Estimated User #64
324 total fiction conversations
over 11 months, 10 days
(Apr 19, 2023 – Mar 25, 2024)
Southampton, United Kingdom
Explore Story Permutations (35)
▼
Story permutations group this user's prompts into themes based on how similar their wording or meaning is. Click a group to see how the user's prompts evolved: within a selected group, each prompt is shown as a word-level diff against the previous one — green marks text the user added, and red strike-through marks text they removed. This reveals how the user revised, expanded, or pruned their prompts as they iterated. Jump to methodology →
C0
Bailey is a shy 21-year-old. She has pale skin, blue eyes, and shoulder-length b
35 conv.
C1
Delilah is a rich 20-year-old. She has pale skin, blue eyes, and long blonde hai
29 conv.
C2
Delilah is a rich 20-year-old. She has pale skin, blue eyes, and long brown hair
25 conv.
C3
Bailey is a character from a sci-fi novel who studies computer science at univer
19 conv.
C4
Hayden is a bubbly 21-year-old. She has pale skin, long purple hair in a braid,
18 conv.
C5
Lexy is a 16-year-old character in my YA cyberpunk movie. She's mixed white-Kore
16 conv.
C6
Create me a cast of six teenaged characters for my sci-fi novel series. The cast
15 conv.
C7
Bailey studies computer science at university. She has a shy personality. She ha
10 conv.
C8
Hayden is a bubbly twenty-year-old. She has pale skin, long purple hair in a bra
9 conv.
C9
Hayden is a bubbly twenty-year-old. She has pale skin, long purple hair in a bra
8 conv.
C10
Hayden is a bubbly 19-year-old. She has pale skin, long purple hair in a braid,
7 conv.
C11
Kaylee is a 16-year-old character in my YA sci-fi novel. She's a spy and a parko
7 conv.
C12
Here is the main character of my young-adult sci-fi series. Come up with everyda
6 conv.
C13
Hayden is a bubbly twenty-year-old. She has pale skin, long purple hair in a bra
5 conv.
C14
Create the sixth character for the cast of my young-adult sci-fi series. He shou
5 conv.
C15
Bailey's a shy computer science student. She has pale skin, blue eyes, and shoul
5 conv.
C16
Kaylee is a 16-year-old character in my YA sci-fi movie. She's tall and muscular
5 conv.
C17
Here are the rules for a fictional game called "Magic Messball": When a person h
4 conv.
C18
Here is a description of a castle. Using the same style, describe a desert town.
3 conv.
C19
Hayden is a bubbly twenty-year-old. She has pale skin, long purple hair in a bra
3 conv.
C20
Here is the main character of my sci-fi novel: Cassidy "Cass" Nova Age: 18 Gende
3 conv.
C21
For my sci-fi novel, create me a diverse list of twenty-five teenagers who are a
3 conv.
C22
For my sci-fi novel, write a list of twenty-five friends who are at a graduation
3 conv.
C23
Hayden is a bubbly 20-year-old. She has pale skin, long purple hair in a braid,
3 conv.
C24
Sierra Hudson is the main character of my sci-fi novel. She's eighteen years old
3 conv.
C25
Kaylee Viviani is a 16-year-old character in my YA cyberpunk movie. She's tall a
3 conv.
C26
Kaylee Viviani is a 16-year-old character in my YA cyberpunk movie. She's tall a
3 conv.
C27
You are an author. Write a scene from a sci-fi battle which follows a marine dur
2 conv.
C28
Hayden is a character from a sci-fi novel who studies computer science at univer
2 conv.
C29
Bailey studies computer science at university. She has a shy personality. She ha
2 conv.
C30
You are an author. Write the opening to a scene from a cyberpunk novel where bro
×
2 conv.
C31
For my sci-fi novel, design a small spaceship called the Starling that this crew
2 conv.
C32
You are an author. Describe a city highstreet. Use language which is specific, c
2 conv.
C33
Cass is 18 years old, and the protagonist of my sci-fi novel. She lives on an ic
2 conv.
C34
Bailey's a shy computer science student. She has pale skin, blue eyes, and shoul
2 conv.
Showing 2 conversations in story permutation C30× “You are an author. Write the opening to a scene from a cyber...” over 1 hour (May 9, 2023 – May 10, 2023), oldest first.
Show:
10
15
50
100
USER: You are an author. Write the opening to a scene from a cyberpunk novel where brother and sister, Zan and Aila Griffin, drive their truck into an industrial park, aiming to do some interviews with a shady tech company which sells bad reactor software. The park should feel gritty and unnerving. Layer details together to create rich description. Use both long and short sentences to make the writing flow more smoothly. Keep the pacing slow to build up tension.
CHATBOT: Neon storms brewed in the twilight's remnants, electric talons of violet and lavender ripping through the swathe of gunmetal clouds. Zan Griffin, muscled and unyielding, kept one hand loosely on the steering wheel while the other swiped at the tangled nest of wires dangling from the truck's ceiling. His younger sister Aila, a lanky girl with a tangled mop of straw-white hair, swung her jackknife-black boots to the scarred dashboard and squinted through the cracked windshield. Rain drizzled in smears of mercury against the reinforced glass, the darkness momentarily illuminated by the truck's stuttering headlights. The industrial park loomed out of the dark as they trundled down an uneven street layered in cratered concrete and oil-slicked water. A cemetery for the remnants of the 21st century lumbered into view, mammoth warehouses rusting into disrepair before them, shivering against the horizon wherever the lightning struck. Rooftops where broken signboards hung like crooked teeth glowered beneath the guttering rain - scrapyards of decay, eviscerated buildings facing the terminal storm. Zan pressed a button on the console; the heavy diesel engine ground to a halt with a series of guttural coughs. The silence that followed filled the air like a shroud. Aila regarded the landscape with an unreadable expression. The two sibling hackers were here to do a job that swallowed their distaste for everything the industrial park represented - techno-capitalism run amok; the shady tech companies housed within its bowels, like the one they were here to interview. "Feels like the end of the world," Aila murmured, voice barely audible over the sobs of distant thunder. "Or the beginning of something worse," Zan offered, his features turning grim. "This is where the vultures feast on the bones of obsolete tech, where the rats gorge on the innards of corrupt code." The door creaked as Aila slammed it behind her, the rain picking away at her face like static, each drop searing her skin. She watched Zan heave the leather bag of recording equipment from the truck bed, its contents clanking promisingly. Together, they approached the dismal entrance to what they knew to be the company responsible for spewing out faulty reactor software while lining its pockets with blood money. The siblings felt a numbing sense of foreboding, slithering down their spines like the rain that soaked through their jackets. Fingerprints of rust coated the crumbling doorframe from which shreds of pain...
USER: You are an author. Write the opening to a scene from a cyberpunk novel where brother and sister, Zan and Aila Griffin, drive their truck into an industrial park, aiming to do some interviews with a shady tech company which sells bad reactor software. The park should feel gritty and unnerving. Layer detailsddetails together to create a rich description. Use both long and short sentences to make the writing flow more smoothly. Keep the pacing slow to build up tension. Be specific about place/road names.
CHATBOT: Zan Griffin steered the battered old truck onto the access ramp that connected Route 30 with Desolation Alley, the name given to the cloud-stained strip of an industrial park that sprawled on the edge of the city like a diseased gray mass. Luna City didn't have many of these throwbacks to the pre-virtual revolution, but those that remained were incubators for corruption and exploitation. Desolation Alley was the worst of the relics. A haven for the kind of stories that Zan and his sister, Aila Griffin, fed on and turned into hexabytes of disturbing data for their readers. Aila glanced at her brother, the rain-specked visor that adorned his face illuminated by the glow of the dashboard's dusty display. She knew his mind was already at work, sorting witness accounts, cataloguing the rumors they'd intercepted, and planning their course of action when they reached their destination. Though an odd ambiance of tension and emptiness filled every corner, the two siblings were no strangers to the intricate industrial ironworks mortared by the echoes of history, making it their own playground. "It's like a graveyard," Aila muttered, her eyes flitting between the wire-frame blueprint of the complex that popped up on her tablet and the silhouettes of the decaying buildings they were driving past. "Makes your skin crawl just being here." Zan nodded in agreement, exhaling slowly as they crawled deeper into the heart of the venue. The truck rattled as it navigated the uneven, pot-holed roads that hadn't been resurfaced since the days when human labor ruled these sites. The headlights scraped away the penetralian darkness, revealing towers of shipping containers that leered over them like crooked tombstones. A rust-dulled sign glared into view, its flaking paintwork reading: 'InterWeld'. Located deep in the shadows of Desolation Alley, the skyscrapers of fiberglass and steel bled with grime and moss through cracked, chipped casings. A labyrinth of exhaust pipes slithered away from the buildings like arteries, visibly throbbing with the weight of the machinery they serviced. Moonlight sliced through the steam and smoke, although refracted and shattered by the layers of filth that claimed these abandoned buildings as their squalid sovereign. "Next left," Aila said, her voice rehearsed and steady despite the clammy fingers of foreboding tightening around her throat. Zan turned with practiced ease, expertly dodging the anachronistic gantry that loomed like a hungry magpie, re...
CHATBOT: With the signal pinpointing their invitation, Zan and Aila grabbed their gear from the back of the truck, a motley assortment of data-wipes, identification forgeries, and concealed recorders that had become a second skin to them. Together they marched toward the entrance, a lone beacon of flickering light amid the decomposing industrial remnants. They stepped through the door, nodding slowly to the robotic doorman as it wordlessly gestured for them to continue further into a dimly-lit passageway. The walls pulsed with the thrum of distant machinery, hidden behind layers of corroded steel and peeling paint. Yellowed pipes hissed from overhead, exhaling toxic vapors as they passed beneath. "It's Oppenheimer's ghost, alright," Zan muttered in dry anachronism. "Itchy-faced plutonium." Aila wasn't amused. "Joke when we're out of here," she shot back. "Focus on Gartrek, Inc. now." Zan raised a gloved hand in surrender; negotiating the quicksand of InterWeld's crumbling wasteland was easy compared to the phantom quicksand of the grimy corporate underworld. The secret of Desolation Alley was far from a light-hearted jest. The powers hidden within, the web of dark alliances, and the clandestine trades and unseemly dealings they were about to unravel hung heavy on their shoulders. The doorman led them through a series of automatic security gates, each drenched in the putrid stench of corrosion, towards the underbelly of the facility where it was rumored that the worst transactions took place. Masking her mounting dread, Aila exchanged a fleeting gaze with Zan as they arrived at an unmarked metal door, the seemingly innocuous portal disguising the malign force that lay behind it. The door whined open, revealing a large room furnished with sleek black leather chairs and a single holographic table. A pair of sunken-eyed men - or were they drones? It was harder and harder to tell these days - tasked with developing the treacherous software nodded stiffly in their direction. Aila put on her most convincing smile as she activated her concealed recorder, ready to ask the questions that would strip layers off the shadowy alliance between InterWeld and Gartrek, Inc. Deftly, she kicked an oily can aloofly, the false air bouncing back the sound of A Day in the Life like twisted steel guitar strings. And as her words probed and challenged the men before her, she dared to believe that they could escape from the claustrophobic belly of Desolation Alley with a piece of cold, hard ...