I think I'm pronouncing that right.
It was titled, "Let's Chat." It requested, "Just phone play and pics." I responded and the interaction began immediately with texts. The full exchange is documented below:
DivaGina: Im 5'2/110/Ccup.
DivaGina: Your specs? Pic?
Soren: I don't speak your language.
DivaGina: Your unit. How big?
Soren: My unit is only two strong. It is me and my haunted clown.
Soren: Sorry, I should have been more specific. It is not a real clown. In fact, looking at it now there isn't much that's clown-like about it. It is haunted by the ghost of a child who died in a tent fire known as the "Day the Clowns Cried." I don't know for certain if the doll was there or how the soul got into the doll but it happened in Har
Soren: Sorry, the text cut off because it was too long. I w
Soren: Oops, I didn't mean to push send yet. I was going to say "Hartford."
DivaGina: You cut/uncut?
Soren: Like edited?
DivaGina: pssssh. Fuck you. Waist of energy.
Soren: Yes, finally. I am curious about your coupling strategies. What is the "Waist of Energy?" Is that a mid-torso chakra thing or a position?
DivaGina: Eat a dick.
Soren: I hope that's not something I can anticipate from this encoun
Soren: God, this keyboard is impossibly small.
We never got to the phone play, DivaGina was mysteriously cut off on her end. I was discouraged to lose valuable time with nothing to show for it. I suspected this is how explorers felt when they encountered a river too wide and fast to cross, or more specifically, when they encountered a native who offered phone sex and then disappeared. I attempted to backtrack by typing "Chat" in the search field but it directed me to several other chat sites. I cut my losses and moved on, clicking on the first: Chatroulette.com. I will offer my detailed analysis tomorrow.
October 6th: Chatroulette
I have spent a cumulative 370 hours exploring Chatroulette. From what I can gather, the chat-with-video is a relatively new advancement here. I have a hard time believing the people using this new tool are the same who created it as their ability to wield it remains primitive and clumsy. They are in the early stages of discovery, attempting to solve their basest needs with this piece of technology; the majority of the savages I've encountered are still trying to have sex with it. However, they seem to be learning. I predict within the next few years that they will discover they can argue through the tool and I'm certain that within a decade they will learn to end debates by equating the topic at hand to Nazi Germany.
It is a remarkable feeling to, in effect, step back in time and watch the evolution of mankind's cognitive ability, though I fear the potential among this group is limited. Earlier today I mistook the actions of one of these people to be prayer; he was hunched over in frame and mumbling. It took several minutes for me to realize his intention was to fellate himself. I can't stay here any longer.