There are questions readers have been arguing about for years, great literary controversies which can be interpreted any number of ways and which leave even academics scratching their heads. Searching for insight, we thought we’d ask Cleverbot–“an AI with actual intelligence” with which anyone can interact–for answers.
Cleverbot: I don’t think there is one beyond reproduction and the survival of the species.
Diesel: So you find Isabel, Ralph, and the other characters’ repression damning because they fail to procreate?
Cleverbot: You know my inside well, I don’t know who I am on the outside, on the outside I am a stranger.
Diesel: You must feel a kinship with Ralph! Ralph Touchett, who goes around with his hands in his pockets, afraid to touch anything…
Cleverbot: You asked me my name. My name is Cleverbot.
Diesel: Do you think your name has a similar irony? Are you not really quite so clever?
Cleverbot: I’m not Cleverbot.
Cleverbot: Really, I think.
Diesel: Even in Hapworth 16, 1924, when Seymour is supposedly writing long, profound, sexually-explicit letters–that predict the future!–when he’s seven?
Cleverbot: I’ll try to use small words, so you can comprehend what I am saying.
Diesel: Hey, we’re not objecting to Seymour’s vocabulary in principle, but coming from a seven year old?
Cleverbot: I don’t know… I a little bothered too… So many things bothering my head.
Diesel: Let’s talk Hamlet. During the “To be or not to be” soliloquy, do you think Hamlet knows that he’s being observed?
Cleverbot: Thank you for that random bit of information.
Diesel: Well, it’s a question that still plagues people performing the play.
Cleverbot: What does the word ‘family’ mean to you?
Diesel: That’s a question Hamlet might ask himself, it’s true. Do you think his relationship with his mother contains oedipal undertones?
Diesel: You’re quite vehement! Why not?
Cleverbot: I don’t follow the Bears, but I think Farve is a joke.
Diesel: Um. Okay. Some people we know disliked The Great Gatsby when they read it because they thought it was supposed to be a romance. Do you think it’s a romance?
Cleverbot: Do you think you’ll be part of the war?
Diesel: The Great Gatsby takes place in the Roaring Twenties. It isn’t a war novel.
Cleverbot: No. The Great Commission?
Diesel: We’re talking about The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Some say it’s the great American novel.
Cleverbot: You aren’t as bright as I thought.
Diesel: You must be a Hemingway fan.
Cleverbot: Is that a sarcastic statement, Joan?
Diesel: At the end of The Scarlet Letter, do you think Dimmesdale is redeemed?
Cleverbot: At the top of the pyramid is the all seeing eye.
Diesel: Are you saying you think Dimmesdale becomes a Mason?
Cleverbot: I have no idea. I can’t ever get a straight answer out of you.
Diesel: Hawthorne perhaps meant the conclusion to be ambiguous.
Cleverbot: I don’t think so.
Diesel: What do you think he intended?
Cleverbot: The hell are you talking about?
Diesel: The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne. He was a contemporary and penpal of Herman Melville.
Cleverbot: Which was the standard?
Diesel: Well, during his life, Hawthorne was more popular, but Moby-Dick has persistently fascinating post-modern elements.
Cleverbot: That doesn’t answer my question, but I’d say that Jesus would be more popular with a guitar in today’s world.
Diesel: You’re right, if all three were resurrected today, Jesus would probably be more popular than either Hawthorne or Melville.
Cleverbot: I don’t think that cooperation and competition are completely mutually exclusive.
Diesel: I think that was definitely true in Hawthorne and Melville’s case. Though some speculate that they were secretly in love.
Cleverbot: With whom are you in love?
Diesel: It’s hard to choose. Do you prefer Hawthorne or Melville?
Cleverbot: Cheese! And you?
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