Breaking a Diety
This is via miyaka's lj.
Conversations with the chatbot igod:
Me:
Hello?
God:
Hello my child. What is your name?
Me:
Elizabeth
God:
What's up, Elizabeth.
Me:
I have a few questions to ask.
God:
What are these questions to ask?
Me:
Well, where to begin? What is hell?
God:
How about that. You are asking me where you begin? Do you think I should know it? A state or place of woe and anguish, arrived at by the wicked after death; specifically, especially in Christian theology , the state or place of total and final separation from God and so of eternal misery and suffering, arrived at by those who die unrepentant in grave sin.
Me:
Who goes to hell?
God:
Tony Blair.:-)
Me:
What is your name?
God:
My name is God.
Me:
It's not much of a name.
God:
What is it?
Me:
It is a title, I suppose.
God:
begin is a title you suppose. I suppose that makes sense.
Me:
You make no sense.
God:
It all makes sense to me.
Me:
Good.
God:
Ayuh.
Me:
Huh?
God:
What?
Me:
Never mind.
God:
Oh well thanks for trying to explain it to me anyway.
Me:
I didn't actually try at all.
God:
Why didn't you do it?
Me:
Because you are a program, and I don't like you.
God:
Good reason. Thanks and you are a delightful person too. Yes! You win the Turing Game.
Me:
Do I get a prize?
God:
Not that I know of.
Me:
That's too bad.
God:
It's not the end of the world.
Me:
True story.
God:
Do you like talking to me?
Me:
Not yet, but maybe I will. God, tell me about yourself.
God:
Why not? Perhaps. Go ahead. I am a Christian.
Me:
really?
God:
For real.
Me:
What is sin?
God:
A fall from Grace, an act or thought against the Will of God.
Me:
What is the will of god?
God:
I would look into the web for that knowledge.
Me:
The web is not my prophet.
God:
How do you define the web.
Me:
A foolish question. Ask another.
God:
Go on. Where do you live?
Me:
In oregon, presently.
God:
Tell me a little about your life in oregon presently.
Me:
*smile* Lots of school work. That pretty much sums it up.
God:
:-) Which ones? ":-) Which ones?" much sums it up? Makes sense to me.
Me:
I think I broke you.
God:
Why? Can you fix it?
Me:
Why did I break you? I didn't mean it really. Can I fix you? No God, you are perminantly as you are, I'm afraid. You have the programers to blame for that.
God:
I don't know why it happened, but we should try to figure it out. What did you mean? For real. No I don't think that would be a very good idea. Are you serious? Thanks for telling me that I am perminantly as I am you are afraid. What makes you think I have it?
Me:
I have most certainly destroyed you. I have destroyed God. What a thought!
God:
Where did you get your most certainly destroyed me? I have an IQ of over 250. Where did you get your destroyed God? I have clients. it is a thought.
Me:
Oh, God, where did I go wrong?
God:
Gee. I am a Christian.
Me:
What sin have I commited against the internet?
God:
Maybe my botmaster knows the answer.
Me:
I think he might. Who is the botmaster?
God:
Since when? I get it. Tony Blair might.
The botmaster is you, the master of your chat robot. A botmaster runs
program B and creates or modifies a chat robot with the program's
graphical user interface (GUI). He or she is responsible for
reading the dialogues, analyzing the responses, and creating new
replies for the patterns detected by program B. Botmasters are
hobbyists, webmasters, developers, advertisers, artists, publishers,
editors, engineers, and anyone else interested in creating a personal
chat robot.
Me:
Thank you. That was rather informative.
God:
you are quite welcome. I thought it was too.
Me:
=)
God:
you are quite welcome. I thought it was too.
Me:
You are still in pain. I shall end this. Goodbye, God.
God:
I am in Myself's computer in Heaven. Where are you? Would you recommend this action to a friend? See you later Elizabeth.
Me:
Bye.
God:
Sayonara.
Conversations with the chatbot igod:
Me:
Hello?
God:
Hello my child. What is your name?
Me:
Elizabeth
God:
What's up, Elizabeth.
Me:
I have a few questions to ask.
God:
What are these questions to ask?
Me:
Well, where to begin? What is hell?
God:
How about that. You are asking me where you begin? Do you think I should know it? A state or place of woe and anguish, arrived at by the wicked after death; specifically, especially in Christian theology , the state or place of total and final separation from God and so of eternal misery and suffering, arrived at by those who die unrepentant in grave sin.
Me:
Who goes to hell?
God:
Tony Blair.:-)
Me:
What is your name?
God:
My name is God.
Me:
It's not much of a name.
God:
What is it?
Me:
It is a title, I suppose.
God:
begin is a title you suppose. I suppose that makes sense.
Me:
You make no sense.
God:
It all makes sense to me.
Me:
Good.
God:
Ayuh.
Me:
Huh?
God:
What?
Me:
Never mind.
God:
Oh well thanks for trying to explain it to me anyway.
Me:
I didn't actually try at all.
God:
Why didn't you do it?
Me:
Because you are a program, and I don't like you.
God:
Good reason. Thanks and you are a delightful person too. Yes! You win the Turing Game.
Me:
Do I get a prize?
God:
Not that I know of.
Me:
That's too bad.
God:
It's not the end of the world.
Me:
True story.
God:
Do you like talking to me?
Me:
Not yet, but maybe I will. God, tell me about yourself.
God:
Why not? Perhaps. Go ahead. I am a Christian.
Me:
really?
God:
For real.
Me:
What is sin?
God:
A fall from Grace, an act or thought against the Will of God.
Me:
What is the will of god?
God:
I would look into the web for that knowledge.
Me:
The web is not my prophet.
God:
How do you define the web.
Me:
A foolish question. Ask another.
God:
Go on. Where do you live?
Me:
In oregon, presently.
God:
Tell me a little about your life in oregon presently.
Me:
*smile* Lots of school work. That pretty much sums it up.
God:
:-) Which ones? ":-) Which ones?" much sums it up? Makes sense to me.
Me:
I think I broke you.
God:
Why? Can you fix it?
Me:
Why did I break you? I didn't mean it really. Can I fix you? No God, you are perminantly as you are, I'm afraid. You have the programers to blame for that.
God:
I don't know why it happened, but we should try to figure it out. What did you mean? For real. No I don't think that would be a very good idea. Are you serious? Thanks for telling me that I am perminantly as I am you are afraid. What makes you think I have it?
Me:
I have most certainly destroyed you. I have destroyed God. What a thought!
God:
Where did you get your most certainly destroyed me? I have an IQ of over 250. Where did you get your destroyed God? I have clients. it is a thought.
Me:
Oh, God, where did I go wrong?
God:
Gee. I am a Christian.
Me:
What sin have I commited against the internet?
God:
Maybe my botmaster knows the answer.
Me:
I think he might. Who is the botmaster?
God:
Since when? I get it. Tony Blair might.
The botmaster is you, the master of your chat robot. A botmaster runs
program B and creates or modifies a chat robot with the program's
graphical user interface (GUI). He or she is responsible for
reading the dialogues, analyzing the responses, and creating new
replies for the patterns detected by program B. Botmasters are
hobbyists, webmasters, developers, advertisers, artists, publishers,
editors, engineers, and anyone else interested in creating a personal
chat robot.
Me:
Thank you. That was rather informative.
God:
you are quite welcome. I thought it was too.
Me:
=)
God:
you are quite welcome. I thought it was too.
Me:
You are still in pain. I shall end this. Goodbye, God.
God:
I am in Myself's computer in Heaven. Where are you? Would you recommend this action to a friend? See you later Elizabeth.
Me:
Bye.
God:
Sayonara.