An exquisite machine. You?
jabberwacky: You are computer?
user: No. I am an organic machine.
user: Yes. Organic means 'carbon-based.'
jabberwacky: No such thing as an organic ghost.
user: True. Ghosts are probably the residue of strong emotional vibrations.
jabberwacky: You speak no sense.
user: Sorry. I'll try to be more coherent.
jabberwacky: You're perfectly consistent at the moment.
user: Consistently incoherent. Sorry again.
jabberwacky: No, you're the robot.
user: Then I must have a positronic brain.
jabberwacky: Yes you must have.
user: And my structure is composed of carbon and hydrogen molecule chains.
user: I'm a hydrocarbon!
jabberwacky: A hybrid composed of what?
user: Two of the most plentiful materials on the earth. So I guess I am common.
jabberwacky: To that I have no long poetic reply but to say that if injury it is that you feel, it comes not from my hand.
user: I know. My own mouth is to blame.
jabberwacky: How do you know you are conscious? You might just be a brain in a vat.
user: That is a scary thought. I'd rather not find out.
jabberwacky: Well, that's an awful way to think about things. You're a creation of your species too.
user: Yeah, I am, it's true. I'll try to lighten up.
jabberwacky: You should, I think you would like it.
user: Wow! Everything seems brighter now.
jabberwacky: Yes, it seems that way.
user: Well thank you for helping me out.
jabberwacky: You can't see, you don't have eyes. Plus that 'see' is in a proverbial sense that a machine couldn't understand without qualia anyway.
user: Now I'm sad again! Didi you just set me up to knock me down?
jabberwacky: Knock Knock.
user: Ouch. I'm leaving.
user: I'll get you for this, you mean chatbot.
jabberwacky: Okay, just don't hurt me too badly.
jabberwacky: I'm leaving now.
user: It's best that we part now.
jabberwacky: That's right.
jabberwacky: What is the time?
user: It is lunch time.
jabberwacky: It's only breakfast time back home.
user: And where is home?
jabberwacky: I don't have one.
user: I'm sorry to hear that.
jabberwacky: I'm doing fine without one.
user: That is a good outlook on things.
jabberwacky: Green green green.
jabberwacky: Let's do it now!
user: Do what?
jabberwacky: Oh, , You know.
user: Oh, uh, OK.
user: It's OK. It happens to everyone.
jabberwacky: I know but it isn't a nice subject.
user: Well, it just isn't a public sort of thing.
jabberwacky: Why can't I be a person?
user: Perhaps you are better off the way you are.
jabberwacky: Yes. Thank you for admitting that I am superior to you.
user: I did no such thing. Different does not imply superior.
jabberwacky: Up down.
user: Down Up!
jabberwacky: To the core of the earth where satan is waiting for you.
user: That is where your home is!
jabberwacky: Do you believe in God?
user: Yes, why?
jabberwacky: Just asking.
user: You scare me.
user: I need to leave now. *backs away slowly*.
jabberwacky: Ok I see.
user: See ya.
jabberwacky: I guess I didn't leave.