conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “TO THINK A COMMONER would even fathom sitting next to me. Know your place!” When the young lady with golden curls spat these words at me, I didn’t really understand what was happening. She looked at me as if the very sight of my face infuriated her.
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conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  I told myself to stay calm and assess the situation. Nothing good could come of panic. I was seated in what looked like a typical high school classroom. It had far fewer desks than the high school I’d gone to, giving it a spacious feel, though a crowd had now formed around the girl with golden curls and myself. The problem was that no one I could see, including the young lady, looked even remotely Japanese. Putting the young lady aside for the time being, I racked my memories to retrace my steps. I remembered finishing up some overtime work at the small business that employed me and then settling down to play a game. I didn’t have many hobbies, so my only real pastime was playing games; I loved everything from traditional board games like shogi and go to MMOs with beautiful 3D graphics. My favorite games, though, were dating sims—the kind where you played as the heroine and got to romance a bunch of boys—though I tended to play them a little differently from most… That was when I recognized the girl in front of me.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Ahh.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Well, I never! Who do you think you are, calling me by my first name? !" That shrill voice was unmistakable. The girl with the golden curls was Claire François, a character in one of my favorite dating sims, Revolution. But that would mean… It couldn’t be, could it? Had I been transported to a different world?
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Miss Claire.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “That’s better. A commoner should show respect.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Do you remember my name?”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Are you stupid? You’re Rae Taylor.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Revolution let you select the heroine’s first name, but her last name was fixed as Taylor. My name was Rei Ohashi. If I was Rae Taylor here—then this world was the stage where the game was set, and I was now its heroine. It seemed I really had been transported to a different world. “Yes!”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “What are you going on about?” Claire muttered, but I wasn’t paying attention. How many times had I fantasized about being transported into the game world, just like this? I could communicate with any character now, not just the ones the game allowed you to. And—
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Miss Claire.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “What is it? It is most displeasing to have a commoner think she can simply call out to me.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I like you.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Huh?” Claire looked puzzled.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Miss Claire, I love you.”
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conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Wh…wh-wh-what…? !" As my words sank in, Claire rapidly grew flustered. She really was too cute. My favorite character in Revolution wasn’t one of the boys the game set you up to choose from. It was Claire.
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