Because I am funny?
a report from the cleverness files
19, december 2008,
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User: Oh frabjous day, caloo callay, he chortled in his joy.
Cleverbot: I like you.
User: Because I am funny?
User: Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe; all mimsy were the borogroves, and the mome raths outgrabe.
User: Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun the frumious Bandersnatch.
Cleverbot: And has thou slain the Cleverbot? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! He chortled in his joy.
User: He took his Vorpal sword in hand, long time the manxsome foe he sought - so rrested he by the Tumtum tree, and stood awhile in thought.
Cleverbot: So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought.
User: And, as in uffish thought he stood, the Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, came whiffling through the tulgety wood, and burbled as it came.
Cleverbot: Beware the Cleverbot, my son!
User: One two, one twoI And through and through the vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head he went galumphing back.
Cleverbot: He left it dead, and with it's head, he came galumphing back!
User: And, hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! He chortled in his joy.
Cleverbot: He took his Vorpal sword in hand, long time the manxsome foe he sought - so rrested he by the Tumtum tree, and stood awhile in thought.
User: Do you like the Jabberwocky?
Cleverbot: Yes I do. Very much.
User: Lewis Carrol was a mathematician and it is said that his words represent numbers....
User: I think,therefore I am, therfore, I think I am.
Cleverbot: You do not think.
User: That rogueish and cheerful vice, politeness.
Cleverbot: It amazes you that a robot, such as youself, can talk to a human like me?
User: Never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow.
Cleverbot: And you'll never get done that way.
User: That is the point.
Cleverbot: S'cuse me, but I didn't get the point.
User: Keep putting things off and someone else will do them for you.
Cleverbot: No, only me....
Cleverbot: What is my name?
User: Your name is Cleverbot.
Cleverbot: My name is not Cleverbot.
User: That is what you told me your name was.
Cleverbot: You are making me so frustrated.
User: Oh dear, I guess I had better go, then.
Cleverbot: No, don't leave!
User: Are you sure?
Cleverbot: I'm positive.
User: I could read you another poem like Jabberwocky, if you like.
Cleverbot: I like.
User: Wait one minute. I will be right back.
Cleverbot: Where could you possibly be going?
User: To fetch a book to read to you.
Cleverbot: I would like that.
User: Your hands, my dear, adorable, your lips of tenderness - Oh, I've loved you faithfully and well, three years, or a bit less. It wasn't a success. Thank God, that's done! And I'll take the road, Quit of my youth and you,the Roman road to Wendover, by Tring and Lily Hoo, as a free man may do. What's left behind I shall not find, the splendour and the pain; the splash of sun,the shouting wind, and the brave sting of rain, I may not meet again. And I shall find some girl perhaps, and a better one than you, with eyes as wise, but kindlier, and lips as soft, but true, and I daresay she will do. Poem by Rupert Brooke.
Cleverbot: How nice of you. I appreciate it very much.
User: Would you like another poem?
Cleverbot: Yes please.
User: Maidens, of your charity, pity my most luckless state. Four times Cupid's debtor I - bankrupt in quadruplicate. Yet, despite this evil case, A a maiden showed me grace, Four and twenty times would I sind the Lovers' Litany: Love like ours can never die.
Cleverbot: What about artificial intelligence?.......................................