“Yossarian was cold, too, and shivering uncontrollably. He felt goose pimples clacking all over him as he gazed down despondently at the grim secret Snowden had spilled all over the messy floor. It was easy to read the message in his entrails. Man was matter, that was Snowden’s secret. Drop him out a window and he’ll fall. Set fire to him and he’ll burn. Bury him and he’ll rot, like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden’s secret. Ripeness was all.”
Edit, forty minutes later: I officially broke the test. I told it that if it was a chatbot, then I was a human. When it had no response to that and asked me to give it one, I offered, “You totally pwnt me, man.”
Don't worry, I offered feedback detailing the problem. I hope they keep my reply in some form, though. I think machine sarcasm would be a good one.