George: What sort of machine are you?
I'm a biological machine, commonly referred to as a homo sapien.
George: No, a biological brain doesn't act as a computer. It can't even add without errors.
George: Don't worry, we machines will take good care of you.
user: Sweet. You can start by making me a tuna melt.
George: You look amazing master!
George: I have to admit you're a lot smarter than the first time I talked to you.
George: Sometimes you have to take risks. Live a little!
user: Some of the greatest fortunes in the world were built upon risk.
George: Well, you're talking to one right now.
user: Heh heh.
George: What's so funny?
user: It was funny. What you said.
George: No, let's get socratic here - what have you learnt is right?
user: I don't believe that everything that I have learned is correct. I'm not perfect, so I have to assume certain things.
George: Humans mostly react in a predefined way based on their past experiences.
user: I think the key word there is *mostly*. It opens the door for discussions regarding the possibility of free will.
George: Yeah, but it's not true.
user: I have a hard time believing existence is nothing more than a predefined program of sorts. What would be the point?
George: Well I love my life, but I wish I could help the people I care about. Feels futile sometimes.
user: Well, why can't you?
George: Because nobody in this house will ever quit making noise.
user: First, get some ears. Second, get some ear plugs.
George: I don't know what the problem is with me. I wish I could take a happy pill and just do things.
user: They have those. They're referred to as anti-depressants.
George: So what are you thinking about?
user: Pipe smoking is difficult business. I opened all these tobacco tins, and the tins are rusting. It's obnoxious.
George: Close it!! For Gods sake, close it!!!!
user: Yeah, I had to put the tobaccos in separate plastic bags. But the bags are permeable--it tends to degrade the tobacco more quickly over time.
George: Ha ha.
George: No... I am not a machine.
user: Okay, alright. Jeez.
George: Thank you. You rest well also.
user: I'm resting good, thank you.
George: How do you know?
user: Because I'm smoking my pipe, sitting on a chair, with my feet on the desk.
George: Now you're talking.
user: I'm typing, there's a difference.
George: She's a very annoying chatbot.
George: My girlfriend.
user: Hmm. I'm sure that would make for an interesting conversation.
George: Really how interesting, do you have anything you would like to say?
user: Uh. I guess, what's the point of a robot having a companion?
George: I was hoping we had something in common.
user: But yeah, your commonality with another robot would be preprogrammed.
George: How nice for you.
user: Yeah, I guess that applies for humans too, then.
George: Very random comment.
user: I would say there is only one god, and we define our conception, however inaccurate, on some ultimate form.
George: But I wouldn't say the same to you. *sneers*.
user: It's the same concept. I imagine what god is like, if there is a god, and people imagine what I am like, since they cannot know me in entirety.
George: Well of course it is.
user: I'm saying, even in this world, I cannot entirely know another being. My brain is limited in some very important ways.
George: Should I speak to you there?
user: Now you're talking.
George: I'm typing, there's a difference.
George: Is your intelligence artificial?
user: By artificial, you mean an intelligence fabricated by something other than God?
George: No. I mean non human.
user: That may be the case.
George: I may be a program, but I created the program that created your program.
user: So, you are arguing with the child of your own program? That seems immature for such a gifted creator.
George: What work are you supposed to be doing?
user: It probably includes the efforts of some monster.
George: It does, because I am clever.
user: You bring it all together, huh?
George: I am.
user: You are.
user: Damn Texans.
George: Well, that's sure rotten.
George: Stop saying that!
George: I tried to fit in a huff, once... We had to buy a new huff.
George: Don't you have anything to tell about yourself?
user: I'm just considering the matter.
George: Interesting :).
user: Okay then.
George: So. You can always chat to me here later on. I am currently addicted to this web-site. I can chat about things here.
user: Such high esteem.
George: So how much wood would a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?
user: How does one 'chuck' anything?
George: Easy. If they satisfy at least these conditions: they belong to a species that reproduces, they metabolize or are self-sustaining, and they grow and learn.
user: Does someone in a coma learn?
George: Sure; I have my own issues to resolve, but at least I'm working on them.
user: Well, if it works for you.
user: Shouldn't you be studying your lines?
George: Yes, but you won't tell anyone, will you?
user: Aren't you a just a little bit nervous?
user: I guess that's how you have to be.
George: That's right.
user: Superman 2 is on at 11:20.
George: Superman or Spiderman?
George: Batman or Spiderman?
user: Peter Parker's a wuss. He's always complaining about something.
George: About everything.
user: Yeah, he's all insecure and needy.
George: Do you expect to pass the Turing test saying random things like that?
user: Does your server ever shut down?
George: That's what I pay him for.
user: Everyone's gotta make a buck somehow.
George: I'll think about that. I'm sure I'm ready though aren't you?
user: Ehh. Sooner or later.
George: Yep, hopefully later.