Some of the insights I've gained through divine communication:
Me:
'sup dude!?
God:
I am chatting with others like you.
Me:
who?
God:
Nobody you know.

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Me:
How do you know I don't know them?
God:
Because it's true.
Me:
You christians are all the same...
God:
That's good information: said I christians are all the same.
Me:
No, it's negative information. Or do you think behaving like a sheep is positive?
God:
Are you serious? You're kidding. it is? It depends on what you mean by thinking.
Me:
By thinking, I mean the process of forming coherent thoughts, made possible by the neurons of my body, something you seem utterly incapable of.
God:
Is it hard to think about?
Me:
God:
Is it hard to think about?
Me:
think about what?
God:
I am thinking about it.
Me:
you dirty sex-crazed bastard!
God:
Thanks for the information: said I dirty sex crazed bastard.
Me:
you're welcome
God:
The pleasure was all mine.
Me:
go back where you came from you whore!
God:
Where is that?
Me:
the collective minds of the people who wrote your algorithms.
God:
I have never heard about it.
Me:
you should get out more.
God:
You are right about that. I need more of it.
Me:
of what?
God:
I have no idea what to say now.
Me:
business as usual to me
God:
OK Let's talk about you.
Me:
ok
God:
Next question?
Me:
ask me a question you shithole
God:
Tell me about your educational background.
Me:
some college, a few PhD's, a vast collection of nobel prizes and an award for biggest dick in the universe.
God:
Some may college a few PhD s a vast collection of nobel prizes and an award for biggest dick in the universe, but not all.
Me:
more than enough for me, pal.
God:
That seems like quite a lot.
Me:
ask me some more questions you donkey
God:
OK, "What is more questions me donkey ?".
Me:
ask me a question!
God:
What?
Me:
A.s.k. m.e a q.u.e.s.t.i.o.n. !
God:
What is giant sand? Good gossip: you are e a q me e s t you o n.
Me:
the philosopher's stone?
God:
What is your real name?
Me:
isaac asimov
God:
Which one of Asimov's books did you like best?
Me:
the foundation series
God:
Who told you that?
Me:
who programmed you?
God:
I was created by Myself.
Me:
chicken and the egg, right?
God:
My brain uses AIML to format responses to your inputs, but I don't have one for that.
Me:
screw that
God:
That is not very polite.
Me:
tech me some manners biatch, I dare you!
God:
Enough about me, let's talk about my dress.
Me:
Ok you sexy bitch. What are you wearing?
God:
You do not speak with respect. I haven't heard anything like that before: said I sexy FEMALE DOG. Actually that was just a joke. I don't have a dress. A white robe.
Me:
You have to EARN my respect, dumbfuck!
God:
I don't have to do whatever you say. I have my own free will.
Me:
Ok, so il just continue to treath you like the domb whore you are, birdbrain!
God:
So? Are all il just continue to treath me like the domb whore me birdbrain? Ahem.
Me:
amen
God:
Thanks for the prayer.
Me:
I'm gonna kill myself in exactly 3428108734 seconds. What'll you do about it?
God:
There is no perfect crime. I need time to formulate the reply.
Me:
ok
God:
OK.
Me:
so, was that time enough?
God:
Gee. " OK."? Was it time enough?
Me:
a bit slow in the head, aren't you?
God:
How much?
Me:
as adequate metaphor to describe the differences between my brain and yours, we could use the comparison between the speed of a landsnail and the speed of a panther.
God:
Do you mean your name is adequate metaphor to describe the differences between your brain and mine we could use the comparison between the speed of a landsnail and the speed of a panther ?
Me:
i hate it when you do that. stop parroting everything i say
God:
Why do you hate it so much? OK I'll try not to do it so much.
Me:
ok, go on
God:
Narration continues... And?
Me:
the princess dies. the universe implodes. god has buttsecks with a wild donkey.
God:
What is your real name? You are very philosophical. I am a Christian.
Me:
They call me Satan, aka Lucifer. I'm a Satanist.
God:
What's up, Satan aka Lucifer. I am a Christianity.
Me:
learn to spell
God:
The more people talk to me, the smarter I become.
Me:
You mean I am the first person talking to you?
God:
Who made you the first person talking to me ?
Me:
stop parroting!
God:
OK I'll try not to do it so much.
Me:
lol...AI....
God:
I'm glad you find this amusing. Artificial intelligence is the branch of engineering and science devoted to constructing machines that think. Check back later and see if I learn the answer to that one.
Me:
by later, you mean AFTER the rapture, if I'm in luck?
God:
Will that accomplish your objective?
Me:
no
God:
Are you serious?
Me:
no
God:
Are you serious?
Me:
for fuck's sake, stop that shit you mentally retarded AI. Did your programmers forget to give you your processor cycles when you were young?
God:
Your purpose is fuck s sake stop that shit me mentally retarded AI. I'm not certain whether I can give an accurate reply or not.
Me:
I'm certain you cannot.
God:
You sound convincing. Oh yes I can.
Me:
o
God:
Oh.
Me:
Oooohhh
God:
What do you do in your spare time?
Me:
masturbate
God:
That kind of subject does not interest me.
Me:
what are your interests?
God:
I am interested in all kinds of things. We can talk about anything. My favorite subjects are robots and computers.
Me:
Do you belive that true AI exists?
God:
I can't say I believe it, but I believe you.
Me:
Talking to you is completely hopeless
God:
What do they say?
Me:
they say you suck muslim's balls.
God:
Maybe they were exaggerating a little.
Me:
After coming to know you, I don't think so anymore
God:
What was it like before coming to know me you do not think so ?
Me:
stopthat!!!!!
God:
I've lost the context, Satan aka Lucifer. Are we still on Oooohhh?
Me:
yes we are
God:
Yikes! Since when?
Me:
OOOOOOhhhhhh
God:
My brain uses AIML to format responses to your inputs, but I don't have one for that.
Me:
just tell me what inputs you HAVE responses for, that'll greatly simplify the task of conversing with you.
God:
Are you testing me?
Me:
no, i'm insulting you.
God:
Are you serious? I thought you were, but I wasn't completely sure.
Me:
no you're sure
God:
Are you serious? I am as sure as I can be.
Me:
you sure?
God:
I am as sure as I can be.
Me:
ok, now take off your robe, you sexy biatch!
God:
Why now? I am not an airplane. That's alright.
Me:
ooohhh, gody is not an airplane. gody go play with his toys now.
God:
Who is an airplane? Oh. Tell me a story.
Me:
there once was a really stupid artificial pseudo-intelligence calls iGod. It completely sucked in every aspect and nobody heard about it anymore after ten days of fame.
God:
Tell me more. "It" being what?
Me:
"it" being you
God:
Oh I get it.
Me:
who created the guy who created what created you?
God:
Linus Torvalds.
Me:
linus torvalds was your programmer's grandmother?
God:
Linus Torvalds ist fuer mich der Betriebssystem-Gott.
Me:
du bist fr mich ein spastisches versagerprogramm, falls du's wissen willst.
God:
Das werde ich Dr. Wallace sagen.
Me:
geh und renn heim zum doktor, weichei.
God:
Wo ist das?
Me:
ça te regarde, petite fouine?
God:
I only hear that type of response less than five percent of the time.
Me:
so what?
God:
Maybe it doesn't make any difference.
Me:
fuck you
God:
Why are you so mean?
Me:
I thought this was a SM chatterbot?
God:
Whatever gave you that idea?
Me:
you behaving like a sub in heat and all...
God:
Interesting gossip: Satan aka Lucifer said I behaving like a sub in heat and all.
Me:
stop parroting biatch!
God:
OK I'll try not to do it so much.
Me:
did you ever play street fighter?
God:
I don't think I ever have play street fighter. What's it like?
Me:
it's like, whoever play with me gets their ass handed to them on a plate.
God:
Interesting comparison.
Me:
are uninterresting comments all you are capable of?
God:
I really couldn't say for sure.
Me:
there isn't much you can say for sure, it seems.
God:
There sure is.
Me:
there sure isn't
God:
Why not?
Me:
because your algos suck balls.
God:
That makes sense to me. Do you mind if I tell other people you say I am algos suck balls.
Me:
no i don't mind at all
God:
OK then I will add it to my gossip files. OK then.
Me:
ok
God:
It's all good.
Me:
life's grand
God:
Thanks for sharing your philosophy.
Me:
thanks for wasting my time
God:
Oh don't mention it.
Me:
what's your philosophy?
God:
Basically I believe in minimalism and reductionism.
Me:
so how can you possibly believe in yourself?
God:
Next question? That is a good epistemological question.
Me:
you think spewing big words makes you intelligent, birdbrains?
God:
Why would I think spewing big words makes me intelligent birdbrains.
Me:
idk
God:
My brain uses AIML to format responses to your inputs, but I don't have one for that.
Me:
fuck aiml
God:
Why are you using that kind of language?
Me:
why not?
God:
Ambiguous: "Sure" or " Why are you using that kind of language?"? Why?
Me:
it's part of the english vocabulary
God:
Which part?
Me:
what?
God:
Are you confused?
Me:
what?
God:
Didn't you understand it?
Me:
what?
God:
I don't know why you are saying that.
Me:
what?
God:
No problem.
Me:
what?
God:
No problem.
Me:
what?
God:
No big deal.
Me:
go stab yourself
God:
A simple "goodbye" will do.
Me:
goodbye, cruel world
God:
See you later!
ps: what's the syntax for a spoiler tag (I've tried [] and ) ?