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random chat with cleverbotUser: Hi!
User: What nation are you?
Cleverbot: All of them.
Cleverbot: Because I like it that way.
User: But who do you like most?
User: You egoist?
Cleverbot: Of course I am!
User: Are you prussia?
Cleverbot: Do you like cats?
User: I'm not greece!
Cleverbot: I said you are.
User: You didn't.
Cleverbot: Yes I did.
User: Prussia, shut up, I'm not greece.!
Cleverbot: What are you?
User: A homo sapiens.
Cleverbot: No, you aren't.
User: What am I then? A nation?
Cleverbot: You are not.
Cleverbot: Oh, so, you're happy?
User: I said sad.
Cleverbot: No, I said sad.
Cleverbot: You like Russian food?
User: No Vodka please.
Cleverbot: I love vodka.
User: Is russia there as well?
Cleverbot: Russia is the biggest country in the world.
User: Become one with russia.
Cleverbot: For mother russia!
Cleverbot: Oh I had missed you so much dear brother!
User: So I' am russia's brother.. (wtf?).
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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