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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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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 42× “Write a story in the first person from my perspective. I'm a...” over less than a minute (Nov 30, 2023 – Nov 30, 2023), oldest first. Show: 10 15 50 100

Nov 30, 2023 at 6:26 PM CST — 4 turns United States, Texas fiction View full conversation

USER: Write a story in the first person from my perspective. I'm a guy in college. I'm with my male friend. He wants to meetup with his crush but she's at a frat party where only girls and guys in the frat are allowed. My friend sneaks us around to the back alley. We spot two frat boys who have different body types, heights, hair colors, hair textures, hairstyles, facial hair than us. We knock them out and steal their outfits which don't fit us very well. My friend then casts a spell which swaps my weight, height, hair, facial hair, musculature with the frat boy I stole clothes from. He casts the same spell on himself and the frat boy he stole clothes from. Describe our appearances before and after the swap in excruciating detail. We enter the party from the back and keep a low profile as we don't look identical to the two frat boys due to the limitations of the swap.

CHATBOT: As far as college experiences go, tonight was already going down in history as the most bizarre one yet. I'm just a regular guy, average in most senses of the word. Before this whole ordeal started, I had a medium build, about 5'10" tall, with an unassuming presence. My hair was a generic brown, somewhat wavy, and I wore it in a non-descript side part that neither added nor detracted from my overall appearance. A faint stubble graced my face, as shaving every day seemed like an extreme sport I wasn't willing to participate in. I was pretty much the guy you'd pass on campus without a second glance. My friend, let's call him Mike, was the sharper and lankier one of us. Standing at a full 6 feet, he had the kind of skinny frame that made it seem like he subsisted on a diet of caffeine and exam stress. His black hair was cropped short, a low-maintenance buzz cut that he claimed saved him precious time. Mike sported a clean shave, which, combined with his angular features, gave him an intense, focused look. The night's unexpected turn began with Mike's insistent whispers, "Dude, we've got to get into that party. That's where Julia is!" His crush on Julia was the worst-kept secret on campus. The problem was the party's exclusivity. As luck would have it, we stumbled upon two frat brothers, clearly overindulged and passed out in the back alley. One was a bulky, Hercules of a man - easily 6'4", with muscles that suggested he owned stocks in the campus gym. His hair was a sandy blonde, cropped short and pristine, with a faded undercut that was clearly the work of a professional. His square jaw was adorned with a perfectly trimmed blonde beard, which completed the look of an all-American jock. The other frat brother was a complete contrast. Shorter, maybe around 5'7", with a rotund form that suggested a few too many beers. His hair, a curly ginger mop, seemed to have a life of its own, paired with freckles and a matching, wild goatee that decorated his round face. After we acquired their outfits - Mike's shirt nearly popping at the seams and my jeans turning into capris - things took an even stranger turn when Mike quietly uttered some words, his hands gesturing in the dim light. Magic, apparently, was not just a hobby but a hidden talent of his. In excruciating detail, I felt every hair on my body prickle as my height stretched - or rather, ballooned - to match the towering figure of the blonde behemoth. My muscles swelled, bursting through my usual frame, strained...

USER: We still have our original faces. Describe the new outfits we wear.

CHATBOT: Despite the astounding physical changes Mike's spell accomplished, our faces miraculously remained the same - a clear limitation of the magic that he somehow failed to account for or mention before we embarked on this crazy endeavor. We shared a glance, the familiar lines and contours of our original visages oddly juxtaposed upon our radically altered bodies. I was now dressed in an outfit that belonged to the Herculean frat boy. The previously loose-fitting, navy blue polo shirt was now stretched across my broadened chest and biceps, the fabric outlining each newfound muscle with an almost comic precision. It was snug, likely in a size medium when my transformed body now required at least an extra-large to accommodate the increased mass and stature. The khaki pants, which would've hung loosely on me before, now clung to my thick thighs and calves, a testament to the difference between my average build and the frat brother's athletic physique. The waistband dug slightly into my hips, and the length, which fell a bit short, left my ankles curiously exposed. The white leather sneakers remained mostly fitting, albeit a touch tighter than I would have preferred. Mike's new outfit was equally ill-fitting in its own way. The oversized green T-shirt, which was meant to be a relaxed fit, now looked as though it was reaching its fabric limits, draping over the ginger frat guy's fuller frame with less room to spare than intended. It displayed a fraternity graphic on the chest, just stretched around the curves of Mike's new body. The shorts, once knee-length, were now riding up slightly as they struggled to adapt to a rounder waistline and a stouter set of legs. On his feet were a pair of brown leather flip-flops that fit surprisingly well, given his downsize in height. We awkwardly adjusted our new garb, trying our best to appear nonchalant. Accessories like watches and wristbands would have completed their looks, but naturally, as those weren't as easy to "swap" in our hasty changeover, we went without. With our original faces still intact, we knew that blending in would be our greatest challenge. Every encounter became a potential disaster, and our only hope was that in the dim lighting and amidst the throng of partygoers, no one would look too closely. We could only ride on the luck that Mike's spell--and our hastily donned ensembles--would see us through the night undetected.

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