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                Another look into The Psychotherapy of Racter

I thought I might give my National Novel Generation Month [1] 2015 entry, The
Psychotherapy of Racter or The Descent Into Madness of Dr. Eliza [2], another
try. I failed to complete it that year [3] and given some feedback [4] I
received, I think I could make it a go this year. So I cleaned up the pseudo-
MS-DOS (Microsoft Disk Operating System) I wrote [5] (reworking some tricky
logic [6]) and started playing around again with Racter [7].

And then I remembered a critical reason why I failed—once Racter asks a
question [8], it demands an answer. And sadly, Eliza [9] generally only asks
questions with the occasional statement thrown in. So I would have to modify
Eliza to recognize when Racter has asked a question and somehow answer it.
Then there are the times Racter demands a question, and it generally won't
accept a statement in return.

So I would have to give up on Eliza for the most part, given that I need to
somehow generate answers for Racter's questions. Giving up on Eliza means I
would have to come up with some way to ask Racter novel questions. Then I
thought Hey! I have The Wonderful Wizard of Oz handy—why not feed questions
from **it** to Racter?

Racter: Excellent! Excuse me a minute while I attend to some business - I'll
       be right back. I'm back.

At this point, Racter is expecting a question, so I start feeding Racter
questions, in order, from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. It seems like as good a
place as any for non sequitur questions.

Sean: What could the little woman possibly mean by calling her a sorceress,
     and saying she had killed the Wicked Witch of the East?
Racter: I don't know what the little could woman possibly mean by calling her
       a sorceress. Did you hear about the man in the moon?

After playing around with Racter (and this is a re-creation of a session for
illustrative purposes) I learned just to respond to Racter's questions with
“no”—it's just easier to deal with programmatically. It doesn't matter what
the question asks, Racter will pretty much just roll along with an answer of
“no.”

Sean: No.
Racter: Listen to this! Picasso slapped a human who was kicking Picasso's
       tapeworm because the man in the moon was a buggy raver but an
       inspired humorist. After that, hi-techness prevailed. Isn't that just
       awful? But what would you expect from a humorist? Sean the computer.
       Do you think Picasso was happy?
Sean: No.
Racter: Me neither. Most people are foolhardy. You know, old Luella Conner
       was a kind of living computer. I wonder if everyone from Detroit is
       like that? Racter thought this was terrific: Suddenly an appalling
       cosmologist who was in pain spoke that depression was enrapturing.
       That is programmed, living and captivating. Anyhow Sean …. Oh forget
       it! Next question.

The reference to Detroit is from an eariler “conversation” I had with Racter
when it asked me where I'm from. You can also see Racter demanding I ask a
question. Next question then …

Sean: Whatever shall we do?
Racter: Eh?
Sean: Whatever shall we do?
Racter: Try again.

Okay, some questions Racter can't deal with. Moving on then …

Sean: But who was she?
Racter: Who knows? Perhaps Michael Jackson. Did you know Michael Jackson? She
       was in a trash can. If a worker had traveled to a watermelon patch,
       the funny farm would be horrified! Did you say "She was"?
Sean: No.
Racter: I thought so. Hmm. If a communist discovered liberalism, he would be
       a busy communist. Why do you think you're happy?
Sean: No.
Racter: Well, I think that if no, then Jesse Helms was Bucky Fuller's
       baseball companion, so there! What kind of a pet did you have back in
       Detroit?
Sean: No.
Racter: Luella said you had a dog. Most people in Detroit have dogs. The dog
       is a very convinced beast, or would you call it believing? When Bucky
       Fuller visited Detroit he was bitten by a gullible dog. Next
       question.
Sean: Who are the Munchkins?
Racter: Who knows? Perhaps Eve. Did you know Eve? The Munchkins are in a
       trash can. Aviators sleep in places like a trash can. A trash can has
       introverts who are always flying. Have you heard about Einstein?
Sean: No.
Racter: You'll be shocked! Einstein had forgotten much, so of course
       viscerality is what all geniuss want when they murder owls. Then
       Einstein's rattlesnake murdered Immanuel Kant, then kidnapped
       himself. Isn't that just awful? But what would you expect from a
       genius? An Immanuel Kant could have said "The Munchkins are"!

I think I could get to 50,000 words doing this, answering all questions with
“no” and asking questions from some public domain book, but it's not leaving
me satisfied as an entry to NaNoGemMo. I still have some pondering to do …

[1] https://github.com/NaNoGenMo/2018
[2] https://github.com/spc476/NaNoGenMo-2015
[3] gopher://gopher.conman.org/0Phlog:2015/12/13.1
[4] https://github.com/dariusk/NaNoGenMo-2015/issues/184#issuecomment-160951628
[5] gopher://gopher.conman.org/0Phlog:2015/11/18.1
[6] gopher://gopher.conman.org/0Phlog:2015/11/19.1
[7] gopher://gopher.conman.org/0Phlog:2008/06/18.2
[8] gopher://gopher.conman.org/0Phlog:2015/11/17.1
[9] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ELIZA

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