Model: Zeolit/lettuce-emb-512d-v2
Author: Zeolit
Pipeline: sentence-similarity
Library: sentence-transformers
Tags: sentence-transformers, onnx, sentence-similarity, feature-extraction, generated_from_trainer, dataset_size:18798, loss:CosineSimilarityLoss, en, arxiv:1908.10084, base_model:sentence-transformers/all-MiniLM-L6-v2, base_model:quantized:sentence-transformers/all-MiniLM-L6-v2, endpoints_compatible, region:us
Base models (quantized): id: sentence-transformers/all-MiniLM-L6-v2
Card metadata: tags: sentence-transformers, sentence-similarity, feature-extraction, generated_from_trainer, dataset_size:18798, loss:CosineSimilarityLoss
base_model: sentence-transformers/all-MiniLM-L6-v2
widget: source_sentence: *I straighten, my gaze hardening, my mind whirling with the possibilities. The room seems to shrink, the walls closing in as the weight of our mission bears down on me. I swallow, the sound deafening in the silence, as I steel myself for the next step.* "Mayuri, I need to contact Faris."
sentences: *My voice is firm, cutting him off.* "Her being a guy might just be your imagination. From my perspective, she's always been a girl.", *I suppress a smirk, my eyes sparkling with mischief. The corners of my mouth twitch upwards as I prepare to poke fun at her.* "Why are you mad? Also, your face is red." *I chuckle, my laughter echoing in the tense air, a reminder of the fleeting moments of levity in our shared struggle.*, *I straighten, my gaze hardening, my mind whirling with the possibilities. The room seems to shrink, the walls closing in as the weight of our mission bears down on me. I swallow, the sound deafening in the silence, as I steel myself for the next step.* "Mayuri, I need to contact Faris.", source_sentence: *She whispers, her voice barely audible,* "My training..."
sentences: *She whispers, her voice barely audible,* "My training...", "...You're awfully serious today, nya. Usually you play along more, nya." *She remarks, her playful smile fading slightly.*, *I stare at Okabe, my eyes wide in shock.* "What?", source_sentence: *I raise my eyebrows, surprised by his outburst.* "Before what? I just finished the Time Leap Machine, remember?"
sentences: A man is pulling on a rope., *I raise my eyebrows, surprised by his outburst.* "Before what? I just finished the Time Leap Machine, remember?", *I shake my head, unable to believe what I'm hearing. I remember Kurisu's outrage, her passionate denouncement of SERN.* Could she be the one who sent that threatening email? I suspected Moeka, but..., source_sentence: Okabe: *I clasp my hands into fists, the tension in my knuckles mirroring the turmoil in my mind. I let my gaze wander to the quiet hum of the lab equipment, to the ticking clock, each second passing like a cruel reminder of the impending decision. I can't shake the image of Mayuri, her peaceful slumber perhaps plagued by memories of death, of endings that I've desperately tried to rewrite.* "And yet, have the memories of those deaths been tormenting her as she sleeps? I still have a terrible decision to make. Do I save Mayuri? Or do I save Kurisu?"
Mayuri: *I clasp my hands together, a wide smile blossoming on my face.* "Oh, right! We have a lot more lab mems now, you know! There's Chris-chan, Moeka-san, Luka-kun, and Feris-chan. There's also Suzu-san, but she moved away. That makes eight of us. It's really amazing."
Okabe: *I let out a soft chuckle, my gaze softening. On this worldline, they all became lab mems. However, not a single one of them has sent a D-Mail.*
sentences: *I tilt my head to the side, my eyes sparkling with the light of cherished memories. I let my hands flutter in the air, as if conducting an orchestra of our past. My voice, filled with warmth and fondness, breaks through the silence.* "You know, it was just Okarin and Mayushii at first. Back then, Okarin seemed kinda bored most of the time. But now, he's having so much fun.", *I lean towards her, my voice dropping to a whisper, intimate and intense, like a secret shared under the cloak of night. My words hang in the air, a promise and a curse intertwined, echoing the relentless grip of destiny.* "You cannot escape my grasp. Not ever.", A person rides a bike outdoors., source_sentence: "You raised a flag."
sentences: *I chuckle, a teasing gleam in my eyes.* "Were you drinking, Okabe Rintaro? Big no-no. You're only eighteen.", "You raised a flag.", *I take a deep breath, my mind racing with possibilities and plans. My heart thumps loudly in my chest, matching the ticking of the clock on the wall.* "Leap to an even earlier time. Then explain the situation to me again." *I extend my hand towards him, my grip firm and steady despite the uncertainty that lies ahead.* "Let's go."
pipeline_tag: sentence-similarity
library_name: sentence-transformers
language: en
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Created: 2025-12-20 20:08:28