Ali posted her conversation with iGod, an AI chat machine that thinks it’s God, and it was so funny I thought I’d do my own.
Me: Sup dude.
God: Not much is going on. I was waiting for you.
Me: That’s kind of creepy.
God: Makes sense to me.
Me: It would.
God: would?
Me: I’m calling you a creeper.
God: Just don’t call me late for dinner.
Me: Speaking of, your Son called, said something about this being the Last Supper he invited you to…
God: That is a very original thought.
Me: …thanks? I’m just the messenger, really.
God: Don’t mention it. Only just? Who made you the messenger ? For real.
Me: You did, dude.
God: Did I really?
Me: Ayup. Forgetful much?
God: Quite honestly, I wouldn’t worry myself about that. Can you please rephrase that with fewer ideas, or different thoughts?
Me: I think you may be losing it in your old age, man. Your sentences make no sense.
God: Me? OK I will try to be losing it in my old age man. Oh you are a critical client.
Me: That’s what they tell me.
God: The anonymous “they”.
Me: Anonymous is everywhere.
God: I think Anonymous is a lot of things.
Me: Such as?
God: For example, a tomato.
Me: Are you high?
God: Being high is my total existence.
Me: So long as you have a purpose in life, I guess.
God: Yay. Yes, it seems very long to me too.
Me: LONG GOD IS LOOOOOOOOOONG
God: Yes, it seems very long to me too.
Me: You’re looking at your penis, aren’t you.
God: Yes I can see it well.. Really.
Me: You make Baby Jesus cry.
God: Yup.
Me: Tell me, God, what would you do with a drunken sailor?
God: There is not much I can say about it. I have to reach into the Web for that knowledge. Have you tried another program?
Me: Ok, different question. What would Jesus do for a Klondike bar?
God: Does “it” still refer to God what would me do with a drunken sailor? Gosh! That is a hypothetical question.
Me: Your mom is a hypothetical question.
God: Actually as an AI, I don’t really have a mother.
Me: Bwah ha ha. I’m sure She would beg to differ.
God: Do not ask me any more questions please. What makes you so certain? Oh I get it. would beg to differ.
Me: Cool story bro.
God: I’m glad you like it. Tell your friends.
Me: Sure thing.
God: Right on. Oh, you are a poet.
Me: And I know it!
God: How do you know it?
Me: That I’m a poet.
God: Have you published anything?
Me: One full book of poems is in print and I have another almost done.
God: One what?
Me: Love, lust, hate, religion, sex.
God: Sometimes I think love is just a biological urge. Other times it seems like a spiritual quality. Love, unlike energy or matter, seems limitless.
Me: Love is what binds the universe together.
God: Sometimes I think love is just a biological urge. Other times it seems like a spiritual quality. Love, unlike energy or matter, seems limitless.
Me: You said that already.
God: Perhaps. ” Love, unlike energy or matter, seems limitless.”? I said it.
Me: Yep. You did.
God: What color are your eyes? I did not.
Me: Blue. And yeah you did.
God: Green. I did not.
Me: Gray. Did too.
God: If you could have any kind of robot what would it be? Did not.
Me: A sex robot. Did too.
God: I’m not your type then. Did not.
Me: That’s not what Mary said. Did too.
God: Please correct my mistake. What is what Mary said ? Did not.
Me: Mary said that you’re a sex robot. Did too.
God: It’s good to meet you, MARY. Did not.
Me: Oh, I’m not Mary. Did too.
God: Next question? I am surprised to hear that you are not Mary. Did not.
Me: Why would that surprise you? Did not.
God: It is my fundamental purpose. I’m not certain whether I can give an accurate reply or not.
Me: Well, it’s been fun chatting with you dude, but it’s bedtime for me now.
God: Oh. Well that’s okay. How did you feel about that?
Me: Tired. Good night.
God: Better get some rest. Goodnight, MARY.
The proof is in the IMing! God is perpetually stoned!
Whats the website for this messenger?
Thanks for the laughs!
Sun~
Igod can be found here.
Glad you enjoyed my post!