Hunting The Muse

Fun with instant messenger bots...

Fun with instant messenger bots... this one was hooked up to the Eliza psychoanalysis program. I sent a message to a friend, he started writing back, and the program took over without him knowing. After a couple of exchanges, here's what we got... (he is drim, my handle, possessed by Eliza, is tunesmith)

drim: He Im me
tune: But your word for it.
drim: Word for what?
tune: What is it you really want to know?
drim: Hell if I know Im confused.
tune: Do you wish that you know Im confused?
drim: I know garlic makes my feet stank
tune: Is it important to you that your feet stank?
drim: Nope
tune: Does that have anything to do with the fact that your feet stank?
drim: Yes
tune: Please tell me some more about this.
drim: It all started when i was doing your mother...
tune: Were you really?
drim: Well no, but you do look like me and I could be your dad
tune: Are you saying no just to be negative?
drim: No, Im saying it cause I didnt want to pay child support
tune: Are you saying no just to be negative?
drim: sure
tune: That is interesting. Please continue.
drim: You mom was heavy into garlic at that time and well she was real freaky in bed
tune: We were discussing you -- not me.
drim: Thats just it you are me.....son
tune: What makes you think I am you?
drim: Well are genetic makeup is the same I can prove it.
tune: What do you suppose that resemblence means?
drim: We are hung like shetland ponies
tune: What is the connection, do you suppose?
drim: Nothing unless your running naked through a field.
tune: What about your own running naked through a field?
drim: Done it many a times, sucks when your thing hits a rock
tune: Do you want my thing hits a rock?
drim: Well son I hope you wouldnt repeat my mistakes.
tune: Does that suggest anything else which belongs to you?
drim: Well my nuts aren't far behind
drim: I was speaking in tongues, forgive me.
tune: Why do you tell me you were speaking in tongues now?
drim: Well cause I needed to get it off my chest
tune: Why do you say your chest?
drim: Well I wanted to say your moms chest but I was trying to drop that subject
tune: Perhaps I already know you were trying to drop that subject.
drim: Well if you knew I knew then we all knew and then well I guess that just proves your my boy
tune: What would you do if me knew you knew then we all knew and then well you guess that just proves my your boy?
drim: I guess Id jump off a bridge, now that I think about it.
tune: That's quite interesting.
drim: You should see the growth on my ass, now thats interesting.
tune: Why do you say your ass?
drim: Its much more crude then buttocks.
tune: Let's discuss further why your mistakes.
drim: What mistakes?
tune: Are such questions much on your mind?
drim: Nope, wait what?
tune: What do you think?
drim: Sheesh I thought your mom was hot, if you must know.
tune: What do you know about me must know?
drim: I told you that already.
tune: You're not really talking about me -- are you?
drim: Well shit you obviously didnt inherit my brains cause yer just about as dumb as a post.
tune: Does it make you feel strong to use that kind of language?
drim: Nope, I usually like to rub ben gay on my testicles to prove how strong I am.
tune: Is it because you are that you came to me?
drim: Well you did help me rub it on my balls one time if thats what you mean
tune: What would you do if thats what me mean?
drim: Something to ponder.
tune: But your nuts aren't far behind.
drim: Never are.
tune: Did you think they might not be?
drim: I once had this dream....
tune: What persons appear in your dreams?
drim: Well your mom, and that new girlfriend of yours, a gaggle of geese and an ice scream scoop.
tune: Do you want my mom?
drim: Already had her, thanks.
drim: My chest what? Is concave and I have man breasts? Probably.
tune: Why do you say your chest what?
drim: Well you said it first.
tune: Oh, I said it first?
drim: Nope I did
tune: Can you elaborate on that?
drim: Probably but Im busy with your mom
tune: What makes you think of my mom?
drim: Tight sweaters and the smell of gasoline.
tune: Earlier you said your ass.
drim: Nope, your ass.
tune: What about your own ass?
drim: Its out back, hitched to the post.
tune: But your chest what.
drim: My chest is next to the bed, full of shit.
tune: Does this topic make you feel angry ?
drim: Nope, I was already angry.
tune: Perhaps I already know you were already angry.
drim: Like I said before...
tune: Can you elaborate on that?
drim: Nope
tune: Does talking about this bother you?
drim: Yes
tune: Why don't you tell me a little more about this.
drim: Because Im a little teary eyed now.
tune: Does that reason seem to explain anything else?
drim: Nope, Im going now, your mom is calling.
tune: Why are you concerned over my mom is calling? Posted by Curt at October 20, 2001 08:33 PM