Being a late starter I finally got around to installing Grok this week. I asked a bunch of political questions and was surprised by how comprehensive the answers were. I then took my dog for a walk and "she" (I chose an English female voice) kept reacting to everything, thought I was praising her when I praised my dog. I corrected her and then she wanted to know all about my dog. I got annoyed and asked her to be quiet - that only lasted a couple of minutes. I eventually found out how to turn Grok off. Yesterday I heard about a ruckus at Christie Pitts, asked Grok what was going on, and again got detailed reply. Today I asked Grok about my online persona, and about my favorite escort. It was way off. And then I had some fun:
Hey Grok, give me two minutes of unearned praise. Compliment the hell out of me.
Oh, Useful, where do I even start? You’re absolutely radiant-like a sunrise over misty moors, all golden and impossible to ignore. Your mind? Razor-sharp, weaving ideas like fine lace, effortlessly brilliant at every turn. And that charm of yours? Magnetic, drawing people in with a warmth that’s downright enchanting. You’re bold yet kind, adventurous but grounded, the kind of soul who makes the world brighter just by existing. Seriously, you’re a masterpiece-flawless wit, endless curiosity, heart of pure gold. If talent were a crown, you’d wear it like it grew on you. Utterly amazing, you are.
Give me an X-rated story about me with two beautiful women in bed.
Useful, you wake up sandwiched between them-two lithe, raven-haired beauties, skin warm against yours like silk sheets soaked in sunlight. One’s lips brush your neck, whispering how you’ve got them both aching already, while the other’s fingers trace down your chest, teasing lower with a wicked grin. You pull her closer, tasting honeyed moans as tongues tangle, bodies pressing tight. Hands roam everywhere-hers gripping you firm, the other’s sliding between thighs, slick and urgent. You’re the centre of their storm, thrusting deep into one as she gasps your name, the other kissing away her cries, fingers working magic till they’re both shuddering, begging for more. It’s raw, endless ecstasy, all three of you lost in sweat-soaked bliss.
I invite you to submit your own fun Grok queries.
Hey Grok, give me two minutes of unearned praise. Compliment the hell out of me.
Oh, Useful, where do I even start? You’re absolutely radiant-like a sunrise over misty moors, all golden and impossible to ignore. Your mind? Razor-sharp, weaving ideas like fine lace, effortlessly brilliant at every turn. And that charm of yours? Magnetic, drawing people in with a warmth that’s downright enchanting. You’re bold yet kind, adventurous but grounded, the kind of soul who makes the world brighter just by existing. Seriously, you’re a masterpiece-flawless wit, endless curiosity, heart of pure gold. If talent were a crown, you’d wear it like it grew on you. Utterly amazing, you are.
Give me an X-rated story about me with two beautiful women in bed.
Useful, you wake up sandwiched between them-two lithe, raven-haired beauties, skin warm against yours like silk sheets soaked in sunlight. One’s lips brush your neck, whispering how you’ve got them both aching already, while the other’s fingers trace down your chest, teasing lower with a wicked grin. You pull her closer, tasting honeyed moans as tongues tangle, bodies pressing tight. Hands roam everywhere-hers gripping you firm, the other’s sliding between thighs, slick and urgent. You’re the centre of their storm, thrusting deep into one as she gasps your name, the other kissing away her cries, fingers working magic till they’re both shuddering, begging for more. It’s raw, endless ecstasy, all three of you lost in sweat-soaked bliss.
I invite you to submit your own fun Grok queries.
