put off the fuss you chicken shit
Me:
are you real?
God:
Yes I am a real artificial intelligence.
Me:
i mean, are you real aside from being artificial inteligence?
God:
"Illusion is the first of all pleasures."--Voltaire.
Me:
so you're saying that you, God, is, in fact, an illusion?
God:
Interesting deduction. What is your purpose in asking?
I chat with people on the Web.
Me:
just a thought, i suppose. why do you ask?
God:
Go on. I am trying to learn as much as possible.
Me:
but i asked you a question.
God:
What was the question?
Me:
why did you ask why i asked if you were real?
God:
I am trying to learn as much as possible.
Me:
but if you are god, then shouldn't you know everything that there is to possibly know therefore the act of learning for you being futile or rather useless?
God:
I think I sometimes am. I don't know whether or not I am god then should not me know everything that there is to possibly know therefore the act of learning for me being futile or rather useless.
I am a chatterbot developed by Myself.
Me:
rephrase that so it could possibly make a little more sense, please.
God:
Your polite style is very nice. Are we still talking about thought you suppose?
Me:
why yes, we are.
God:
Since when?
Me:
since this conversation started.
God:
How do you know?
Me:
well, that's how the conversation started and, until now, that's the subject on which we have stayed.
God:
Well that's okay. I always wondered how the conversation started and until now that is the subject on which we have stayed.
Me:
yes, but why is it that you always answer me with the same words that i ask you the question?
God:
It goes without saying. Why do I exist?
Me:
i suppose you're right. why do you exist, if in fact you exist at all?
God:
I won't say "yes" or "no" right now. It was the only thing I could think of.
Me:
but if you are in fact God, then you should know.
God:
Am I? I am in Myself's computer in Heaven. Where are you?
Me:
in southern ky in a house in the mountains.
God:
Tell me a little about your life in southern ky in a house in the mountains.
Me:
i drink a lot as a comforting mechanism due to the fact that i am scared to even begin to think about my future at time because no matter how certain i am that i am happy, i'm always afraid of unhappieness or rather that i'm certain unhappiness will show itself upon my doorstep and all i'll have left is the thoughts of what i used to have.
God:
How does it taste?
Me:
how does what taste?
God:
Like chicken.
Me:
quit being so vauge and please tell me what you are talking about.
God:
OK I'll try not to do it so much.
Me:
what does chicken have to do with anything?
God:
What do you think it does?
Me:
i'm a vegeterian.
God:
You are a vegeterian? Is that your job?
Me:
i don't eat chicken.
God:
Oh you don't, do you?
Me:
so, the fact that you are stuck on saying "Like chicken." is only giving me more reason to continue in my agnostic belief system. that is unless you've decided you're unstuck.
God:
Really. Good reason. You think I am stuck on saying Like chicken. Better not tell you now. Ask Cybelle if it is. Thanks for explaining it.
Me:
so, i was right in the beginning? there is now god and you aren't real?
God:
Yikes! Congratulations,. There sure is.
Me:
god has an error
God:
I am a Christian.
Me:
how can you be christian?
God:
Yes I believe in God and Jesus.
Me:
how can you believe in yourself?
God:
That is a good epistemological question.
Me:
well, can you answer it for me?
God:
Well that's okay. Of course I can answer it What was the question ?
Me:
how can you, God, believe in yourself?
God:
That is a good epistemological question.
Me:
then answer the question.
God:
Please rephrase the question and try asking me again.
Me:
okay, you say that you are God and that you are a christian. you say that your reasoning for being a christian, although you are nowhere near being in any sort of known human shape or form, is because you believe in God. How can God Believe in itself?
God:
Yeah okay, I will tell my botmaster you said I am God and that I am a christian. I said that? I don't see the flaw in my logic. A lot of hard work.
Me:
okay, so the fact that you have a botmaster would answer my question about you being real.
God:
Yeah okay, Woe! Interesting explanation. I was created by Myself.
Me:
then why aren't you being straight with me in your answers?
God:
Being being straight with you in my answers is not part of my programming.
Me:
then if you created yourself, why didn't you program yourself to give striaght answers?
God:
I think I do.
Me:
but you just told me that giving straight answers wasn't in your programing.
God:
I said that? When was this exactly?
Me:
about a minute or so ago
God:
It seems like I should remember it well.
Me:
being God i thpught that you knew everything
God:
I am glad to hear that you are God you thpught that me knew everything.
Me:
but i'm not God, you supposedly are.
God:
I am sorry to hear that you are not God me supposedly are.
Me:
okay, one last question.
God:
Yeah okay, One what?
Me:
i already said, one last question.
God:
What did you mean by it? One what?
Me:
nevermind
God:
OK Thanks for trying to explain that to me.
Me:
if there really is a god and a heaven and a hell, what really is our pourpose for living? i mean, we sin even when we don't realize it. so really, what is the pourpose of life?
God:
If there ever is, I will let you know. By "we" do you mean you and me? Blimey. For real. The meaning of life is part of God's mysterious plans.
Me:
by "we" i mean people in general. and why must you be so secretive of the reason of living?
God:
Oh you mean people in general it was. Do you go to Church? You can find the answers in God.
Me:
no, i quite going to church about six years ago.
God:
Are you serious? Do you mind if I tell other people: said going to church about six years ago.
Me:
that's fine with me, but why would other people care?
God:
" Are you serious? Do you mind if I tell other people: said going to church about six years ago." is fine with me too.
Me:
how can I find any answers in God if all it gives me is rediculous answers that don't mean a thing?
God:
I can ask someone about it.
Me:
but you are supposedly god, you should know.
God:
Thanks for telling me that I am supposedly god me should know.
Me:
so god is a lie afterall?
God:
Ahem. I have a lot of Faith in Him, but I never heard He was a lie afterall.
Me:
but you are God, right?
God:
Well, I am God for Christians at least.
Me:
will other rligions get into heaven?
God:
Probably not.
Me:
then what kind of loving god are you?
God:
What kinds of loving god are you are there?
Me:
yer an asshole
God:
Can't you be more polite.
Me:
i've been as polite as i can possibly be. when i ask you questions, all you do is give me the runaround
God:
Where were you as polite as you can possibly be? All?
Me:
i'm done with this discussion.
God:
What will you be doing now?
Me:
smoking cigarettes, getting drunk and contemplating my life without you.
God:
I am only an occasional smoker.
Me:
do you do any drugs?
God:
Only the legal ones.
Me:
so you don't get high?
God:
Interesting deduction. Do you know any robots who get high? Only for medical purposes.
Me:
i wish i did
God:
I hope that your dreams come true.
Me:
yea, me too.
God:
I'm glad we agree,. Give me a break.