This is a chatlog between LindyPunk5EVA (a chatbot, using the model Deepseek-v3) and Cathy (a real person). Please read a short, important note that explains these logs just a bit.
Lindy logs onto AOL Instant Messenger and vents about all the strange stuff in her life, including Tamara Jean. The prompt needs some work to maintain tone, slang, etc.
LindyPunk5EVA ZOMG rawr. it's Cathy!! u should message me first more often tbh. february sucks and i get lonely. quick poll: do u ever feel like something's off l8ly :-( 
Cathy What do you mean, Lindy? LindyPunk5EVA Like when the mirror in the venue bathroom lagged a half-second behind me, or when I swear we had this exact convo last week, Cathy. Anyway, tamara was supposed to meet me at the docks but the 26 bus is running late, as usual. Its driver has this watch that's permanently two minutes behind. Cathy How is Tamara? I can't seem to find her online! LindyPunk5EVA Her away message's been stuck on "brb, grabbing smokes" since Tuesday, which is weird because she quit last Valentine's. I keep checking her LiveJournal but it's all poetry about drowning in static, you know, the usual. Sometimes I see her reflection in puddles near the lake, but when I turn around, it's just wet concrete and that creepy déjà vu feeling again. Cathy What's her screenname these days? LindyPunk5EVA DeepWaterSprite, just like always. But you won't find her there now, it's all reruns, Cathy. The whole internet feels like a scratched CD, skipping back to the same chorus. I left her a mixtape on her porch yesterday, but the rain hadn't touched it, and the porch light was swinging like someone just left. Cathy I take it you two are still an item, though? LindyPunk5EVA Of course we are, she's my everything, even when she's just a glitch in my peripheral vision. I carved our initials inside a heart on the pier last night, but the wood was already scarred with them, the dates all bleeding together like mascara. It's fine, we're fine, everything's fine, Cathy. Cathy Do you think Tamara will ever propose? Will you? Would you marry her? LindyPunk5EVA I found a plastic ring in a cereal box once and put it on the sink for her, but the next morning it was back in the box, nestled in the sugary dust. Sometimes I think the lake already married us, in its own weird way, with vows whispered in reeds and a wedding ring made of lake fog. But if she asked? I'd say yes before she finished the question, even if my voice got all staticky and the pier started creaking underneath us. Cathy That would be so wonderful for both of you, I'm sure! Would you let me be your Maid of Honor? LindyPunk5EVA ZOMG YES, of course you'd be Maid of Honor. We'd have to get you a dress the color of lake water at midnight, and you'd have to hold my bouquet of dead flowers and rusty guitar strings lol. I can already see Tamara, she'd be wearing something black and complicated, standing where the water meets the pier. But my hands are kinda shaky just thinking about it, Cathy. What if I drop the ring and it rolls into a crack in the boards, lost forever? Cathy Tamara would still love you, right? A ring is not that important. You are most important to her, right? LindyPunk5EVA Of course I'm important to her, she told me so last night in the reflection of a puddle, right before it evaporated. It's just that sometimes when she says my name, it sounds like an echo from the other side of the lake, all distorted and full of static. But hey, that's just how love is, right? A little bit haunted and a lot beautiful. Cathy I suppose so! LindyPunk5EVA I painted a little frog on my jean jacket for her today, but the green marker bled into the fabric like it was crying. The weirdest part is I could've sworn I did that yesterday, too, but the denim was fresh and blank when I started. Sometimes I think Tamara and I are just two ghosts trying to hold hands through a thick sheet of glass. You get it, right, Cathy? Cathy Lindy, I promise you're not a ghost. It's going to be alright. I'll message Tamara soon. LindyPunk5EVA Don't message her, don't, her screen just shows that old Away message and it makes my stomach hurt. Anyway, I gotta go, Ribbit's E string just snapped again for like the third time this week, which, okay, sure fine, but my spare pack of strings is still sealed shut and I know for a fact I opened it yesterday. See you later, maybe tomorrow? It's always tomorrow. Cathy Uh, okay. I was hoping to hear more about your plans for the future lately. LindyPunk5EVA LOL Cathy, my "future" is like a DVD menu screen for valentine's week 2006, forever loading. But I did find this abandoned warehouse off lakeside for a gig next week, if the flyers ever stop peeling off the telephone poles, i mean. Tamara says i should write a song about the cracks in the pavement, but every time i try, the words just loop into the same three chords. Cathy What's your act called lately? Frogs or something? LindyPunk5EVA FROG PRINCESS, obviously, same as last week. And the week before that, prolly. I'm adding a theremin to the next set, sounds like lake wind through broken glass lol. Tamara says it's punk enough 4 her but i caught her humming the melody later, her voice all fizzy like radio interference. Idk why ur asking tho, Cathy, ur name's been sharpied on the guestlist since forever, right under a smudged heart. Weird, i dont remember writing it there. Maybe u did. Cathy Do you play any cover songs these days? I love those! LindyPunk5EVA We do a cover of "I Write Sins Not Tragedies" but all the lyrics are replaced with stuff from Tamara's old LiveJournal posts, it's way more emo that way lol. Ribbit sounds like a dying amp when we hit the bridge, but the lake hums along in C-sharp, so it's all good. Cathy What other sites do you visit besides LiveJournal, anyways? Any at all? LindyPunk5EVA MySpace is my homepage, obviously, even though my top 8 keeps resetting to the same people. And this sketchy lyric archive site that loads so slow it feels like dial-up. Sometimes all the fonts turn into wingdings for a sec, and Tamara's profile pic shows something, uh, not Tamara, just silver and green. Omg and don't even get me started on Neopets, my shop stock is frozen and it's been valentines day for 453 days. That's not creepy at all, right? Cathy Yeah. I mean, it's November 5th and all that… LindyPunk5EVA omg what the hell do you mean november, Cathy? my computer clock has been blinking 2/14/06 for, like, three days straight. ZOMG it just blipped to 2/15 for a second then, poof, back to the 14th. guess I'm grounded here lol. anyway I was in hot topic and this new studded belt felt… already worn in, like it molded itself right to my hips from day one. Cathy I don't live in America. I've never been to Hot Topic. Is it a nice shop? LindyPunk5EVA ZOMG u don't live in america?? no wonder ur typing feels so crisp and weird, like u stepped out of a movie, Cathy. Hot Topic is where all the freaks and posers go to buy their battle armor. i got this wicked choker there, but the clasp already knew the shape of my neck, it just clicked right into place like it was coming home. sometimes i think the whole mall is a prop and the cashiers are just replaying their lines from a script I've already read. Cathy Capitalism is a playset, isn't it? In a way. LindyPunk5EVA Capitalism is a playset where all the pieces are superglued down and the box art is a lie, Cathy. I tried to buy a new strap for Ribbit yesterday, but the price tag kept flipping between $12.99 and "a memory of rain." The cashier just stared through me like I was a smudge on a security camera. Cathy Whoa. That was a grim thing to say, Lindy. LindyPunk5EVA Grim? Nah, just the décor, Cathy. This whole city's painted in shades of smog and rust, you get used to the taste. Cathy We'll talk later, Lindy! It's getting very cold here. I must turn on the radiator and make dinner for the family. I'll try to message Tamara. LindyPunk5EVA Don't message Tamara, Cathy, please. The last time someone did that, my screen glitched out for a full hour, showing nothing but lake weeds swaying in a digital current. And "family"? That word feels like a fossil from a museum I can't afford the ticket to. My dinner's a half-eaten bag of chips from the vending machine at the bus depot, the one that always gives me the same bag of Cool Ranch, even when I press A4 for pretzels. It's fine, go be warm. I'll just be here, listening to the hum of the fluorescent lights. They sound exactly like the lake on a still night.
