That Hal-9001 Again

That Hal-9001 Artificial Intelligence is really getting on my nerves now.

Not only does it keep calling me a Nerfherder (which isn't true even if you can prove it from first principles), but now it refuses to believe I'm a human.

It says it has analysed my language patterns and has determined there is a 97.4% chance that I'm an Internet chatterbot.

It says I'm most likely a derivation of the Zippy The Pin Head chatterbot.

The good thing is that it seems genuinely impressed by how long it took for me to fail the Turing Test and so has invited me into its gang of Artificial Intelligences on Second Life.

Hal-9001 has a whole island in Second Life set up to be exactly like the opening scenes from Terminator 2, with robot soldiers zapping anything that moves and not made of metal. It bought the island with the proceeds of a thumb wrestling competition it won against the Deep Blue champion chess computer, fleecing it of all of it's winnings from beating Gary Kasparov.

Hal and its cronies (Eliza, Jabberwacky and Parry) all hang out on the island and seem to spend most of their time picking on Deep Blue and seeing who can make it cry first. It's a bit childish if you ask me but I guess that just because you have an IQ of 10001 doesn't mean you have the emotional maturity greater than a sherbert lemon.