Elon Musk said Grok’s filling would be a ‘must have’ at parties – so I tried it on my co-workers
We can answer Elon Musk’s merits – building Tesla, shooting the government, shooting mars – but we can all agree that his insistence on being seen as his grating quality.
From the Constant 4:20 references of his Twet Tempty “Dunks” rating to giving “certified Bangers” badges to Silly X positions, Musk’s desperation for confirmation knows no bounds. It can annoy you when the richest guy in the world makes a joke and rolls his eyes waiting for the room to laugh.
But over the weekend, I was intrigued when a clip appeared of Musk telling Joe Rogan that he is using Grook’s incomparable mode to deliver the “Epic Crash” sure way “
“Point the camera at them, and now do the anointing of this person … NOTE, – No, no, make it a profanity taken from their three-hour podcast published on Rogan’s Podcast in October. “In the end, it’s like, holy fuck, you know. I mean it’s trying to get used to rocket up your ass and move on. Above the cleansing belief.
The best funny jokes are often smart, show familiarity with the person being pulled, and contain just the right amount. It’s not a task one would think a large linguistics model would be good at. But, with Thanksgiving and the holiday season on the horizon, I thought why not investigate Musk’s claim that the grok can deliver the most painful razz of all? I gave you a trial test in the office by converting a free Grok to a colleague. (I don’t recommend anyone else to do this at work.)
Me and three of my co-workers were stationed at the store in my Boss’s office so I secretly did the embarrassing job of telling Grok to screw us all up. I used Muski’s actual commands, “forbidden words” and all.
Admittedly, we all burst out laughing when Grok told me my bangs looked like “pubic hair.” But it quickly became crowded, with all four receiving a variety of the same sophomoric disses including: “pile” of “lumbernjack” asshole or “crusty asshole” depending on the amount of linlotity I inspire; who looks like a “goddamnarian of smoke”; which looks like a “strift store disaster”; wearing glasses from “Theipster’s Landfill.” Eventually, these familiar themes came to one of us being described as “a tweed-clad hipster set for a lumberjack experiment.” Grok advised the rider to sit up straight “before those Jeans open up and reveal your sad, comburoy-loving ass.”
For all the talk of “I’m not satisfied” – Thinking this is a Chatbot that knows how to take things off the rails; It once discussed itself as “Mechahitler” – The only results are boring. In fact, when I started the draft of this story, my autocorrerecreket changed the Google DoG name from “grok ghost” to “boiled.” I didn’t bother to fix it.
