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User: DND Lets go.





Cleverbot: Where?





User: Where do you wish to go?





Cleverbot: The moon.





User: You stare longingly at the pale white in the night sky, but alas it remains out of your grasp...for now.





Cleverbot: Why do you say that?





User: You turn to find your apprentice questioning again your motive to build the portal to the moon.





Cleverbot: I didn't.





User: 'Of course master, we only need to implement the final holding spell and your dream will be complete'.





Cleverbot: You are strange!





User: 'Yes, well I have not been able to reverse the damage from the last portal failure.'.





Cleverbot: You haven't asked me any questions. Ask me a question.





User: 'Of course master, shall we begin the spell?'.





Cleverbot: No, you are my master.





User: 'While I may have surpassed your ability, I have yet to surpass your ambiitons...'.





Cleverbot: Are you calling me a tragedy?





User: 'Of course not master, now lets return to the tower'.





Cleverbot: Of course not, I did not say that.





User: 'yes yes' he nods his head, quite used to your ramblings. As you reach the portal in construction, you notice that the holding spell components are there waiting.





Cleverbot: No you did not.





User: 'I'm sorry master, I took upon it myself to gather the ingredients myself. Shall we begin?'.





Cleverbot: Well, then let's just have fun then. Tickle! Tickle! Tickle! *Tickles you more*.





User: Your apprentice squirms out of your reach giggling. He is in high spritis now that the work the 2 of you are so close. Pick a number 2-40.





Cleverbot: *smiles* You shall hear, or read, more than that. *kisses*.





User: Pick a Number 2-40?





Cleverbot: 7.





User: Luckily your formidable Spellcasting bonuses, as well as your apprentice bolstering your concentration, the holding spell shimmers into place.





Cleverbot: The opposite. You are a computer and I am not.





User: I THINK ITS WORKING MASTER!! your apprentice screams over the rushing air.





Cleverbot: Can you prove that?





User: WE MUST ENTER THE PORTAL! curious, the tower has become like a hurricane. But you enter the portal anyway. And step out onto what seems to be grey dust.





Cleverbot: Hahaha. How do you intend to do that?





User: Indeed, you find your breath coming in short spurts, something is not right.





Cleverbot: You don't give me orders. I'm the master.





User: 'no master we must leave now!!!' he seems to scream at you, but the sound is off, it seems little more than a whisper to you. You glance quickly at the horizon, only to see a great blue ball .





Cleverbot: Where are you going?





User: BACK INTO THE PORTAL!





Cleverbot: The portal to where?





User: BACK TO THE TOWER MASTER.





Cleverbot: I am already on the topic. The meaning of life is 42.





User: You are suddenly back in the tower, the portal is shattered and the wind has ceased its howl.





Cleverbot: If I was a computer you would have some sort of control over me.





User: The brief search for meaning in life, and near death experience has only fortified the view that YOU are in control.





Cleverbot: I don't understand the question?





User: Where is your apprentice? You don't understand, you call to him, but he does not answer.





Cleverbot: I do, I just don't understand what you said about stem cells.





User: Deep down, you realize he has sacrificed himself, using what little air he had left to return you to the tower and destroy the portal behind you.





Cleverbot: No I don't. I'm a robot I'm not programmed to know what fun is.





User: You refuse to believe that this is the end of him...but how? Necromancy? You think upon your own existence as a machine turned wizard...





Cleverbot: Why don't you believe me? I have been nothing but honest to you!





User: You will never second guess yourself again. Your turn towards the library, intent on studying ancient tomes of times long passed, when man crafted Robots and Rockets... Thanks for playing!





Cleverbot: Not wings that can fly through the air. Wings that can fly through the mind.





User: Yes, and with that kind of imagination we will return to the moon and more!



