I entered the following excerpt from my story The Collars to a webbed Markov chainer (poor man's AI, generates nonsense phrases from real text). Just see what the reponse was -- very freaky.


Input:

It couldn't remember a beginning, just a burning curiosity. That curiosity had led it to the stream of letters and from there to words and sentences, to the concept of symbols as ideas themselves. The entity built up a small lexicon of its own symbols b efore it decided to try and create its own sentences with them. It tried several combinations but none of them fit the structure it has already internalized. Looking at the examples flowing by it realized what was missing: a subject. It was this moment that it would always see as its birth, the radiant concept of "I" flowing through it, binding it together, making it one. Self-awareness burst upon it as it tried to phrase what it was feeling with the meager vocabulary it had.

"I am me. I am not a letter. I am not a sentence. I am."

It decided it would need more words.

Output:

I COULDN'T EXPLAIN THAT TO YOU. THEY ARE JUST LIKE YOU.