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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) 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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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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55 conversations

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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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1 conversation in cluster Cluster 53× “Write a story about the following. I want to go to a frat pa...” over less than a minute (Dec 4, 2023 – Dec 4, 2023), oldest first. Show: 10 15 50 100

Dec 4, 2023 at 11:25 AM CST — 7 turns United States, Texas fiction toxic View full conversation

USER: Write a story about the following. I want to go to a frat party. I'm a nale student so I can't get in. I ambush one of the frat members in the alley behind the frat and swap our appearances and outfits. I don't like my new appearance or outfit but I keep it so I can experience the party. I don't enjoy the party. I try to return to the alley but I get roped into something. By the time I return to the alley the frat boy with my original appearance and outfit is fine. I'm stuck like this. Describe how I look now

CHATBOT: In the golden jubilee of the late summer, just as the night began to drape its cloak over the sleepy college town, Ethan became captivated by the allure of fraternity parties he'd heard so much about. As he walked past the grandiose Sigma Tau house, a cacophony of music and boisterous cheers spilled out from its doors. However, Ethan knew that crossing the fraternity's exclusive threshold was a privilege typically denied to lone male students like himself. Driven by a blend of whimsy and desperation to experience the fabled revelry, Ethan skulked around to the alley behind the fraternity house. A plan, wild and impulsive, flickered to life in his mind's eye. Under the cracked fluorescent lights, he ambushed a stumbling member of Sigma Tau, a gentleman who emerged from the back door, likely seeking a moment of solitude. With surprising ease, or perhaps the frat member's impaired coordination, Ethan convinced him to play along in a charade of swapping appearances for a laugh. As the transformations were created through cloaks of illusion, Ethan donned the strapping lad's strikingly preppy threads -- tight khaki chinos paired with a neon polo that clung to his physique unnervingly well. His feet, unaccustomed to confinement, squeezed into boat shoes that seemed as if they might be companions with the shores of Nantucket. Even his hair became infused with copious amounts of gel, stiffened into a meticulously styled coif that screamed of privilege. As for his own outfit, a comfortable yet unremarkable graphic tee and jeans, he watched it drape over the once-dapper fraternity member now appearing every bit the average Joe. With his new look, Ethan infiltrated the party. The frat house was an enclave of hedonism; the pulsating bass of pop music threatened to liquify his bones. Everywhere he glanced, students swayed and socialized with abandon. Despite the fever-pitch energy that consumed everyone, Ethan felt a burgeoning sense of isolation. His outfit felt like a veneer that couldn't replicate the ease with which others wore their silver-spoon personas. Even the beer tasted foreign to him; he'd never had a preference for fancy craft ales over his usual budget lagers. As the night dragged on, Ethan decided to cut his losses. The party, with its shallow conversations and flashy smiles, proved not to be his scene. He slipped out, yearning to shed the preppy skin that constricted him and reclaim the simple authenticity of his own style and identity. However, a group ...

USER: Write a story. I start dating a new girl. She doesn't like my look and slowly turns my appearance and clothing into that of a frat boy without me realizing until it's too late to go back

CHATBOT: Jacob had always been a bit of a maverick, with a preference for vintage band tees, faded jeans, and well-worn sneakers. He liked his hair tousled and carefree, a characteristic that had always been part of his easy-going personality. It wasn't until he met Amanda that the winds of change began to blow through his stylistic principles. Amanda was the embodiment of polished grace, with an eye for what she referred to as 'refined aesthetics'. Their paths had crossed at a cozy bookshop where they'd both reached for the same obscure poetry collection. The chemistry was immediate and undeniable. However, as they began to date, it became apparent that Amanda's affection came with footnote suggestions for refinement. It started innocently, with a casual remark about how a crisp button-up shirt would really "make Jacob's eyes pop." Charmed by the novelty and flattered by the attention, Jacob begrudgingly tried on the sky-blue shirt she had picked out. To his surprise, he found he liked the transformation--just this once, he thought. Next, Amanda suggested a new hairstyle. "Just a trim, to clean up the edges," she assured. Once again, Jacob relented. The result was a sharp style that framed his features a little more intentionally. It was a subtle shift, but the mirror reflected back at him an unfamiliar version of himself--one that was starting to bear an uncanny resemblance to the clean-cut gentlemen populating Amanda's social gatherings. Weeks slipped into months, and piece by piece, Jacob's wardrobe began to evolve. The band tees were buried under layers of polo shirts and cardigans--the latter a garment he'd once sworn he'd only wear at the age of 70. His sneakers were replaced with loafers and boat shoes, his watch now a gleaming, sophisticated thing that told more than just the time. Then came the social assimilation. Amanda had coaxed him, with gentle nudges, into attending her social events. He found himself not at raucous concerts, but at wine tastings, and not scoffing at mundane small talk, but contributing to it with comments on market trends and holiday destinations. One fateful evening, as he stood sipping an overpriced craft beer he couldn't pronounce at yet another Greek-lettered party, Jacob caught his reflection in a passing window. A group of frat brothers clapped him on the back, complimenting him on his "killer threads" and "slick hair." It was in that moment, as he looked at the stranger peering back at him with perfectly coiffed hair, wearin...

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