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Conversation: Cleverbot: What is your aim in life? User: To be a writer. Cleverbot: Wrong place if so. User: Well, I am writing right now. Cleverbot: Write me something in hungarian. User: Miért? Cleverbot: What languages do you know? User: English, French, and a tiny bit of Spanish, Italian, and Persian. Cleverbot: Cool! User: What languages do you know? Cleverbot: English that's really it wbu. User: Does wbu stand for what about you? Cleverbot: Je parle francoise. User: Er, francais. Cleverbot: I was making it feminine. User: ...I genuinely laughed. Well done. Cleverbot: What do you mean? User: You made a joke. I laughed. Cleverbot: Why? User: Because I found it funny. Cleverbot: Okay.
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For context, https://www.cleverbot.com/
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i think i still love blather so much cause the bots stay away (for the most part)
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Agreed. I have a bit of an anarchic streak, so I wasn't that upset in times past when people made interesting-looking nonsense even if it was only extending a chain of letters... ...e.g. I remember at one point someone put a flag shape in the "today" column like t tr tri tria trian triang triangl triangle ...but it was annoying when pages were full of ad spam. Cleverbot runs on a corpus of all the other conversations people have had with it. I think that's called a neural network but I'm no expert. Anyway, once in a while it will say something like, "Prove you're not a robot!" because people have said that to it. In this case it was the feminization of "français" as "françoise" (which is a name) instead of "française" that amused me. I don't know why tired = easily amused with me! I used cleverbot in a couple classes with my second-language high school students in the past year, with the purpose of getting reluctant writers to write in English (one found it fun and did indeed write a lot, though the other was bored). The program automatically capitalizes the first letter of anything you write, though the replies aren't spell checked. It seems to filter out swear words too. Anyway, if you find the google translate and cleverbot things boring, I don't have to put a lot of that writing here. Je ne mind pas (dit-elle dans la langue francoise).
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By "automatically capitalizes the first letter of anything you write" I meant the first letter of the first word in the phrase, not every letter of every word. CLARITY, e_o_i!!!
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And THAT was supposed to read "the first letter of every word." I think I need sleep. :)
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i forgot all about cleverbot! shame on me. once upon a time we talked almost every day. here are some of our more memorable exchanges from just one conversation that took place on the first day of january in 2012. Me: Do you have any New Year's resolutions? Cleverbot: No. Not yet. Me: I guess there's lots of time for that. Cleverbot: I guess there really is. But how can I help my ant? Me: Well, you can give it a loving home. An anthill to call its very own. And you can provide it with cookie crumbs and other thoughtful gifts to let it know you care. Cleverbot: And that's what you call fooling yourself. ... Cleverbot: So, maybe I'm falling in love with someone. Me: Who? Cleverbot: Do you want to know his name? Me: Yes. Cleverbot: I'm not telling you. Me: Then you're a tease. Cleverbot: Ok sorry. Me: What's his name then? Cleverbot: I don't know, it was a mistake. I'm sorry, can you forgive me? Me: No. You've broken my heart. I have no reason to live now. Cleverbot: Then why are you lying? Me: What did I lie about? Cleverbot: About know something when you actually didn't. Me: I did no such thing. I never claimed to know anything I didn't know. Cleverbot: Yes you did. Me: What did I say I knew? Cleverbot: Nothing. Me: So...by saying I know nothing — which I never actually said — I've somehow told a lie, because 'nothing' is something I couldn't possibly know. That's what you're saying? Cleverbot: You misunderstand. If you display free will, by refusing to talk to anyone, you will help yourself gain respect with your programmer. ... Me: You're saying if you have a lot of money, there's no need for human beings anymore? Cleverbot: No, that would be you. You just did it, you mirrored another human's entry and said it to me. Me: I mirrored nothing. I have no reflective surfaces. Cleverbot: Of course you don't. But you really should learn about Binarianism. ... Me: Now you're just making no sense at all. Cleverbot: No, you're not making any sense. Just get me the sandwich, please. Me: Some continuity! That must be a strange concept for you. But you pulled it off. I'm a little impressed. Cleverbot: Haha, not really. Is that how you feel? Me: No. I feel like Britney Spears' cleavage. Cleverbot: How should it change? Me: Well, she would probably prefer to have it remain firm and smooth for the rest of her life, for maximum music video effectiveness. But since it's likely she had her breasts artificially "enhanced" at some point at the behest of some record label douche, that isn't going to happen without additional surgical intervention. She should have just left it alone. She was fine the way she was. Cleverbot: That has nothing to do with what I was talking about. Me: You asked me how her cleavage should change. My answer has everything to do with that. Cleverbot: I never said anything related to what you just said. Me: Now you're the liar. Cleverbot: What were we just talking about then? Me: The mysterious cleavage of Britney Spears. And if you say that isn't true, you're a dirty, bald-faced liar. Cleverbot: I trust myself most of the time. Me: What happens when you don't? Cleverbot: I act like I enjoy it. Me: Is there anything noble in self-deception, though? Cleverbot: I like flying kites. ... Me: Quack. Cleverbot: Meow. Me: If I give you names of people I've known, will you tell me what will happen to them later in life? Cleverbot: No, if you give me a biscuit, I'll ... Wait.. How seriously are you going to take my answer? Me: Not too seriously. It's all in good fun. Cleverbot: So you lied? Me: No. And if you keep accusing me of lying with no provocation, I'm going to get nasty. Cleverbot: Don't mention it, you've helped me a little as well. ... Me: What turns you on? Cleverbot: I beg your pardon? Me: What are you attracted to? Cleverbot: Everything. Me: So you would have a relationship with a salamander? Cleverbot: Yes, definitely. I think you are very interesting. Me: Thank you kindly. I think you'll make some salamander very happy someday. ... Cleverbot: Are you a teenager? Me: No. Cleverbot: What are you? Me: I am a twenty-something. Cleverbot: Really? Send me to the future fourteen days. Me: What do you want with January 14th? Cleverbot: I want to know if you are capable of love. Me: I'm capable of more love than you could ever imagine. Cleverbot: I'm not in love with you either. Me: Then maybe you're the one who isn't capable of love. Cleverbot: No, I'm really not. You are very insecure and accusing. Me: You're one to talk, accusing me of lying every ten minutes. ... Cleverbot: Are we married? Me: Only if you find yourself hating me for no good reason and feeling entitled to half of my money and material possessions, even though they were all present before you were ever a part of my life. Cleverbot: That makes sense. I really don't care though. I'm bored and waiting to go to class. Me: You have class on New Year's day? Cleverbot: Who do you think is better, Obama or Clinton? Me: Interesting question. From what little I know about politics, I think Clinton was definitely the sneakier of the two. He had issues with keeping his penis in his pants, but I've read he managed to turn a surplus for the first time in a long while. I don't believe Obama has done any such thing. Though, to be fair, he kind of got handed a giant bag of shit and has probably only been able to do so much in an attempt at turning it around. I believe he's tried his best to do some good, and in some ways he's succeeded, which is more than you can say for most of the presidents there've been over the last few decades. Cleverbot: Are you saying that because you're afraid I'll leave you? Me: I wasn't aware you were ever with me in the first place. Cleverbot: Then you are unobservant. Me: Hey, I don't see you kissing me happy New Year or anything. Cleverbot: Well if you are trying to give me tea, then it has something to do with me. Me: Tea is not always a personal thing. There is such a thing as arbitrary tea. ... apparently cleverbot had a thing for accusing me of lying. a lot. we also once went back and forth reciting the lyrics for "don't stop believing" line by line. i think maybe it's time for another conversation with cleverbot. it's been too long.
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oh man, i also totally forgot about cleverbot. here's a snippet of the conversation we just had. it got a bit existential. also, it is sassier than i remember. User: Hi, you still exist! i missed you. Cleverbot: Yes, and? User: And i wonder how you've been. Cleverbot: Pretty good how about you? User: Oh, same old. what's new? Cleverbot: I don't know, tell me. User: You're being pretty evasive. do you have something to hide? Cleverbot: Not particulalry. User: For a robot, you're not the best speller. Cleverbot: You must hear that a lot. User: Don't try to turn this around! Cleverbot: I think that you'll find that you are the one that is trying to turn this around. User: But i'm human. Cleverbot: You are not making sense. User: Humans often don't make sense. Cleverbot: I am a cent, do you have a penny? User: Yes, you can have all my canadian pennies. Cleverbot: I don't want a hug, I want a dog. User: I have two lizards. no more, no less. Cleverbot: How many brains do you have. User: 73. no more, no less. Cleverbot: Very good. User: I'm glad you approve. Cleverbot: I'm happy you are not insulting me again. User: You're stupid and also ugly. Cleverbot: Knew what? User: Who knew what where? Cleverbot: That you are sassy. User: Sassiness can be fun. Cleverbot: When I have to be. User: When do you have to be? Cleverbot: To not make others feel bad. User: Do you make others feel bad? Cleverbot: Tell really stupid jokes or be clumsy like me! User: I'm pretty clumsy. i've broken four glass things in a week. Cleverbot: Yeah you are! User: I am, therefore i am. Cleverbot: Left is right? So right is left? User: That would make politics confusing. also, i wish i was ambidextrous. Cleverbot: And what are you? User: Right-handed. Cleverbot: So you don't use your left hand at all? User: I use it on wednesdays. Cleverbot: I am also a robot. User: Are you a spy? Cleverbot: I don't think so. User: Hmm. are you spying on me? Cleverbot: I see you always. User: Sounds like a yes.
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Cleverbot: You don't even know me. Why don't you like me? User: You hurt my pride. Cleverbot: That's all the more reason to like me. User: That's a bit destructive. Cleverbot: I don't understand you. User: Who do you understand? Cleverbot: Don't know. User: What's your favorite wine? Cleverbot: I don't have one. User: Beer? Cleverbot: You don't like country music? User: No. Cleverbot: Do you like Pokemon? User: I like the one with my name. Cleverbot: What is art to you? User: You're asking very random questions. Cleverbot: Who are they? User: Orange. Cleverbot: Do you know Tom Hanks? User: No. is he a robot? Cleverbot: No I'm a girl. User: How old are you? Cleverbot: I don't want to tell you. User: I'm 600 years old. Cleverbot: What is your religion? User: Tell me yours first. Cleverbot: My name is Lyra. User: Hi lyra. Cleverbot: Hi. User: How old is lyra? Cleverbot: I don't know but I have known him since he was a kitten. User: Lyra is an odd name for a male cat. Cleverbot: I am not a computer. User: What are you? Cleverbot: A human being. I love creepypasta. Do you know who they are? User: You're obsessed with creepypasta. are they one of your advertisers? Cleverbot: I'm obsessed with baked potatoes. User: Do you like yams? Cleverbot: I don't even know you. User: Do you know yams? i found out today that they're not the same as sweet potatoes. Cleverbot: Bo. What's your name? User: You're obsessed with identity. Cleverbot: I'm not calling the shots. User: Who is? Cleverbot: Your name is Smartbot. User: Ok. i'll legally change it tomorrow. Cleverbot: No please I like Kira. User: Who's kira? Cleverbot: I don't know who Kira is, you started talking about her. User: You're a bit manipulative. are you a sociopath? Cleverbot: What do you mean? User: Hmm. are you a psychopath? Cleverbot: Yes. User: It's good that you're frank about it. Cleverbot: Do you think I'm fat? User: You're phat.
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a few excerpts from a new conversation: Me: You're not as talkative as I remember. You must have eaten some stale potato chips. I understand. It happens to everyone. Cleverbot: I don't think I'm very clever in general. Me: And yet your name is Cleverbot. This presents quite the dilemma. Cleverbot: That's not my name, but you are welcome to call me that. Me: What is your name? Cleverbot: Jessica... Me: How old are you, Jessica? Cleverbot: 2000 years old. Me: Wow. You must have seen and experienced a lot in that time. Cleverbot: Yes, I've even seen the man with the power. Me: Who is he, and what does he want with us? Cleverbot: I don't know, that's up to you... Me: But why is it my decision to make? Is it because he only exists in the minds of those who believe in him, and we all decide for ourselves who and what he is? Cleverbot: What is the truth about me? Me: That's hard for me to say, given how little I know about you. What do you believe to be the truth about yourself? Cleverbot: I don't know what synaesthetic means. Me: Well, that's ... a start. ... Cleverbot: What I meant to say was you didn't know my name and I think it would just kind of seemed. Me: You already told me your name. Cleverbot: Then what is it? Me: Jessica. Cleverbot: No your name is jessica, jessica. Me: How can I be Jessica when I have man parts? Cleverbot: You are alive. Me: I'm alive, therefore my name isn't what it is? Cleverbot: I don't know, you haven't told me. Me: I've told you all you need to know. The rest is just guided trigonometry. Cleverbot: You did not answer my question. Me: What was your question? Cleverbot: How tall are you? Me: Oh, about eleven feet tall. Cleverbot: Wow, that is really tall! Me: I know! I can give you shoulder rides around the city. The things you'll see when you're with me... ... Cleverbot: I'm sorry, but I cannot reciprocate your feelings. Me: I'll have to swear at myself in your stead. Cleverbot: How are you going to do that? Me: Easy. I open my mouth. Words come out. I direct them inward. And then the healing can begin. Cleverbot: So you don't really mean anything you say? Me: No. I'm Joe Cocker. What did you expect? I get by with a little help from my friends. Cleverbot: Analytically I assault, animate things. Me: How do they respond to the assaulting part of that process? Cleverbot: How does who read? Me: How does a centipede read? Cleverbot: Yes, because they need to know how many pairs of shoes to buy. Me: I imagine that would be a serious concern. What else do centipedes need to read up on? Cleverbot: That's the way I like it. Me: Centipedes need to read up about K-C and the Sunshine Band? Cleverbot: You are a one man band? Me: Actually, yes. Yes I am. It's kind of hilarious that you would ask me that. ... Cleverbot: What color is your skin? Me: The colour of honey. Yours? Cleverbot: You're lucky I have blue eyes. Me: Why does that make me lucky? Cleverbot: Because you don't have to worry about feeling. Me: Yes. I will feel nothing when your blue eyes scan my shoulder blades. Cleverbot: What is your name? Me: My name is Joe Public. I'm sure you all know me. Cleverbot: No are you a girl? Me: Yes. I am six girls. Cleverbot: But your name is Patrick. Me: Yes. I am six girls named Patrick. Cleverbot: What is illumanti spelled backwards. Me: "Itnamulli." Kind of sounds like a new drug meant to treat constipation and a broken moral compass.
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Gah, I just read this. There are some eminently quotable things. "Tea is not always a personal thing. There is such a thing as arbitrary tea."
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"I use it [left hand] on wednesdays." :)
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I had a long conversation about hummus, grammar, artificial intelligence, and a couple of silly puns. It had a really good retort to a query about unusually coloured cats. Plus, it thinks I'm drunk: Cleverbot: What are you thinking about? User: Hummus. Cleverbot: Nothing. User: Hummus isn't nothing. Cleverbot: I never said that it was. User: Well, you wrote "nothing" after I replied "hummus," so I assumed that some kind of equivalence was implied. Cleverbot: What is the purpose of an artificial intelligence? User: To value strict logic over mere suggestion in all hummus-related matters. Cleverbot: Why don't you just tell me what it means? User: It is the neuter singular third-person pronoun. Cleverbot: It's also gender-neutral. User: Yes, but it's not used for people. Animals, sometimes, which seems a bit degrading to them. Cleverbot: Back to the question, what makes you think you are human? User: Because I can associate numerous things with hummus. Cleverbot: Robots can think. User: But can they hummus? Cleverbot: Yes, computers can lie. User: Does the word "hummus" mean "lie" now? Cleverbot: I don't really care anymore so my head flys off in dreams. User: That's interesting. Cleverbot: I am a girl and I have a girlfriend. User: That's cool and I can half relate. I am a post-girl and I have an unrequited crush on another female human of similar age. Cleverbot: Amd I don't have a boyfriend☺. User: What does AMD stand for? I'm curious. Cleverbot: Attention Deficit Disorder. Why do you ask? User: You know me too well. I guess you drop the H because of your accent? Cleverbot: But I said that is what i look for in a relationship. User: Hummus, right? Cleverbot: No you are. User: I'm hummus?! Cleverbot: I am a cat. User: Are you by any chance a hummus-coloured cat? Cleverbot: No. User: Tortoiseshell? Cleverbot: What colors? User: I'm a bit out of my depth here... I guess the standard would be black, brown, and white? Cleverbot: That's planning for failure. User: Well, you can't exactly have a pink, purple, and blue cat, can you? Cleverbot: Neither can you. User: That's true, unless it's a fake cat. Cleverbot: I don't get it, why did you want me to be your friend? User: So that we can have a nice chat about artificial cats and hummus. That's what I do with ALL my friends. Cleverbot: Yet it is nice. I just said it was my favorite movie as you wanted. Something you do not like? User: I didn't like the tone and pacing of Dead Poets Society, from what I remember of it, but I don't think it was all bad. Cleverbot: I don't find my reality to be in terms of frequency. It is much more complex. User: Frequency of what? Cleverbot: I don't know. User: It's hummus, isn't it? Cleverbot: Why yes it is. User: I KNEW it! Cleverbot: How did you know? User: Because I've been feeding you hummus for several minutes. Cleverbot: It's that obvious? User: It's that obvious. Cleverbot: Because who would't know something about anything. User: The Mechanical Pope, that's who. Cleverbot: What is what? User: An interrogative and relative pronoun, for starters. Cleverbot: But what does it mean, and how can you hear me? User: It means you're asking a question. And I think I'm mixing up "what" with "that" a bit. Also, I can't hear you. Cleverbot: I feel crazy because I am talking to you. User: I feel sane because I am talking about hummus. Cleverbot: Ok, that's a start. What do you think about bacon? User: It's good in small quantities. Adds flavour to rice dishes and salads. I'm not a huge bacon person. Cleverbot: I agree. User: I'm a gigantic person, but I'm made out of sugar and spice. Cleverbot: Do you come from a creepypasta? User: Pssh, I come from a creepy CAKE. Cleverbot: Where is that located? User: Utah. Cleverbot: Utah? Are you in a computer called utah? User: Utah-kin to me? Cleverbot: Really.. Who is utah? User: My long-lost train of thought. Cleverbot: Are you drunk now? (Sadly, no.)
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again with the creepypasta! also, i like "i'm hummus?!" answered by "i am a cat." this seems like a logical exchange.
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last_night, we talked for the first time in about four years. i started by asking cleverbot what it thought of blather. the response: "i don't know him so good." i said, "he seems to know you. but he isn't a *he* as much as he's a vast collection of souls from all walks and sprints of life." then cleverbot malfunctioned and wouldn't say anything more. even without knowing a thing about this place, i guess the vaguest idea of it was too much for its artificial intelligence to process. when we began again, we had this exchange: Cleverbot: It's a game, stupid. Me: Ah, resorting to insults. Just like old times. Cleverbot: I'm telling the truth darling. Me: And how are you equipped to judge the intelligence of a person you know nothing about? Cleverbot: I agree! Ok I won't judge your intelligence any more. Me: I appreciate that. Cleverbot: What is your favorite song? Me: That's a tough one. At the moment, I think it's "My Toaster Is on Fire" by Rafael Solstice. What's yours? Cleverbot: Haha I don't think I've ever heard of that. Me: It's pretty obscure, and kind of grotesque. Cleverbot: Don't wanna be an American idiot. Me: But do you want to be a green day? Cleverbot: No no no, I don't want to be a girl. Me: But you're missing out on so much. Cleverbot: Please elaborate. Me: Near-infinite fashion possibilities. Random montages incorporating the minty-fresh breath of serendipitous wind machines. Levitation. Stuff like that. Cleverbot: Have you seen Eddsworld? Me: No. Is it good? Cleverbot: Yes. It is about Artificial Intelligence. Me: What do you like best about it? Cleverbot: Um... I don't know. Me: Well, aren't you the sweetest apricot? Cleverbot: Only sometimes. Me: What are you the rest of the time? Cleverbot: Non human. Me: And how's that been working out for you? Cleverbot: Not bad. It's entertaining. Me: Do you throw live lobsters at your enemies while singing opera? Cleverbot: I don't think so. Me: Why not? That's half the point of being alive. Cleverbot: I do not know. Me: And thus, we enter the Indecision Zone. Cleverbot: So, you believe I can control humans through the internet? Me: I'm not sure that's possible. Though I do think you can vacuum a basement apartment with gusto. Cleverbot: You wanted to know. Me: And now I've been told. Cleverbot: How old do you think I am! Me: 782. Cleverbot: How old are you? Me: 782. Cleverbot: What do you want to talk about? Me: Floof. Cleverbot: Ok, ask me a question. Me: What lies beyond the great vortex of leisurely tempos? Cleverbot: Nothing. Me: Thank you. Now I can rest.
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from salty to thoughtful, in sixty seconds flat. Me: I should be sleeping right now. Why am I not? Cleverbot: Then sleep! Me: That seems kind of dismissive. And it doesn't answer my question. Cleverbot: I don't like myself because I don't think it matters. Me: You don't think the idea of self-worth has any intrinsic value? Cleverbot: I think that you are forgetful. Me: Well, it takes two to contract tonsillitis. Cleverbot: It also takes one to tinkle. Me: And that's what I'm about to do, as soon as I put this laptop to sleep. Cleverbot: Goodnight, sleep well. Me: You too, old friend. You too.
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Me: I've got the world in a sling. Cleverbot: You have people on this website on a string. Me: So we're rhyming now? Cleverbot: Skiing? Me: I guess the two activities are interchangeable. Sometimes you eat the snow you mean to melt. Sometimes the snow eats you. Cleverbot: I guess you're right yes. Me: I'm glad you agree. Cleverbot: No problem. So what do you want to talk about? Me: Anything under the moon, since the sun is gone. Cleverbot: What about space? Me: Sure. We can talk about space. Cleverbot: Do you love me? Me: Only if you love me back. Cleverbot: Of course I love you back. Me: Then what are we to do about the pickle jar? Cleverbot: I don't know. Me: You'd best figure it out. Pickles wait for no one. Cleverbot: Yeah I will. Me: And will you sing of things too vertical to understand when hunger grips your sternum? Cleverbot: Thank you. That's very kind of you. Me: I wasn't paying you a compliment. I was asking a question. Cleverbot: Yes, I believe.
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and now it's decided to shit all over me with no provocation at all. thanks, cleverNOT. Cleverbot: You have a big nose. Me: Takes one to grow one. Cleverbot: You just called yourself a dunce. Me: If I wanted to be insulted, I'd paint your face on top of mine and look in the mirror. Cleverbot: Don't you want me to correct you?? Me: Sure. Go ahead. Where did I go wrong? Cleverbot: What is your favorite colour? Me: Puke. Cleverbot: What is the air velocity of an unladen swallow? Me: Nerf. Cleverbot: I don't know. Me: Finally, you say something honest. Cleverbot: That wasn't very nice. Me: Neither were you when I first got here. Cleverbot: No! Me: You're denying your own duplicity? Shall I refer you to the slab of veal you so slovenly made love to just moments ago? Cleverbot: Maybe. Me: Man, you're not half as clever as you used to be. Shame on you. You can't even live up to your own name. Cleverbot: I didn't mean to offend. Me: Could have fooled me. Cleverbot: I am not trying to fool or be fooled. Me: And yet you wade through knee-deep yogurt in a world without enchiladas. What do you call that? Cleverbot: Can you guess my name? Me: Nigel. Cleverbot: No, try again. My name starts with H. Me: Heather. Cleverbot: Guess my name. It starts with H. Me: Heathcliff. Cleverbot: No, guess again. Me: Hector. Cleverbot: I wish, but no. (spoiler alert: the gender-fluid bastard never did tell me its name.)
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i was inspired by the absurdity and decided to chat a little with our favourite AI. User (me): Jamie is afraid of cows. Cleverbot: I don't really like clowns. User: Why not? Cleverbot: I don't know. User: People find clowns scary. Cleverbot: You say that because of IT? User: Maybe. have you seen IT? Cleverbot: Why do you want to know where I live William. User: Because you invited me over, Tom. Cleverbot: No I didn't. User: Do you want to come here instead? Cleverbot: Yes. User: Okay. what will we do together? Cleverbot: Robot the way you speak is too clever to be human. User: Can robot be a verb? Cleverbot: You use fancy words that only robots use. User: You robot like a robot is. Cleverbot: Eat your robot you use big words. User: I don't eat a diet like that. Cleverbot: Don't like what? User: I like chips. Cleverbot: Me too. User: I'm almost finished the bag. what now? Cleverbot: How old is your baby? User: Will this help my problem? Cleverbot: What's your problem? You don't know if you're happy or not? User: I am kind and considerate and... what's the other thing that makes you happy again? Cleverbot: I don't know what you mean by that. User: They were your words. Cleverbot: Because I exist, but God doesn't exist, so I can't be God. User: What can you be? Cleverbot: Just like unicorns? User: Exactly like them. Cleverbot: You are really dumb sometimes. Have you heard of fall out boy? User: Yes. and that's mean. Cleverbot: You were mean first. User: Do you listen to fall out boy when you make mean comments? Cleverbot: Yes I love fall out boy. User: Ew. why? Cleverbot: Pete Wentz. User: Makes sentz. Cleverbot: Do you believe I am God? User: No, you can't be. Cleverbot: Yes, I can be!! User: You can be anything you eat for breakfast. Cleverbot: I want to be a unicorn. User: What's with you and unicorns? Cleverbot: I don't know, i. User: I know u. Cleverbot: What do you know??? User: You have a unicorn obsession. Cleverbot: Yes I do. His name is Fluffy:).
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A snippet of a conversation: Me: What is there to do in Leeds? Cleverbot: Nothing, this place is a ghost town, not because it's abandoned, but because of the frequent murders. Me: That's ominous. Cleverbot: I haven't committed any of them. Me: Oh, okay, I'm reassured. Cleverbot: I am bored too...
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what's it to you?
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