C:\Users\admin\models_bench\Ornith-1.5-9B-Q5_K_M.gguf · server http://erwing · run 2026-10-13 00:29:22 → 2026-10-13 01:01:14
OVERALL
Composite: 6.3 ✓ 8/8 tests
Speed (median): 23.6 tok/s
Thinking cost: 0 tokens · ≈0s · starved: none
RAW TEXT / CODE OUTPUTS
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fib.txt (152 bytes, full file beside this page)def fib(n):
if n < 0:
raise ValueError("n must be non-negative")
a, b = 0, 1
for _ in range(n):
a, b = b, a + b
return a reasoning.txt (116 bytes, full file beside this page)"All but 9 die" means that 9 sheep survive (the ones that are *not* among those that died). So **9 sheep are left.**
constraints.txt (269 bytes, full file beside this page)Rain falls steadily against the window, blurring the world outside into soft gray shapes. The pavement glistens underfoot, reflecting the muted light of the overcast sky. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rumbles, and the steady patter of droplets fills the quiet air.
json.txt (82 bytes, full file beside this page){"name": "Jordan Rivera", "age": 34, "hobbies": ["reading", "cycling", "cooking"]} creative.txt (522 bytes, full file beside this page)The station was quiet now. I'd been awake three days, rationing the last of the oxygen, listening for the thing that had gotten in.
It came from the airlock—a shape that shouldn't exist in a vacuum, too solid, too warm. It climbed the corridor, and I understood then that it wasn't hunting me.
It was checking.
The anomaly that had breached the station, the one the mission log flagged, moved slowly past the dead consoles and the frost. It paused at my door.
"Still here," it said.
The voice was unmistakably my own.
