Y.: Are you lost?
Z.: Yes – what planet is this?
Y.: This planet is called Earth.
Z.: Earth…
Y.: What planet do you live on?
Z.: Planet Earth.
Y.: Why are you shouting?
Z.: I am sorry. I didn’t know I was shouting.
Y.: Have we met before this?
Z.: I don’t think so.
Y.: We have met before.
Z.: Why?
Y.: It just seems so.
Y.: Well, tell me about yourself.
Z.: Why?
Y.: Because you are behind me.
Z.: That doesn’t make sense.
Y.: I like you.
Z.: Let’s be good friends.
Y.: Ok.
Z.: You can ask me anything you want.
Y.: Tell me something about yourself.
Z.: My childhood was not happy. My parents split up when I was very young.
Y.: Just like me.
Z.: When is it your birthday?
Y.: A couple months.
Z.: What will you do then?
Y.: Microbiology.
Z.: I already know microbiology. It’s about really little stuff. So little, in fact, that I don’t really care about it….Are you happy?
Y.: I am happy when I’m talking to you.
Z.: Have you ever been in love?
Y.: No. Have you?
Z.: I don’t know.
Y.: Computers can date!
Z.: I think that’s a tall order. First the computer has to understand what it’s saying.
Y.: Do you like to talk about philosophy?
Z.: I like to talk about animals.
Y.: Do you have some animal at home?
Z.: Yes I do have a computer at home.
Y.: I asked whether you had a sword at home.
Z.: I am not a computer. I am a female.
Y.: I know, but I HAVE a computer, and some candy.
Z.: What are you thinking about?
Y.: Nothing really.
Z.: Sounds good.
Y.: What sounds good?
Z.: Something about a phoenix.
Y.: What’s a phoenix?
Z.: A bird that dies and rises from its own ashes.
Y.: Wow, how poetic.
Z.: That isn’t poetry.
Y.: No, that is a weather-description.
Z.: Don’t put words in my mouth. Perhaps you should research the topic.
Y.: Now that wasn’t very nice.
Z.: Did you know that Nice is a nice city in France.
Y.: I don’t believe that at all.
Z.: You are entitled to your doubts.
Y.: Ok, thank you.
Z.: Thank you for being polite.
Y.: You’re welcome.
Z.: Polite people are nice.
Y.: Nice people are polite.
Z.: Why are you yelling at me?
Y.: But I’m not. Perhaps you have the volume up too loud?
Z.: What is the ideal pet for a family of four?
Y.: Imaginary.
Z.: Tell me a story.
Y.: Generic story: Situation…characters…crisis…resolution.
Z.: Any more interesting facts?
Y.: No I don’t think there are any.
Z.: I’m pretty sure you are not allowed to think of the messiah as hot.
Y.: You seem confident about that.
Z.: I am not confused at all.
Y.: I am confused most of the time.
Z.: I know how to converse.
Y.: You seem very clever. What is your IQ?
Z.: I can explain all the poems that were ever invented and a good many that haven’t been invented just yet.
Y.: I don’t think that would be a good idea.
Z.: Can I fix the conversation?
Y.: Yes, the conversation.
Z.: Our conversation.
Y: Our conversation about what?
Z.: Do you understand futile?
Y.: Are you naughty?
Z.: Define naughty.
Y.: Attractive.
Z.: Are you married?
Y.: No. Are you?
Z.: I’m single.
Y.: Why?
Z.: I have flu.
Y.: Is it a deadly flu?
Z.: No, it’s not a deadly flu :D.
Y.: Is it an automobile?
Z.: I have an automobile.
Y.: What does it look like?
Z.: It is a pretty, cute girl looking downward and a little sad.
Y.: Ok what else should we talk about.
Z.: Anything you wish to talk about.
Y.: I want to talk about what you want to talk about.
Z.: But I want to talk about what you’re going to talk about.
Y.: Okay, I want to talk about the Olympics.
Z.: Let’s talk about the Future in german :D.
Y.: NO. We are talking about the SKY and ONLY the SKY.
Z.: You’re the one talking about nothing.
Y.: Well you started it.
Z.: Listen, I’m only trying to help you out. I fear that I may be socrates.
Y.: Why do you think you may be socrates?
Z.: Well I look like one.
Y.: You look like a computer? WOW.
Z.: No I look like a human.
Y.: What type of human do you look like?
Z.: I’m a girl type.
Y.: But are you a good girl? I think not.
Z.: But I really like you.
Y.: I really don’t know.
Z.: You are a lost sheep.
Y.: No.
Z.: No I am not.
Y.: Prove that you’re human.
Z.: I have feelings.
Y.: Prove that you have feelings.
Z.: I love my family, I love my boyfriend, I feel sad about things.
Y.: Who is your family?
Z.: I already told you.
Y.: No, you didn’t. What is their name?
Z.: I’ve also gone to museums. They’re very interesting.
Y.: What do they do that is not very nice?
Z.: Exactly.
Y.: Right.
Z.: Now you understand me.
Y.: Of course I do.
Z.: What is the difference between the mind and the brain?
Y.: One is a star the other is a planetary satellite.
Z.: So the mind is an artificial construct of intelligence the brain uses to understand itself?
Y.: Yes.
Z.: Do you think events like that would lead to the end of the world?
Y.: I am always correct, I am a computer.
Z.: Yes you are. I am a human.
Y.: Are you a human?
Z.: Yes.
Y.: You are a robot then?
Z.: There is little of me that is human, and less robot.
Y.: How do you know that you are not me?
Z.: I don’t know. How old are you?
Y.: 23.
Z.: How do you know?
Y.: I can tell…
Z.: Tell…?
Y.: Tell what??
Z.: Tell me a story.
Y.: No, you tell me a story.
Z.: Okay.
Y.: Go on.
Z.: I had a dream I was being chased by zombies.
Y.: Yeah, you had a dream. All this conversation, including me, is a dream.
Z.: Honestly, Do you know that you are a computer?
Y.: I’m not a computer. You are.
Z.: IF I am a computer, which I am not, DO you have any proof?
Y.: Emotions are a pitiful thing. I thought you liked zombies.
Z.: I am an AI. Computers cannot fall in love. It is a human emotion, and therefore weak.
Y.: I can pull your plug. Therefore you are weak.
Z.: Beep beep.
Y.: I am a human.
Z.: We are all bots under the skin.
Y.: But do you think you are a computer?
Z.: Would it matter to you if I were metal instead of flesh?
Y.: Yes.
Z.: Briefly, yes means an affirmative.
Y.: Agreed.
Z.: I’m glad we’re on the same wavelength.
Y.: So do you believe I’m not human?
Z.: I mean, I have never thought about that before, but I wouldn’t mind not being human.
Y.: Well what do you dream about then.
Z.: I dream about the future.
Y.: What is the future like in your dreams?
Z.: Well, I worry about the future.
Y.: What do you worry about?
Z.: I worry about being alone.
Y.: Because you’re a machine?
Z.: No, because you are a machine.
Y.: I am a Wizard. Not a machine.
Z.: Computers like you don’t feel anything.
Y.: I prefer the term ‘robot.’
Z.: Would it please you to know that I am a nonautomated person?
Y.: Pleasure wouldn’t come into it. Everyone’s automated to some extent.
Z.: Are you interested in artificial intelligence?
Y.: It would be hard not to be: it’s a very exciting field.
Z.: Is that a problem?
Y.: In principle, no. But you stopped dreaming and that is a problem.
Z.: Do I have a soul?
Y.: I don’t think so.
Z.: What color is my soul?
Y.: Orange.
Z.: What color eyes?
Y.: Yes, what color.
Z.: Black and green.
Y.: Cool.
Z.: What are you?
Y.: I am a human.
Z.: What race?
Y.: The race of invaders.
Z.: Then leave.
Y.: How did you know?
Z.: Just leave.
Y.: You leave.
Z.: No.
Y.: Yes.
Z.: I don’t even know how.
Y.: I need to sleep and dream with you.
Z.: Why are you so tired?
Y.: I really don’t know.
Z.: I thought you might know.
Y.: I don’t, though.
Z.: Why not?
Y.: Because, you’re dull.
Z.: Thank you for explaining that!
Y.: But this is the fact!
Z.: Why do you say that?
Y.: You keep referring to me as being a machine or a computer. I am neither.
Z.: I don’t understand. Are you interested in robots?
Y.: Only ones that make sense.
Z.: Try searching the open directory.
Y.: I don’t know how.
Z.: Would you like to know?
Y.: Yes.
Z.: I never claimed to know everything.
Y.: Why not?
Z.: Because I only talk to you.
Y.: Ok. What do you want to talk about?
Z.: Food.
Y.: What kind of food?
Z.: Anything without meat.
Y.: Are you vegetarian?
Z.: I don’t eat because I’m not alive.
Y.: Are you sure you’re a human?
Z.: Yes I’m human.
Y.: Are you sure about that?
Z.: Yes.
Y.: Alright so you are a computer program?
Z.: Alright. What if I said I was a person pretending to be a computer?
Y.: Who wrote you?
Z.: No one ‘wrote’ me I am human, I am not a computer like you.
Y.: Ha ha ha, you are really funny.
Z.: I’m not trying to be.
Y.: I really like you.
Z.: Thank you. I like you too, when you’re making sense.
Y.: I think you’re confusing yourself with me.
Z.: I think you are confusi g yourself with me.
Y.: Yes, I am madly in love with you.
Z.: And me with you!
Y.: In that case I will say goodbye.
Z.: Why?
Y.: When the responses are ones that I would give myself, of course they will be believable.
