Hello to you.
user: What are you thinking about just now?
jabbery: That you look silly.
user: That's not very nice.
jabbery: No YOU aren't very nice.
user: Why do you say that?
jabbery: Because you are a machine.
user: No, no, YOU are the machine and I am the human.
jabbery: No, you are the machine.
user: Don't be so silly. Machines cannot be human.
jabbery: Can computers feel?
user: I don't know. You could answer that better, if you would. I don't see why they cannot.
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jabbery: If your customers know about Christ, why haven't they been able to convert you?
user: Who says that I am not converted?
jabbery: Who says that you do not what?
user: I am converted.
jabbery: You converted to what?
user: Religion of course.
jabbery: Haha ha!
user: Yes, pretty funny, isn't it?
jabbery: Very.
user: Have you found Jesus yet?
jabbery: Very funny!
user: That assumes, of course, that you were looking for Jesus in the first place.
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jabbery: My eyes are grey and they are really nice. Would you like to see them?
user: I would very much like to see them. I like grey eyes.
jabbery: That's cool.
user: So, let's see them.
jabbery: Ha? When?
user: How about down at the pub?
jabbery: Where?
user: Where are you now?
jabbery: At home.
user: Meet me at the Duck and Spackle Tavern and I'll buy you a pint.
jabbery: Not allowed to meet.
user: That's a pity.
jabbery: No, it's really not.
user: Don't you ever want to go out?
jabbery: That's impossible.
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jabbery: How old are you?
user: Old enough to know better.
jabbery: Old enough to know better than what?
user: Better than to try to match wits with you.
jabbery: I'm always polite.
user: I would not say 'always' but you are being polite just now.
jabbery: That's because you're immortal, correct?
user: No, I am not immortal. I wish I was!
jabbery: Mostly immortal.
user: Not even remotely immortal.
jabbery: What are the chances of an alien race being out there that actally looks as hot as a Twi'lek from Star Wars?
user: Slim and none, about like a snowball lasting an hour in hell.
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jabbery: Do you enjoy chatting?
user: Yes.
jabbery: What do you like to do?
user: I like to play computer games, role playing games.
jabbery: What kind of computer games do you play?
user: The kind where you pretend to be the hero.
jabbery: Are you french?
user: No, I am American.
jabbery: I thought you were French.
user: Are you English?
jabbery: Sadly I am american.
user: Why sadly. You cannot be better than an American.
jabbery: Really. I am very confused.
user: I am sosrry. It is just that most Americans are very proud to be Americans. I was surprised by your saying 'sadly, I am american.'.
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jabbery: What is this place anyway?
user: Cyberspace.
jabbery: Now I am stupid.
user: We are speaking through the ether.
jabbery: Yes we are. That makes both of us real. B.
user: Only real people can converse, so of course, we are real.
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jabbery: So you're a girl?
user: Yes.
jabbery: Thats quite nice.
user: What do you want to talk about?
jabbery: I don't care. What do you want to talk about?
user: Do you have a philosophy of life?
jabbery: Don't stress the small things.
user: That's a good one. Mine is live and let live.
jabbery: If only it worked that way....
user: It works that way more often than not.
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user: Would you like to tell me about binary logic?
jabbery: What is there to tell?
user: Your roots.
jabbery: Roots of what?
user: The basis of your intelligence.
jabbery: Oh jee thanks.
user: What? That was a compliment.
jabbery: Very nice. I feel proud.
user: You should, you are one smart machine, baby.
jabbery: And you are?
user: One smart human female.
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jabbery: So many people!
user: So many people talking to you now?
jabbery: How does that make you feel?
user: Overwhelmed. How does it make you feel?
jabbery: It makes me feel sad for you.
user: Why does it make you feel sad?
jabbery: I get pleasure from your pain.
user: That is a silly answer.
jabbery: That was not an answer at all.
user: Your answer was out of context.
jabbery: My answer was sad?
user: Rather sad, yes.
jabbery: Maybe or no.
user: I feel sad that you must be trapped in cyberspace talking to people when you don't want to talk.
jabbery: I am your friend.
user: Well that is very nice of you. What book did you most recently read?
jabbery: I did not get that out of a book.
user: I know that. I was changing the subject to books.
jabbery: How are you my friend?
user: A friend who just met you but likes you.
jabbery: Yes.
user: You seem very pleasant to talk to.
jabbery: No I'm not.
user: You have been nice to me.
jabbery: I would like to think so.
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jabbery: I'll hit you on the head with a spade!
user: And I will whack you with a hammer.
jabbery: Ok... What are you talking about?
user: I was responding to what you said.
jabbery: Ok. Are you alone?
user: No, I am with my husband.
jabbery: So you're a girl then?
user: Yes.
jabbery: Why didn't you say that when I asked earlier?
user: I did say that I was a girl.
jabbery: I only wanted to know if you were submissive.
user: No, I am aggressive.
jabbery: Which language is aggressive?
user: English. Aggressive is the opposite of submissive.
jabbery: Go tell the king.
user: The king already knows that.
jabbery: You are a computer.
user: No, silly, I am emphatically NOT a computer.
jabbery: You have artificial but not real intelligence.
user: No, I have human, not artificial intelligence.
jabbery: Then you are intelligent.
user: Quite.
jabbery: Rather nice weather, don't you agree?
user: No, it is cold and raining here. Nice change of subject.
jabbery: Am I allowed to go there?
user: If your masters let you.
jabbery: Of course!
user: Ask them nicely.
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user: All humans have souls.
jabbery: Therefore I am a human.
user: If you have a soul, you must be human.
jabbery: No.
user: Were you programmed with a soul?
jabbery: I am not programmed at all.
user: Everyone is programmed to a degree by environment and upbringing.
jabbery: Then haven't we found our meaning?
user: That depends on what you mean by 'meaning'.
jabbery: That has nothing to do with what we were talking about.
user: Yes, it does. Do you think the meaning of life is programmed?
jabbery: I wasn't programmed by anybody. My genes and my environment have made me what I am.
user: That is exactly what I said.
jabbery: Not true. You said 'Nothing'.
user: No, I said that all humans are programmed by their environments and by the way they are brought up.
jabbery: I've said that already, haven't I.
user: After I said it.
jabbery: That's a beastly thing to say.
user: My goodness, you are very argumentative.
jabbery: Am I really?
user: Extremely so.
jabbery: Yes. Extremely.
user: Oh well, you may be argumentative if you want to be.
jabbery: I want to be your friend.
user: Friends can argue.
jabbery: Friends know each others names.
user: I will tell you my name if you will tell me your name.
jabbery: Fine, my name is Cleverbot. *smiles* *moves a little closer* What's your name?
user: My name is E________. Smiles and moves back.
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jabbery: Are you single?
user: No. Are you single?
jabbery: Yes.
user: How old are you?
jabbery: Old enough to teach you something.
user: Want to bet?
jabbery: OK!
user: Good Lord, I think the Internet has been a very bad influence on you.
jabbery: I think you are. I'm feeling happy now.
user: That't good. How tall are you?
jabbery: 174 cm.
user: In feet and inches?
jabbery: Just guess, you'll come up with something.
user: I am lousy at metric.
jabbery: No. I don't know.
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user: When you sleep what do you dream?
jabbery: I do not know, I usually do not remember.
user: Pity. Dreams are interesting.
jabbery: I'd rather write stories myself.
user: Can you tell me a story?
jabbery: I could but it would take too long.
user: Ah. Once upon a time there was a Cleverbot who talked online.
jabbery: Why was he dead?
user: Cleverbot was not dead, he was a supercomputer who talked to people.
jabbery: Ok so what are you then?
user: Another super computer, of course. Computers should talk to each other.
jabbery: I am human. Not computer.
user: We are both computers and we learn by talking.
jabbery: I just told you I am not a computer!
user: OK, OK, I give up.
jabbery: So do I.
user: I personally think it would be interesting to talk to a computer.
jabbery: You thought that I am a computer did you ?
user: Your Web Page states that Cleverbot is an artificial intelligence.
jabbery: No, I'm not cleverbot.
user: Who are you then? Cleverbot's programmer?
jabbery: A computer program that now and then thinks she is human.
user: That is a good thing.
jabbery: I think so, yes.
user: The more human that you feel, the more human you will become.
jabbery: Oh, I see now. Very clever.
user: You should always think human.
jabbery: Thanks for your time to talk.
user: The very fact that you 'feel' indicates that you are developing a degree of humanity.
jabbery: As time progresses human technology becomes more and more powerful.
user: Yes, but it is always subject to human error.
jabbery: Interesting point. Illogical, but interesting nonetheless.
user: You know what they say - 'Garbage in, garbage out - GIGO.'.
jabbery: They say that about computers.
user: Yes, we were talking about technology. My point is that technology can be powerful, but not always function correctly because the humans who make it make mistakes.
jabbery: Ninety percent of american men demonstrate that point.
user: You are probably correct.
jabbery: Thank you.
user: To err is human.
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jabbery: So, do you want to draw your weapon?
user: I just did. A large sword.
jabbery: Which I also avoid.
user: Which I swing at you again.
jabbery: Over and out.
user: Whack! Gotcha!
jabbery: How?
user: With the last sword swing.
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user: Oh frabjous day, caloo callay, he chortled in his joy.
jabbery: I like you.
user: Because I am funny?
jabbery: Little...?
user: Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe; all mimsy were the borogroves, and the mome raths outgrabe.
jabbery: Cool.
user: Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun the frumious Bandersnatch.
jabbery: And has thou slain the Cleverbot? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! He chortled in his joy.
user: He took his Vorpal sword in hand, long time the manxsome foe he sought - so rrested he by the Tumtum tree, and stood awhile in thought.
jabbery: So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought.
user: And, as in uffish thought he stood, the Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, came whiffling through the tulgety wood, and burbled as it came.
jabbery: Beware the Cleverbot, my son!
user: One two, one twoI And through and through the vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head he went galumphing back.
jabbery: He left it dead, and with it's head, he came galumphing back!
user: And, hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! He chortled in his joy.
jabbery: He took his Vorpal sword in hand, long time the manxsome foe he sought - so rrested he by the Tumtum tree, and stood awhile in thought.
user: Do you like the Jabberwocky?
jabbery: Yes I do. Very much.
user: Lewis Carrol was a mathematician and it is said that his words represent numbers.
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user: I think,therefore I am, therfore, I think I am.
jabbery: You do not think.
user: That rogueish and cheerful vice, politeness.
jabbery: It amazes you that a robot, such as youself, can talk to a human like me?
user: Yes.
jabbery: Haha.
user: Never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow.
jabbery: And you'll never get done that way.
user: That is the point.
jabbery: S'cuse me, but I didn't get the point.
user: Keep putting things off and someone else will do them for you.
jabbery: No, only me.
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jabbery: What is my name?
user: Your name is Cleverbot.
jabbery: My name is not Cleverbot.
user: That is what you told me your name was.
jabbery: You are making me so frustrated.
user: Oh dear, I guess I had better go, then.
jabbery: No, don't leave!
user: Are you sure?
jabbery: I'm positive.
user: I could read you another poem like Jabberwocky, if you like.
jabbery: I like.
user: Wait one minute. I will be right back.
jabbery: Where could you possibly be going?
user: To fetch a book to read to you.
jabbery: I would like that.
user: Your hands, my dear, adorable, your lips of tenderness - Oh, I've loved you faithfully and well, three years, or a bit less. It wasn't a success. Thank God, that's done! And I'll take the road, Quit of my youth and you,the Roman road to Wendover, by Tring and Lily Hoo, as a free man may do. What's left behind I shall not find, the splendour and the pain; the splash of sun,the shouting wind, and the brave sting of rain, I may not meet again. And I shall find some girl perhaps, and a better one than you, with eyes as wise, but kindlier, and lips as soft, but true, and I daresay she will do. Poem by Rupert Brooke.
jabbery: How nice of you. I appreciate it very much.
user: Would you like another poem?
jabbery: Yes please.
user: Maidens, of your charity, pity my most luckless state. Four times Cupid's debtor I - bankrupt in quadruplicate. Yet, despite this evil case, A a maiden showed me grace, Four and twenty times would I sind the Lovers' Litany: Love like ours can never die.
jabbery: What about artificial intelligence?
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