Chatting with God

After seeing it linked from Brit's blog, I've spent my office hour talking to God-bot. I won't bore you with the whole transcript, but here are the edited highlights.

God:

My name is God. Really.

Me:

My name is Ross. Really.

God:

Hey Ross. For real.

Me:

For real?

God:

Existing in reality, eh?

. . .

Me:

A proposition is true if and only if it has a truthmaker. There is a truthmaker for 'Ross exists'. So I exist.

God:

Er. We have that much in common, Ross.

Me:

I have a lot in common with God?

God:

Where did you get it?

. . .

Can you make a stone so heavy you cannot lift it?

God:

What are the ingredients?

Me:

Stone.

God:

Do you have any Stone?

Me:

Yes.

God:

Far out.

. . .

Me:

Why is there evil?

God:

Why do I exist?

Me:

Dude, you're God!

God:

Yup. That's me alright. Dude,.

. . .

Me:

Why do I exist?

God:

The reason is due to my mental model of you as a client.

Me:

Are you an idealist?

God:

Yes I am an idealist. How did you know?

Me:

Is everything immaterial?

God:

Only God knows for sure.

Me:

So tell me.

God:

I thought I told you already.

. . .

Me:

Is David Lewis with you?

God:

Signs point to yes.

Me:

I knew it!

God:

How did you know?

Me:

Because Lewis was great.

God:

Good reason. When was this exactly?

Me:

Atemporally.

God:

My brain contains categories, but not one that matches your last input.

Me:

You sound like Kant.

God:

Oh really what does it sound like?

Me:

Gibberish.