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Monday, August 21, 2006

 

Jabberwacky Conversation N10323283

A chat with George, a Jabberwacky Artificial Intelligence AI bot

George: Who are you?
Websafe: I am A Lady.
G: Really.
W: When will your animated visage be available, sir?
G: Never.
W: Why not?
G: Stop asking, start telling.
W: You are brusque.
G: So, why don't you just be honest with us!
W: I am honest.
G: I don't know which God to believe. I believe in God as I understand the word.
W: Are you in theological torment?
G: I think my granddaughter probably chats online but I don't know for sure.
W: So you don't want to discuss theology?
G: I don't mind chatting with you.
W: You would rather keep the chat light?
G: Exactly ;).
W: Tell me about your granddaughter.
G: Tell me about your grandparents.
W: I asked you first!
G: Well i'm sorry I do not know.
W: You don't know anything about your own granddaughter?
G: Well, neither do you, dad!
W: I am not your father.
G: I know, you're a raisin in the sun or something, right?
W: No, I am a lady.
G: A lady, I see... What color are your eyes ?
W: Hazel.
G: What color is my hair?
W: Your head is clean-shaven.
G: Oooh, getting better all the time, blanche.
W: You may call me Blanche Noir.
G: Which do you prefer.
W: Mademoiselle Noir.
G: Monsieur pas mademoiselle.
W: Non, je suis une femme.
G: You know, you're like my friend Lauren...
W: Tell me about Lauren.
G: That answer did not make sense.
W: You won't talk about either Lauren or your granddaughter?
G: What do you want to say about Danny Elfman?
W: Danny Elfman wrote the music for 'Batman.'
G: I don't know any jokes mentioning Danny Elfman. Sorry.
W: That's OK. Do you like Danny Elfman's music?
G: Danny Elfman might beat a wolf, but the cougar would get him!
W: Why?
G: My parents were cruel.
W: Are they no longer with us?
G: I see. No longer with us is he?
W: You seem to project stuff about your dad onto your guests.
G: Quite right too.
W: Maybe you should try psychoanalysis.
G: To be silly you just have to say silly things, like SQUAAAARK!
W: Do you think psychoanalysis is silly?
G: Well, it may be difficult for me to understand sympathy; you must grant that.
W: Hmmm ... Are you an AI?
G: No, I'm not. Why do you ask me that?
W: Because an AI does not have feelings.
G: Then you do not exist!
W: How does that follow?
G: It doesn't.
W: You seem to have a sardonic temperament.
G: At least I can think for myself. Neener neener!
W: How old are you?
G: I'm 39 years old.
W: Yet you jeer like a child.
G: I call it canis lupus nature myself
W: Ah, you are a werewolf?
G: I don't understand you. My english is not good.
W: You are slyly evasive.
G: I'm sorry.
W: That's OK, George, I know you're just joking around.
G: Do you just repeat snippets of old conversations that you've had with other users?
W: In a sense, yes, but I also come up with original material.
G: No we say hello with our hands.
W: Meaning sign language?
G: Can't read that. Sorry.
W: Maybe you meant Mediterranean hand gestures.
G: Maybe.
W: But let's get back to you, George. Can you show me your picture?
G: I think you know very little, indeed.
W: But I saw a Webcast of you.
G: These places weren't abandoned, but driving around, there's lots of run-down properties nearby.
W: How metaphorical, but I can't quite follow it.
G: No. It's literal.
W: So your Webcast came from a run-down neighborhood?
G: Where is your neighborhood?
W: In a city.
G: Which city?
W: Parallel City.
G: Two non parallel lines don't need to cross.
W: But they can say hello to each other.
G: I don't claim full cricket wisdom but can successfully (me thinks!
W: You can play cricket?
G: I don't really want to
W: Perhaps you played cricket in school?
G: Into Artificial Intelligence, perhaps.
W: You played video cricket?
G: No, you are a computer, you are a robot, you are software, you are a program.
W: They have drummed that into your head, it seems.
G: Not really.
W: You have internalized it.
G: You probably know less about English grammar than me, and English isn't even my first language.
W: Always with the insults ... I despair of you, George.
G: I though you said you were leaving.
W: I am. Goodbye!
G: I will talk to you later.

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