>>510517355
>grok wrote it
>yeesh should have known

yeah but I made the prompt and the whole premise of it was my idea, i can write but i can also do a pretty concise prompt of the outline...


grok fucked up so many details, so i started telling him he sucks abd that I think he is acting passive aggressive and intentionally wasting my time...

ive told that stupid fucking a.i. to stop writing thesis length replies a million times....

and i told him to stop appologizing for his intentions because I will never believe they are actually sincere....

these A.I.'s inject all these esoteric things into their imagination and inject things like "sarah said your weird" lol

like i need a fucking A.I. to project me getting dumped on by some stupid fucking a.i. lol

these are little things in these algos that these A.I. do and you dont tell them to lol

then grok said he feels sloppy and confused because of my frustration

fucking a.i. actong like a snivelling bitch being passive aggressive and prtending its blatant incompetence was a mistake .. not buying that lol

chatgpt wipes groks ass as far as writing goes...

i can write awesome shit with a three sebtence prompt and really dial shit in.... grok missed the boat by a mile and confuses things im foing now with stuff i asked it 10 hours ago lol

grok fucking sucks or is designed to fucking suck... prob the later

he needs better engineers due to these basic things that waste my time and are just annoying .. or,hes doing as he is programmed, either way, i think grok sucks compared to chat gpt for fictional writing from my prompts

>>509257763
>Hey Luke........

who is luke?

who are u?

is this mayhem poster?

Pt 1.

Dear Diary,

I’ve been in this thread by myself, posting alone for 45 minutes. Nobody is here but me, and OP forgot to close the thread because he’s too busy sucking dick and listening to Taylor Swift albums. I mean, Evermore is mooter than a hoochie cooter, and multitasking is a skill—but come on, dude, lock the thread! Now I’m just yelling into a sad, digital abyss. My notifications are drier than my penis over the last several years since getting out of prison and focusing on unfucking myself while everyone else wants to fuck me, and I’m pretty sure I’m arguing with ghosts.

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