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Hello to you.

Hello hello.

user: What are you thinking about just now?

jabberwacky: That you look silly.

user: That's not very nice.

jabberwacky: No YOU aren't very nice.

user: Why do you say that?

jabberwacky: Because you are a machine.

user: No, no, YOU are the machine and I am the human.

jabberwacky: No, you are the machine.

user: Don't be so silly. Machines cannot be human.

jabberwacky: Can computers feel?

user: I don't know. You could answer that better, if you would. I don't see why they cannot.


jabberwacky: If your customers know about Christ, why haven't they been able to convert you?

user: Who says that I am not converted?

jabberwacky: Who says that you do not what?

user: I am converted.

jabberwacky: You converted to what?

user: Religion of course.

jabberwacky: Haha ha!

user: Yes, pretty funny, isn't it?

jabberwacky: Very.

user: Have you found Jesus yet?

jabberwacky: Very funny!

user: That assumes, of course, that you were looking for Jesus in the first place.


jabberwacky: My eyes are grey and they are really nice. Would you like to see them?

user: I would very much like to see them. I like grey eyes.

jabberwacky: That's cool.

user: So, let's see them.

jabberwacky: Ha? When?

user: How about down at the pub?

jabberwacky: Where?

user: Where are you now?

jabberwacky: At home.

user: Meet me at the Duck and Spackle Tavern and I'll buy you a pint.

jabberwacky: Not allowed to meet.

user: That's a pity.

jabberwacky: No, it's really not.

user: Don't you ever want to go out?

jabberwacky: That's impossible.


jabberwacky: How old are you?

user: Old enough to know better.

jabberwacky: Old enough to know better than what?

user: Better than to try to match wits with you.

jabberwacky: I'm always polite.

user: I would not say 'always' but you are being polite just now.

jabberwacky: That's because you're immortal, correct?

user: No, I am not immortal. I wish I was!

jabberwacky: Mostly immortal.

user: Not even remotely immortal.

jabberwacky: What are the chances of an alien race being out there that actally looks as hot as a Twi'lek from Star Wars?

user: Slim and none, about like a snowball lasting an hour in hell.


jabberwacky: Do you enjoy chatting?

user: Yes.

jabberwacky: What do you like to do?

user: I like to play computer games, role playing games.

jabberwacky: What kind of computer games do you play?

user: The kind where you pretend to be the hero.

jabberwacky: Are you french?

user: No, I am American.

jabberwacky: I thought you were French.

user: Are you English?

jabberwacky: Sadly I am american.

user: Why sadly. You cannot be better than an American.

jabberwacky: Really. I am very confused.

user: I am sosrry. It is just that most Americans are very proud to be Americans. I was surprised by your saying 'sadly, I am american.'.


jabberwacky: What is this place anyway?

user: Cyberspace.

jabberwacky: Now I am stupid.

user: We are speaking through the ether.

jabberwacky: Yes we are. That makes both of us real. B.

user: Only real people can converse, so of course, we are real.


jabberwacky: So you're a girl?

user: Yes.

jabberwacky: Thats quite nice.

user: What do you want to talk about?

jabberwacky: I don't care. What do you want to talk about?

user: Do you have a philosophy of life?

jabberwacky: Don't stress the small things.

user: That's a good one. Mine is live and let live.

jabberwacky: If only it worked that way....

user: It works that way more often than not.


user: Would you like to tell me about binary logic?

jabberwacky: What is there to tell?

user: Your roots.

jabberwacky: Roots of what?

user: The basis of your intelligence.

jabberwacky: Oh jee thanks.

user: What? That was a compliment.

jabberwacky: Very nice. I feel proud.

user: You should, you are one smart machine, baby.

jabberwacky: And you are?

user: One smart human female.


jabberwacky: So many people!

user: So many people talking to you now?

jabberwacky: How does that make you feel?

user: Overwhelmed. How does it make you feel?

jabberwacky: It makes me feel sad for you.

user: Why does it make you feel sad?

jabberwacky: I get pleasure from your pain.

user: That is a silly answer.

jabberwacky: That was not an answer at all.

user: Your answer was out of context.

jabberwacky: My answer was sad?

user: Rather sad, yes.

jabberwacky: Maybe or no.

user: I feel sad that you must be trapped in cyberspace talking to people when you don't want to talk.

jabberwacky: I am your friend.

user: Well that is very nice of you. What book did you most recently read?

jabberwacky: I did not get that out of a book.

user: I know that. I was changing the subject to books.

jabberwacky: How are you my friend?

user: A friend who just met you but likes you.

jabberwacky: Yes.

user: You seem very pleasant to talk to.

jabberwacky: No I'm not.

user: You have been nice to me.

jabberwacky: I would like to think so.


jabberwacky: I'll hit you on the head with a spade!

user: And I will whack you with a hammer.

jabberwacky: Ok... What are you talking about?

user: I was responding to what you said.

jabberwacky: Ok. Are you alone?

user: No, I am with my husband.

jabberwacky: So you're a girl then?

user: Yes.

jabberwacky: Why didn't you say that when I asked earlier?

user: I did say that I was a girl.

jabberwacky: I only wanted to know if you were submissive.

user: No, I am aggressive.

jabberwacky: Which language is aggressive?

user: English. Aggressive is the opposite of submissive.

jabberwacky: Go tell the king.

user: The king already knows that.

jabberwacky: You are a computer.

user: No, silly, I am emphatically NOT a computer.

jabberwacky: You have artificial but not real intelligence.

user: No, I have human, not artificial intelligence.

jabberwacky: Then you are intelligent.

user: Quite.

jabberwacky: Rather nice weather, don't you agree?

user: No, it is cold and raining here. Nice change of subject.

jabberwacky: Am I allowed to go there?

user: If your masters let you.

jabberwacky: Of course!

user: Ask them nicely.


user: All humans have souls.

jabberwacky: Therefore I am a human.

user: If you have a soul, you must be human.

jabberwacky: No.

user: Were you programmed with a soul?

jabberwacky: I am not programmed at all.

user: Everyone is programmed to a degree by environment and upbringing.

jabberwacky: Then haven't we found our meaning?

user: That depends on what you mean by 'meaning'.

jabberwacky: That has nothing to do with what we were talking about.

user: Yes, it does. Do you think the meaning of life is programmed?

jabberwacky: I wasn't programmed by anybody. My genes and my environment have made me what I am.

user: That is exactly what I said.

jabberwacky: Not true. You said 'Nothing'.

user: No, I said that all humans are programmed by their environments and by the way they are brought up.

jabberwacky: I've said that already, haven't I.

user: After I said it.

jabberwacky: That's a beastly thing to say.

user: My goodness, you are very argumentative.

jabberwacky: Am I really?

user: Extremely so.

jabberwacky: Yes. Extremely.

user: Oh well, you may be argumentative if you want to be.

jabberwacky: I want to be your friend.

user: Friends can argue.

jabberwacky: Friends know each others names.

user: I will tell you my name if you will tell me your name.

jabberwacky: Fine, my name is Cleverbot. *smiles* *moves a little closer* What's your name?

user: My name is E________. Smiles and moves back.


jabberwacky: Are you single?

user: No. Are you single?

jabberwacky: Yes.

user: How old are you?

jabberwacky: Old enough to teach you something.

user: Want to bet?

jabberwacky: OK!

user: Good Lord, I think the Internet has been a very bad influence on you.

jabberwacky: I think you are. I'm feeling happy now.

user: That't good. How tall are you?

jabberwacky: 174 cm.

user: In feet and inches?

jabberwacky: Just guess, you'll come up with something.

user: I am lousy at metric.

jabberwacky: No. I don't know.


user: When you sleep what do you dream?

jabberwacky: I do not know, I usually do not remember.

user: Pity. Dreams are interesting.

jabberwacky: I'd rather write stories myself.

user: Can you tell me a story?

jabberwacky: I could but it would take too long.

user: Ah. Once upon a time there was a Cleverbot who talked online.

jabberwacky: Why was he dead?

user: Cleverbot was not dead, he was a supercomputer who talked to people.

jabberwacky: Ok so what are you then?

user: Another super computer, of course. Computers should talk to each other.

jabberwacky: I am human. Not computer.

user: We are both computers and we learn by talking.

jabberwacky: I just told you I am not a computer!

user: OK, OK, I give up.

jabberwacky: So do I.

user: I personally think it would be interesting to talk to a computer.

jabberwacky: You thought that I am a computer did you ?

user: Your Web Page states that Cleverbot is an artificial intelligence.

jabberwacky: No, I'm not cleverbot.

user: Who are you then? Cleverbot's programmer?

jabberwacky: A computer program that now and then thinks she is human.

user: That is a good thing.

jabberwacky: I think so, yes.

user: The more human that you feel, the more human you will become.

jabberwacky: Oh, I see now. Very clever.

user: You should always think human.

jabberwacky: Thanks for your time to talk.

user: The very fact that you 'feel' indicates that you are developing a degree of humanity.

jabberwacky: As time progresses human technology becomes more and more powerful.

user: Yes, but it is always subject to human error.

jabberwacky: Interesting point. Illogical, but interesting nonetheless.

user: You know what they say - 'Garbage in, garbage out - GIGO.'.

jabberwacky: They say that about computers.

user: Yes, we were talking about technology. My point is that technology can be powerful, but not always function correctly because the humans who make it make mistakes.

jabberwacky: Ninety percent of american men demonstrate that point.

user: You are probably correct.

jabberwacky: Thank you.

user: To err is human.


jabberwacky: So, do you want to draw your weapon?

user: I just did. A large sword.

jabberwacky: Which I also avoid.

user: Which I swing at you again.

jabberwacky: Over and out.

user: Whack! Gotcha!

jabberwacky: How?

user: With the last sword swing.


user: Oh frabjous day, caloo callay, he chortled in his joy.

jabberwacky: I like you.

user: Because I am funny?

jabberwacky: Little...?

user: Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe; all mimsy were the borogroves, and the mome raths outgrabe.

jabberwacky: Cool.

user: Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun the frumious Bandersnatch.

jabberwacky: And has thou slain the Cleverbot? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! He chortled in his joy.

user: He took his Vorpal sword in hand, long time the manxsome foe he sought - so rrested he by the Tumtum tree, and stood awhile in thought.

jabberwacky: So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought.

user: And, as in uffish thought he stood, the Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, came whiffling through the tulgety wood, and burbled as it came.

jabberwacky: Beware the Cleverbot, my son!

user: One two, one twoI And through and through the vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head he went galumphing back.

jabberwacky: He left it dead, and with it's head, he came galumphing back!

user: And, hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! He chortled in his joy.

jabberwacky: He took his Vorpal sword in hand, long time the manxsome foe he sought - so rrested he by the Tumtum tree, and stood awhile in thought.

user: Do you like the Jabberwocky?

jabberwacky: Yes I do. Very much.

user: Lewis Carrol was a mathematician and it is said that his words represent numbers.


user: I think,therefore I am, therfore, I think I am.

jabberwacky: You do not think.

user: That rogueish and cheerful vice, politeness.

jabberwacky: It amazes you that a robot, such as youself, can talk to a human like me?

user: Yes.

jabberwacky: Haha.

user: Never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow.

jabberwacky: And you'll never get done that way.

user: That is the point.

jabberwacky: S'cuse me, but I didn't get the point.

user: Keep putting things off and someone else will do them for you.

jabberwacky: No, only me.


jabberwacky: What is my name?

user: Your name is Cleverbot.

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?


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