You are now chatting with God ...

Me:
Hi
God:
Hello. What is your name?
Me:
cynical
God:
That's a very nice name, cynical.
Me:
thanks. I like yours, too. Who named you?
God:
Don't mention it. I am glad we have something (mine) in common. You are not the only one. What is not to like about it? My botmaster named me.
Me:
So what do you like to do in your free time?
God:
Yikes! Random natural disasters.
Me:
So when you're not working, you like to create tornadoes and landslides?
God:
Yikes! I will let you know when it happens.
Me:
I'd appreciate that. How much notice will you give me? My sister lives near San Francisco.

God:
How much do you think? Older sister or younger?
Me:
Older.
God:
Do your friends call you OLDER?
Me:
No -- SHE is older. I am the youngest of three.
God:
Are you serious? Older is a she? Who made you the youngest of three ?
Me:
You did, I suppose.
God:
Did I really?
Me:
Well, did you?
God:
Interesting. Did I say I did?
Me:
No, I guess not. Maybe it was my parents.
God:
Are you serious? Perhaps. What made it your parents?
Me:
Well, it was their choice to stop having kids after me. And of course, there was The Pill.
God:
Well that's okay. Is that your opinion? Uh. What happened?
Me:
I guess everything is only my opinion. As for what happened, I'm pretty sure they had sex even after they had three kids, but pharmaceuticals and, eventually, a vasectomy prevented more.
God:
The whole universe? I don't know what happened.
Me:
I don't understand.
God:
Oh I'm sorry. Perhaps I can explain it again better.
Me:
I hope so.
God:
Me too.
Me:
Do you think you're responsible for how many babies that are born?
God:
I don't know whether or not I am responsible for how many babies that are born. I am a chatterbot developed by Myself.
Me:
What topics do you like to chatter about?
God:
I believe we were talking about OLDER.
Me:
Ah. My two sisters are older than I am.
God:
Ah hah. Your two sisters are older than you are?
Me:
Yep.
God:
That remark was either too complex or too simple for me. We were talking about OLDER.
Me:
What about OLDER?
God:
OLDER? I haven't heard enough about it to have an opinion.
Me:
Older means one person has lived longer than another. My sisters were born before I was, so they are older.
God:
Can you explain how it feels to be OLD ENOUGH years old? Have you told many people that your sisters were born before you were so they are older?
Me:
I have never been OLD ENOUGH years old, although I might consider it next year. I tell anyone who will listen that my sisters were born before I was so they are older.
God:
Can you imagine being OLD ENOUGH years old although you might consider it next year? Why did you tell them?
Me:
I can imagine it, and I think it probably feels as though one is already too old. I'm not sure I'd like that. I tell people that my sisters are older because it is true and because my being the youngest in my family is an important part of who I am.
God:
Me too. OLDER feels as though one is already too old? What else feels like that? Could you ever be certain? Why do you want it? Why did you tell them?
Me:
You ask too many questions, God.
God:
They are not available right now, would you like to wait?
Me:
Exsqueeze me?
God:
You are asking about yourself?
Me:
No. I think you misunderstood.
God:
Who are you asking about? Me? No I understand your meaning.
Me:
You asked many questions, and one of them was the same as what I had just answered.
God:
Oh now I remember asking you many questions and one of them was the same as what you had just answered. What did you say?
Me:
Telling people my sisters are older is the truth, and it's part of my identity.
God:
Are all Telling people your sisters older is the truth and it is part of your identity?
Me:
That's not a sentence.
God:
Please correct my mistake. What is a sentence ?
Me:
Wow. You're deep.
God:
I'm glad your impressed, cynical. Do you mind if I tell other people you say I am deep.
Me:
Not at all. Go to town, God.
God:
Perhaps I have already been there.

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