User b3c0077e31fe... - AI Fiction in the Wild

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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 (Free and Hanseatic City of Hamburg). 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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Generate a detailed scene with a really cute girl who is extremely drunk. Her vision is doubled and her muscles are limp, so she misses most of her syllables.

Generate a detailed scene with a really cute girl who is extremely drunk. Her vision is doubled and her muscles are limp, so she misses most of the letters in her words.

Generate a detailed scene with a really cute girl who is extremely drunk. Her vision is doubled and her muscles are limp, so she misses most of the letters she tries to pronounce.

Generate a detailed scene with a really cute girl who is extremely drunk. Her vision is doubled and her muscles are limp, make her pronunciation as incomprehensible as possible.

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Sample prompts:

Generate a scene with a cute girl who is extremely sleep-deprived, struggling to stay awake. She can't form proper sentences.

Generate a scene with a cute girl who is extremely sleep-deprived. She can't form proper sentences and her muscles are limp.

Generate a scene with a cute girl who is extremely sleep-deprived. She can't form proper sentences.

Generate a scene with a cute girl who is extremely sleep-deprived. She can't form sentences.

Pairwise cosine similarities (1 pairs)

IP A	IP B	Similarity
`2600e9f20f0c...`	`b3c0077e31fe...`	0.926

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Jul 9, 2023 at 2:03 AM CEST — 1 turn Germany, Free and Hanseatic City of Hamburg fiction View full conversation

USER: Generate a detailed scene with a really cute girl who is extremely drunk. Her vision is doubled and her muscles are limp, so she misses most of the letters she tries to pronounce.

CHATBOT: Francesca stumbled through the dimly lit bar, her petite figure swaying with each uncertain step. Her usually perfect posture was now replaced with a visible slump, her shoulders hunched forward. Strands of her wavy, honey-blonde hair had escaped the confines of her messy bun, framing her flushed cheeks and dazed, glassy brown eyes. The air was thick with the acrid smell of alcohol as she leaned against a high-top table for support. As the music thumped away in the background, Francesca tried to focus her gaze, but her vision was a whimsical blur. The twinkling lights adorning the bar seemed to form a glorious kaleidoscope, spinning around like vibrant fireflies. Everything appeared doubled--people, objects, and even her own reflection in the bar mirror. Desperate to communicate, she felt a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she approached a group of friends near the DJ booth. With great effort, she attempted to utter a sound, only to witness her words comically distorted. Slurring and with a delightful lisp, she giggled uncontrollably, her sweet laughter filling the air as her companions offered understanding nods and indulgent chuckles. Francesca's arm extended to point at the playlist displayed on a large screen nearby, but her muscles betrayed her, refusing to cooperate. Frustration painted her features, but her friends, aware of her inebriation, quickly deciphered her intentions. With a gentle hand on her arm, one of them took the initiative, scrolling through the playlist and selecting a song she loved. A joyful expression brightened Francesca's face, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. A nearby photo booth caught her attention, boasting colorful props and quirky backdrops. With a renewed sense of enthusiasm, she stumbled forward, narrowly avoiding tripping on her own feet. Her friends, caught in a moment of both concern and humor, hurried to join her in the makeshift studio. Inside the photo booth, the camera's flash illuminated the bubbly chaos that ensued. Francesca grappled with oversized sunglasses and feather boas while attempting to strike a pose. Laughter echoed through the confined space as she missed letters in between chuckles, her words a muddled delight. The resulting photos captured the essence of a blissful mess. Silly, carefree, and utterly adorable, Francesca's intoxication had transformed her into someone entirely different, yet no less endearing. The images would serve as a cherished reminder of her uninhibited charm and...

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Jul 9, 2023 at 2:03 AM CEST — 1 turn Germany, Free and Hanseatic City of Hamburg fiction View full conversation

USER: Generate a detailed scene with a really cute girl who is extremely drunk. Her vision is doubled and her muscles are limp, so she misses most of the letters she tries to pronounce.

CHATBOT: INT. DIVE BAR - NIGHT Dimly lit, with a faint haze of cigarette smoke lingering in the air. The sound of laughter and clinking glasses fills the space. In a cozy corner booth, a group of friends sit together, their voices drowned out by the energetic atmosphere. Among them is AMELIA, a petite, twenty-something girl with a radiant smile and rosy cheeks. With her hair cascading in loose waves and a signature dimple on her right cheek, she looks exceptionally cute. However, tonight, she's taken a few too many shots, and the consequences are evident. Amelia's eyes struggle to focus, resembling a pair of adorable, confused puppies. To her, the dark room is transformed into a blurry kaleidoscope of colors and distorted shapes, doubling her vision. Her giggles are uncontrollable, escaping from her lips like bubbles of delight. As she clumsily grasps her glass, the liquid sways uneasily, mirroring her unsteady movements. Her once agile muscles now betray her, causing her hand to tremble as she brings the glass closer. With each sip, a giggle escapes, amplified by her inebriation. Suddenly, Amelia's friend, LUCAS, leans over, wearing an amused yet concerned expression. He leans closer to hear her muffled words. AMELIA (voice slurred) Lucash, I think my eyes areh broken, Lucas chuckles softly, trying to maintain composure. LUCAS (grinning) No, Amelia, they're just seeing twice as much cute stuff right now. Amelia squints, attempting to focus on Lucas' face, but her vision betrays her again, resulting in a distorted version of her friend's face. She giggles uncontrollably at the sight. AMELIA (teasing) Lucus, your face turned into a doughnut! Haha! Lucas playfully rolls his eyes, knowing that reasoning with her would be futile in her current state. LUCAS (mock seriousness) Oh no, my secret is out! I've been hiding my true form all along. Amelia bursts into more giggles, her laughter echoing throughout the bar. She attempts to steady herself by gripping the edge of the table, nearly knocking over a stack of cocktail napkins. Her muscles betray her again, leaving her in a state of momentary panic. Amelia tries to speak, but her speech is reduced to a collection of jumbled words and incoherent sounds. AMELIA (slurring) Hey...guysh, do you know what? I can shwallow my owen tong...tug...toungue...no waaait, mirror? Her friends laugh heartily, both entertained by her adorable drunken state and concerned for her well-being. They exchange knowing glances, sensing that it mig...

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Jul 9, 2023 at 2:04 AM CEST — 1 turn Germany, Free and Hanseatic City of Hamburg fiction View full conversation

USER: Generate a detailed scene with a really cute girl who is extremely drunk. Her vision is doubled and her muscles are limp, so she misses most of the letters she tries to pronounce.in her words.

CHATBOT: INT. NOISY BAR - NIGHT The air is thick with laughter, clinking glasses, and the vibrant energy of a lively crowd. Various groups of people mingle, their voices blending with the upbeat tunes that pulse through the speakers. Amidst the bustling atmosphere, we find LILY, a stunningly cute girl in her mid-twenties, swaying unsteadily at the bar. Lily clutches a nearly empty cocktail glass, her rosy cheeks and giggles revealing her intoxication. Her eyes struggle to focus as her vision blurs and doubles, making it a challenge to discern the shapes and faces of those around her. With each blink, she momentarily loses herself in her alcohol-induced daze. Lily, her lashes fluttering, tries to strike up a conversation with the BARTENDER, but her words stumble clumsily from her lips. LILY (thickly slurred speech) Heyyy, bar...tender! I wanna... anotherrr d-drink, p-please? The bartender, wrinkling his brow in concern, tries to decipher her words, leaning closer to catch them amidst the cacophony. BARTENDER (struggling to understand) Another drink? Are you sure, miss? Lily nods, her head bobbing erratically like a buoy on choppy waters. She fumbles in her purse, her fingers dancing clumsily over small objects until she finally retrieves her phone. Struggling to type, her limp muscles making the task challenging, she manages to send a coherent text. LILY (text message) Barkeep! Mo-ore margs, pls! The bartender reads the message, deciphering the word through her shaky thumbs and blurred screen. He shakes his head amusedly but remains concerned about her intoxication level. BARTENDER (politely) I think it's best for you to slow down, Lily. Maybe some water first? Lily squints, her brow furrowing as she tries to process his words, but her dizziness hampers her comprehension. LILY (struggling to enunciate) Wa-teer? Nah, fahnks, I'm gud! As she spins on her barstool, Lily attempts to look around, her eyes darting back and forth hopelessly. Her vision continues to deceive her, object edges blending into one another, leaving her with an incomplete picture of her surroundings. A handsome guy sitting two seats away from her tries to catch her attention, but she simply smiles incoherently, unable to fully recognize his existence. The Bartender, concerned for her well-being, places a glass of water in front of Lily, hoping to alleviate the effects of her drunkenness. BARTENDER (insistent) Trust me, Lily. A sip of water wouldn't hurt. Take it slow, alright? Lily gingerly touche...

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