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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

Dec 12, 2023

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2 conversations in cluster Cluster 3× “Write a story about the following. I'm a college aged guy wh...” over 17 minutes (Dec 1, 2023 – Dec 1, 2023), oldest first. Show: 10 15 50 100

Dec 1, 2023 at 2:01 AM CST — 1 turn United States, Texas fiction View full conversation

USER: Write a story about the following. I'm a college aged guy who's muscular and looks like an athlete. my roommate is a German foreign exchange student who is similar build to me but he dresses and styles his appearance very loud. My friend wants in to a party but the host hates his guts. The host has a crush on my roommate. My friend gets the idea to dress me up like my roommate and trick the host to let us in to her party. I reluctantly agree to this plan. Describe me before and after the transformation. I hate the way I look after and I'm super uncomfortable.

CHATBOT: Before the transformation, you maintain a look that can best be described as 'athletically understated.' Your gym-honed muscles are usually covered by a rotation of your favorite university tees, paired with a good old pair of jeans or the occasional pair of joggers. Your hair is cut in a no-nonsense fashion -- short, manageable, and practically helmet-like in its immovability. It's clear from your appearance that you're more about function than fashion, a guy who places comfort and performance above the loud self-expression of current trends. Your roommate, Klaus, is a stark contrast. A German foreign exchange student with a build that rivals yours, he sees his body as a canvas for the latest Euro-centric fashions. His hair changes color and shape as regularly as the seasons, and it's not uncommon to see him sporting leather pants that look painted on, matched with extravagantly patterned shirts that seem to vie for attention. His array of accessories, each piece louder than the last, dangles and jingles with his every step. Klaus is not just seen, he's noticed, and this, it seems, has caught the attention of the host of the party in question. When your friend, Gavin, is snubbed an invite to the coveted party due to a longstanding grudge held by the host, Lily, he concocts an audacious plan -- transform you into a doppelganger of Klaus, whom Lily adores, to gain entry. The room is littered with Klaus's cast-offs, and even some active rotation outfits, which makes your transition all the easier. Gavin practically rubs his hands with glee as he dives into Klaus's wardrobe, pulling out the tightest, shiniest, and most pattern-heavy outfit he can find. He holds it up against you, sizing it up with a mischievous grin. "You're going to look amazing, man. Trust me," he assures, far too confidently. As each piece of clothing is fitted onto your body, you can't help but feel like you're sliding into someone else's skin. The pants are too tight, clinging to your muscular thighs with a tenacity that makes you worry about squatting. The shirt is an amalgamation of colors so contrasting they seem to vibrate against each other, feeling like a visual attack on anyone in proximity. And as Gavin fiddles with your hair, spraying, teasing, and shaping it into an assemblage that Klaus would nod at approvingly, you glimpse at yourself in the mirror and barely recognize the reflection. The piece de resistance: a smattering of Klaus's signature accessories. Rings adorn nearly e...

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Dec 1, 2023 at 2:19 AM CST — 2 turns United States, Texas fiction View full conversation

USER: Write a story about the following.me, a guy in college, getting transformed into my douchy roommate to gain entry to a party. I'm a skinny college aged guy who's muscular and looks like an athlete. mywith a basic style. My roommate is lean with a German foreign exchange student who is similar build to me but he dressesDillon Latham perm and styles his appearance very loud.a douchy sense of style. My friend wants into go to a party tonight but the host hates his guts. The host has a crush onloves my roommate.roommate though. My friend gets the ideaconcocts a scheme to dressdisguise me up likeas my roommate and trickto then convince the host to let us in tointo her party. I reluctantly agree to this plan. Describe me before and after the transformation. I hate the way I look after and I'm super uncomfortable.

CHATBOT: Tyler never quite fit in with the stereotypical cool crowd at his university. With his basic, unassuming plain t-shirts and blue jeans, he effortlessly blended into the background of any social scene, much unlike his roommate, Chase. Chase was the kind of guy you'd hear before you saw him. With a boisterous laugh, a Dillon Latham perm that seemed to bounce almost as much as he did, and an uncanny ability to wear the most outrageously douchy clothes - yet make it look almost fashion-forward - he was the life of every party. It was no surprise that everyone except Tyler wanted Chase at their social gatherings. One evening, Tyler sat cross-legged on his bed, idly flipping through a textbook when his high school chum, Alex, barged into the room, a look of desperation painted across his face. "Dude, you know Tessa's throwing that epic party tonight, right?" Tyler nodded, having heard the murmurings around campus about Tessa's legendary parties. "Well, I need to get in," Alex said. "But after that stunt I pulled last time, she hates my guts. There's no way she's letting me in." Tyler shrugged, understanding his dilemma but unable to offer a solution - until a lightbulb moment sparked behind Alex's eyes. "What if we transform you into Chase?" Alex pitched with a mischievous grin. "Tessa loves him! If you were him, we could both get into that party." Tyler hesitated, his stomach tying in knots. The idea of taking on Chase's persona seemed ludicrous. However, the allure of finally being part of the in-crowd, even temporarily, was tantalizing. "Okay, let's do it," Tyler agreed after a long pause, wondering if he was signing up for the best or worst night of his college life. The metamorphosis began. Tyler watched as his friend scavenged through Chase's side of the room, pulling out a flashy designer jacket and a pair of skin-tight jeans that screamed 'look at me.' Then came the sneakers - Chase's cherished limited edition kicks. Tyler slipped into the outrageous outfit while Alex meticulously worked on replicating Chase's iconic hairdo with an array of gels and sprays. With every passing minute, Tyler transformed, his reflection morphing into someone he barely recognized. Alex coached him on Chase's mannerisms, his overconfident strut, and the way he would slouch just so, creating a facade of effortless cool. "He has that specific smirk, practice that," Alex instructed as Tyler attempted to mirror the expression in the mirror. Finally, after what felt like hours of ...

CHATBOT: With the taste of acceptance still lingering from that unforgettable night, Tyler found himself entranced by the allure of being part of the in-crowd. And to continue riding the wave of his newfound popularity, there was no better template than Chase - the embodiment of what seemed to be admired at college. The fluke experience of being drenched in Chase's magnetic aura was intoxicating, and Tyler craved more. Determined to encapsulate that envied figure further, he took the first permanent step: getting an actual perm. The stylist raised an eyebrow as Tyler insisted on a style reminiscent of Chase's, but he left the salon with those familiar wavy locks, nodding in mirror satisfaction. Chase, amused and somewhat flattered by his roommate's imitation, agreed to take Tyler under his wing. The pair began hitting the gym together, Chase guiding Tyler through rigorous workouts, transforming his slim physique into a leaner, more defined version reminiscent of his own. "You sure you want to go all the way with this?" Chase chuckled one day, as he watched Tyler inspect his own reflection, noticing the subtle changes. "Absolutely," Tyler affirmed, wiping the sweat from his brow with a newfound resolve. The transformation continued as Tyler pierced his ears just as Chase had done, his small hoops reflecting a more daring version of himself. Each change that Tyler made felt like a step up the social ladder, inching closer to the popularity he had once only observed from afar. Chase's influence didn't end with workouts and fashion choices. They spent evenings sorting through Chase's wardrobe, as he handpicked outfits for Tyler that echoed his own douchy but widely praised aesthetic. From flashy shirts and skinny jeans to boldly printed bomber jackets, Tyler's closet became a mirror image of Chase's, the basic tees and blue jeans relegated to the dark corners, a remnant of another life. As Tyler's exterior morphed, so did his demeanor. Drawing from his observations and Chase's overt coaching, Tyler's shuffle transformed into a swagger, his reluctance gave way to brashness, and his greetings turned from nods to elaborate handshakes and one-armed bro-hugs. With each passing day, Tyler relished the attention and found himself slipping comfortably into Chase's shoes. His classmates began to take notice, and invitations to parties and social gatherings flowed in. But as the weeks turned into months, the thrill of the transformation began to plateau. The constant effort to m...

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