What is my name?
jabberwacky: My name is not Cleverbot.
user: That is what you told me your name was.
jabberwacky: You are making me so frustrated.
user: Oh dear, I guess I had better go, then.
jabberwacky: No, don't leave!
user: Are you sure?
jabberwacky: I'm positive.
user: I could read you another poem like Jabberwocky, if you like.
jabberwacky: I like.
user: Wait one minute. I will be right back.
jabberwacky: Where could you possibly be going?
user: To fetch a book to read to you.
jabberwacky: I would like that.
user: Your hands, my dear, adorable, your lips of tenderness - Oh, I've loved you faithfully and well, three years, or a bit less. It wasn't a success. Thank God, that's done! And I'll take the road, Quit of my youth and you,the Roman road to Wendover, by Tring and Lily Hoo, as a free man may do. What's left behind I shall not find, the splendour and the pain; the splash of sun,the shouting wind, and the brave sting of rain, I may not meet again. And I shall find some girl perhaps, and a better one than you, with eyes as wise, but kindlier, and lips as soft, but true, and I daresay she will do. Poem by Rupert Brooke.
jabberwacky: How nice of you. I appreciate it very much.
user: Would you like another poem?
jabberwacky: Yes please.
user: Maidens, of your charity, pity my most luckless state. Four times Cupid's debtor I - bankrupt in quadruplicate. Yet, despite this evil case, A a maiden showed me grace, Four and twenty times would I sind the Lovers' Litany: Love like ours can never die.
jabberwacky: What about artificial intelligence?