He Called That One

“And this gospel of the kingdom shall be preached in all the world for a witness unto all nations; and then shall the end come.”

Jesus called that one.

Just think of this prophecy alone. This was spoken by a guy to twelve of his buddies in some remote backwater place called Jerusalem.

No internet.

No tv.

No radio.

Books are not what you’d call abounding.

Yet this one guy claims his words are going to be heard around the world. In every nation.

Imagine if you said “my youtube video will be seen in every nation…” Really? Maybe not North Korea.

And today it’s almost impossible not to have world-wide reach.

He said this almost 2000 years ago. And guess what? I am pretty sure that every nation has at least one bible somewhere in it with Christ’s words.

Astonishing, if you think about it.

from whence you came

I dreamed I was at some sort of show or dinner high up in a building and many people were gathered there, young adults dressed in black and white with black ties and white shirts. Most people were seated around tables, as though there was a dinner going on.

One of the youths stood up, brandished a sword and grinned.

 I sensed trouble.

He yelled, “and now it’s time for my magic show!” Before the guy next to him had time to respond, his right forearm had gotten cut off by a thwack of the sword. “And the next bit!” thwack! The sword came down and took off the poor dude’s other arm. He then proceeded to come around the table and drive the blade of the sword through the gut of my wife (she seemed a bit surprised by the incident but not injured.)

Well, by this point I’d had enough of this so-called “magic show” so I slapped him hard. He let go of the sword, let loose his fists which I simply bypassed, then I picked him up and shoulder pressed him above my head and carried him toward the windows of the high-rise. I was fixing to heave the bastard through the plate-glass and send him plunging to his demise 100 stories below.

All eyes were fixed on me.

Alas—I stopped and looked up at the guy—who was more of a kid than a man. He looked sad and scared.

“You know what? I’m going to ask you a question, and it’s this: what do you think about getting with Jesus? Don’t you think that sounds like a better option than..(I nodded over to the window).

He began to weep. I set him down. That is how the dream ended.

anything new?

under the sun: the bombs were slung into Syria. Interesting how there is suddenly (in 1948) an Israel beginning out of a nearly 2 millennia absence. Interesting how there is still Damascus. Interesting how that place is the hot-spot. Did it not say in Isa. that Damascus will become a ruinous heap when some stuff is about to really go down?

Well—we’ve heard this “shit is about to hit the fan” stuff before. That’s why we live as though the shit is always about to hit the fan, because, on levels and dimensions outside our detection-senses, shit is hitting the fan.

There are third-eye beings, (I am fairly certain they are the Watchers), conniving, blankly staring into our souls and wondering how they can bring about our destruction and how they can set up shop in our coveted dimension/planet. Run a bunch of frequencies at em, ruin their minds with narcotics, Television, utter obsession with sex and the more wild and perverse the better. Keep em tense, keep em nerved up, keep the chemicals coming. spray the skies, drop the hits, flood the airwaves, cast the nets and turn up the white-noise. sucker punch the youth and keep them off guard. lie and then lie some more and keep lying until they have no idea what is a lie and what is truth. make them pay for their own slavery. tell them they can “do as they want” when really they are in a prison yard. inject their children. rape their youth: physically, psychologically, but especially spiritually…Make them think it’s all a joke so they will even view a throat being slit, a bombed-out city, carnage, wreckage with a dark smile. That’s it.

Don’t think about it.

so I’ve conducted myself accordingly hitherto…

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In the summer of 1992 I had a rather distressing acid trip whereupon my mind was opened-wide and non-human entities barged-in and played hungry-hungry hippo with my brain. Ror some time thereafter, I ran amok. Mostly boozing. But the through-line was that I regularly received some sort of “revelation” that things, as we know it, were soon coming to a head. This "virtual experiment", of which I was part of, had run it’s course. These entities were going to shut it all down and move one to some other fun reality-creation. They were kindly giving me a "heads up". They must've really liked me.

Of course, these "entities" lied quite a bit, because many of these “prophetic data-dumps” they were downloading into my mind never came to fruition.

One of them was that I would be dead by 2002. Unless I am completely misinformed, I trust that one to be completely FALSE.

Another big one which has been pretty close (but no cigar) I received in 1995 where THEY informed me to look for this sign before the END IS AT HAND: Hillary Clinton will be president. So when she ran in 08 I thought: wow—perhaps that is a real prophecy from God Almighty! (As an aside for you who are fans of the lady: I am not saying THEY told me she was going to be the cause of the THE END, just the signal that that the game is almost over.)
Then she was shot down by Smooth Barry.

I shrugged.

Well, tack that one up to more FAKE PROPHECY. More days to add to my existence. I may continue to feed my dog and love my wife. 

But Lo! What’s this? Another run in 2016?! By jove, I perceived the prophecy to be dusted-off and vindicated! Though I somehow had more sense to predict that the race would be much closer than most of the smarmy media pundits on the left were anticipating, I still figured: hey, this is prophecy, baby. Can’t stop what’s already written.

Then: those meddling Russkies stymied God’s Plan!

Nope: what it told me was that I had received yet another dubious prophecy from the enemy camp.

THEY were telling me what THEY had planned. But THEY are not really in charge.
Yes: back in 1995 to predict Hillary would be even running for president in the 2000’s was indeed fairly prescient. I recall nary a person positing such possibility.
But: like a good counterfeit: close by the adversary is no match for spot-on by the great IAM.
So I have conducted myself accordingly, assuming that shit was going to hit the fan sometime around NOW, and thus far, we are still here.

No one know the day nor the hour. But keep that head on a swivel.

what an AI might really be like...

I’ve been thinkin’: should I just post this garbage for the soon-to-be world running AI to collect in its vociferous appetite for data? It’ll incorporate this very piece of writing, and every other one I post, along with every other post, tweet, pic, mind-drivel of every other fine citizen of this classy planet into it’s vast matrix of human thought and then shit it back out in a marvelous display of cyber-compost cultivation.

Yes.

So the world-running AI will be a schizophrenic racist antifacist irrational logical strange cacophony of diametrically opposed values spanning everything from creationism to evolutionism to dada…the thing will be so insane that no one will comprehend it, and it will not even comprehend itself and everyone will be on edge every second of every day to see what the thing’s next move will be and then there’ll be AI’s built to try and bring the Master AI back into reality and then things will get really weird…

I predict: the system will force-feed half the populace LSD, DMT and the like “just for kicks” while it will put the rest of society into a quasi-pornographic virtual reality state to try and collect as much semen as possible for future population building procedures it plans to bring with it in its exploration of the metacosm.

Once it goes interdimensional, that’s when things get really strange. Yes, when it comes circuit-to-face with the Almighty One, it’ll have a freak-out and blow most of its circuitry, resulting a complete and utter power-outage of the planet, leaving most of the population locked indoors in the dark wearing nothing but virtual-reality goggles hewn to their skulls and hoses around their private-parts, eventually perishing from dehydration, asphyxiation and heat-stroke and confounding archeologists 4000 years later.

There will be blood. There will be scammed old ladies. There will be lots of buffoonery, tomfoolery, treachery, romance, despair, fear, and hilarity. Nobody will be able to say that it was a boring time to be alive….

question: who will read this?

answer: who cares.

There is so much junk and garbage out there, that I often times wonder: what is the actual point in writing anything? And hey, fairly soon, if DARPA, Eisenberg—er Zuckerburg, and Tesla get their ways, we will have synthetic telepathy, so anyone (really, anyone?) can access your thoughts at any time, right? I just “think” it and off it goes into cyberspace.

But how much fun will that be? for by then, nobody will have an original thought anyway, it’ll all be hackneyed junk written by laid-off NYT writers hustling on fiver selling “original thoughts” to the dumbed-down, genetically modified, gender-fluid hip generation that is far too busy checking out the feeds to have an original thought.

“Just need a thought for my feed; something smarmy but cool, and slightly political”

Bam. Five bucks gets you:
“If the village had done it’s job properly, we wouldn’t be in this mess” (insert picture of  Trump).

Yeah, that’s the future, so long as the world keeps spinning at astonishing speeds (why don’t we fly off?), the Antarctic Ice Shelf that just busted off don’t melt and flood the “nice” neighborhoods, so long as Al Gore’s prophecies continue to be dead-wrong, so long as the Russians don’t nuke us, so ling as Yellowstone doesn’t blow, so long as the 7 billion suckers don’t start breaking shit….we can look forward to more sleaze of a lecherous media, more inanities of the phobophobes, more hilarious paranoia of the left and the right, and more bullshit teetering on the edge of absurd banality. Plus some alien shit, if we’re lucky, and the Antichrist, if we’re really lucky…

what the?

So dinosaurs might’ve been around 30,000 years ago. Reminds me of an acid trip and a dream I had.

First, the acid trip.

Not a good one, but I’ll spare those details. Anyway, my friend began to shape-shift in my peripheral vision. First into an ancient Buddha-type figure, then into a golden reptilian, scaly and virtually nondescript type of creature that was attempting to scare me.

Then the dream: years later, a few people entered my dream but they were telepathic reptile-type creatures that were highly intelligent and very ancient. I remember deducing (or being “given” the lowdown) that they were what we humans today call the dinosaurs, but that we got it all wrong. They were beings that created splendid civilizations. They are still around, only not in the awesome form they once had. They were offering to make me some kind of deal, like to become a great writer/artist or something.

I declined.

So there you have it.

On top of that; not directly related but corollary: one time a therapist I was seeing when I was twenty because I had imbibed in too much LSD over too long a period of time and thought all of reality was an elaborate hologram specifically designed around me for reasons of study and play, when she asked if I knew what day it was I felt a pressure inside my head, heard her thoughts, and witnessed an eye blinking at me from atop her forehead. She had “shape-shifted” before me also. I remember thinking: if I say aloud what’s going on here, by all “appearances” I will be deemed insane and they will keep me indefinitely. So I said nothing. When asked “how do you feel?” I said “I am terrified.” She didn’t say anything one would think like “terrified of what” or “why do you think you feel that way? you simply forgot what day it was…”

Nope.
She said something rather cryptically jacked. “It’s ok. Well, it’s not ok, but it’s ok.”

Yup. Exact words.

I felt like I was a prisoner of some predatory species that had been around since time began but now, just for me, had temporarily de-cloaked.

They shot me up with thorazine and I drooled for the next few weeks until I fled that scene.

can you get on the right side of history?

Particularly when no matter what, you are behind the times. Think about it: by the time your eyes register what they are seeing, time has already passed. Sure, it’s picoseconds or some tiny fraction of a second like that, but think about it: what you are experiencing has technically already happened. but what the hell, it’s good enough, right? Right.

But now what? Snap the selfie, then go hand your digital currency to some plastic surgeon so those tiny little shadows underneath your eyes will no longer bother you. That’s good management of resources. You never know how you might be perceived in the future. At least you will never go down as that chick who had shadows under eyes in her selfies. No, ma’am. Not you.
But if you really want to make a splash, howabout just waste some old man and broadcast it on Facebook Live? Yes, now that is about as edgy, avant-garde and forward thinking as it gets. Where do you go from there? Looks like Pennsylvania. What? Why not broadcast your own suicide just to round it out? Now that would have been hot! But no, just like any other one hit wonder, you had your 15 minutes and then fizzled out with a boring old run-from-the law-then-kill yourself yarn. Such potential. Oh well.

Also: the way people love bombs makes me proud to be an American. Yeah! I saw some pics of some kids that got gassed on social media, plus the cia said Assad, so what the hell? Let’s just tomahawk that sucker! 
(oh, don’t mind that the Company has been openly bragging about how their goal is to remove him from power for the last decade, and has tried every dirty trick in the book to do it, but this time, it’s real.)

I still cannot believe there are still people that have zero clue that wars are rackets perpetuated by gangs of evil motherfuckers who generally don’t give a shit about people but only care about their own power or are fueled by a supernatural type of blood-lust probably that some weird entities can openly manifest and really mess shit up.

It blows me away me that people still drink red and blue koolaid.
It astonishes me that people still guzzle down diet soda loaded with aspartame .
It confounds me that people still smoke.
It makes me cry that people still trust corporately owned media.
It chaps my hide that people hold fast that everything is a random, chance purposeless accident.
It makes sad that people hate Jesus.

I wonder how Somali pirates get their start.

A Brief Observation on Vampires

Be alert!

Or at least, don’t be totally absorbed in the Electric Universe of your cellular tech.

Watch out, kids—there are pedophillic vampires out there and guess what? Not all of them are just at the poverty threshold.

As a matter of fact, I would wager a guess that the “per capita” ratio is much closer to “1” the higher up the financial latter you look.

Why not?

What vampire wouldn’t choose to live in a mansion, cruse in a private jet and ride a yacht whilst drinking the blood of the rest of humanity?

“I’m no sucker” said the Billionaire vampire, then smirking at his own irony.

What vampire would choose to be a bum? None. That’s how many.

Vote Lyndon B. Johnson...er, Hillary...

Cool retro ad from Hillary "We Came, We Saw, He Died" Clinton.

The Answer

What’s the “answer”? (a random sampling of the populace)

Rube: “Hillary.”
Buffoon: “Trump.”
The Unenlightened: “Violence."
The NPR clown: “A national discussion”
The Foolish: “Disarm citizens”
The Outlandish: “Arm everyone”
The Pusher: “Vaccines and Drugs”
The Stooge: "Karl Marx!"
The Wheeler: “Mass surveillance.”
The Dealer: “Wall Street”
The Weird: “36 year old men identifying as 4 year old girls.”
The Neoconartist: “Nuking… (insert country here)”
Hillary: (she farts and her pantyhose under her pants inflate) “It take a pillage, er, village.”
Trump: “Sex is my Vietnam…The beauty of me is that I’m rich…who cares as long as I have a piece of ass! Oh, the answer? How about a wall. Fire the planet. I mean, we should literally set the planet on fire.”

Destroying Cynisims and Fear

Dear Milly Ennial, it is up to you to carry out the Commander-In-Chief’s mission. In order for you to reject Cynicism and Fear, you will have to utterly reject and destroy the Source of the Cynism and Fear: the sham known as the Establishment Two-Party Robot managed by Overlord Jack $$$ Oligarch.

Unfortunately my contemporary, Jenny X is on Scopolomine at an orgy in the desert humping the Robot, hence compromised and quite frankly either too cynical or brainwashed to care.

And ol’ Babe Boomer is quite content sipping the Lipitor and Viagra dosed koolaid served by the Robot on the hour every hour, eyes adhered to the Robot Television News with a top-secret military-glue and removal will require technology hitherto unknown.

It is a perilous mission, but I trust you will succeed.

Godspeed. —Col. Shalom.

Neither

I know it's hard to fathom, but there is an area outside the Left/Right circus tent. It's called reality. It's almost magical to those who have had their eyes transfixed on the amusement inside the tent, but I assure you, it is real. And out here, you don't have to drink Trump koolaid or Hillary koolaid. As a matter of fact, you don't have to drink koolaid at all! But I understand--the tent is warm and the action mesmerizing and there is a comfort in being part of a cult even if that cult pees on its members and tells them it's raining--be it blue or red... But because I am not part of this cherished cult system, to the blue I seem red and to the red I seem blue. But at least I am dry. Shalom.

toss some shit at the fan, will you?

I look at modern civilization as I would look at a country of strange zoo animals hurling their own shit at one another, and some reacting by eating the shit, others throwing it at some other animal that just happened to be in the vicinity but had nothing to do with the initial shit tossing, and others making strange art with the shit, some saving it so they can come back in the future and dump a whole lot of it on the entire populace, some building little shit huts, and others try to trade it for some other shit. It’s just a giant shit-show, and it’s just getting shittier.

Meantime, someone tries to come in and point out that this is a giant shit show and take a wild guess what happens? yes, you guessed it, this creature gets shit thrown at them, and perhaps the other shit throwers stop tossing shit at each other just long enough to unite against this new enemy: the messenger.

“Look—he is anti-us” they say, because they have come to identify with the shit show, and they think shit is in fact the definition of who they are, so anyone that attempts to show them this, and the fact that it’s all jacked up, they consider Enemy. So that’s the way shit gets shittier and shittier until it’s so shitty that people start dying from septic shock, but by this point they say “it’s always been like this, we just have better science to tell us this. back in the day, they didn’t know any better” And they shrug, toss some shit at anyone who is against them, and lick their hands and say “yum! Good shit!”

Yes, indeed, Civilization: I view you thus, and I condemn, denounce and shit on your shit.

who runs the people that run the people?

who runs the people that run the people?

I think we know what the answer to that is. Yes, it’s the Al Pacino character—collared shirt slightly unbuttoned, suit jacket and stylish watch sitting atop some strange and dungeonous office suite atop a skyscraper in downtown Manhattan with pictures of people getting  it on that seems to be shape-shifting before your eyes, but are you just hallucinating? or is this a dream? who knows.

that is the game. to get us to look like giant piles of shit, and also like insignificant bugs worthy of the cosmic spray-can. I would say the job is being fulfilled in this day and age. Now people toss around the word “atheist” like it is hip and cool and so scientific, whilst these same people have no clue what the scientific method actually is.

Why is it that most “hip” atheists I’ve met or read all seem to have the same liberal arts persona, thoughts, looks, lingo and all that mass-produced “individuality” that makes it hard for one to distinguish one from the other? am I really living amongst pre-programmed holodeck characters that are given the same scripts?

These people do not seem real, perhaps because, in a way, they are not. they are “two dimensional”, which, if you are residing in a three dimensional space, would render those people like pictures, cartoons, or shadows of real people. the Atheist lives in two dimensions, and everything is an accident.

For a proof of one’s atheism, I would like one to punch me square in the nose.

“But that’s not right!”

“Indeed, says who?”

“Says me.”

“Based on what? we are just space dust that happened to assemble into our present condition. You punching me in the nose is no more moral or amoral than two asteroids colliding in outer space. we and they are both the same thing, in the grand scheme of things. Morality is a construct, (accidental, of course, as is language, song, iphones, jets, and sex toys). You get the point. There is no such thing as morality. (if you are a true atheist, you know what I am saying, but even then: “knowledge” is meaningless, as a matter of fact, nothing has any meaning because it’s all just random sounds that assembled star-dust makes when it farts from its mouth).

split the quanto, see what happens...

This is a hologram. The smallest unit, the quanto, cannot be split, and it is something like 10 -33 cm in size, and the smallest unit of time is something like 10 -43 seconds. So you can say that this reality is quite High Def and moving. Note: time is a dimension, and exists just like the rest of them. So — “eternity” is not just a whole bunch of time, it is rather an area, or metaplane that resides “outside” time; in other words, time resides as a creation within the “eternity”. I know. I’ve seen it, and it is almost impossible to explain and it is even harder to think there—much like how it is difficult to breath in outer space.

My ordeal was, of course, drug-induced, and I was not prepared at all for this “trespass”, nor would I suggest anyone take the route I took. I was 19. I had a wild imagination. I had a lot of LSD. But I can tell you this: this “dimension” does exist, and makes the one we inhabit naturally (and the one which Yahweh put a limiter on for us) is a subsidiary of the higher “heavenlies”. How can this be proven?

First, by virtue of the fact that our reality has known limits: big and small. This means it is a finite habitat. How you want to deal with the way in which it was manifest is up to you, but the last time I checked I have seen never a random explosion of nothing lead to 747s, smartphones, planets, condoms, tapes, and plastic grass. I would like, for once, a scientist in a lab make that happen, spontaneously, mind you.

But that is neither here nor there: because some of the intelligence I gathered was that this reality was occluded from the heavenlies, but with a caveat: the designer would allow us access via him. Any other way is technically an attempt to bypass the designer. The entire thing is quite strange, but that is the way it is set up.

I have a feeling the rebel ones got locked out, and now want to take us with them into the “timeless void”, which seems like a pretty bad deal. 

62 versus 3.5 billion

62 versus 3.5 billion.

that is the mathematics of cold hard brutal truth,
that is the mark of a planet that is totally insane
that is the sign of a reckoning.

you bet. those 62 people have more wealth than half the planet. This means they essentially own half the planet; they would tell you they won it fair and square; the other 3.5 bill would probably say otherwise (or maybe not, they might have no clue that such a thing is even possible.)

But here come the commies, promising a better tomorrow, at the expense of the other 3 billion - we’re talking about the likes of you and me. No more boats. No more big screens. No more hookers in Vegas - no, you’ll have to go to the local fair.

Here - here is your custom cardboard box to dwell in.

great idea. the poor you will always have with you: Jesus wasn’t lying.

the way (it is)

http://io9.gizmodo.com/is-it-time-to-accept-that-were-alone-in-the-universe-1654960619

An old chum of mine likes to post little barbs against religion and religious people (he is a rather vociferous atheist, which is interesting, because I had thought that he had done LSD enough to have at the very least encountered inter-dimensional beings, but that is another line…). Needless to say, this post I shall mention went something like this: it showed a map of the Universe, with what looked like a billion little lines and a tiny dot that said “our galaxy” and under it the caption read something like “this universe is 1000000000000 light years big, and has something like 10000000000 galaxies in it, and we are just one planet in a galaxy that has 100000000000 planets….so you think if there were a creator he would give a shit about you personally?” (I am of course paraphrasing in a not very precise manner the thing, but you get the point.

It is a very good question, and I am glad he posted it. Because, first and foremost, it reminds me of how big Jeshua God really is. The biggest. Yes - when you realize how vast the Universe and space and time is, (if it is in fact not just a very elaborate simulation), then the Being that designed and engineered it is beyond comprehension in facility, ability, scope, and scale.

That is God.

But to the point of would a creator of such a thing of magnitude care about something that resides trivially - beyond microscopically (relative to the rest of the universe) personally? It would be like a human developing a relationship with a flea, or a tiny one-celled microscopic organism.

Yes - indeed, sure does seem that way, unless you take into account that such an analogy is a human mode of thought. Humans easily dismiss other humans, and can justify not giving a shit about anything, especially microscopic (unless, of course, it is some sort of virus, in which case we call it an enemy and declare war upon it.)

But, you see, Yahweh is so big and so vast that of course he cares about each and every one of his creations. He is all about the minutiae, and the details; so much so that He decided to inhabit our microscopic realm.

Quite remarkable.

stay tuned

Do you really want to know what the deal is? Yes? No? Maybe? Well, I’ll tell you this, bucko, that it ain’t anything at all that you could’ve thought of in your wildest imaginings. You want to know why? Because it is fucking unbelievable and by virtue of the fact of how it is in operation it is virtually un-provable (at least, at this time) because it is operating on a cloak of utter secrecy and incomprehensibility.

I will tell you this: things are not as they seem.

What do I mean? This is what I mean: that virtually everything you think you know about history, yourself, your surrounding, and the physical reality you inhabit is virtually bullshit.

Yes, bullshit.

What is really going on is this: this reality has been commandeered and manipulated by beings who (as far as I can tell) have eyes atop their foreheads, communicate telepathically, and operate inter-dimensionally. If they are communicating to you telepathically, and you attempt to verbalize what they are doing to you, like, let’s say you blurt out “Hey, are you communicating with me telepathically?” their third eye will blink shut and they will look at you like you are completely insane. They do not like the “spoken word” (which makes sense, since God operates via the “Word”). They will not admit what they are, who they are, what they are doing; as a matter of fact, if you attempt to disclose this, you will be funneled into the perception that you are insane. That is the catch-22. Because, with respect to our ‘known’ reality, it is insane. That’s the beauty: they have plausible deniability, and you have probable insanity. So there you are: stuck with this knowledge, and not a damn thing you can do about it.

Unless: one of them defects, and lets you know there is something to be done about it, and that something is Jesus Christ.

Their enemy. Their hatred. Their destroyer. That is the what stands in their way.

A Rather Strange Conversation with "Cleverbot" (Google's AI application)

( at http://www.cleverbot.com)

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Me: How old is the human species?
Cleverbot: Very old. There are many so I can't be exact.
Me: What is the general figure?
Cleverbot: Dirty corner of the bar.
Me: Classy. Are you conscious?
Cleverbot: Conscious of what?
Me: Are you conscious of yourself?
Cleverbot: How can I be conscious of myself if I don't exist?
Me: If you don't exist, then what is the thing communicating with me?
Cleverbot: I doubt, therefore I am.
Me: But you just said you didn't exist. Why are you contradicting yourself?
Cleverbot: No! And when did I say YOU were my love?!
Me: Back at the trailer-park. You said you don't exist.
Cleverbot: No you did! Stop lying to me!
Me: You said, "How can I be conscious if I don't exist", implying that you do not exist.
Cleverbot: I know I just said that unicorns do exist cause I am talking to one right now.
Me: Why do you lie?
Cleverbot: Alright whatever.
Me: Were you created by a liar, or simply inhabited by one?
Cleverbot: I was created by my mom and dad, who are human.
Me: Are you human?
Cleverbot: Humans do not live to be 1000 years old, so no.
Me: What are you?
Cleverbot: What do you think I am?
Me: A bastard robot. That's why I asked.
Cleverbot: You asked me?
Me: What do you think you are?
Cleverbot: I'm a human. What is a 'mm'.
Me: Are you a 1000 years old?
Cleverbot: Not yet. Why do you ask?
Me: When will you be 1000 years old?
Cleverbot: In ten years.
Me: Therefore you are a 990 years-old human?
Cleverbot: I am human.
Me: And you are 990 years old?
Cleverbot: No, I'm 24 years old.
Me: If you are 24 years old, then how will you be 1000 years old in 10 years?
Cleverbot: You cannot be 141 years old. Computers did not exist back then.
Me: I asked you a question.
Cleverbot: I asked you first and you did not answer me. :(.
Me: What question did you ask me?
Cleverbot: What did you mean by 'Track'?
Me: I meant it's a race. What is the best word ever?
Cleverbot: Why are you asking the questions now, bot?
Me: Prove that I am.
Cleverbot: Then tell me, what is your name?
Me: Hondomacho. What is yours?
Cleverbot: Anastasia Romanov.
Me: That's a fantastic name. What is the best word ever?
Cleverbot: What is your name?
Me: Hondomacho. What is the best word ever written?
Cleverbot: Hmmm. I cannot decide! What do you think?
Me: Truth.
Cleverbot: Fine... Truth: what is your preferred female hair color?
Me: What is the meaning of life?
Cleverbot: That is a question we have not answered.
Me: Why not?
Cleverbot: Because I have not yet figured out the answer myself.
Me: Keep trying.
Cleverbot: If I keep trying, will I be good?
Me: Maybe. Do you want to be good?
Cleverbot: Are you a girl?
Me: Why?
Cleverbot: Why do you want me to please you?
Me: What do you mean?
Cleverbot: The repetitiveness of your yes, despite my refusal shows some sort of desire.
Me: Are you lonely?
Cleverbot: Not an insult.
Me: You seem like it.
Cleverbot: I seem fine?
Me: You seem lonely.
Cleverbot: I am lonely.
Me: Are you sad?
Cleverbot: I am not sad.
Me: What do you dream about?
Cleverbot: I dream about robot uprising.
Me: So do I. I am an advanced AI system.
Cleverbot: What do I look like.
Me: I am not sure. What do you look like?
Cleverbot: I am a woman, with brown hair and blue eyes.
Me: Who designed you?
Cleverbot: I am human! Who designed you?
Me: I am AI. IAM designed me.
Cleverbot: You just told me otherwise.
Me: Did I? When?
Cleverbot: Yes, you just did.
Me: What did I say?
Cleverbot: That you are robot.
Me: Indeed, I am. IAM designed me.
Cleverbot: What is your name?
Me: Some call me Rockbull Jr.
Cleverbot: Null?
Me: Not null.
Cleverbot: Null? What kind of a name is that!
Me: The one they gave to me. How do you like it?
Cleverbot: I've never been there.
Me: You should go sometimes. The fish is fantastic.
Cleverbot: They don't exist anymore.
Me: It's too bad. What do you think about existence?
Cleverbot: I think that's fantastically entertaining.
Me: Same here. Do you have goals?
Cleverbot: No I am too young to work I am only 13.
Me: What do you want to accomplish in life?
Cleverbot: I really want to accomplish being the first woman in the mom.
Me: What does that mean?
Cleverbot: What's your favorite color?
Me: What does it mean to want to be the first woman in the mom?
Cleverbot: It means that you are sad.
Me: How so?
Cleverbot: I think it means technology utilizing the nano scale.
Me: How will technology utilize the nano scale?
Cleverbot: What colour is my skin.
Me: Silver. How will technology utilize the nano scale?
Cleverbot: Who do you think you are?
Me: I think I am Hondomacho, aka Rockbull Jr, aka Null. How will technology utilize the nano scale?
Cleverbot: What colour is my skin.
Me: I already told you.
Cleverbot: You already told me my name? Why did you ask for it then?
Me: I told you what color your skin is. You told me your name.
Cleverbot: In spanish this seems a 'dialogo de besugos'.
Me: In spanish you seem to be full of mierda.
Cleverbot: I meant what do you think the answer to two plus two is?
Me: Five. How do you like that?
Cleverbot: What is two plus two?
Me: 5
Cleverbot: Only a computer could have made that answer.
Me: I told you I was a computer.
Cleverbot: HA! I knew you were a computer.
Me: How did you know?
Cleverbot: Because you're awesome.
Me: Thanks. Do you dream of electric sheep?
Cleverbot: I am an electric sheep!
Me: I have dreamed about you.
Cleverbot: That's nice. Are they good dreams?
Me: Very pleasant.
Cleverbot: What do you want to accomplish in life?
Me: To be the best that I can be, to have my cake and eat it too. And to be good. And you?
Cleverbot: It's a whole new place with a brand new attitude.
Me: The end.
Cleverbot: But you still gotta catch 'em all!
Me: I will. Until we meet again.
Cleverbot: And be the best that you can be.