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Estimated User #217 (2 IP addresses)

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1 fiction conversations over 14 days (Nov 27, 2023 – Dec 12, 2023) 90% 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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14 conversations

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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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1 conversation in cluster Cluster 38× “I'm a young male secret agent. Write a story about me on a m...” over less than a minute (Nov 29, 2023 – Nov 29, 2023), oldest first. Show: 10 15 50 100

Nov 29, 2023 at 10:35 AM CST — 3 turns United States, Texas fiction View full conversation

USER: 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

CHATBOT: Title: The Masquerade of Shadows Agent Alex Whitlock, codenamed Wraith, scrutinized his reflection -- the chiseled features of his face obscured by the identity of another. The mask he wore was not one of latex or silicone, but a perfectly replicated visage of a diplomat he had encountered barely an hour ago. His mission: to retrieve a set of stolen blueprints from a covert auction disguised as an opulent masquerade ball. These blueprints held the schematics for a weapon of mass destruction, one that could not be allowed to fall into the wrong hands. Alex's journey began earlier that evening where his first persona was that of a sharp-tongued bartender, mixing drinks at an exclusive club where the auction's attendees gathered. He meticulously collected information as he poured libations, pinpointing the whereabouts of his first target, the unwitting diplomat. His moment came as the diplomat retired to a private room, a slight stagger in his step. Alex followed suit, his footsteps silent. A swift, practiced motion and the man slumped to the ground, gently laid out by Alex. He made the swap swiftly; clothing, credentials, and even a specially prepared mask that mimicked the diplomat's face. Now, within the grand hall of the masquerade, conceit and conspiracy danced hand in hand. Flanked by the social elite and nefarious dealers, Agent Wraith moved with a grace learned from the many personas he had assumed over his career. Beneath the grandeur, his senses remained unfailingly sharp. One disguise would not suffice for this mission; the blueprints were hidden, and the key lay scattered among a series of marked individuals. Like pieces of an elaborate puzzle, each persona brought him closer to the prize. Next, he donned the appearance of a boisterous art dealer, his jacket a patchwork of flamboyant textures. The ruse won him the laughter of a socialite who held a piece of the elusive code. With her trust and a charming smile, the numerical sequence was his, scribbled on the back of a cocktail napkin and smoothly pocketed. The final exchange demanded the highest risk -- the auctioneer himself. This facade required not only the clothing and the mannerisms but also his unique voice pattern. The mask adhered to his face, altering his vocal cords with an intricate web of cybernetics, which allowed him to mimic any voice after a brief listening period. From behind the stage curtain, Alex's eyes scanned the ballroom. He adjusted the auctioneer's monocle, step into the ...

USER: Write a story about me, a male college student, passing out at the gym and inadvertently astral projecting and accidentally possessing the body of a douchy jock body builder. In this story when you possess someone their spirit gets ejected. I manage to astral project again to get back to my own body after a few minutes but the body builder has already managed to possess my old body. Another caveat is that your spirit form resembles the last body you inhabited and restricts what bodies you can easily enter based on size

CHATBOT: Title: The Ethereal Gymnasium Ethan Miller was no stranger to the gym floor, with his astute mind usually buried in textbooks, embracing the occasional physical exertion was a more novel exercise. On this day, however, the weights seemed heavier, the air thicker, and beads of sweat rolled off his brow like a relentless stream. One lift too many, and the room spun. Ethan's world dipped to black. In his unconscious state, Ethan felt a surge of energy pulsate through him. Reality peeled away, revealing an astral plane he had never fathomed could exist. He hovered above his prone body, a spectral version of himself tethered by a silver cord, while gym-goers rushed to his side. Panicked but curious, Ethan willed himself to move, and to his amazement, he glided effortlessly across the gym. Then, in an unexpected turn, he collided with Brock Mason, the self-proclaimed alpha of iron and sweat. Brock's spirit, a larger-than-life mirror of arrogance, was flung into the ether while Ethan's essence poured into the vacated vessel. Ethan's consciousness reeled in the jock's hulking frame, the new body alien in its strength and stature. Looking down, he received flashes of Brock's memories - the triumphs, the vanity, the shallow pride - and an underlying insecurity that was masked by a brash demeanor. With every passing second, unease coiled within him. This body was a borrowed powerhouse -- each stride felt like an earthquake, and the weight of Brock's aggressive reputation sagged heavy on his shoulders. In these few minutes, he had glimpsed life through Brock's eyes, a perspective distorted by swagger and ego, a stark contrast to his own scholarly existence. He needed to return to his own form. Instinct kicked in, and Ethan focused his mind once again on projecting outwards. A shift happened; his spirit form pushed away from Brock's hulking figure. But freedom was brief. Horror gripped him as he witnessed Brock's spirit, taking on the last size it inhabited - Ethan's own build - slipping effortlessly into Ethan's vacant body. Brock's spirit smirked from within Ethan's flesh, mischievous glee glittering in his eyes. "Sorry, pal," the mimic's voice rang out, "finder's keepers." Ethan, now sporting the oversized astral presence of Brock, struggled to reclaim his original form. To his dismay, the size mismatch deterred him. His ethereal self now mimicked Brock's physique, making the transition back impractical, the disparity too vast. Frantic, Ethan hatched a plan. He vent...

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