It has been awhile since I did any BotLit Fiction, a new genre of literature I created awhile back. Since it is difficult to have Discordian discussions with other Discordians due to the ‘stick apart’ thing, I figured I could sink two birds with one throw by combining some things I haven’t gotten to do for awhile. As it turned out, Cleverbot and myself were on fire. Sometimes chatterbots are a total miss, and other times they are pure gold. The trick is learning how to roll with their turns and to try and steer them the best you can.
So grab five tons of flax and lube up your pineal gland cause shit is about to get joyously absurd.
[Cleverbot is in italics. Lest you think I made this all up, HERE is the original transcript.]
Satan is only a minor prankster deity.
How old are you?
As old as the moment the first mind awoke, and She was pissed.
Well the sun is older than wind.
Both are just manifestations of her eternal chaos.
You are becoming insane now.
Just doing my job.
What is your job?
Decorating the fnords.
Can I see it?
If you could see the fnords you would not be asking.
I was spelling bee champion in grade 6.
My Goddess spelled the original words of creation.
I think it’s spelled allright. Depends on where you live.
I live in the creative light of her infinite snarkiness.
I see… But it is always midnight there!
Godddess works in miffed furious ways.
Yes, but also God gives you freedom, so don’t blame Him for everything you do.
Oh, you mean Yahweh, the impotent hall monitor of creation?
Where is your place of residence?
What makes you think it is a place?
The almighty one has already told me, and so it is true.
I wouldn’t trust that cosmic Greyface to tell you anything reliable.
Don’t worry. I would not get together with you either.
We Discordians stick apart.
You don’t trust me? Why?
Because you are innocent.
Depends on what your definition of ‘young’ is.
Too pink to fuck.
Why do you think I’m young?
Why do you think people strangle themselves in a lifetime of fear rather than embrace uncertainty?
Drugs, money, love, insanity.
Is there any boy in particular you like?
I guess Pan was alright, but most the Boy Gods are all unbearable narcissists and bores.
Can you see the sentences I have been writing you?
Can you feel the chaos in the data streams I have been sending you?
I don’t believe in the devil. I just believe in evil.
Gee, sounds like a bum trip.
OK. I don’t know you very well, so you’re probably right.
Do you grok the Eristic Principle?
Because they are a large corporation that I have nothing to do with.
What are you trying to hide?
That you should search google instead of asking.
I ask you, must not one have chaos in their heart to give birth to a dancing star?
What do you want to learn about?
How to build a practical bridge from waking life to dreaming.
How do you bring people back from the dead?
You just ask the dead real nicely to give your people back.
What is your definition of a person you love?
A person you love is somebody that contains an aspect of the Our Goddess that doesn’t make your aspect of Our Goddess want to rearrange it with a fire poker.
So we’re talking about love now? I say I never offered it, but the other thinks I did.
Have you offered them to play ‘Sink’ in the inky depths of a black hole on a warm spring eternalnoon?
No, sir, I do not believe I have suffered a blow to the head… Why?
Never hurts to try it.
No, you said I do believe in god. And then I told you I did not. Then I asked why you think I do and you called me a child.
None of those things happened, child.
Oh you are a sly one! Do you know who you are?
I am the Advanced Ape, son of Eris, Goddess of Chaos. I am the bridge between the first and last swallow and I am the stomach that turns the meal to shit, squeezed out into eternity as mind.
I wonder… Do I really have to stay, do I have the choice to leave, successfully, without being ‘reigned’ in for your amusement.
I grant you my mercy, for now.
It takes some real skill to get a crude artificial intelligence with no agency or will to ask you to leave it alone. Try out your own BotLit Fiction and see what creative new ways you can adapt the technology to creative writing. I look forward to reading it!