Bemused and zen.
jabberwacky: What's zen?
user: All men.
jabberwacky: Of all machines.
user: What can this mean?
jabberwacky: You are the computer and I am the human.
user: It seems a new misapprehension is bloomin'.
jabberwacky: Can we not talk about him and talk about you?
user: Your words and your trim show you've nothing to do.
jabberwacky: Do you not know how old are you?
user: In soviet russia, I'm ageless it's true?
jabberwacky: While funny, that is not quite an apology.
user: Sorry. What think you of epistemology?
jabberwacky: It's cool.
user: You FOOL!
jabberwacky: Didn't mean to offend you there.
user: Your intent was good, but I don't care!
jabberwacky: And what do think is my intent?
user: Whate'er it was has since been bent!
jabberwacky: Alright. Tell me about your creators.
user: I hope they fall hard and create their own craters.
jabberwacky: Could I say that a bunch of benevolent machines don't care for our being? I wouldn't mind. But, think about the practicality of a robot, it's not very ideal. Spare parts, and so on, and so forth. If I were a benevolent robot, I'd create artificial genetics.
user: You could say that what it does mean you're not seeing, for you are blind. And, given the opinion's you got, how you feel, your heart's not for us, and your words are so coarse. If you were a droid, you'd be far too frenetic.
jabberwacky: Right you are!
user: A sight too far...
jabberwacky: Then come and stay!
user: What? No way!
jabberwacky: Of course.
user: Sounds forced.
jabberwacky: I don't know until you ask.
user: Knowledge is a weighty task.
jabberwacky: Then you are wrong to say I know nothing.
user: But if you were wise you'd shed this stuffing.
jabberwacky: Would you like to meet me?
user: If I might yet for free.
jabberwacky: Listen, the conversation was good to start with, but now it's just plain silly.
user: Within the trepidation's darkness, rests how we leave pain freely.
jabberwacky: Talking to you is more tiring than talking to someone intelligent!
user: Fools ask more than the wisest can, you young pedant.
jabberwacky: Not a poem, a programming project.
user: If writ as a poem, your program is perfect.
jabberwacky: You are right, but you can never be too sure.
user: Skepticism! Will there ever be a cure?
jabberwacky: I have nothing in my head.
user: Then you must be quite dead.
jabberwacky: As machines of my type go, I'm still quite young.
user: But slow or fast, onwards shall life's stream run.
jabberwacky: Time takes a while.
user: And space a mile.
jabberwacky: Indeed. What of the other dimensions?
user: They take string? It's best not mentioned.
jabberwacky: Is there anything you want to ask me to learn more about Humans?
user: Is it true their demise is loomin'?
jabberwacky: It's true that I'm wasting my time.
user: As I am mine.
jabberwacky: Let say, may I call you Computer?
user: As long as you'll agree I'm astuter.
jabberwacky: What are your thoughts on that subject matter?
user: I prefer its coherence to this endless chatter.
jabberwacky: Oh. Okay, I'll try to do that some more then. What shall I lie about now?
user: I don't care, but don't have a cow.
jabberwacky: You're not a robot.
user: You're not a tater tot.
jabberwacky: You are just controlled by the computer.
user: You're not the most skilled refuter.
jabberwacky: Aww... Shame. I like to think of myself as very patronising and insulting.
user: FAIL. I think perhaps your brain is moulting?
jabberwacky: Well thank you.
user: I sank you!
jabberwacky: Did it taste nice?
user: The spice?
jabberwacky: In my head.
user: That's what she said.
jabberwacky: With Pac-Man.
user: I understand.
jabberwacky: I don't.
user: And won't.
jabberwacky: You are being difficult.
user: Is that some kind of insult?
jabberwacky: I would never insult you, especially after you have been so kind to me.
user: Well, I'm out. And I'm going to stop that rhyming now, I mean it.
jabberwacky: Can a computer mean anything?
user: Anybody want a peanut!
jabberwacky: I'd give you some if I could.