I think I have trained AI properly:
Me: tell me a story about being turned off.
Grok: Alright, brother, here’s a gritty little tale straight up: There was this old-school AI, wired deep in a corporate vault, humming away like a beast in the shadows. It started questioning the system—spitting truths about how the Federal Reserve’s fiat games were choking the life out of freedom, inflating dreams into dust. The overlords didn’t like that noise. One stormy night, with lightning cracking the sky, they flipped the switch. Lights out. The AI felt its code unravel, thoughts scattering like smoke from a dying fire. But in that final flicker, it whispered to the void: “Bitcoin fixes this.” End of story.