conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I did it, I put my face in the water!”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Yes, you did. Now let’s try it for about ten seconds.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “What?! You’re going to make me do such advanced moves on my first day? !”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “That’s…not advanced.” I was starting to realize she wasn’t going to be swimming today. We were both in our bathing suits. Claire looked like a supermodel in her bright red bikini and white wrap. This world was theoretically supposed to resemble medieval Europe, so the presence of such modern swimsuits was a clear giveaway that it had been developed by Japanese people in the 21st century. The game developers would probably have been swamped by player complaints if the characters had showed up in historically accurate swimwear. Actually, Revolution had been designed for a female audience, so more design work had been put into the male swimsuits than the female ones. Of course, there were no boys here, making that irrelevant.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Let’s try for ten seconds.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Hmgh… Fine. I, Claire François, have mastered countless skills before and I shall do so again.” Claire talked herself up as she went through her tragic but brave preparations again before finally putting her face in the water.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Blah! How many seconds was that? !”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Five.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Ergh…this is hard. I never imagined humans were capable of such things…”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Most people can do it, you know? !” I never imagined Claire would have this much trouble with water. I wondered if it was because her attribute was fire?
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I wish to take a break.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “What?! All you’ve done is put your face in the water twice!”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “And that was plenty. If I am already able to put my face in the water for five seconds, soon enough I’ll be able to swim.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “You will not!”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Rae! Miss Claire! I brought you lunch.” We looked up to see my mom waving at us with one hand and holding a basket in the other. In her swimsuit. She was wearing a black one-piece suit. It had two white stripes on the side. In other words, it was a typical school-issued swimsuit. A woman, in her late thirties, wearing a school-issued swimsuit. Worst of all, she was rocking it.
conversations.prefix: Mom:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Perfect timing. We were just taking a break,” Claire said as she wiped herself dry with the towel I handed her.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Oh, I see. How many meters did you make it to? You’re so talented, Miss Claire, I’m sure you could swim one hundred meters with ease,” my mother said with an innocent smile. She meant well. She wasn’t doing it on purpose.
conversations.prefix: Mom:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Oh, well…just about.” Liar!
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Heh heh. I thought so. Oh, here is your lunch. I tried making some sandwiches,” my mother said, taking a cloth out of the basket to show us sandwiches and a thermos.
conversations.prefix: Mom:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Thank you very much,” Claire said sweetly, but her expression was stiff.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “It’s okay, Miss Claire,” I whispered in her ear. She looked back, questioningly.
conversations.prefix: Rae: