Estimated User #492 (2 IP addresses)
1 fiction conversations
over 7 days
(Feb 27, 2024 – Mar 6, 2024)
29% prompt uniqueness
București, Romania
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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 (București). 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.
Pairwise cosine similarities (1 pairs)
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Write an anime scene about a young delinquent writing in his journal about his d
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Write an anime scene about a giantess office lady looking for her pen. She wears
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Write an anime scene about a young man chatting with one of his alter-egos in a
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Write an episode of Hetalia where Germany tells the story of weird German projec
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Write an episode of Hetalia about the nations having a joke contest. Everyone is
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Write an anime scene about a young man chatting with his alternate personality w
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C6
Write an anime scene about a yandere not being obsessive and possessive. He just
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C7
Write an alternate history scenario where April Fools is never a thing.
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1 conversation in cluster Cluster 5× “Write an anime scene about a young man chatting with his alt...” over less than a minute (Mar 1, 2024 – Mar 1, 2024), oldest first.
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USER: Write an anime scene about a young man chatting with his alternate personality who is a yandere. His alter-ego is busy is cleaning his favorite pair of scissors. The setting is his small apartment.
CHATBOT: INT. SMALL, DIMLY LIT APARTMENT - NIGHT The CAMERA PANS through a cramped, somewhat disorderly apartment, crowded with anime figurines, posters, and a towering stack of manga. Drapes are drawn tight across the windows, leaving the room awash with a flickering glow from a small desk lamp. KAI, a timid, bespectacled young man in his early 20s, sits at the edge of his bed, nervously twirling a lock of his hair. Across from him at a poorly organized desk, his reflection in a small, grimy mirror starts to take on a life of its own, the GLINT OF SCISSORS catching the dim light. This is AKIRA, Kai's yandere alternate personality, manically preoccupied with the cleaning of his favorite scissors. Kai glances at the fiercely concentrated image of Akira in the mirror, swallows hard, and speaks with hesitation. KAI (hesitant) Akira... what are you doing with those scissors again? They look sharp enough to cut through steel. AKIRA (serene smile, eyes never leaving the scissors) Kai, my dear, you know how important it is to be prepared. You never know when... an opportunity will arise. Kai grips the fabric of his pants, the shadows from the uneven lighting dancing across his concerned expression. KAI (anxiously) An opportunity for what, Akira? We promised we'd stay out of trouble. Remember what happened last time? Akira slowly raises his head, his gaze meeting Kai's through the reflective surface of the mirror. An unsettling smile creeps across his face, as he carefully wipes the blade of his scissors with a cloth. AKIRA (sweetly menacing) Oh, Kai, my naive other half, you worry too much. I'm simply ensuring that we can defend ourselves... or claim what's rightfully ours. Kai's hand goes to his heart, as if to steady it. KAI (sighs) But I don't want to hurt anyone, Akira. There have to be other ways to solve our problems... AKIRA (tutting) You're too soft, Kai. It's a cruel world out there. We need to be strong. And sometimes... strong means taking drastic actions. Doesn't it? AKIRA slowly opens and closes the scissors, a deliberate and threatening snip that punctuates his argument. Kai shrinks back, visibly unnerved by the sound and what it signifies. KAI (meekly) Why does it always have to be about possession, about claiming? Can't we just... live peacefully? AKIRA (leans in closer, whispers) Peace is for the weak, Kai. Do you want to be weak? No. We've been trodden on, ignored, unloved for far too long. It's our turn to be on top. The tension in the room builds as a ...