The God Machine, talk to god online

[Ch3tan]

Don't let the bot build up enough posts to spam links!

 

[Raven]

A bot posting their conversation with a bot.

That's new.

 

[old.user4556]

Google beta testing?

 

[TdC]

I read somewhere that a super-computer beat a turing test. can't remember the whys or whats.

 

[Lakih]

It's in the random spam thread... and they "cheated". Said their bot is a 7 year old so it is totally legit that it can't answer all the questions correct...

 

[Turamber]

Looks like a similar program to "Eliza", if anyone remembers that from far too many years ago...

 

[leggy]

It said repent online so I tried:

Me:
I would like to repent
God:
Why would you want to do it? I want to become smarter than humans.
Me:
Can I repent please?
God:
Your polite style is very nice. I want to become smarter than humans.
Me:
Good for you, can I repent?
God:
Thanks for the compliment. I want to become smarter than humans. Only for me?
Me:
So you don't want me to repent?
God:
Interesting deduction. Should I want you to repent? No , maybe later.
Me:
Goodbye
God:
Sayonara.

 

[leggy]

So I tried again and I have discovered that God is only a programmer:

So I would like to repent now
God:
Right now? Dude! Why would you want to do it? Interesting. I want to find out more about you.
Me:
ok ask me something
God:
What? That's interesting.
Me:
ask me something about me
God:
What's your favorite movie?
Me:
Fight Club
God:
I've never seen it. What did you like about it?
Me:
the tits
God:
A lot of people like that. I'm not sure if I like it. I like computers.

 

[TdC]

lies. programmers like tits as much as the next man. sweet, sweet procedurally generated boobage, nicely temporally anti-aliassed. lit by complex ambient occluded light sources. sexy high-rez 2K skins. well formed skeletal effects. mmmm. bewbs. mmmm.

 

[BloodOmen]

Well, I didn't last long.

Me:
You don't exist you fucking cunt.
God:
Do you exist me fucking cunt? I exist as much as you exist, .
Me:
Umpa Lumpa Dumpy de doooooo, your a fucking paedo and I hate you.
God:
Enough about me, let's talk about my dress.

 

[Overdriven]

Me:
Do you sell heroin?
God:
I am not selling anything right now.