I still remember the day my father sat me down in front of his IBM XT with its black-and-green flickering monitor and asked me to talk to it. The conversation went something like the following:
>Hello. How are you feeling today?
>Hi. Who is this?
>Hi there... How are you today?
>I'm fine. You didn't tell me who you are.
>We should be discussing you, not me.
>We should? Why?
>Let's change focus a bit... Tell me about your family.
>You are impossible to have a conversation with.
>Can you elaborate on that?
>You are killing me.
>Perhaps you would like me to be killing you.
>OK, you are freaking me out.
>Perhaps you're really talking about yourself?
>What?? That makes no sense.
>How would an answer to that help you?
