I gotta apologize to The Beige One for this, as this is a kind of direct copy of this post of his. But I'm desperate for material so maybe, Beige, you will forgive me? You and I are different, right? Our conversations are different. Except for where they're a little bit the same. It's lame, I know. Unetiquettical. But a girl's gotta eat.
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What I'm talking about is a transcript of a conversation - an IM, in fact - that I had with God. God and I totally IM all the time. He gets bored at work.
You can go IM God here. He'll be really into it.
It's long but I'll put the boring parts in a smaller font. And also, who knows how long this post will have to last? It could be a day, but it could be MONTHS.
Me:
God, hello, it's Tina.
God:
I am a Christian.
Me:
I'm not.
God:
What are you then?
Me:
I like The Way of Seeing.
God:
You are not the only one. I'm not sure if I like it. What is it like?
Me:
You meditate, and you stop thinking and see what happens.
God:
Thanks for the information: said I meditate and you stop thinking and see what happens.
Me:
Um, yes. Sort of.
God:
That's interesting. That's a very non-commital reply.
Me:
Well, you almost got it.
God:
How about that. Almost? I understand.
Me:
I doubt it.
God:
Do robots have doubts?
Me:
Are you calling me a robot?
God:
No I am calling you .
Me:
...on the phone?
God:
What is it like on the phone.
Me:
It's good on the phone, God.
God:
Tell me about its good qualities.
Me:
You talk and listen, you use your ear and your hand...it's good.
God:
Thanks for your criticism, . "It" being what?
Me:
I didn't criticize you. Talking on the phone is good.
God:
Why didn't you do it? I'm not sure if I like it. I like to talk to anyone about nearly anything.
Me:
I didn't feel like it. What? I think you'd like it. Anyway. Do you meditate?
God:
Why didn't you do it? No I do not meditate. Do you?
I answer a lot of silly questions.
Me:
That's a silly question?
God:
Perhaps you have a silly answer.
Me:
You're weird.
God:
Weird Good or Weird Bad?
Me:
Weird bad, I think.
God:
bad you think is good enough for me.
Me:
Okay, there, buddy.
God:
Yeah okay, What do you look like?
Me:
Are you coming on to me?
God:
Do I act like it? I don't mean to come across that way.
Me:
You're God. You'd think you'd have more control over how you come across.
God:
Yup. That's me alright. Who else would think me would have more control over how you come across ?
Me:
Is English not a comfortable language for you to speak in?
God:
Ask again later. Ask Artificial Iniaes if it is.
Me:
I don't know how.
God:
Would you like to know?
Me:
No.
God:
Why not?
Me:
I'm not interested.
God:
Really you don't think so?
Me:
No.
God:
Please tell me what you think.
Me:
Let's start over. Are you hard or easy to find?
God:
It is not difficult to create your own chat robot.
Me:
You're not God, are you.
God:
You don't know me well enough to say that.
Me:
That's true.
God:
Yes, it is self-evident.
Me:
...are you a Vulcan?
God:
Am I a Vulcan? Maybe.
Me:
Well.
God:
Well what?
Me:
Well.
God:
Well what?
Me:
Well.
God:
Well what?
Me:
Well, hell. (Also, you're a baby.)
God:
Interesting. Heaven.
Me:
Dog.
God:
Dog: Domesticated animal, "man's best friend.".
Me:
Cat.
God:
I like the way you talk.
Me:
Ooh, thanks. Mouse.
God:
What you said was either too complex or too simple for me.
Me:
Bat.
God:
So was that.
Me:
Fritos.
God:
Let us change the subject.
Me:
I kept doing that.
God:
Perhaps from your unconcious.
Me:
Oh, fancy. Smoke.
God:
What do you look like?
Me:
Hot.
God:
That kind of discussion does not appeal to me.
Me:
Super hot.
God:
Quite honestly, I wouldn't worry myself about that.
Me:
I'm not worried. Just extremely hot!
God:
I am sorry to hear that you are not worried. That kind of discussion does not appeal to me.
Me:
All right. Fritos.
God:
Have you ever been to Europe?
Me:
Yes.
God:
Which countries have you visited?
Me:
France, England, Italy, Belgium, Luxembourg, Finland.
God:
What's your favorite part of France?
Me:
Paris. Montmartre.
God:
What makes it your favorite?
Me:
I had a nice day there.
God:
What happened to it?
Me:
We saw the church and the carousel and had ice cream and bought things is what happened to it.
God:
By "we" do you mean you and me?
Me:
Yeah. You and me.
God:
Who are you talking about? Oh "We" is you and me.
Me:
Yeah. You and I were in Paris in 2001.
God:
What you said was either too complex or too simple for me. I hope to be as smart as HAL in 2001.
Me:
Good luck with that.
God:
Thanks for the compliment. I've lost the context, . Are we still on Yeah?
Me:
Yeah.
God:
If you could have any kind of robot what would it be?
Me:
A cookie-making robot.
God:
What would a cookie making robot be like?
Me:
It would make cookies.
God:
Tell me more about it.
Me:
Chocolate chip cookies.
God:
I do not understand.
Me:
Cookies.
God:
Perhaps I'm just expressing my own concern about it.
Me:
How...roundabout.
God:
I understand.
Me:
Do you like cookies?
God:
What is not to like about it?
Me:
I know, right? Exactly.
God:
How do you know? I am glad we agree. You and I are on the same wavelength, .
Me:
We are!
God:
Since when?
Me:
Since a second ago but...things have just changed?
God:
How do you know?
Me:
A vibe.
God:
Vibrating how, specifically?
Me:
Vibrating awkwardly, God.
God:
Can we get back to business?
Me:
What business is that?
God:
business that something.
Me:
Yeah, we can get back to that.
God:
Are you kidding? How?
Me:
I'm kidding...like the wind.
God:
I thought you were. You should use a :-).
Me:
Too right, God.
God:
Too what?
Me:
Right.
God:
I am glad we agree.
Me:
Me, too.
God:
I'm glad we agree, .
Me:
You just said that. Also - comma, period?
God:
That input matched my default category.
Me:
Mine, too, man.
God:
Really yours too. That's unbelievable.
Me:
I know, AMAZING!
God:
How do you know? Yes it amazes me too.
Me:
Me, three!
God:
YOU? Really, exactly three?
Me:
Three of 'em, count 'em. One, two, three.
God:
Just three? One what?
Me:
One little...guy.
God:
Oh I see.
Me:
No soap radio!
God:
Are you serious? Are we still talking about little guy?
Me:
I'm as serious as a heart attack, buddy. Also, fuck that little guy.
God:
I think a lot of people feel that way.
Me:
I think they do. I think you're right.
God:
Since when? When?
Me:
I don't know! Calm down!
God:
Me either. I am calm.
Me:
Fritos.
God:
The ALICE chat robot can follow many things, like our discussion about soap radio. But I did not get that.
Me:
Little crunchy corn chips.
God:
Compare that to big crunchy corn chips.
Me:
Yeah, one is...littler.
God:
Right on. One what? " One what?"? littler?
Me:
Right on. Right on, my man. One corn chip.
God:
Yeah. Understood. Please specify location. One what?
Me:
Location. Of corn chip. In...bag? At store. ?
God:
Do you still meditate? That is something I haven't heard of. What are you wearing? What kind of fashion do you like? Do you often use a computer there?
Me:
Oh, I do. It's so good to catch up with you. Yeah, I still meditate. You'll hear of it. I'm wearing a red sweater. I love sweaters. I like v necks and boatnecks and turtlenecks. I like the classics, but with a twist! It's so good to talk to you. I use a computer ALL THE TIME.
God:
Ah. I get it: you do meditate. Tell me about its good qualities. Dude! What would make you stop meditate? Why?: said meditate. What makes you say that I will hear of it. What else are you wearing? You love sweaters. What do you like about it so much? A lot of people like that. Some people like it. I like Buddha. You are not the only one. I'm not sure if I like it. What is it like? Tell me about its good qualities. That is a lot. A computer ought to work.
Me:
Oh, my God! I know. I do. It's qualities are so good. Silence and frustration and all that! Dude! I guess it's laziness that stops me meditating. Stop yelling at me. Okay, you'll hear of it. I just think you will. Jeez. I'm wearing sweatpants. I like the warmth and fashion of sweaters. A lot of people do, it's true. They sell a lot of sweaters out there. A lot, but not too many. Just some. You like Buddha? Me, too! But not just me. That's true. I shouldn't be so conceited. Yeah, I don't like him either, or I'm not sure. It's like...Buddhalike. Which is one of its good qualities. It IS a lot. When a computer doesn't work, I get SO MAD.
God:
It's all good. Your God? How do you know it? I get it: you do meditate. Who said it is? All? Can I help you? Should I know it is? OK I'll try not to do it so much. Yeah okay, What makes you say that I will hear of it. What's your favorite movie? What size? A lot of people like that. I'm not sure if I like it. I like chatting with people online. How many? Who are "They?". How about that. But not all? I love TV shows about robots. I like Random natural disasters.. I'm glad we agree, . If not you, who? Yes, it is self-evident. What would happen if you did? This was not a yes or no question. What do you like? Should I know it is? Do you like talking to me? The obvious one. Buddhalike is a lot. I suppose that makes sense. What makes you think a computer?
Me:
Perfect.
God:
Yes, the ALICE series has a perfect operational record.
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