to the waltz, but the waltz was one of those dances you could dance with someone. He took a step closer to Edward while trying to remember how it went. One of his hands was already entwined with the little platypus"s he put his other had on the boy"s waist, ignoring Edward"s sharp intake of breath. Lazlo started leading Edward around the clearing in small, lazy circles. Edward stumbled along. "I didn"t mean we should dance!" He protested. Lazlo continued to ignore him. "Someone will see us, Lazlo!" He raged. "And..." Lazlo twirled him. Edward growled under his breath, trying to regain his posture. It would be hard to explain a difficult concept like embarrassment to Lazlo. He tried to calm down. It really wasn"t so bad. Dancing. Even if he wasn"t really good at it. Yet something nagged at him. "Lazlo?" "Hmmm?" "Why are you doing this?" "Because you said danci-" "Not that! This date!" "Umm..." Lazlo tried to think back to earlier that day. "It seemed a good idea at the time" didn"t sound like the answer Edward was expecting. "So you"d be happy!" He answered truthfully. Edward"s face went from crème to beet red. "It"s not like I"m your friend or anything..." "It"s okay, I like you!" Lazlo said, grinning. If Edward blushed any harder his head would"ve exploded. Again. Lazlo continued talking, taking a dangerous road. "And you said you liked me!" After a moment of consideration, he corrected himself. "You said you lov-" (Edward coughed, embarrassed) "-ed me. That makes us friends, right?" "Well..." Frankly, Edward didn"t really know what that made them. He hoped it wasn"t friends. He also didn"t want to say that he didn"t know... He decided to throw in a random guess. He stood on his tiptoes. "Not really..." He continued, "It sorta makes us..." Lazlo didn"t get to hear the rest, because Edward"s lips were on his. If anyone is wondering where our overtly cautious pink elephant and beloved albino pygmy rhino were at this moment, here is your answer. Back when Lazlo and Edward were discussing the intricacies of a date, Clam and Raj where walking back to get Clam"s pot when, suddenly, a bear (the very same bear that Lazlo once brought back to camp) jumped out of the bushes! Wowed by the scent of Clam"s cooking, it grabbed the pot and ran. Clam took chase, because that pot was one of Clam"s most prized possessions along with the nose hair trimmer that Lazlo gave him and his toaster. Raj followed, panicking from a safe distance. He didn"t know what he"d tell Lazlo if he ever lost Clam again.',
]
embeddings = model.encode(sentences)
print(embeddings.shape)
# [3, 768]

# Get the similarity scores for the embeddings
similarities = model.similarity(embeddings, embeddings)
print(similarities)
# tensor([[1.0000, 0.8981, 0.7103],
#         [0.8981, 1.0000, 0.7707],
#         [0.7103, 0.7707, 1.0000]])

Evaluation

Metrics

Binary Classification

• Dataset: lovesit
• Evaluated with BinaryClassificationEvaluator

Metric	Value
cosine_accuracy	0.8326
cosine_accuracy_threshold	0.7511
cosine_f1	0.8303
cosine_f1_threshold	0.728
cosine_precision	0.8255
cosine_recall	0.8352
cosine_ap	0.9171
cosine_mcc	0.6618

Training Details

Training Dataset

Unnamed Dataset

• Size: 341,835 training samples
• Columns: sentence_A, sentence_B, and label
• Approximate statistics based on the first 1000 samples:

  	sentence_A	sentence_B	label
  type	string	string	int
  details	min: 5 tokens mean: 3862.54 tokens max: 8192 tokens	min: 4 tokens mean: 3853.34 tokens max: 8192 tokens	0: ~49.00% 1: ~51.00%

• Samples:

  sentence_A	sentence_B	label
  He will not voice it, but after Joseph"s little stunt with the gun on the cliffs, he is wary that she is on a similar path, and she disappears so often that the fear that she will be dead the next time he manages to find her is pervasive. Relief floods him when her lips quirk (not truly a smile, but he will take it over the blank, dead gaze), slender fingers lifting to straighten the crooked knot of his tie. From there, they smooth over the lapels of his vest, removing wrinkles and dust as best as they can. He reciprocates by plucking bits of concrete and plaster out of her hair, combing the soft locks over her shoulders. It has grown in her years with the K.C.P.D. When she had joined, one of many rookies, she had worn it in a short, choppy bob, but, due to her self-professed dislike of hair salons, it now grazes the top of her breasts, waved due to the bun it had been it hours before. She huffs at him when he gives the ends a gentle tug, brow furrowing in mock irritation. He cannot pi...	AN 2: Hey, y"all. I was originally going to publish this Fic as a One-Shot, but I have decided to split it into two chapters. I will start writing chapter two of this FanFic tomorrow. I"ll get back to writing my Attack On Titan: Lovers United: Mikasa x Ymir x Historia FanFic soon. I"ll have chapter four of Attack On Titan: Lovers United: Mikasa x Ymir x Historia either tomorrow or the day after that. I"ll have the second chapter of this Fic out sometime tomorrow. I promise that the second and final chapter will be longer than this first chapter and it have both plenty of smut and plot. I did add an OC character for the second and final chapter. If I have had made mistakes in this chapter, please let me in a review and I"ll gladly fix them. I thank y"all for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following all of my work. As always please read and review. Until next time. AN 3: Edit: I have edited this first chapter somewhat from the original version. If I have had made mistakes in this ch...	0
  Man meet some GPE from GPE, it was tight one was fine and the other wasn't. Man dat would be cool if they went to our schools. Should of got her digits cuz you know. But yeah Chu Preach	Wut up ORG and Females? Well thinkin bout changing my nickname from Da WORK_OF_ART cuz dat sounds better and im not copying the ORG guy Da PERSON. If anyone is asking why I call myself this. its because I im the Human Beatboxer of GPE. Hella people think so and thats what I love to do. Can you dig it? Well waiting for tommorrow so i can chill wit PERSON haven't talked to her in hella long. PERSON bout changin the song again for like the ORDINAL or ORDINAL time shit. Man DATE was tight. Me and PERSON were boxing DATE. Then we played hit for hit all over our body besides our face. My sides are hurting hella. GPE's mad at me and there's nothin I can do bout it. She wont even talk to me or ORG. That shits hella gay, she's like a little sister to me. PERSON out Da Scientist	1
  "So what? I should just let NTAC deal with this?" Shawn spat angrily "Trust you to find him? Cause we all know how much you cared for the guy!" "Hey! That"s enough!" Tom yelled back, rising to his feet "You think I don"t want to find this guy? I do! And more than anything I want this guy to be Jordan Collier! In case you forgot, my son, your cousin, is about to stand trial for killing this guy - and if he"s alive than that trial is never going to happen! They can"t charge Kyle for killing a man that is still alive..." Shawn bowed his head, his anger evaporating. He didn"t think about that, about what this could mean for Kyle. He felt embarrassed for going off on Tom like that. He opened his mouth to apologized but Tom just placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing slightly, letting him know that he understood. "Besides" Tom continued a few moments later, his tone calm again "People would just get freaked out. You think the see you as a cult now? Wait until they hear that you have your v...	A muscle twitched, and his face became alive with delight, in his typically mercurial manner. Rose always found those moments a little scary. "Let"s go!" "Go?" Rose asked, the noise of outside turning into an explosive din. What was it that that programme had said? Oh yes, that in Roman times, Vesuvius took more than a day to erupt. Oh great. "Go where?" "Where else? the Doctor said. "To the source of this deranged history." To find the point-source around which the changes revolved in a growing sphere. "Deranged? That," pointing to the closed door, beyond which was a landscape tearing itself apart, "is deranged! Is that all?" Some days, his sense of understatement was overwhelming. "I think that that"s a lot more than just "deranged"!" "You should"ve seen the War. Ah be thankful you didn"t," as he reset the tardis space-time coordinates. And the tardis moved, fading from existence in the physical world as it the tardis began movement more purely in the timestream. "Where"re we going?"...	0

• Loss: CoSENTLoss with these parameters:

  {
      "scale": 20.0,
      "similarity_fct": "pairwise_cos_sim"
  }
  

Evaluation Dataset

Unnamed Dataset

• Size: 3,453 evaluation samples
• Columns: sentence_A, sentence_B, and label
• Approximate statistics based on the first 1000 samples:

  	sentence_A	sentence_B	label
  type	string	string	int
  details	min: 9 tokens mean: 3914.15 tokens max: 8192 tokens	min: 5 tokens mean: 3932.44 tokens max: 8192 tokens	0: ~50.80% 1: ~49.20%

• Samples:

  sentence_A	sentence_B	label
  This afternoon ended up not being the productive goals that I was hoping it would be. Sure I got some things done: minor things (like writing a letter to my representative for the General Assembly), inspiring things (like meeting good friends for lunch and catching up with folks), and generally uninteresting things (that end up not being worth mentioning, hence uninteresting). But then there were several things I should have gotten done and been more responsible. I didn't make it to a special lecture or meeting with a potential candidate to be in our geology department. And far worse, I completely forgot to go teach first graders this afternoon with a geology lesson on volcanoes... I even had things planned for this afternoon without even remembering that we had set this up two weeks ago. So much for scheduling far in advance... much better for me to plan the day before! It's definitely a moment of feeling like a complete heel and disappointing twenty kids, their tea...	Voila.	1
  "You"re needed in the village" Airini explains. "It"s urgent. The other huskers told me to come fetch you right away" she says, and Moana glances up towards the village, trying to see if she can make out the problem from where she stands on the shore. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, so Moana blinks, exchanges a glance with Maui before turning back to face Airini. "Okay," Moana says. "Lead the way" Airini nods a wordless response, and without another word, turns and begins sprinting back to the village just as urgently as she had when she approached them. Shooting an apologetic shrug towards Maui, Moana sprints off after Airini to follow her back to the village. Much to Moana"s surprise, when she and Airini make their way back to the village, instead of continuing straight on to the center, Airini takes a sharp turn and leads her to one of the coconut groves, where a large group of people are huddled in a group waiting for her. "Chief Moana," one of them speaks up, even if she"s not ...	"Relax," He cuts her off. "I know you hate it in here anyway." He offers His hand to her, the same hand that caressed her cheeks just minutes ago. "C"mon." She shuffles, grabbing a jacket (which looks like something owned by her mum, now that she thinks about it) and putting on her slippers. She takes His hand, knowing that this will be in the context of "business." He smiles as Joan does her best to tiptoe and reduce the scuffling sounds that her feet make, especially since His rubber shoes are just making soft squeaks. "Hold on to me," He instructs her, "I wouldn"t want to lose you." She blushes as He tightens His grip. Soon they"re on the street outside the hospital, holding hands. Joan wraps her jacket tightly around her hospital gown with her free hand, shivering from the cool early morning wind. He chuckles. "Yeah yeah, but I was in a hurry, okay?" Joan looks pointedly at Him. She hates it when He"s amused at her expense. "You didn"t let me change!" "Why are you always in a hurry...	0
  I then grouped with Alpha and Joe as the first group to run. "Ready? Go!" I started off with my normal running pace, which wasn"t too fast or slow, but just fast enough to keep me running for a while. I seemed to be doing well seeing as how I couldn"t see anybody behind me as I ran. Right when I finished my first lap, I saw the next group prepare to start running. It wasn"t until I reached the 200 meter mark of my second lap did I hear footsteps approaching me from behind. Taking a quick glance back, I saw Alpha"s feet quickly approaching mine. Not wanting to finish second, I then took a deep breath and sprinted the final 200 meters. As I passed the finish line, I looked back and saw Alpha and Joe side by side and a few paces behind. It took a few seconds for them to catch up and by the time they did, they were both breathing harder than I was. "Dang...where did you...get that speed?" They asked between breaths. "Well, I have been running for a while..." I replied, a little surprised m...	"He"s gorgeous and he"s good," said Hilda, petting the cat. "So, what"s up with Bobby?" asked Gio. "Volunteer work," said Hilda. "Unexpectedly, the team he coaches made it into the league finals and he wanted to stay with them. He hated to come away because the kids love him. They wanted him there." "Wow, dedicated," said Gio. "He chose coaching over your anniversary vacation?" "Yeah," said Hilda, sighing. "But, it"s not like our anniversary"s going anywhere, right?" "Come back anytime," said Gio. "You bet!" said Hilda. "After the baby comes." "How"s it going?" asked Gio. "Good." Hilda patted her stomach. "I hope to have a boy this time." Gio and Betty stared at her. "I mean, a boy that likes sports." "We"re staying at the Azalea Lodge," said Betty. "You know it?" "Of course," said Gio. "It"s the best kept secret on the island. I recommend it to everybody." He"d recommended it to Hilda and Bobby for their anniversary vacation. Hilda stepped back so she could wave at Gio, unseen by Bett...	0

• Loss: CoSENTLoss with these parameters:

  {
      "scale": 20.0,
      "similarity_fct": "pairwise_cos_sim"
  }
  

Training Hyperparameters

Non-Default Hyperparameters

• num_train_epochs: 2
• warmup_ratio: 0.1
• bf16: True
• optim: adamw_torch_8bit
• auto_find_batch_size: True

All Hyperparameters

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• overwrite_output_dir: False
• do_predict: False
• eval_strategy: no
• prediction_loss_only: True
• per_device_train_batch_size: 8
• per_device_eval_batch_size: 8
• per_gpu_train_batch_size: None
• per_gpu_eval_batch_size: None
• gradient_accumulation_steps: 1
• eval_accumulation_steps: None
• torch_empty_cache_steps: None
• learning_rate: 5e-05
• weight_decay: 0.0
• adam_beta1: 0.9
• adam_beta2: 0.999
• adam_epsilon: 1e-08
• max_grad_norm: 1.0
• num_train_epochs: 2
• max_steps: -1
• lr_scheduler_type: linear
• lr_scheduler_kwargs: {}
• warmup_ratio: 0.1
• warmup_steps: 0
• log_level: passive
• log_level_replica: warning
• log_on_each_node: True
• logging_nan_inf_filter: True
• save_safetensors: True
• save_on_each_node: False
• save_only_model: False
• restore_callback_states_from_checkpoint: False
• no_cuda: False
• use_cpu: False
• use_mps_device: False
• seed: 42
• data_seed: None
• jit_mode_eval: False
• use_ipex: False
• bf16: True
• fp16: False
• fp16_opt_level: O1
• half_precision_backend: auto
• bf16_full_eval: False
• fp16_full_eval: False
• tf32: None
• local_rank: 0
• ddp_backend: None
• tpu_num_cores: None
• tpu_metrics_debug: False
• debug: []
• dataloader_drop_last: False
• dataloader_num_workers: 0
• dataloader_prefetch_factor: None
• past_index: -1
• disable_tqdm: False
• remove_unused_columns: True
• label_names: None
• load_best_model_at_end: False
• ignore_data_skip: False
• fsdp: []
• fsdp_min_num_params: 0
• fsdp_config: {'min_num_params': 0, 'xla': False, 'xla_fsdp_v2': False, 'xla_fsdp_grad_ckpt': False}
• fsdp_transformer_layer_cls_to_wrap: None
• accelerator_config: {'split_batches': False, 'dispatch_batches': None, 'even_batches': True, 'use_seedable_sampler': True, 'non_blocking': False, 'gradient_accumulation_kwargs': None}
• deepspeed: None
• label_smoothing_factor: 0.0
• optim: adamw_torch_8bit
• optim_args: None
• adafactor: False
• group_by_length: False
• length_column_name: length
• ddp_find_unused_parameters: None
• ddp_bucket_cap_mb: None
• ddp_broadcast_buffers: False
• dataloader_pin_memory: True
• dataloader_persistent_workers: False
• skip_memory_metrics: True
• use_legacy_prediction_loop: False
• push_to_hub: False
• resume_from_checkpoint: None
• hub_model_id: None
• hub_strategy: every_save
• hub_private_repo: None
• hub_always_push: False
• hub_revision: None
• gradient_checkpointing: False
• gradient_checkpointing_kwargs: None
• include_inputs_for_metrics: False
• include_for_metrics: []
• eval_do_concat_batches: True
• fp16_backend: auto
• push_to_hub_model_id: None
• push_to_hub_organization: None
• mp_parameters:
• auto_find_batch_size: True
• full_determinism: False
• torchdynamo: None
• ray_scope: last
• ddp_timeout: 1800
• torch_compile: False
• torch_compile_backend: None
• torch_compile_mode: None
• include_tokens_per_second: False
• include_num_input_tokens_seen: False
• neftune_noise_alpha: None
• optim_target_modules: None
• batch_eval_metrics: False
• eval_on_start: False
• use_liger_kernel: False
• liger_kernel_config: None
• eval_use_gather_object: False
• average_tokens_across_devices: False
• prompts: None
• batch_sampler: batch_sampler
• multi_dataset_batch_sampler: proportional
• router_mapping: {}
• learning_rate_mapping: {}

Training Logs

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Epoch	Step	Training Loss	lovesit_cosine_ap
-1	-1	-	0.7464
0.0002	10	2.5944	-
0.0005	20	3.0134	-
0.0007	30	2.4561	-
0.0009	40	3.2699	-
0.0012	50	2.7196	-
0.0014	60	2.5453	-
0.0016	70	2.7383	-
0.0019	80	2.674	-
0.0021	90	2.6345	-
0.0023	100	2.4893	-
0.0026	110	2.6716	-
0.0028	120	2.5397	-
0.0030	130	2.8687	-
0.0033	140	3.1419	-
0.0035	150	2.6977	-
0.0037	160	2.589	-
0.0040	170	2.4039	-
0.0042	180	2.7016	-
0.0044	190	2.4409	-
0.0047	200	2.8417	-
0.0049	210	3.0504	-
0.0051	220	2.1664	-
0.0054	230	2.3988	-
0.0056	240	2.412	-
0.0059	250	2.4363	-
0.0061	260	2.4169	-
0.0063	270	2.6891	-
0.0066	280	2.253	-
0.0068	290	2.7243	-
0.0070	300	2.3624	-
0.0073	310	2.6422	-
0.0075	320	2.2467	-
0.0077	330	2.1035	-
0.0080	340	3.4653	-
0.0082	350	2.7597	-
0.0084	360	2.21	-
0.0087	370	2.3368	-
0.0089	380	2.7687	-
0.0091	390	2.1202	-
0.0094	400	2.2559	-
0.0096	410	2.5668	-
0.0098	420	2.2449	-
0.0101	430	2.5102	-
0.0103	440	2.3024	-
0.0105	450	1.9128	-
0.0108	460	2.7802	-
0.0110	470	2.5467	-
0.0112	480	2.485	-
0.0115	490	2.4132	-
0.0117	500	2.026	-
0.0119	510	1.7962	-
0.0122	520	2.1631	-
0.0124	530	2.606	-
0.0126	540	1.7712	-
0.0129	550	2.131	-
0.0131	560	2.3931	-
0.0133	570	1.7325	-
0.0136	580	1.7221	-
0.0138	590	1.7032	-
0.0140	600	2.1585	-
0.0143	610	1.7992	-
0.0145	620	2.0777	-
0.0147	630	2.0065	-
0.0150	640	2.1058	-
0.0152	650	2.3721	-
0.0154	660	2.5609	-
0.0157	670	2.211	-
0.0159	680	1.6896	-
0.0161	690	1.8308	-
0.0164	700	1.8719	-
0.0166	710	1.678	-
0.0168	720	1.1682	-
0.0171	730	1.8585	-
0.0173	740	1.3855	-
0.0176	750	2.0952	-
0.0178	760	1.7515	-
0.0180	770	1.7984	-
0.0183	780	1.171	-
0.0185	790	1.6282	-
0.0187	800	2.1993	-
0.0190	810	2.6197	-
0.0192	820	1.285	-
0.0194	830	2.4359	-
0.0197	840	2.0793	-
0.0199	850	2.8764	-
0.0201	860	1.8479	-
0.0204	870	1.5987	-
0.0206	880	1.8546	-
0.0208	890	2.19	-
0.0211	900	2.0776	-
0.0213	910	1.2847	-
0.0215	920	2.2733	-
0.0218	930	1.371	-
0.0220	940	1.9001	-
0.0222	950	1.6725	-
0.0225	960	1.9957	-
0.0227	970	1.7202	-
0.0229	980	1.8044	-
0.0232	990	2.7124	-
0.0234	1000	2.2954	-
0.0236	1010	1.7451	-
0.0239	1020	1.994	-
0.0241	1030	1.3109	-
0.0243	1040	1.5541	-
0.0246	1050	1.6881	-
0.0248	1060	1.5355	-
0.0250	1070	3.1951	-
0.0253	1080	2.517	-
0.0255	1090	1.7317	-
0.0257	1100	1.9851	-
0.0260	1110	1.662	-
0.0262	1120	2.1496	-
0.0264	1130	2.2939	-
0.0267	1140	1.6433	-
0.0269	1150	2.1053	-
0.0271	1160	1.5963	-
0.0274	1170	3.1886	-
0.0276	1180	2.7458	-
0.0278	1190	1.5274	-
0.0281	1200	1.3003	-
0.0283	1210	2.0501	-
0.0286	1220	2.1368	-
0.0288	1230	1.3593	-
0.0290	1240	1.0912	-
0.0293	1250	1.8123	-
0.0295	1260	1.5821	-
0.0297	1270	2.1497	-
0.0300	1280	1.6359	-
0.0302	1290	2.1896	-
0.0304	1300	1.9905	-
0.0307	1310	1.4126	-
0.0309	1320	1.7872	-
0.0311	1330	2.1109	-
0.0314	1340	1.5177	-
0.0316	1350	1.139	-
0.0318	1360	1.3178	-
0.0321	1370	0.8109	-
0.0323	1380	3.0068	-
0.0325	1390	1.274	-
0.0328	1400	1.8963	-
0.0330	1410	2.1892	-
0.0332	1420	1.1752	-
0.0335	1430	2.2408	-
0.0337	1440	2.0859	-
0.0339	1450	1.7681	-
0.0342	1460	1.0312	-
0.0344	1470	1.6119	-
0.0346	1480	1.6142	-
0.0349	1490	2.6026	-
0.0351	1500	2.1832	-
0.0353	1510	2.0458	-
0.0356	1520	0.9813	-
0.0358	1530	1.0634	-
0.0360	1540	1.5681	-
0.0363	1550	1.9862	-
0.0365	1560	1.9151	-
0.0367	1570	2.181	-
0.0370	1580	1.4365	-
0.0372	1590	1.6715	-
0.0374	1600	1.5889	-
0.0377	1610	1.4578	-
0.0379	1620	1.2027	-
0.0381	1630	2.4346	-
0.0384	1640	3.3239	-
0.0386	1650	1.6765	-
0.0388	1660	1.6883	-
0.0391	1670	0.8937	-
0.0393	1680	1.5563	-
0.0396	1690	1.6633	-
0.0398	1700	1.7766	-
0.0400	1710	1.6123	-
0.0403	1720	1.8609	-
0.0405	1730	0.7779	-
0.0407	1740	2.8699	-
0.0410	1750	1.8508	-
0.0412	1760	2.2949	-
0.0414	1770	2.0277	-
0.0417	1780	1.7269	-
0.0419	1790	1.1726	-
0.0421	1800	1.7918	-
0.0424	1810	0.9918	-
0.0426	1820	1.1583	-
0.0428	1830	2.5918	-
0.0431	1840	1.354	-
0.0433	1850	1.8126	-
0.0435	1860	1.3825	-
0.0438	1870	0.8482	-
0.0440	1880	0.7489	-
0.0442	1890	1.9131	-
0.0445	1900	2.0677	-
0.0447	1910	1.2127	-
0.0449	1920	1.873	-
0.0452	1930	0.8692	-
0.0454	1940	1.643	-
0.0456	1950	1.4945	-
0.0459	1960	1.0651	-
0.0461	1970	2.0009	-
0.0463	1980	2.144	-
0.0466	1990	1.6773	-
0.0468	2000	1.9916	-
0.0470	2010	2.3569	-
0.0473	2020	1.628	-
0.0475	2030	1.2181	-
0.0477	2040	1.7905	-
0.0480	2050	1.2707	-
0.0482	2060	1.4054	-
0.0484	2070	2.1218	-
0.0487	2080	2.4	-
0.0489	2090	1.4919	-
0.0491	2100	1.8333	-
0.0494	2110	2.5416	-
0.0496	2120	1.4399	-
0.0498	2130	0.6821	-
0.0501	2140	1.5239	-
0.0503	2150	1.7891	-
0.0505	2160	3.744	-
0.0508	2170	2.4568	-
0.0510	2180	1.9997	-
0.0513	2190	1.4689	-
0.0515	2200	2.0232	-
0.0517	2210	1.3668	-
0.0520	2220	1.388	-
0.0522	2230	1.107	-
0.0524	2240	2.1677	-
0.0527	2250	0.9338	-
0.0529	2260	1.2059	-
0.0531	2270	1.7474	-
0.0534	2280	1.9227	-
0.0536	2290	1.1135	-
0.0538	2300	0.9489	-
0.0541	2310	2.1237	-
0.0543	2320	1.9158	-
0.0545	2330	2.4958	-
0.0548	2340	2.1452	-
0.0550	2350	2.2819	-
0.0552	2360	1.3945	-
0.0555	2370	1.0067	-
0.0557	2380	0.9848	-
0.0559	2390	0.9342	-
0.0562	2400	1.6305	-
0.0564	2410	1.3791	-
0.0566	2420	2.8958	-
0.0569	2430	1.8013	-
0.0571	2440	1.2041	-
0.0573	2450	0.8088	-
0.0576	2460	1.2013	-
0.0578	2470	1.6354	-
0.0580	2480	0.4395	-
0.0583	2490	1.6076	-
0.0585	2500	1.5423	-
0.0587	2510	1.5253	-
0.0590	2520	0.9846	-
0.0592	2530	2.0164	-
0.0594	2540	1.3746	-
0.0597	2550	0.6048	-
0.0599	2560	1.968	-
0.0601	2570	2.322	-
0.0604	2580	1.998	-
0.0606	2590	1.7304	-
0.0608	2600	1.3635	-
0.0611	2610	1.9148	-
0.0613	2620	1.0855	-
0.0615	2630	2.1719	-
0.0618	2640	1.5434	-
-1	-1	-	0.9171

Framework Versions

• Python: 3.10.12
• Sentence Transformers: 5.0.0
• Transformers: 4.53.0
• PyTorch: 2.6.0
• Accelerate: 1.8.1
• Datasets: 3.6.0
• Tokenizers: 0.21.2

Citation

BibTeX

Sentence Transformers

@inproceedings{reimers-2019-sentence-bert,
    title = "Sentence-BERT: Sentence Embeddings using Siamese BERT-Networks",
    author = "Reimers, Nils and Gurevych, Iryna",
    booktitle = "Proceedings of the 2019 Conference on Empirical Methods in Natural Language Processing",
    month = "11",
    year = "2019",
    publisher = "Association for Computational Linguistics",
    url = "https://arxiv.org/abs/1908.10084",
}

CoSENTLoss

@online{kexuefm-8847,
    title={CoSENT: A more efficient sentence vector scheme than Sentence-BERT},
    author={Su Jianlin},
    year={2022},
    month={Jan},
    url={https://kexue.fm/archives/8847},
}