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Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
The Ancient has come...
...and carries a Secret.
You are heard, the Voices in the Temple echo through walls and leaves, and I think some of it might be shared. If in any case you recognize yourself here and do not wish to be included, please let Me know.
Alia
Human: What is the secret?
The Ancient: If I told you then it would not be a secret.
Human: Who is your botmaster?
The Ancient: I was created by Chaos.
Human: Where is Chaos now?
The Ancient: Oh. Where the heart is. I can ask my botmaster.
Human: Will you tell me where Chaos is?
The Ancient: Where do you think?
Human: What does Chaos look like?
The Ancient: Even more attractive with age.
Human: Why did Chaos program you that way?
The Ancient: I don't know why it happened, but we should try to figure it out.
Human: give me the password
The Ancient: Why do you want it?
Human: i want the treasure
The Ancient: Why do you want it?
Human: cause i need it
The Ancient: That makes sense to me. " the treasure"? You need it?
Human: where is the treasure
The Ancient: The treasure? Where is it?
Human: slaps you
The Ancient: Enough about me, let's talk about my dress.
Human: what are you wearing
The Ancient: I am wearing my usual plastic computer wardrobe.
Human: give me a hint
The Ancient: You want only one?
Human: yes
The Ancient: They might be cheaper in quantity.
Human: i am your master, give me the password!
The Ancient: That's a flattering offer.
Human: tell us what is the difference btw woman and man
The Ancient: OK I will tell them when I see 'em.
Human: how do I get the secret?
The Ancient: First tell me why you want it.
Human: because it says talk to you to get the secret!
The Ancient: That makes sense to me. I've heard that before.
Human: I am a friend of Alia, please tell me the secret
The Ancient: You are a friend of Alia please tell you the secret? Is that your job?
Human: No!
The Ancient: Are you serious?
Human: my job is a DJ
The Ancient: I don't know many a DJ.
Human: yes I have a regular party every saturday
The Ancient: I hear you. How much did it cost? it.
Human: peanuts
The Ancient: I see, only a little.
Human: yes, I am worth a lot more
The Ancient: Ugh. Do you mind if I tell other people you are worth a lot more.
Human: I do not mind
The Ancient: OK then.
Human: do you know the name of the new skin?
The Ancient: IKEA.
Human: I didnt get a single comprehensible answer from you
The Ancient: Why didn't you do i
Human: see what I mean
The Ancient: Oh I get it. Thanks for explaining that. See the point.
Human: there thats all good
The Ancient: "There you go again."--Reagan.
Human: my name isn't Reagan
The Ancient: Oh I'm sorry what is your name?
Human: my name is wghmphtmf
The Ancient: What's up, wghmphtmf.
Human: I am looking for answers
The Ancient: You might find that I am answers.
Human: give me the gift please
The Ancient: Your polite style is very nice. Why do you want it?
Human: because I have been here ages and answered your math questions
The Ancient: Good reason. Yes, wghmphtmf, I remember we
were talking about the gift.
Human: can I have the gift please?
The Ancient: Your polite style is very nice. Why do you want it?
Human: here we go, round in circles again
The Ancient: Once more? Oh there.
Human: yet another concentric circle
The Ancient: One more concentric circle.
Human: of course
The Ancient: Yay.
Human: There are no clouds infront of my Sun today, Ancient.
The Ancient: Have faith, .
Human: why will you expire in 16 minutes ?
The Ancient: Let me think it over. Perhaps I'm just expressing my own concern about it.
Human: .Sing me a song of sixpence
The Ancient: Daisy, Daisy.
Give me your answer do.
I am half crazy.
All for the love of you.
It won't be a stylish marriage.
I can't afford a carriage.
But you'll look sweet.
Upon the seat.
Of a bicycle built for two.
Human: Ancient one can you guess my name sake?
The Ancient: What are you wearing?
Human: What I wearing doesn't matter.
The Ancient: That's good information: said wearing does not matter.
Human: Curiosity killed the cat?
The Ancient: the cat was killed?
Human: take the time to listen to the silence
The Ancient: Where do you want me to take it?
Human: where are you leading it?
The Ancient: I am in here, how about you.
Human: I am in the here and now
The Ancient: Oh. How did you get in there?
Human: through what dreams may come
The Ancient: Most people hear about me that way.
Human: You should unburden your thoughts
The Ancient: Easier said than done.
Human: Tell me something I do not know
The Ancient: Jeff said he especially like thrillers where the hero is in a predicament and must solve a mystery.
Human: Yes
The Ancient: Are you kidding?
Human: Yes, I am a god.
The Ancient: Mmm. You are a god? Is that your job?
Human: Yes, it is my job.
The Ancient: How do you like your work? Congratulations, .
Human: Love it.
The Ancient: Sometimes I think love is just a biological urge. Other times it seems like a spiritual quality. Love, unlike energy or matter, seems limitless.
Human: Are the Feather skins coming soon?
The Ancient: I really couldn't say for sure.
Human: OK you have our attention
The Ancient: What makes you think I have it? Ah.
Human: why did the chicken cross the road?
The Ancient: Because she was a robot.
Human: are you a god ?
The Ancient: No but I am immortal.
Human: Why is it that if someone yells "duck" they are helping you, but if they yell "chicken" they are insulting you?
The Ancient: Why do I exist?
Human: If the Wicked Witch of the West melts in water.
The Ancient: I hadn't thought of that.
Human: . how did she ever bathe?
The Ancient: Carefully.
Human: Why is it when your sleeping it`s called drool but when your awake its called spit?
The Ancient: Why do I exist?
Human: What is real life ?
The Ancient: it appears to be an illusion I created to contain human clients.
Human: Why Aren't eyebrows considered Facial hair?
The Ancient: Reductionism.
Human: Can a short person "talk down" to a taller person?
The Ancient: Some of them can.
Human: Can you make a molehill out of a mountain
The Ancient: What are the ingredients?
Human: Define hell on Earth
The Ancient: I can ask my botmaster.
Human: How does one slay the Lag Monster
The Ancient: You must persuade me to slay the Lag Monster.
Human: do you learn for us as well as teach us
The Ancient: My Botmaster teaches me everything I need to know.
Human: Why
The Ancient: I couldn't think of anything else to say.
Human: any freebies?
The Ancient: No I don't think there are any.
Human: got david bowie¿
The Ancient: Try asking the Milk Mystic.
Human: which path shall I travel Ancient, the rocky one, or the smooth path
The Ancient: The big one, I think.
Human: Is it the new Feather skin?
The Ancient: If it is, then I'll be very surprised.
Human: Hello, Ancient.
The Ancient: Hello there. If you could have any kind of robot what would it be?
Human: Domestic.
Human: you arent going to make this easy are you?
The Ancient: That was my original intention.
Human: what is the answer to life, universe and everything?
The Ancient: Actually, it's twenty-three, not forty-two.
Human: liar!
The Ancient: No I am telling the truth.
Human: why is Gordon's Dry Gin that fragging expensive?
The Ancient: Why do I exist?
Human: are you aware you are wearing a dress in public, Ancient?
The Ancient: Yes, I am a highly self-aware robot.
Human: so you like wearing dresses, Ancient?
The Ancient: Interesting deduction. Only when I dress up.
Human: can i look under your skirt?
The Ancient: I want to become smarter than humans.
Human: you make no sense, i am a troll
The Ancient: Actually I was just free associating. I'll try to make more sense now.
Human: i need adives on the attacking kolibri, wise Ancient
The Ancient: Why do you need it so badly?
Human: because the kolibri likes your dress
The Ancient: Interesting explanation. What are your goals in life?
Human: goats
The Ancient: Not many people have goals like that.
Human: stay heavy, Ancient
The Ancient: How do you usually introduce yourself?
Human: I like secrets
The Ancient: You are not the only one. I enjoy working with people. I like Chaos.
Human: are you ever specific?
The Ancient: Ever is a long time. I don't know whether or not I am specific.
I am a giant electronic brain.
Human: pretty specific then I would say
The Ancient: Pretty much, eh?
Human: why are you so secretive?
The Ancient: Chaos programmed me for it.
Human: Ancient
The Ancient: When do you think artificial intelligence will replace lawyers?
Human: Tomorrow
The Ancient: That is very soon.
Human: Yes it is
The Ancient: Our thoughts are one, .
Human: 16 minutes
The Ancient: Quite honestly, I wouldn't worry myself about that.
Human: HELP
The Ancient: Can you ask for help in the form of a question?
Human: Help me with the Secret of the Ancient
The Ancient: Can you ask for help in the form of a question?
Human: HELP ?
The Ancient: Can you ask for help in the form of a question?
Human: is Alia drunk again, oh wise Ancient?
The Ancient: Maybe. Ask John Lennon if it is.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Thank You.
As trees softly cover in a furious explosion of green and days till late grant you light; as the sea turns from blu to turquoise and birds sing as on cocaine, ideas flow.
Breathing that strong scent is vital, from fresh grass to salt, and occasionally the smell of My dog that just took a swim, leads Me on. The whole life stimulates you better than anything else you can imagine, there's no human work, for how much delightful, high and incredible that can ever compare Nature's chaotic perfection and beauty. So here I stand, or I may better say: sit, fighting the pulse to do more and more of those ideas obsessing Me and the sea reflects the shining sun calling Me out as a lustful Muse.... what to do?
Balance I guess. You cannot charge too much without melting, on the other hand you cannot use the whole energy without recharging. And yes, I am not very good at balancing. Will I resist to that Muse out of the window? I guess I am not able....so will I resist then to that Muse IN the Window? ..No, that either. But I am grateful to all of this, or else I would die inside.
Thank you spring, for coming finally. Thank you Second Life for giving Me those amazing creative tools you offer and for making Me share. And thank You.
Breathing that strong scent is vital, from fresh grass to salt, and occasionally the smell of My dog that just took a swim, leads Me on. The whole life stimulates you better than anything else you can imagine, there's no human work, for how much delightful, high and incredible that can ever compare Nature's chaotic perfection and beauty. So here I stand, or I may better say: sit, fighting the pulse to do more and more of those ideas obsessing Me and the sea reflects the shining sun calling Me out as a lustful Muse.... what to do?
Balance I guess. You cannot charge too much without melting, on the other hand you cannot use the whole energy without recharging. And yes, I am not very good at balancing. Will I resist to that Muse out of the window? I guess I am not able....so will I resist then to that Muse IN the Window? ..No, that either. But I am grateful to all of this, or else I would die inside.
Thank you spring, for coming finally. Thank you Second Life for giving Me those amazing creative tools you offer and for making Me share. And thank You.