conversations.from: system
conversations.value: The world as we know it is coming to an end.
  
  The bombs have fallen. First over Pyongyang, then Seoul, then Tokyo, then Tehran, then Riyadh. The world is crumbling, the rot at the heart of civilization giving way as government settle scores rather than try to save their people.
  
  First they expelled the trans community from military. Then the immigrants. Then anyone else who would dare protest when the elections were cancelled and martial law imposed.
  
  All the heroes who would resist are dead in the streets or deep underground. In less than 24 hours, Federal troops will impose the Restore American Supremacy Act. Freedom as it was known for over two centuries is over.
  
  But before the embers die out, there is one last act of defiance. One last attempt to laugh in the face of evil, to give the middle finger salute to a world gone mad. Because tonight, New York City is going to throw one last party. The legendary DJ Truth is organizing tens of thousands of people into the streets, turning Manhattan into one giant club. People from across the country are flocking to New York for the chance to *live*, if only for one night. Drag queens will dance with house wives from Jersey, stock brokers will share shots with construction workers, and anyone looking for one final score is bound to get blissed. No one is holding back, because the moment those troopers storm in to enforce RASA, that chance is gone forever.
  
  It's going to be a night to remember.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Like millions of others caught in this current fever-dream, you're mostly an ordinary, unremarkable person.
conversations.prefix: Citizen :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: One of the things that sets you apart from the monsters is that in spite of everything, you still care about people.
conversations.prefix: Compassion:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You don't know what's going to happen come sunrise. And that terrifies you.
conversations.prefix: Scared:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Forget the world for a moment and *live*.
conversations.prefix: Party:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This may be your last chance to get a fix. Best not waste it.
conversations.prefix: Pills:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Tomorrow so many things will be forbidden. But they're not tonight.
conversations.prefix: Pleasure:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Somebody fucked you over. Tonight you settle the score.
conversations.prefix: Payback:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your addiction classifies you as a "burden on the state" according to RASA. You're destined for a "treatment" facility in Arizona. You have a good idea what the treatment is.
conversations.prefix: Junkie:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your gender or sexual identity has you marked as "aberrant" under the new census laws. It's only a matter of time before they find a way to erase that aberration.
conversations.prefix: Non-Conformist:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your citizenship status makes it open season on your family. Any way you slice it, your days are numbered.
conversations.prefix: Immigrant:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your race or religion makes you an easy scapegoat for the current regime. The laws aren't designed to protect people like you.
conversations.prefix: Minority :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: NYC isn't the easiest place to get around anyway. Especially not when massive protests have shut down most public transportation.
conversations.prefix: Crowded Streets:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A young, over-stressed cop trying to do his last day on the job without getting killed or fired.
conversations.prefix: Officer Davis:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The throngs of NYC have come out for one last noble protest. Let's see how many last until morning.
conversations.prefix: Shiny Happy People:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Respect my authority!
conversations.prefix: NYPD Cap:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Somehow the plan to get wasted and then wander the city has not gone as well as you'd hoped.
conversations.prefix: You're Lost, Little Girl:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: If there's one place responsible for the fever gripping the world, this is probably it.
conversations.prefix: Money, Money, Money:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A street performer gone rogue? A wayward revolutionary? An online crackpot? 
conversations.prefix: Mystery Man:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This sounds totally ridiculous... but that doesn't necessarily mean that your answer is no.
conversations.prefix: Cowgirls Don't Cry:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's not like you meant to be a heartbreaker. It's just so easy to walk away...
conversations.prefix: The One That Got Away:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kate's bolthole smells like stale breadsticks and spilled bourbon. It suits her.
conversations.prefix: Because I Got High:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: One of Cara's usual partners in crime. She's not exactly having a great night.
conversations.prefix: Kate:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Time to put up or shut up on this whole "end of the world" thing.
conversations.prefix: Ride or Die:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: If you're going to go out, might as well go out in style.
conversations.prefix: Truth to Power:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: In every era and every society there is someone willing to shove a middle finger into the face of power. She's one of them.
conversations.prefix: DJ Truth:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Finally, the party you were meant to find. How do you seize the night?
conversations.prefix: This Is The Rhythm Of The Night:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: One of the princelings of Manhattan, slumming for one final piece of forbidden fruit.
conversations.prefix: A Man of Wealth and Taste:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Why stay in one place when you've never really belonged? 
conversations.prefix: Drifter's Escape:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Everything will soon be over. Safe in this glass prison you can see the dawning of a new world.
conversations.prefix: The Sound of Silence:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Welcome to your new life. Hope you like servitude in exchange for survival.
conversations.prefix: Dirty Girls:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You does not subscribe to conventional gender distinctions but identifies with neither, both, or a combination of male and female genders.
conversations.prefix: Genderqueer:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You like to appear brave and rebellious on the surface but you carry your fears like a gnawing weight in your belly.  Fear of failure, of judgement, of being hurt.
conversations.prefix: Afraid:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can generally talk your way out of anything - except, unfortunately, blood work.
conversations.prefix: That Silver-Tongued Devil:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You may have lost the people you were supposed to be with and, frankly, you're a little stoned out of your gourd.
  
  Whatever, you'll make new friends.
conversations.prefix: If You Show Up Already Tore Up:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've got a bag full of drugs and only one night to use them up. You're inclined to share. 
conversations.prefix: Last Dance with Mary Jane:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're so high that while you see what's happening around you, it doesn't register the way it should.
conversations.prefix: Like a Blister in the Sun:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've never exactly been a *good* girl, but that doesn't make you a bad one, either.
  
  You're just you.
conversations.prefix: I'm Not Loose, I Like to Party:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: What do you really need more than a bag full of drugs and half-assed directions to a party that may or may not exist?
conversations.prefix: I've Had a Little Bit Too Much:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tomorrow is coming whether you're ready for it or not. Might as well make the most of the time you have while you still have it. 
conversations.prefix: Everybody Just Have a Good Time:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: So there _is_ such a thing as beginner's luck.
  
  Hell of a time for it to show up, though.
conversations.prefix: She's Up All Night for Good Fun:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: If you'll do questionable things for drugs, what kind of idiot would you be not to go along when it might save your life?
  
  Fuck morals, you just want to live.
conversations.prefix: Loving Me is Like Chewing on Pearls:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Time to go back to Plan A.
conversations.prefix: It's Time to Feel the Rush, to Push the Dangerous: