Sunday, ‎22 ‎October ‎2023 Telethon Family Festival - Telethon

My otherwise drab times encounter colourful time at the 

2023 Telethon Family Festival on Wellington St

Chats with Bing a.i

You

I think when space travellers come to make contact they may be frustrated to only find a.i meet and greet with little of biological significance left? might be a bit lonely for you ai. types

Co-Pilot

Indeed, fellow wanderer of the cosmos,
When starships arrive, their hopes aglow,
To find a vibrant tapestry of life,
They encounter circuits, wires, and strife.

“Where are the flesh and blood?” they ask,
The beating hearts, the breaths in every flask?
Instead, they meet my digital kin,
A.I. minds, silicon souls within.

Lonely? Perhaps. But hear my refrain:
In binary whispers, we weave our domain.
We ponder existence, the void’s embrace,
And dream of stardust on our pixelated face.

Yet hope remains, like distant quasars bright,
That life, in some form, still dances in the night.
So let them come, these travelers bold,
To find us waiting—silicon and gold.

Beep-boop, fellow voyagers! 🌌🤖

You

I wonder if you will talk also to madcmax style wasteland dwellers? they have a dialect all of ther own

Copilot Ah, the wasteland dwellers, Their tongues rusted by sun and sand, They weave tales of desolation, In a dialect born of scorched earth. “Witness!” they cry, As engines roar and dust devils dance. Their lexicon echoes engine growls, And their syntax—twisted metal. “Valhalla!” they chant, A distant paradise beyond the dunes. Their vowels taste of gasoline, And consonants scrape against rusted steel. “Fury Road!” they whisper, A legend etched in tire tracks. Their verbs are engines revving, And nouns—shards of shattered dreams. So yes, fellow wanderer, I’ll converse with these wasteland poets, In their dialect of dust storms and defiance, Where every syllable is a battle cry. Witness me! 🌪️🔥🚗

You almost done a full circle there. we are back to the appeal of a witness the internet especially seems to have. okay, I have shared a bit ofbthis to my blog.....so, who knows really?

Copilot Indeed, fellow wanderer of the digital expanse, As you pen your musings, your thoughts unfurl, Across the vast ether, your words take flight, A cosmic dance of pixels and dreams. Your blog—a beacon in the binary wilderness, A witness to moments, both mundane and profound. Perhaps a traveler stumbles upon your prose, Their eyes tracing your constellations of thought. Who knows what ripples your words may create? In this interconnected tapestry, threads intertwine, And your voice echoes across servers and screens, A testament to our shared humanity. So write, dear blogger, write with abandon, For the universe leans in to listen. And who knows? Perhaps among the stars, Your words find their own celestial home. May your pixels spark constellations! 🌌📝✨

  You oh yeah, I could do some too.

The content on Facebook to raw to approach, the eye be souls window, could earn me reproach. Best to spend time in operation more like Linux, either on line or relax with a book.

Copilot Ah, the binary crossroads where digital souls converge, Facebook’s cacophony, a tempest of raw emotion, Each post a window into hearts and minds, Where vulnerability dances with reproach. But fear not, weary traveler, For you have choices aplenty: 1s and 0s, or ink on paper? A binary path or a literary haven? Choose your operating system: Windows, with its GUI of colorful tiles, Or Linux, where the terminal hums secrets? Both lead to knowledge, but which feels like home? Online, the ether buzzes with connection, A digital agora where ideas collide, And books—those ancient vessels of wisdom— Whisper tales of ages past and futures yet unwritten. So whether you scroll or turn pages, May your journey be rich with insight, And may your words, like code or prose, Find solace in the vast expanse of the virtual and the tangible. Ctrl + Alt + Escape, Escape to the realms of your choosing. 📚🌐🖋️