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2 fiction conversations over 14 days (Nov 27, 2023 – Dec 12, 2023) 88% prompt uniqueness Texas, United States

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An IP address relates to the location of a user's computer or device, and a single person may have multiple IP addresses if they use different locations or networks. These IP addresses are grouped because the average embedding of each IP address's first turns (computed with all-MiniLM-L6-v2 sentence-transformer) has cosine similarity ≥ 0.85 and they share the same state (Texas). Groups are merged transitively—if A matches B and B matches C, all three are grouped even if A and C are below 0.85.

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Write a story about the following in the first person from my perspective. I'm a young guy in college. I'm visiting home. My little brother (a douchy high schooler) finds a magic wand and accidentally...

Write a story in the first person from my perspective about the following. I'm a skinny, pale, tall young guy with messy blond hair and an Americana taste in fashion. I want to get into an exclusive g...

Write this story in the first person from my perspective. I'm a young man (out of college) who works at an agency and dresses Americana. My CEO's douchy, rich kid, frat boy son (in college) is visitin...

Write a story about the following. I'm a young man with an Americana aesthetic. I'm skinny, have hair, no facial hair. My friend's chubby, bald, bearded, conservative boyfriend just broke up with her ...

I'm a young male secret agent. Write a story about me on a mission that involves me donning multiple disguises stolen from real people

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Write the following story. I'm an indie guy in college. My chemistry professor is guiding an experiment. He has me come to the front of the class to help him. Something goes wrong and we both pass out...

Write the following story. I'm a guy in college with an indie look. My roommate is a nerd and is working on a class project with his reluctant lab partner, a frat boy. The frat boy doesn't want to be ...

Write the following story. I'm a young man. There's a cowboy movie with a famous actor shooting in my town. I sneak on stage by sneaking on set, stealing a costume and wig and makeup, and getting on s...

Write the following story. I'm a guy in college with a skater aesthetic. My nerdy roommate designs a "normal" ray and accidentally shoots me with it. What happens to me, how do I change, how do I feel...

Write the following story. I'm a teenage boy in high school with a dark skater style. My friend invents a "normal" ray and points it at me and shoots it. What happens to me, how do I change, what is m...

Pairwise cosine similarities (1 pairs)

IP A	IP B	Similarity
`229826d2f222...`	`8bbb616c245b...`	0.926

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Nov 27, 2023

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2 conversations in cluster Cluster 1× “Write the following story. I'm a guy in college who lives in...” over 1 hour (Dec 7, 2023 – Dec 7, 2023), oldest first. Show: 10 15 50 100

Dec 7, 2023 at 9:16 PM CST — 1 turn United States, Texas fiction View full conversation

USER: Write the following story. I'm a guy in college who lives in a dorm with a male roommate who has alopecia and wears fake hair and eyebrows. I dress alt he dresses bookish. We both have locks on our closets because they came with the room. My roommate is out of town. While out on campus, somehow something happens which causes of my hair to fall out and ruins my outfit. I rush back to my dorm room but I somehow also lost the key to my closet. I notice my roommates closet key sitting on his desk. I open his closet and reluctantly trade my outfit for one of his. Then I notice his spare hair. I contemplate and decide to try it on. Unbeknownst to me it has some glue on the inside cap and it seals itself to my head when I put it on. I'm now stuck wearing my roommates hair and clothes.

CHATBOT: The crisp autumn air nipped at my skin as I strutted across campus, my alternative fashion turning heads as usual. Leather jacket adorned with patches, tight black jeans, and my hair--my signature mane of vibrant spikes--generated whispers and admiring glances. Life was normal, just another day at college. My roommate, Ethan, was the polar opposite of me. Suffering from alopecia, he had adapted to wearing fake hair and eyebrows, conjuring a bookish facade. His sweaters and khakis were as much his armor as my punk aesthetic was mine. Our locks on our respective closets, part of the standard dorm furnishing, held our secrets--my extensive wardrobe, his array of hairpieces and conservative outfits. Ethan was out of town at a conference, leaving me to roam our shared space alone. The day progressed uneventfully until the community science fair, where I volunteered to assist with chemistry demonstrations. All it took was an unforeseen chemical reaction, reminiscent of a cheesy B-movie rather than real life. A misguided mixture in a test tube gone rogue spewed its contents skyward, falling as a foul mist that wrested the color and life from my hair, leaving it brittle and dead in clumps on the ground. In a panic, I bolted for the dorm, oblivious to the stares and snickers. Reaching the solace of the hallway, I patted my pockets and came to the horror-drenched realization--my closet key was gone. Disheveled and outfit in tatters, I leaned on our door, steadying my breath. That's when I saw it: Ethan's closet key, a silver savior glistening on the desk. Guilt gnawed at me, but with no other options, I turned the key in his lock, swapped my punk attire for Ethan's timid sweater and khakis. I felt like an impostor in another man's skin--my identity stripped away, replaced with mundane respectability. As my hands rifled through the hangers for something less stuffy, they stumbled upon soft faux hair. It wasn't just any hairpiece; it was the standout from Ethan's collection, the one that made him beam with confidence. A battle raged within me--wear his hair out of need or maintain whatever shreds of dignity I had left? The decision was almost visceral. I snatched the hairpiece, hoping to mimic some sense of normalcy. In my haste, I ignored the sticky residue lining the cap's interior--Ethan's emergency adhesive, no doubt. The moment the cap touched my scalp, it adhered, bonding instantly to my skin. Staring at my reflection, I barely recognized the person gazing back....

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Dec 7, 2023 at 10:26 PM CST — 5 turns United States, Texas fiction View full conversation

CHATBOT: Title: The Unexpected Accomplice Chapter 1: The Unraveling College life was the epitome of everyday newness, from the lessons in classrooms that smelled of old wood and paper to the changing faces of students bustling through the halls. I was no exception to the dynamic flux, with my alt fashion sense, an eye for the edgier side of life, and my hair styled in a way that would make any scene kid from the early 2000s nod in silent approval. My roommate, on the other hand, was the yin to my yang. Where I had piercings and black nail polish, he sported horn-rimmed glasses and cardigans. His condition, alopecia, left him hairless, but he navigated it with understated grace, wearing his fake hair and eyebrows with a blend of necessity and nonchalance. Our dorm room was a study in contrasts with his orderly bookishness on one side and my chaotic burst of colors and fabrics on the other. The room came with a feature that salved the privacy needs of any college student: locks on our closets. We both valued this privacy fiercely, for it held the secrets of our carefully curated public personas. Chapter 2: The Mishap My roommate had left for a weekend trip, no doubt some book fair or literary workshop, just as I was on my way to the center of campus for a student-run art fair. It was a crisp sunny day, and I was feeling perfectly aligned with the world. But fate, as they say, has a sense of humor. A calamitous sequence of pranks gone wrong had me at the epicenter of a chaotic scene, leaving me drenched in some bizarre concoction that made my hair fall out in clumps, all this mere hours before a crucial exam. My outfit was ruined, splashed with colors that would not wash out, rendering my alt appearance a thing of mockery. Panicked, I rushed back to the dorm, feeling my head's newfound lightness and the sticky mockers clinging to my skin. To my alarm, I realized I'd also lost the key to my closet during the debacle, which held my only back-up outfits and a spare key to my hair supplies. Chapter 3: The Unwilling Transformation Heart racing and mind reeling with the reality of my impending public humiliation, I barged into the dorm. My eyes fell upon my roommate's closet key, left carelessly on his usually pristine desk. I hesitated, knowing the breach of trust it represented, but desperation had me reaching for the key and turning it in the lock of his closet. Inside, his clothes hung in lines of fastidious organization. Reluctantly, I swapped my ruined shirt for one o...

CHATBOT: The borrowed hair was styled in an unassuming manner--a classic men's short-back-and-sides haircut, meticulously recreated in the wig. The base was a subtle mesh that disappeared against the skin, creating an illusion of a natural hairline. The synthetic strands were masterfully blended, tones of brown intermingling with the faintest hints of auburn when the light caught them just right, a testament to the attention to detail that went into its creation. Each hair was individually knotted to the base, a craft mirroring the natural growth patterns of real hair. The effect was an understated fullness, neither too dense to draw attention nor too sparse to reveal its true nature. It was expertly trimmed with subtle layering that framed the face, and there were even a few 'imperfections' worked into the style--a cowlick here, a slightly uneven tuft there--giving it the lifelike quirkiness of natural hair. The borrowed eyebrows were an equally impressive feat. They were thin, arching just so, in harmony with the wig, the same rich brown with strokes of lighter color to mimic the multi-tonal complexity of real brows. They were made of fine filaments, each one delicately placed to curve naturally with expressive potential. The skin beneath them was treated with a gentle adhesive, strong enough to withstand the furrow of concentration or the lift of surprise. The borrowed outfit was a stark deviation from my usual alternative aesthetic. I exchanged my distinctive attire for a quietly sophisticated ensemble. The shirt was a crisp, light blue, no sign of wear, with the smooth lines of a well-tailored piece. It fell softly across the shoulders and ended in neat cuffs, buttoned precisely. The chinos were a classic tan, the sort of neutral that could blend into any academic backdrop. They were cut to a straight fit, not too snug, not too loose, with a sharp crease down the front giving them a polished air. The belt was a simple brown leather with a modest buckle that reflected light without any ostentation. I slipped on the plain dark socks and settled my feet into a pair of unblemished brown leather shoes, the kind that could host a soft reflection but steered clear of any high shine. Returning to the dorm, drawn to complete my convincing disguise, I found my roommate's old glasses--a pair with a slight brown tortoiseshell pattern framing round lenses. They added an intellectual gravity to the look when exchanged for my contact lenses. Then, I switched backpacks, choos...

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