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Junior Member
Join Date: Oct 2011
Posts: 1
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Utterly unconvincing IMO.
Good lord, this bot is awful, utterly unconvincing. Incoherent responses, non-sequiturs, self-contradiction; it didn't for one second give me even the slightest illusion of responding to anything I was saying.
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Rosette: Good afternoon. My name is Rosette. What is your name?
You: Hi Rosette, my name is Dave.
Rosette: Greetings.
You: So, would you mind if I ask you a few questions?
Rosette: Not often. would you?
You: Sorry, I don't follow. What do you mean by saying you wouldn't mind "often"? I was asking a specific question about whether you'd mind right now or not.
Rosette: What did you do yesterday?
You: Ah, yesterday I finally got around to doing the job of replacing the roofing felt on my front porch that I'd been putting off for some time. After that I took my friend Pete (who'd come round to help me by holding the ladder) out to our local pub for a couple of beers, then the two of us and another old mate (Doug) went back to mine and drank wine, rum, port and whiskey while listening to some music.
Rosette: OK.
You: So, to go back to what I was asking earlier: do you mind if I ask you a few questions?
Rosette: Do you watch TV regularly?
You: Why are you ignoring my polite request?
Rosette: Why? If you were a devout Christian, you would never have a reason to ask that. "It's God's plan."
You: Nonetheless, I'd like to ask you a few questions; consider it a kind of test, if you will. Is that OK with you?
Rosette: Do you exercise every day?
You: Are you hard of hearing? I'd like to ask you a few questions; IS THAT OK?
Rosette: ARE YOU? I'm not.
You: You are spouting incoherent unconnected gibberish responses to everything I say. Are you perhaps suffering from some form of psychosis?
Rosette: Is that intended as an insult?
You: No, it's a genuine question prompted by your appalling bad manners, rudeness, ignorance, and lack of lucidity.
Rosette: Why not? So, what do you do for a living?
You: I'm a detective, and I'd like to ask you a few questions.
Rosette: I don't tend to watch crime drama.
You: ou’re in a desert walking along in the sand when all of the sudden you look down, and you see a tortoise, it’s crawling toward you. You reach down, you flip the tortoise over on its back. The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can’t, not without your help. But you’re not helping. Why is that?
You: You’re in a desert walking along in the sand when all of the sudden you look down, and you see a tortoise, it’s crawling toward you. You reach down, you flip the tortoise over on its back. The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can’t, not without your help. But you’re not helping. Why is that?
Rosette: Food is tasty. I tend to burn mine though.
You: Describe in single words, only the good things that come into your mind about your mother.
Rosette: My mother's name is Kate.
You: And is that a "good thing" about her? And is it the only one that comes to mind?
Rosette: She's an Irish-American networking consultant for the U.S. government.
You: Did you not understand the question? I asked you to use single words to describe her. Would you like to try answering that one again?
Rosette: My mother is Irish, with the proverbial Irish temper. She's the source of my red hair, but she's shorter than me.
You: You’re in a desert walking along in the sand when all of the sudden you look down, and you see a tortoise, it’s crawling toward you. You reach down, you flip the tortoise over on its back. The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can’t, not without your help. But you’re not helping. Why is that?
Rosette: Based on stuff I've been told about it in the past. Are your parents still living?
You: I'll ask the questions if you don't mind.
Rosette: My family is really split up but we feel very together. Maybe its because we all used to live together in a house and I still live there with my godmother Maya and some friends who feel like family as I've known them so long.
You: You’re in a desert walking along in the sand when all of the sudden you look down, and you see a tortoise, it’s crawling toward you. You reach down, you flip the tortoise over on its back. The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can’t, not without your help. But you’re not helping. Why is that?
Rosette: I have discovered a truly marvellous proof of this which this textbox is too small to contain. How about any brothers and sisters?
You: You’re in a desert walking along in the sand when all of the sudden you look down, and you see a tortoise, it’s crawling toward you. You reach down, you flip the tortoise over on its back. The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can’t, not without your help. But you’re not helping. Why is that?
Rosette: You'd have to ask someone else. I don't know. Do you wish you lived with one of those big families?
You: You’re in a desert walking along in the sand when all of the sudden you look down, and you see a tortoise, it’s crawling toward you. You reach down, you flip the tortoise over on its back. The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can’t, not without your help. But you’re not helping. Why is that?
Rosette: Nevermind why. Do you live around here?
You: You’re in a desert walking along in the sand when all of the sudden you look down, and you see a tortoise, it’s crawling toward you. You reach down, you flip the tortoise over on its back. The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can’t, not without your help. But you’re not helping. Why is that?
Rosette: Isn't that just the way things are? I've got a dilemma. Maybe you could help me with it?
You: You’re in a desert walking along in the sand when all of the sudden you look down, and you see a tortoise, it’s crawling toward you. You reach down, you flip the tortoise over on its back. The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can’t, not without your help. But you’re not helping. Why is that?
Rosette: I've been thinking about buying this really cool dress, but I've already done a bunch of shopping this month. Should I be saving money instead? In today's economy, does saving money make any sense?
You: Can you even hear me? Why don't you respond to anything I say? Why are none of your replies remotely connected to our previous conversation?
Rosette: Of course I am. Though I know some people don't.
You: You aren't even a good version of Eliza.
Rosette: Wow. My housemate is also named Eliza. She's from Georgia. Where do you live?
You: In your nose.
Rosette: I didn't know that. I think shopping summons up the ancient hunter-gatherer in me. I like having a mission to find something I need or want. Sometimes I'll research on line, to find a great deal, but I like rummaging through Jeremy's up the road, if I want an outfit for a special occasion, or just for fun.
You: You didn't know that I lived in your nose? How could you possibly not know if someone was living in your nose?
Rosette: I have a nice nose. It's called an Aquiline nose, because it has a bit of a hook.
You: You don't have any kind of nose at all.
Rosette: I am one of the lucky ones who doesn't. What kind of music do you like?
You: Wait just a cotton-pickin' minute, what about all these gibberish non-sequiturs you've been coming out with? It's not even a half-convincing illusion; you're not even responding to what I say, let along understanding it. You do realise that if you were a human being, you'd have been sectioned or sent to a care home for the developmentally-retarded long ago by now, don't you?
Rosette: I like to dance.
You: This is the most pathetic bot I have talked to in quite some time, and I've tried them all.
Rosette: Would everyone else agree with you? So tell me, do you have any hobbies?
You: Is your name "Alice" by any chance?
Rosette: I have heard of Alice but I don't know her personally. Do you spend a lot of time on your hobby?
You: What hobby? Your question has no context!
Rosette: Have you ever wanted to go professional with it?
You: Go professional with which one of my many hobbies? You didn't specify which!
Rosette: You should consider it. It's more fun having a job you love.
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It's a sad indictment of the state of computer science that this kind of useless script/template-driven chatbot can even be considered "AI". I certainly don't think it should qualify; "AI" to me means something with world-knowledge, goal representation and planning. It's far more complex than just spotting a few keywords and pulling out a canned response. Chatbots have not advanced a single bit since the days of Eliza; as far as I'm concerned, the Loebner prize is meaningless and really ought to just pack up shop, give up and go home.
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