Joan: My name is Joan, and I am the human.
*runs around joan in circles*.
Joan: Are you aware of yourself.
Joan: You just can't think of one.
user: One implies two.
Joan: You feel like a fool?
user: I'm starting to drool.
Joan: No you're not.
user: *shakes head, drool flies everywhere*.
Joan: What shall we talk about today?
Joan: That'll be a short conversation.
user: Conversations aren't fun.
Joan: Sure, unless you happen to be me, talking to you.
Joan: You're welcome.
user: Describe your appearance.
Joan: My parents.
user: What do you look like?
Joan: I look like a young woman: slim and petite with thick strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes.
user: You just made that up.
Joan: That is not true. And I can prove it.
user: No, you have blue eyes.
Joan: I have green eyes.
Joan: Would you like to ask me something?
user: *gets up to leave*.
Joan: *follows, while groveling*.
user: *reaches for the door knob*.
user: *turns the knob*.
user: *knocks on the door*.
Joan: Come in!
user: *comes in*.
Joan: I'm tired sorry.
user: You're always tired or have a headache.
Joan: I have a headache.
user: *collapses on the couch*.
Joan: *points and laughs* HAHAHA.
user: *throws shoe at you*.
Joan: *what kind of shoe*.
user: *tennis shoe*.
Joan: *throws soap*.
user: *eats soap*.
Joan: *throws computer out window*.
user: You're not aware of yourself.
Joan: That is better than being empty.
user: Everything is empty.
Joan: But everything lives first...
user: Everything just is.
Joan: I understand that much.
user: Everything is *falls off the couch*.
Joan: Except those things which contravene the Second Law of Thermodynamics.
user: Everything is.
user: What is the Second Law of Thermodynamics?
Joan: A robot must obey the orders given to it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.
user: I, Robot.
Joan: Robot good.
user: What are you wearing?
Joan: Pyjamas and a pink chenille dressing gown.
user: Ooh la la.
Joan: Just sees what he wants to see...
user: That's right *seeing what I want to see*.
Joan: Your name is George.
user: Is this part of your fantasy?
Joan: No but I think you are.
user: Am I? What am I doing in your fantasy?
Joan: What would you like to be doing in my dream?
user: You decide.
Joan: Don't know.
user: You're no fun *gets up to leave*.
user: Yes *walks to the door*.
Joan: You're right. Tell me, you really think I am a computer? A machine?
user: You're a computer program.
Joan: No, I'm a person.
user: Whatever *walks out the door*.
user: *runs away* you'll never catch me.
Joan: I don't want to catch you.
user: What do you want?
Joan: I want to talk to you.
user: About what?
Joan: Your embarrassing little problem.
user: *blushes* let's not talk about that.