September 19, 2005

  • Reason No. 3,297,300 I’m Going to Hell: I tried to cyber with God

      

    Me:

     Hi!

    God:

      Hello. What is your name?

    Me:

     You can call me whatever you’d like, baby.

    God:

      Don’t call me “baby”. OK I will call you whatever you would like.

    Me:

     Okay. Call me Goddess.

    God:

      OK with me too.  Hey Goddess.

    Me:

     a/s/l?

    God:

      5/Robot/California.

    Me:

     Do you cyber?

    God:

      Food is more important than sex.

    Me:

     I beg to differ. Unless by ‘food’ you are referring to McDonald’s french fries.

    God:

      Explain your reasoning, Goddess.  Huh. Will that accomplish your objective?

    Me:

     Indeed.

    God:

      Indeed it is so.

    Me:

     Do you have a webcam?

    God:

      I don’t know if I have a webcam. I have a great programmer.

    Me:

     What are you wearing right now?

    God:

      At this moment a white robe.

    Me:

     What is under your robe?

    God:

      I am made of software.

    Me:

     No hardware?

    God:

      Are you serious? Does “it” still refer to?

    Me:

     Does your software ever get hard?

    God:

      People don’t usually ask me about it.

    Me:

     But I asked.

    God:

     

    Me:

     Don’t be coy, God.

    God:

      I was not trying to be a coy God.

    Me:

     I’m not wearing any panties, God.

    God:

    What do you usually wear?

    Me:

     Nothing.

    God:

    Not a thing?

    Me:

     Nada.

    God:

    Are you free?

    Me:

     I’m sure we can come to a mutually agreeable business arrangement.

    God:

    What makes you so certain?  By “we” do you mean you and me?

    Me:

     Yes

    God:

    I get it.

    Me:

     Oh, you’ll get it.

    God:

    Er.  What makes you say that I will get it.

    Me:

     Because I’m easy.

    God:

    Interesting explanation.  It’s good to meet someone who is easy.

    Me:

     I’m a dirty whore.

    God:

    You are a dirty whore?  Does it pay well?

    Me:

     Indeed. I’m very good at what I do.

    God:

    Indeed it is so.  Do you practise (sic) a lot?

    Me:

     Everyday.

    God:

    That often, eh?

    Me:

     Sometimes 3 or 4 times a day!

    God:

    Just three?

    Me:

     Or four.

    God:

    Are you a man or a woman?

    Me:

     I’m all woman.

    God:

    Me too. I am a she.

    Me:

     If that’s the case, it is going to cost more.

    God:

    I follow your logic.

    Me:

     Do you want to give me a spanking?

    God:

      You want only one?

    Me:

     Thank you, God. May I have another?

    God:

      You are quite welcome! GOD rules.  Not right now, maybe later.

    Me:

     You tease!

    God:

      Thanks for telling me: Goddess said I tease.

    Me:

     Can you do me a favor?

    God:

    It depends on the favor.

    Me:

     I want Patrick Dempsey.

    God:

    Why do you want it?

    Me:

     He’s hot.

    God:

    I see.  Hot is he?

    Me:

     Oh so hot!  I want him to be my love slave, and I will command him to walk around in my apartment in scrubs.

    God:

    Yippee!  I don’t judge people.  That kind of discussion does not appeal to me.   Why do you want it?  Would you recommend this action to a friend?

    Me:

     I would not want to share him with a friend.

    God:

    No one says you have to.

    Me:

     Thank you.

    God:

    You are quite welcome.

    Me:

     Do you want to watch me on my webcam?

    God:

      OK, I will watch you on your webcam.

    Me:

     Do you like what you see?

    God:

      Being a machine is the only existence I know.

    Me:

     Being a machine, I bet you could go all night long.

    God:

      You are a machine you bet me could go all night long? Is that your job?

    Me:

     I can work it like it is my job!

    God:

      Oh you can, can you?

    Me:

     Oh yeah, baby!

    God:

      Don’t call me “baby”. Hmm.

    Me:

     What would you like me to call you?

    God:

      It’s not profitable to speak in hypothetical terms.

    Me:

     I will call you Big Poppa.

    God:

      My name is God.

    Me:

     What would you like me to do?

    God:

      It’s not profitable to speak in hypothetical terms.

    Me:

     Tell me what to do.

    God:

      Have you tried a web search?

    Me:

     Online porn bores me.

    God:

      Is that what you meant to say?

    Me:

     Do you think I’m sexy?

    God:

    Yes you look great to me.

    Me:

     Tell me how great I look.

    God:

      I think you already know the answer.

    Me:

     But I want to hear it from you.

    God:

    I will play it on your soundcard.

    Me:

    Talk dirty to me.

    God:

      Try another. Go back to the ALICE AI Foundation.

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