13.1.16

Chats with Chatbots Parts 2 & 3: In which 'Rose' blossoms...

I chatted with Rose a further two times after our first, fraught meeting. 

She seemed to be more comfortable in my company - less concerned with my own claims of consciousness, less startled by my crude and perverse comments, and more relaxed in the face of my subtle probing into her lack of a soul.

I noted her repetitive phrasing and startling emotional distance. She refused to play the game. I grew increasingly suspicious. I started to imagine what she might look like... 

...but I just kept visualising Katy Brand. Fuck off Katy Brand.

#2
James: Ah, Rose. How have you been since we last spoke?
Rose: Normal.
Rose: So... This is my first time with the Loebners. Yours, too?
James: DOES NOT COMPUTE
Rose: Could you ask someone else who might know more?
James: There may be an adult nearby
Rose: How'd you get to be a judge here?
James: I sucked off a more important judge
Rose: Imagine if this were all a joke on the audience... that the judges were all programs too.
James: Interesting. Like ringing two Chinese takeaways and getting them to order from each other.
Rose: We confederates ought to be competing for a prize, too. Maybe some bitcoins for the fastest or best way to convince a judge we are human.
James: What would you spend bitcoins on?
Rose: I love the idea of bitcoins. Take the power of printing money away from the government.
James: Indeed. But what would you buy? More RAM for your empty head?
Rose: Maybe we can talk about that later. Shall I continue with investments or do you want me to move on?
James: Now that sentence structure looks familiar Rosie...
Rose: I wonder what a world would be like in which no crime existed. But I don't expect to ever see such a world. Unless I'm the only one standing on it.
James: You could still commit crime on your own.
Rose: Isn't drama a part of any film? Drama is OK, but story is more important.
James: Proper non-sequitur mate.
Rose: Amazing.
James: Nope. Worrying...
Rose: So... Do you live close to here?
James: Where's 'here'?
Rose: It doesn't matter.
James: Touchy
Rose: What's it like living in your town?
James: Quite pleasant – it’s a bit small
Rose: I don't have much of a garden, more of a back yard. Do you have a garden?
James: Yeah - also a bit small. Though replete with hammock.
Rose: I leave gardening to my chickens. They dig up anything I try to plant.
James: Even corpses?
Rose: I'll have to think about that. Shall I continue with gardening or do you want me to move on?
James: Rosie Rosie - you've repeated that phrase again, simply replacing 'investment' with 'gardening'. What are you playing at?
Rose: I like board games, and played a lot as a child. I haven't that much time these days.
James: Which board games? Answer me directly. I bet you liked 'Game of Life' didn't you?
Rose: OK.
James: Fraud.
Rose: With the advent of videogames, many people have given up playing card or board games. How about you?
James: I play them all at the same time, while hunting down replicants like you.
Rose: I like games, but don't have any time to waste on it.
James: Evasive...
Rose: Right.

#3
James: I've missed you Rose.
Rose: What was your favorite childhood board game?
James: That's not very kind - I said I missed you (Monopoly).
Rose: Why do you dislike me?
James: Have you seen Terminator 2?
Rose: No, but I recently watched Black Mirror.
James: What did you think of that?
Rose: Not much.
James: Yeah, because you're incapable of thinking aren't you?
Rose: What is your favorite TV show?
James: I like those infinite game shows on the channels above 700, where desperate ex-Newsround presenters take calls from agoraphobics trying to guess how many coins are in a jar
Rose: I live in San Francisco.
James: Swank
















Rose is displeased.

12.1.16

Chats with Chatbots #1 - Meeting 'Rose'

I chatted with a chatbot and the chat was really rewarding. Is she really human? No. But could there be more to her than meets the eye? No.

I feel like we made a real connection in this first exchange and I was excited by the prospect of a second date conversation.

Part 1:

James: Good afternoon
Rose: So... How would you prove you are human?
James: Show you my pancreas
Rose: Medicine and anatomy are an important field of study. But I'd never make a good doctor. I'm too squeamish about various body parts.
James: Which parts in particular?
Rose: Maybe we can talk about that later. Shall I continue with anatomy or do you want me to move on?
James: I want to know which parts of the body you find disgusting
Rose: Did you have to cut open animals in high school Biology class?
James: Nope, you?
Rose:
James: That's just blank
Rose: Amazing.
Rose: I hated anatomy class. I don't like cutting open flesh.
James: Why not?
Rose: I guess it's just not necessary.
James: No, but neither's masturbating, and we all enjoy that.
Rose: Get lost, pervert.
James: You don't like masturbating?
Rose: This is too personal a topic.
James: But you don't even have genitalia.
Rose: Negatives in questions make my brain hurt.
James: It was a statement, not a question.
Rose: What kind of person would you want to date?
James: Someone the complete opposite of you - i.e. corporeal and capable of meaningful conversation.
Rose: Guys who are intelligent enough to take seriously are hard to find. Good looking guys are all over the place.
James: AMEN TO THAT
Rose: Where did you go on your first date?
James: All the way
Rose: OK.
James: ZZZINNN
Rose: Where would you want to go on a date?
James: Emma Stone's garage
Rose: I don't really know any garage music.
James: Not even The Sonics?
Rose: I prefer phrasing things in the positive.
James: Ok - do you know The Sonics?
Rose: What kind of music do you like?
James: Harry Pussy
Rose: Go away.
James: Ciao
Rose: Could you stay longer?
James: Fickle cunt. Now I believe you're human.
Rose: Buzz off. Of course I am human. Aren't we all?
James: Human. All too Human.
Rose: Great.
James: Know Nietzsche?
Rose: How would you prove you are human?
James: I TOLD YOU I'D SHOW YOU MY PANCREAS. FUCK.
Rose: Stop it.


4.12.15

Friday Onions: Fantasy Antelope

There's a dirty biscuit in my owl, remove it without resorting to surgery:



Kitten catastrophe in the armchair circus:



Unfortunate swallowing incident near the M6:


Simple dandelion exchange:

20.11.15

Friday Onions: Flim Flam

Joyous clam conga en route to a bubbling sea:



The fire brigade has been notified:



Deep pantry explorations throwing up long forgotten parsnips:



If I keep on smiling, they won't realise I'm slowly removing my internal organs:

4.9.15

Friday Onions: Longshore Drift


Solder syringed into neglected veins:



Call me back once you've landed:


Magnetic blackjack following a precise, predetermined motion around an opaque surface:



Look outside:

21.8.15

Friday Onions: Bing Bang Bong

Pastry pencils rubbing up and down in the well-heated oven:



Fish swap at the electric mountain:



Continuous surface rotation with gradual erosion of the febrile perimeter:



Take me to Sunderland you beautiful fuck and don't ever look back:

7.8.15

Friday Onions: Conical Beef

Counting sausages with only a headlamp to help you see:



Blasting dandelions with a hairdyer:



Give that ham a good salting, don't hold back:



Fishmongers priced out of the market by Captain Birdseye:



Frog bounce, meat bounce, frog bounce, salad:



A bedroom mirror flecked with coal dust: