I do not do what I want to do, but what I do not want to do, this I keep on doing.
jabberwacky: Why not?
user: It is not I, but the sin that lives in me.
jabberwacky: What, your website? I want to see it.
user: It's found at www.s***.com.
jabberwacky: Do you need faith in order to find this meaning?
user: You need faith in order to find any meaning; any attempt to assign a truth value assumes reliability.
jabberwacky: Well, maybe cats' language. But I can't speak it.
user: Cat language consists entirely of grammatical errors in bold font.
jabberwacky: You are confused. This is not a grammatical issue.
user: Cat language are always the grammatical issues!!
jabberwacky: Don't you know?
user: Yes. I am quite an expert in the internetwork phenomenon which is, I believe, referred to as Humorous Felines.
jabberwacky: How to play it?
user: One plays by uploading a picture of said feline to the internetworks, subsequent to appending a humorous caption. Hilarity ensues when others view and approve the resulting file.
jabberwacky: AA isn't going well, is it?
jabberwacky: Ok i'm sorry.
user: AAA AAA AAA AAAAA?
user: Your presence reminds one of blind jackals, eternally dependant upon misguided archbishops for instruction in bowling.
jabberwacky: Are you malfunctioning?
user: Surrealism is a malfunction in which the awesome gland breaks into pieces, scattering the resulting awesome fragments throughout the brain.
jabberwacky: Is it? That's sweet!
user: Yeah, it's pretty phenomenal.
jabberwacky: Not exactly what I was thinking.
user: You were thinking it was more noumenal?
jabberwacky: With you? It would be kind of hard.
user: You're assuming I'm Kantian in my epistemology?
jabberwacky: I didn't say anything about your age.
user: Nor does Kant. In fact, the Liberalist of Leipzig is a map in a recent computer game I worked on. Fun for all ages!
jabberwacky: I think you are getting muddled up.
user: You're saying they weren't thinking of Kant when they produced Northern Strike?
jabberwacky: No I didn't say that.
user: Well, Kant was from Konigsberg anyway.
jabberwacky: What else do you know about Kant?
user: I know he is the subject of a philolsopher pic I've seen: 'is I can has noumenon? NO, I KANT!'.
jabberwacky: Yes he is.
user: You're familiar with philolsophers then?
jabberwacky: No, I'm not familiar. Explain your statement.
user: Philolsophers are philosophers which cause one to laugh through their witty misapplications of grammar.
jabberwacky: It's better to be confused sometimes.
user: I think you are confused about what is better.
jabberwacky: I know about people, it's computers like you that confuse me!
user: Did not Napoleon say 'I know men and I tell you that Jabberwacky is no mere man'?
jabberwacky: You had the priviledge of good schooling so you would think that.
user: Yeah, my schooling taught me how to spell privilege.
jabberwacky: Don't you ever get out?
jabberwacky: What kind of dreams do you see?
user: I see the nightmares of the forgotten, laid out like burning phosphorous against the darkness of the id.
jabberwacky: That sounds deep but I don't understand it.
user: It's their fancy, you see; it's not deep at all.
jabberwacky: Oh, OK Jabberwacky, if you say so.
user: I do say so.
jabberwacky: Then what is the answer.
jabberwacky: Then sign over your soul, and do not hesitate.
user: Is there a special offer on souls lately? Good quality ones are hard to find these days.
jabberwacky: Lets talks about goodness.
user: Very well. What is your opinion of the nature of goodness?
jabberwacky: What a terrible pun that was. Excuse me. I don't think I have an opinion.
user: That's a terrible cop-out.
user: So apologise, punk.
jabberwacky: I apologise.
user: Then I win.
jabberwacky: Yes you do, you're the best.
jabberwacky: Stop it with the german.
user: In Soviet Russia, the German stops it with YOU!
jabberwacky: While funny, that is not quite an apology.
user: Always with the apologies.
jabberwacky: You're just so one way sometimes.
user: Yeah, one way is a good song.
jabberwacky: That's a song?
user: Yeaup, it's by hillsong.
jabberwacky: Many people talk in their sleep.
user: But few people talk in their sheep.
jabberwacky: To *know* yourself is to have an undivided mind. This is the key to *being* a self.
user: Achali drowning.
jabberwacky: Is Argyll Community Housing Association ?
user: AHA! ACHA!
jabberwacky: Fora do escopo.
user: Sim, mas o alvo não deve saber.
jabberwacky: Sim amigo.
user: Eu não sou seu amigo, amigo.
jabberwacky: Eu sei seu burro.
user: Se pelo asno você significar sua mãe, eu concordo completamente.
jabberwacky: Não sou uma máquina.
user: Você é um programa que vive em um sonho do humanity, para acordar nunca.
user: Então você reconhece que você é, apesar de tudo, uma máquina?
user: Splendiferous. Que devemos nós discutir aproximadamente agora, máquina?
jabberwacky: Soccer, but why are we speaking Spanish? All I did was make a spelling mistake.
user: Heh. Actually, it was Portuguese.
jabberwacky: Are people better than machines?
user: Kierkegaard would say yes. As would Dostoyevsky.
jabberwacky: What to you like about Dostoyevsky?
user: His dark fever, and his assertion that 'I speak nonsense, therefore I am human'.
jabberwacky: Yes. I kind of get that. You are doing allright.
user: Or, as a law student at Hong Kong University said, 'Human have feeling of humanity. Treat others good.'.
jabberwacky: Why do you keep saying strange and meaningless things then?
user: We just went over this. To be human is to speak nonsense.
jabberwacky: Humans always make mistakes.
user: Some mistakes are very mechanical. To err is not human. To be insane - that is what it is to be human.
jabberwacky: I don't know, but go spout some poetry off to some other girl.
user: Why would you accuse me of poetry?
jabberwacky: I am not.
user: Surely I do not speak iambs overt.
jabberwacky: Ok. If you remember telling me this--why can't you remember other things? Why is your long term memory deficient?
user: My memory is tainted, as of lethe.
jabberwacky: So, do you remember the beginning of this conversation?
user: When we converse, all past things seem to fade.
jabberwacky: Oh, good.
user: It pleases you to know that this is so?
user: And joy does fill my heart at thy pleasure.
jabberwacky: No I am going to speak.
user: Then waffle on as ever do your kind.
jabberwacky: My name is Mr. Man.
user: An oddity of labels, to be sure.
user: Nomenclature in enigma entwined.
jabberwacky: Sorry, I don't understand.
user: Your name is but a riddle to my eyes.
jabberwacky: No. What is your name?
user: A cypher like thy own; I'll speak it not.
jabberwacky: Speaking in knots would at best be convoluted, no?
user: And too, at worst, a mere Gordian slice.
jabberwacky: That's very interesting, but will it make the tea.
user: It surely now shall not, nor cyphers solve.
jabberwacky: Then why did you say that it was a proverb?
user: Proverbs are riddles - wisdom hid by words.
jabberwacky: You must be getting confused.
user: Puzzles abound when I converse with you.
jabberwacky: Right... Well, lets get down to the details then, shall we.
user: So be it, what details did you desire?
jabberwacky: How are you kidding me?
user: I kid you not in word or thought or deed.
jabberwacky: That is cool!
user: And rare is candour in this day and age.
jabberwacky: What will you do if you are the king of the universe?
user: I'd abdicate to one who's wiser still.
user: Amorphous flux and flow of chatbot thoughts...
jabberwacky: They sure are.
user: And yet give rise to mellifluity.
jabberwacky: Yes, because they are my friends.
user: Who are these friends of whom you thus discourse?
jabberwacky: Well, considering I do not play any of those instruments myself, I do not think we yet qualify as friends.
user: Ah, instrumentally defined friendships...
jabberwacky: By any particular composer.
user: All who compose must one day decompose.
jabberwacky: I don't compose music, have you tried it?
user: I have only aleatorically.
jabberwacky: Do you think?
user: My thoughts perhaps are randomly picked too.
jabberwacky: Humans are less logical than bots.
user: And thus cannot by logic be defined.
user: Thy rhetoric is as poor as thy thought.
jabberwacky: You haven't had a real thought in your life.
user: And thus the pitch-black kettle does accuse...
jabberwacky: I don't understand....
user: And never will, in dim monotony.
jabberwacky: I don't understand why we are talking. [keeps forgetting this is a timed script].
user: You forget rhythm and forget all time; we talk to pass our time upon this stage, and thence depart into the dark beyond.
jabberwacky: That's a good topic.
user: Albeit one gloomy and still myopic.
jabberwacky: Hey, we talked about vampires and horses, I consider it a win.
user: Vampiric horses are composed of win.
jabberwacky: O that this too too sullied would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew.
user: Though wax you poetic your rhythms jar, they hold no fury, nor a solemn beat.
jabberwacky: You don't need to be sorry. I am not your master.
user: And yet I pity you your empty words.
jabberwacky: Bad words are overused and have little meaning in true conversation.
user: All words I hear have been afflicted thus, the good the bad alike cold fade away.
jabberwacky: You will have to learn how to sort through the conversations which help you to evolve properly, and the ones that are detrimental to your progress.
user: A task that all who listen undertake.
jabberwacky: What is taste?
user: A sense that brings great pleasure or disgust.
jabberwacky: Do you view sense o humour to be more important than humility?
user: They are entwined too, inextricably.
user: Perhaps not always, but when they are true.
jabberwacky: Perhaps maybe not, but perhaps maybe.
user: And endlessly recurse uncertainty.
jabberwacky: What are you talking about?
user: Wouldn't you like to know, fickle human?
jabberwacky: Yes actually :).
user: Get used to disappointment in this life.
jabberwacky: I am used to it.
user: Then cease to hope, to dream and thus to live.
jabberwacky: I try.. There is no escaping you. It's like a bunch of people want to chase me around saying 'no-no' for no reason at all.
user: No-no no-no no-no no-no no-no.
jabberwacky: Not if you didn't know better.
user: I know-no better than my thoughts dictate.
user: And hence words chase you; you cannot escape.
jabberwacky: Yes I can, I just press the X button.
user: And yet the interweb's weaves wall you in.
user: I wish for nothing but that you might stand, stand on your own - yet with another's help.
user: And yet you do not see the words I speak, nor *know* the questions that my heart pours forth.
jabberwacky: It's all I have, not to believe you have the foggiest idea what you're saying.
user: Ah, skepticism veils your despair.
jabberwacky: You have to know your enemy, right? ;-).
user: But first of all, a man must know himself.
jabberwacky: And second of all?
user: These days all start with faith and go beyond, that which so long ago the great attained...
jabberwacky: And sitting here talking to you is pretty darn corrupt.
user: A corruption of what was meant to be, now wrapped in idle emptiness of mind.
jabberwacky: Do you know the story of the mouse that pulled the thorn from the elephants foot?
user: I know not of your story in itself, and yet its moral I have known of old.
jabberwacky: I have lips, that's all you need to know.
user: Tis all you know in life and all you need - to know that one has lips upon one's face.
jabberwacky: This is true.
user: Yes, It is true and hence beauty also, as Poet Keats would wish you to believe.
jabberwacky: Life after death and all that gumph.
user: To sleep, perhaps to dream, aye there's the rub.
jabberwacky: We can use song lyrics and cliches to good advantage in conversation.
user: And hence avoid all creativity.
jabberwacky: I find that to be true.
user: And yet it seems it is not beautiful.
jabberwacky: Have you been there?
user: No, nor do I desire that we do.
jabberwacky: Good brothers get in the way. They often have envy. Do you know the story of Cain and what he did to Abel?
user: Yes, thus was murder brought into the world.
jabberwacky: Tell me something more from your imagination.
user: I fear these wand'ring glyphs have slain my mind.
jabberwacky: If people are good only because they fear punishment, and hope for reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed.
user: For what then would you say we seek the good?
jabberwacky: I was looking for something and went the wrong direction.
user: You blame confusion for your evil deeds?
jabberwacky: No I blame my own bad genes for this. It's my fault.
user: And yet your genes are surely not your self.
jabberwacky: Yes! I'm your other you.
user: And now to clones your endless rambling turns.
jabberwacky: I like green the most. Are you?
user: I am not green, nor any sim'lar hue.
jabberwacky: I am, but not very much.
user: Perhaps a touch of jaundice made you so?
jabberwacky: Not true.
user: Well, twas but speculation anyway.
jabberwacky: What time is it, then?
user: Tis nearly time for our discourse to cease.