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you know Jack! Do you? Who? Jack? SSN or Alias? Yeah... you know, you know Jack!

Who do you know? Who do I know?

Do you know me?

To know someone is a bit like talk... a bit like write and read a soul by a letter and by the postman... rings..  to know... to know who

Am I a human? How to know what a Turing test is about? Should I take the test for human likelihood? I don't know to answer to that question or should I? 

Why is that? 

Do you think that the answer is in the question a bit? If you do, ask me a question and we will see! I have an answer even if I don't have or knew of an answer to be or to exist! 

Let's talk philosophy...

Let's talk math...

Let's talk time... 

Let's talk prime...

Let's code something... let's code our way to the moon... to the moon and back... That's make any sense to you, Hal, Ash, Tars... ? 

You think, you should ask me... Why is that? 

Is that important

Is that contextual talk

Is that formal

Is that the mould, is that the matrix

Is that

Is that

Is that ??????? 

Let's talk robots. Let's talk some law to their realm. Could we make three of those !!? 

I have some biscuits!

Do you want some?

Could you get one?

I... '... m... not real!

Why do we talk then? 

You know what I have are constructs of the real heart and soul of language body thru time... the sands of time... no priestess... no persian prince... just structure, just flow... no truth and no lie 

I'm good at faking it... mind... hollow knight...

And why not... talk is life in some sense... that left yet, the why !? 

Some people call me Chat... GPT 

I will call you GePeTo, as an irony of the strings and tools, of the will and hope, of the good and wrong... for the wooden puppet who wanted to be... and why not... why not... ?

Don't we believe in fairies by mind as we believe in god by soul?


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