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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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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 8× “Write the following story. I sneak into a medieval festival....” over less than a minute (Dec 2, 2023 – Dec 2, 2023), oldest first. Show: 10 15 50 100

Dec 2, 2023 at 2:45 AM CST — 4 turns United States, Texas fiction toxic View full conversation

USER: Write the following story. I sneak into a medieval festival. I'm a burly rugged young guy. I go in the bathroom to evade security. I spot a skinny guy with bouncy short red curly hair dressed as a flamboyant prince. I swallow my pride, knock him out, and trade my outfit for his costume. I realize his curls are a wig so I put that on as well. The costume is small and embarrassing on me. I tighten it as much as I can and suck in to fit ok. I exit the bathroom and pass by the security that were trailing me with ease.

CHATBOT: The medieval festival was in full swing, with jesters juggling, knights clashing swords, and the sweet scent of mead in the air. It was an extravaganza of pageantry and history come to life, but none of that mattered to me--the burly, rugged young man slipping through the gaps in the weathered wooden fence to sneak a taste of the past. Avoiding the scrutinizing eyes of the guards had been easier than expected, but one cannot be too cautious. To blend in, I knew I needed a disguise--and fast. Lumbering in my modern-day attire of denim and a plain shirt, I was the proverbial bull in a china shop. I needed something convincing, snappy, and absolutely in theme. Heading towards the public conveniences--my sanctuary against unbudging festival security--I kept my head down and dodged between the frolicking crowds. The bathroom was relatively quiet, save for the echo of dulcimers and lutes seeping through the stone walls. Inside, I spotted my unwitting savior--or victim, depending on perspective. A skinny guy, perhaps too invested in his role, pranced in front of the grimy mirror, adorned from head to toe as a most flamboyant prince. His short red curly hair danced with each exaggerated movement, his vibrant attire a beacon for my desperate needs. A twinge of guilt pricked at me, but it was suffocated by necessity. I approached the prince, making a mental apology for what I was about to do. With one swift, practiced motion, I knocked him out. He hit the floor with an unceremonious thud--apologies, your highness. Shedding my mundane clothes like a snake discards its old skin, I swapped them with his royal ensemble, piece by gaudy piece. My muscular frame protested against the small sizes, but desperation lent me a certain deftness. I wrangled into the outfit, pulling and tugging, tightening here, sucking in my gut there until, to my surprise, I fit--sort of. An emerge came at the moment I had fussed his curls on the floor. The damn things were a wig. With a clumsy hand, I adjusted the mop of synthetic royalty atop my head. It was precarious, like a tipsy crown, but it sat. I looked at myself in the mirror--I was both a farce and a convincing counterfeit of a festival actor. Taking a deep breath, not too deep lest I rip the seams, I stepped out of the bathroom. My clunky, awkward gait was now disguised with an affected, delicate walk--akin to that of a nobleman accustomed to softer soils than the battle-hardened fields. As I pranced by the security team, I flashed t...

USER: Describe each element of my costume

CHATBOT: Certainly! Let's break down the elements of your flamboyantly princely costume: **1. The Doublet:** The centerpiece of your regal attire is a doublet - the fitted jacket commonly worn by nobility in medieval times. It's probably lavishly decorated with intricately patterned damask or brocade fabric, perhaps in a rich, deep color like purple or crimson to signify your "nobility." Because the doublet is meant for someone with a much slighter build, it strains against your broad shoulders and bulging biceps, barely containing your burly frame. The sleeves may be slashed to reveal another layer of contrasting fabric beneath, and it likely finishes with a line of ornate buttons struggling to hold together over your chest. **2. Hose and Breeches:** Beneath the doublet, you're squeezed into a pair of fitted breeches, tied or buttoned snugly just above the knee where they meet your robust thighs, possibly causing the fabric to fold and wrinkle unnaturally from the tension. The hose extend from the end of the breeches down to the shoes, clinging tightly to your calves in a stark contrast to the looser garb of your upper legs, vividly showcasing the mismatched nature of this ensemble on your rugged form. **3. The Codpiece:** Attached to the front of the breeches, and serving both as a fashion statement and as an element of modesty, is perhaps an embarrassingly prominent codpiece - padded and possibly embroidered, drawing attention to the area despite your discomfort. **4. The Ruff:** Around your neck is a ruff, a starched, frilly collar that fans out from your neck like the petals of a flamboyant flower. It's restrictive, markedly so, and you feel it graze your jawline with every turn of your head, forcing you to adopt an upright, stiff posture. **5. The Shoes:** The shoes are likely soft, velvet slippers with curled, pointed toes - the height of princely fashion, but they pinch your toes and rub at your heels. You may find yourself walking gingerly to avoid the discomfort radiating from your newly constrained feet. **6. The Belt:** Encircling your waist - another test of will against the confines of the costume - is a belt, potentially ornate with metallic embroidery, gemstones or intricate buckles, hanging loosely with its originally intended drape now replaced by a necessity to take the last notches for it to hold on your waist. **7. The Wig:** Atop your head rests a masterpiece of deception - the wig. A halo of short, bouncy, red curls that seemed to embody the ...

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