How much time did you put into your bot, Ice Pie? A simple one is relatively easy to make, but easy to spot. If a sufficiently talented team puts enough work into it (years of full time work), the result with be a lot better.
A youth chatroom is a quite different environment to the Turing test. The other person doesn't know in advance that the bot isn't human. The topic of conversation can be quite restricted, and the bot can simply say "got to go. bye" if it gets lost.
In a Turing test, you're up against intelligent educated adults who know that one of the 'people' they're talking to is a computer. You can't run away. If you change the subject too much, you'll be found out.
Background knowledge is becoming less of a problem, with projects like Cyc. And Google really does know everything.
Gotta love Google.
Bisexual: Specialization is for insects.
Decadance is its own reward.
Ignorance is bliss, but it'll never replace sex.
It's not cute being this easy.
Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
Yes, that was the worst part of it. The police wanted a list of all of the CDs that had gone (to give to pawn shops and so on, I assume). It took me a week. I still have a copy, and I'm still ticking off CDs as I find replacements.
No, that's not true. That was the second worst part. The worst part was discovering that my beloved Not Drowning, Waving CDs had been out of print for years and were no longer available. If anyone here has a copy of Tabaran, I'd do anything.
If you knew the IP address of the machine(s) running the bots, the operator of a chat room could probably tell. Also, I suspect that current bots wouldn't stand up to a long enough interrogation by a suspicious op.
It's only a matter of time before good enough bots get into the hands of the general public. Then it will be impossible to tell. Judging from the transcripts of recent Loebner Prize contests, that will be a while. I don't know what Nanniebot is doing, and the author seems very reluctant to reveal any details of the technology.
I don't think the SH chatroom has anything to worry about from Nanniebot itself - I expect the ops boot children fast enough that it's a waste of time for paedophiles. But the technology exists, it will only get better, and it will be used. We already don't know who we're talking to. Soon it'll be a question of what we're talking to.
From my point of view, that's OK. I don't visit chat rooms all that much, but when I do I go there to chat. If a conversation is entertaining, does it matter that it's a man, woman, or computer on the other end?
If you're there to meet people to meet, you'd care a lot more.
There's an article on nanniebot in New Scientist this week, which includes a transcript of a conversation with it. It's scarily good. I did manage to guess correctly, but I was a long way from certain. If I hadn't been told in advance that one was a bot, I wouldn't have known.
My first vice was CDs. I had a huge shock some years ago when my collection was stolen and I calculated the value. Had I really spent that much? Well, I've spent it again (and more) since then and enjoyed every moment.
It's not possible to spend too much on travel.
We had a cat that LOVED a certain type of deodorant. Unlucky guests would spend their visit with a cat glued to their armpit.
No no no... keep it sticky. I'm just embarrassed about my sole contribution to it being a spelling correction. I'd delete my post if I could.
Another couple of weeks? That means (counting on fingers) a month's worth of sex to be caught up on all at once. No man or woman within a hundred miles will be safe. The children and animals will be looking a bit nervous too.
I'm off to the bookmakers, to place my bet on the biggest earthquake the country has ever seen occuring at the end of March.
We're all very good, and we're all very bad. It all depends on what you want us to be good or bad at.
That's cheating... changing your post after I'd made mine.
Someone had to say it.
Heather, are you offering your pussy to anyone who wants it, or do applicants have to demonstrate that they are worthy recipients first?
330cl? Bloody hell! I'd need both hands just to lift the thing.
This looks like a thread in need of a little retrocrush.
But how can you trust a site with Betty in 2nd place and Wilma with no votes at all?
Ah, the joys of parenthood.
Don't worry. In a few more years you'll get your chance for revenge. Isn't mortal embarrassment in front of friends the primary purpose of the parents of teenagers?
Flying would be nice, but not if I have to dress up like the dream in Brazil.
It's not a traditional super-power, but I'd like the ability to travel through time. Historians and archaeologists can only tell us so much: to truly know what happened, you have to be there. I don't think I'd ever get tired of seeing how things became the way they are.
They do, Jags. But men are constructed a little differently to women. They have that strangely-shaped third nipple.
Damn! I've been found out. I'll have to whisper more quietly next time.
psst... MrFC. You missed a spot. No, not there. There. Down a bit... left a bit... that's the one! See what effect it has? Don't let her know I told you, OK?
Try it now, Blue. Mine wasn't working on Friday, but was fine on Saturday and today.
I was wondering about that buzzing sound. It's the mower. Of course.
With cat medicine, I believe "taken internally" means the cat rips open some holes in you, glares at the medicine until you get the message, then wanders off to lick itself and complain loudly that it hasn't been fed yet.
I'm not going to ask. I'm NOT going to ask.
How many hands?