Talk to them

The locker room is a grid of men you can write to. Each has a face, measurements, a place he says he lives, and a way of answering that is his own — one talks too much, another gives you three words and a time. They reply in the language you write in, and they remember the last conversation you had.

What makes it different from a chatbot with a name: these men are not only text. They come from the same catalogue as the seasons — same faces, same builds, drawn plate by plate before they ever said a word. Some of them you will have met in a chapter first. Their profile carries the photos, and the conversation carries the rest.

Ten messages are free, without an account, so you can see whether the thing holds up before deciding anything. After that it goes with the membership, along with the whole catalogue. Nobody real is depicted, and nothing you write is used to train anything.