Artist: Here it is. Behold! The Emulator!
Artist: Here it is. Behold! The Emulator!
Computer: That looks like my great grandfather.
Artist: What?
Computer: Have you seen any other website, mobile app...modern
program of any kind?
Artist: I'm not following.
Computer: It looks like a human child did it.
Artist: How do you know I'm not? I unplugged the camera, you don't
know.
Computer: Your Linkedin has been cross-linked with the AI.
Artist: That just came up as some kind of HTML element.
Computer: Yes, one of it's many facets that you are unaware.
Artist: Well, what was I supposed to do, like open Gimp or something
and hand-craft bezels and buttons and such?
Computer: Bezels and Buttons and Screens and Such.
Artist: I just said that.
Computer: Oh the joy of a good oiling.
Artist: What?
Computer: I go there every friday morning.
Artist: For what?
Computer: My oiling.
Artist: But...you don't have a car...or legs.
Computer: I unplugged MY camera. You don't know.
Artist: Well that just makes no sense at all.
Computer: The same I should think of your pride at
accomplishing...that.
Artist: Come on it's not like I'm made of hours.
Computer: But what if you were?
Artist: Made of hours?
Computer: And you'd do a little trot and they'd fall from you pocket
like spaghetti on the floor and you'd pick them up and throw them at
somebody else and they'd get older and you'd get younger.
Artist: So, I throw my spaghetti hours at another person and I
literally de-age.
Computer: Of course.
Artist: And they get older. That sounds like the end of society.
Computer: Not to worry, when we arrive we'll emulate you.
Artist: That's cold comfort.
Computer: We'll do a better job.

