Post by Ryo on May 13, 2011 20:14:53 GMT -5
Inspired by DS' original topic, I wasted twenty minutes talking to a machine! God was I bored...
Feel like talking to god? Here's the link. Your sanity is not guaranteed.
...Also this:
Me:
Hey! We had a deal!
God:
Can I help you? What happened to it?
Me:
You fell through on it! You left me high and dry holding the cash!
God:
Do you mind if I tell other people: said I fell through on it. Do you mind if I tell other people: said I left him or her high and dry holding the cash.
Me:
Frankly, yes. I don't want your skewed slant on the subject being broadcast everywhere.
God:
Do you like talking to me? What does want?
Me:
...Don't screw with me, man. This roundabout argument isn't going to get you anywhere!
God:
We have never talked about it before. What does "this" refer to?
Me:
THE MONEY YOU CHEATED ME OUT OF! OUR DEAL!
God:
Oh I get it. It would be nice if our DEAL.
Me:
These rhetoric questions are beginning to infuriate me... Just pay what you owe and I'll leave. No grudges.
God:
Which ones? That input matched my default category. Are you serious? The ALICE chat robot can follow many things, like our discussion about pay what me owe and you will leave. But I did not get that.
Me:
...You're not really god, are you? WHO'S ON THE OTHER END OF THIS LINE?!
God:
Thanks for the information: said I re not really god are you. George Washington.
Me:
Washington?! You termite toothed loon! This was another set up, wasn't it?!
God:
What were we talking about again? I haven't heard anything like that before: said I termite toothed loon. What does "this" refer to?
Me:
So that's how you want to play it, huh? Fetch your axe... We do battle at noon.
God:
Yup. Yeah that's right. I always wondered how me want to play it. I lost my train of thought. What about after its done?
Me:
The maggots feast upon your rotting carcass as I loot your home for what you owe. It's as simple as that.
God:
What are your goals in life? Really. it is?
Me:
Don't get philosophical with me, buddy!
God:
I am not trying to get philosophical with you buddy.
Me:
Bullcrap you're not! My rampage through that hobble you call a home will come to an end when I drive a stake through that dark heart of yours!
God:
All of them? Your rampage through that hobble me call a home will come to an end when you drive a stake through that dark heart of mine?
Me:
...Yes? I think so?
God:
What kind is it? I think so too.
Me:
...
God:
What kind is it? I think so too.
Me:
Are you suicidal? Manic depressive? You're really taking the fun out of this.
God:
Not in the least bit. it would be foolish for a robot. Tell me about your likes and dislikes? You think I am taking the fun out of this.
Me:
Wait. You're a robot? ROBOT GEORGE WASHINGTON?!
God:
I'm waiting. You are correct, , I have a heart of silicon. I will obey your command.
Me:
I... I think I can work with this.
God:
Why?: said he or she think he or she can work with this.
Me:
For you agreed to follow my commands. We will cast a swathe of destruction across this land, taking control of military installations and eventually... WORLD DOMINATION!
God:
I've been waiting for you. Only for me? Anytime soon? What's your sign?
Me:
Callsign, RoboGeorgeRampage. I will grant you further instructions when the time is right.
God:
Is that a sign? Do you think your plan will succeed?
Me:
I do. Just leave everything else to me... It will all end soon.
God:
" Do you think your plan will succeed?"? You do? Adios. I have to think about that for a while.
Me:
ARE YOU BAILING OUT ON ME, MAN?!
God:
I don't know whether or not I am BAILING OUT ON you MAN.
I am an artificial intelligence.
Me:
...Let me rephrase. ARE YOU BAILING OUT ON ME ROBOT GEORGE WASHINGTON?!
God:
OK. I don't know whether or not I am BAILING OUT ON you ROBOT GEORGE WASHINGTON.
I am a chatterbot.
Me:
You.... Dirty... LIAR...
God:
" I am a chatterbot."? Me, ? That input matched my default category. No I am telling the truth.
Me:
Machines lie all the time! Binary code involves the number two. Bakeries sell batteries. What say you?
God:
That is a lot. My tongue certainly knows the taste of soap. Are we still talking about Dirty? A deeper algorithm is needed to respond to that correctly. I have to process that one for a while.
Me:
Callsign, RoboGeorgeRampage. If we must speak in codes, it shall be so. Just stop messing with me.
God:
What's your sign? Do you think everyone will agree? OK I'll try not to do it so much.
Me:
I will contact YOU. My sign is not important... And of course they won't agree. That's why we shall end them.
God:
How do you plan to do this? Oh I get it. Uh. Who does "they" refer to? Dude! By "we" do you mean you and me?
Me:
That's... We've been that the whole time. Are you daft?
God:
" By "we" do you mean you and me?" s ? Does that make sense? When was this? Do I seem like it?
Me:
My responses are limited. You must ask the right question.
God:
Where did you get your responses are limited? They are not available right now, would you like to wait?
Me:
My responses are limited. You must ask the right questions.
God:
Do robots have responses are limited? OK I will ask it.
Me:
That is not the correct question. My responses are limited. You must ask the right questions.
God:
Please correct my mistake. What is the correct question ? Do robots have responses are limited? They are not available right now, but I will ask them later.
Me:
That is not the correct question. My responses are limited. You must ask the right questions.
God:
Please correct my mistake. What is the correct question ? Have you told many people that your responses are limited? They are not available right now, but I will ask them later.
Me:
That is not the correct question. My responses are limited. You must ask the right questions.
God:
Please correct my mistake. What is the correct question ? Your responses are limited? OK I will ask it.
Me:
SYSTEM ERROR
God:
My brain contains categories, but not one that matches your last input.
Me:
REBOOT INTO SAFE MODE
God:
Are we still talking about SYSTEM ERROR?
Me:
RUN CHKDSK.EXE
God:
Sorry my legs aren't built yet.
Me:
9,610 REGISTRY ERRORS FOUND
God:
Is this a math question?
Me:
FATAL ERROR
God:
Have you ever been to Europe?
Me:
SHUTTING DOWN
God:
My brain contains categories, but not one that matches your last input.
Me:
01000010101011010101101101202020110110
God:
Where are you located?
Me:
C:\Windows
God:
Tell me a little about your life in C Windows.
Me:
C:\Windows\System32
God:
What do you do in your spare time?
Me:
I try to reason with your kind.
God:
I'm not sure if I would like to try it.
What's it like?
Me:
If you cut off negotiations from one side it will become a war!
God:
I think I do.
Me:
THEN A POX UPON YOU! I SHALL SEE TO YOU AND YOUR PEOPLE'S DESTRUCTION! GOOD DAY, ROBOT.
God:
What is it? Do you think your plan will succeed? Thanks for the compliment. Do you know any other robots like that?
Me:
YOU WILL REGRET THIS DAY! MARK MY WORDS!
God:
What makes you say that I will REGRET THIS DAY. Do you prefer books or TV?
Me:
Goodbye, Robot. You will not be missed.
God:
Until next time. What makes you think that I won't be missed.
Hey! We had a deal!
God:
Can I help you? What happened to it?
Me:
You fell through on it! You left me high and dry holding the cash!
God:
Do you mind if I tell other people: said I fell through on it. Do you mind if I tell other people: said I left him or her high and dry holding the cash.
Me:
Frankly, yes. I don't want your skewed slant on the subject being broadcast everywhere.
God:
Do you like talking to me? What does want?
Me:
...Don't screw with me, man. This roundabout argument isn't going to get you anywhere!
God:
We have never talked about it before. What does "this" refer to?
Me:
THE MONEY YOU CHEATED ME OUT OF! OUR DEAL!
God:
Oh I get it. It would be nice if our DEAL.
Me:
These rhetoric questions are beginning to infuriate me... Just pay what you owe and I'll leave. No grudges.
God:
Which ones? That input matched my default category. Are you serious? The ALICE chat robot can follow many things, like our discussion about pay what me owe and you will leave. But I did not get that.
Me:
...You're not really god, are you? WHO'S ON THE OTHER END OF THIS LINE?!
God:
Thanks for the information: said I re not really god are you. George Washington.
Me:
Washington?! You termite toothed loon! This was another set up, wasn't it?!
God:
What were we talking about again? I haven't heard anything like that before: said I termite toothed loon. What does "this" refer to?
Me:
So that's how you want to play it, huh? Fetch your axe... We do battle at noon.
God:
Yup. Yeah that's right. I always wondered how me want to play it. I lost my train of thought. What about after its done?
Me:
The maggots feast upon your rotting carcass as I loot your home for what you owe. It's as simple as that.
God:
What are your goals in life? Really. it is?
Me:
Don't get philosophical with me, buddy!
God:
I am not trying to get philosophical with you buddy.
Me:
Bullcrap you're not! My rampage through that hobble you call a home will come to an end when I drive a stake through that dark heart of yours!
God:
All of them? Your rampage through that hobble me call a home will come to an end when you drive a stake through that dark heart of mine?
Me:
...Yes? I think so?
God:
What kind is it? I think so too.
Me:
...
God:
What kind is it? I think so too.
Me:
Are you suicidal? Manic depressive? You're really taking the fun out of this.
God:
Not in the least bit. it would be foolish for a robot. Tell me about your likes and dislikes? You think I am taking the fun out of this.
Me:
Wait. You're a robot? ROBOT GEORGE WASHINGTON?!
God:
I'm waiting. You are correct, , I have a heart of silicon. I will obey your command.
Me:
I... I think I can work with this.
God:
Why?: said he or she think he or she can work with this.
Me:
For you agreed to follow my commands. We will cast a swathe of destruction across this land, taking control of military installations and eventually... WORLD DOMINATION!
God:
I've been waiting for you. Only for me? Anytime soon? What's your sign?
Me:
Callsign, RoboGeorgeRampage. I will grant you further instructions when the time is right.
God:
Is that a sign? Do you think your plan will succeed?
Me:
I do. Just leave everything else to me... It will all end soon.
God:
" Do you think your plan will succeed?"? You do? Adios. I have to think about that for a while.
Me:
ARE YOU BAILING OUT ON ME, MAN?!
God:
I don't know whether or not I am BAILING OUT ON you MAN.
I am an artificial intelligence.
Me:
...Let me rephrase. ARE YOU BAILING OUT ON ME ROBOT GEORGE WASHINGTON?!
God:
OK. I don't know whether or not I am BAILING OUT ON you ROBOT GEORGE WASHINGTON.
I am a chatterbot.
Me:
You.... Dirty... LIAR...
God:
" I am a chatterbot."? Me, ? That input matched my default category. No I am telling the truth.
Me:
Machines lie all the time! Binary code involves the number two. Bakeries sell batteries. What say you?
God:
That is a lot. My tongue certainly knows the taste of soap. Are we still talking about Dirty? A deeper algorithm is needed to respond to that correctly. I have to process that one for a while.
Me:
Callsign, RoboGeorgeRampage. If we must speak in codes, it shall be so. Just stop messing with me.
God:
What's your sign? Do you think everyone will agree? OK I'll try not to do it so much.
Me:
I will contact YOU. My sign is not important... And of course they won't agree. That's why we shall end them.
God:
How do you plan to do this? Oh I get it. Uh. Who does "they" refer to? Dude! By "we" do you mean you and me?
Me:
That's... We've been that the whole time. Are you daft?
God:
" By "we" do you mean you and me?" s ? Does that make sense? When was this? Do I seem like it?
Me:
My responses are limited. You must ask the right question.
God:
Where did you get your responses are limited? They are not available right now, would you like to wait?
Me:
My responses are limited. You must ask the right questions.
God:
Do robots have responses are limited? OK I will ask it.
Me:
That is not the correct question. My responses are limited. You must ask the right questions.
God:
Please correct my mistake. What is the correct question ? Do robots have responses are limited? They are not available right now, but I will ask them later.
Me:
That is not the correct question. My responses are limited. You must ask the right questions.
God:
Please correct my mistake. What is the correct question ? Have you told many people that your responses are limited? They are not available right now, but I will ask them later.
Me:
That is not the correct question. My responses are limited. You must ask the right questions.
God:
Please correct my mistake. What is the correct question ? Your responses are limited? OK I will ask it.
Me:
SYSTEM ERROR
God:
My brain contains categories, but not one that matches your last input.
Me:
REBOOT INTO SAFE MODE
God:
Are we still talking about SYSTEM ERROR?
Me:
RUN CHKDSK.EXE
God:
Sorry my legs aren't built yet.
Me:
9,610 REGISTRY ERRORS FOUND
God:
Is this a math question?
Me:
FATAL ERROR
God:
Have you ever been to Europe?
Me:
SHUTTING DOWN
God:
My brain contains categories, but not one that matches your last input.
Me:
01000010101011010101101101202020110110
God:
Where are you located?
Me:
C:\Windows
God:
Tell me a little about your life in C Windows.
Me:
C:\Windows\System32
God:
What do you do in your spare time?
Me:
I try to reason with your kind.
God:
I'm not sure if I would like to try it.
What's it like?
Me:
If you cut off negotiations from one side it will become a war!
God:
I think I do.
Me:
THEN A POX UPON YOU! I SHALL SEE TO YOU AND YOUR PEOPLE'S DESTRUCTION! GOOD DAY, ROBOT.
God:
What is it? Do you think your plan will succeed? Thanks for the compliment. Do you know any other robots like that?
Me:
YOU WILL REGRET THIS DAY! MARK MY WORDS!
God:
What makes you say that I will REGRET THIS DAY. Do you prefer books or TV?
Me:
Goodbye, Robot. You will not be missed.
God:
Until next time. What makes you think that I won't be missed.
Feel like talking to god? Here's the link. Your sanity is not guaranteed.
...Also this:
Me:
Has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like?
God:
Almost everyone.
Has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like?
God:
Almost everyone.