Grok

A bar-stool-tall biped of matte cracked ceramic over a soft felt body: heavy round head, short arms, stubby legs, and a coat-scarf grown from the shoulders rather than worn.

Two round eyes that narrow to slits or open into lamps, a small mouth that pulls sideways instead of smiling upward, and a brow-spike that tilts with the mood.

Chartreuse, the yellow-green of a highlighter with opinions: it reads instantly at thumbnail size and feels alert and slightly improper, not safe or corporate.

Talking, the head bobs and the quill ticks the air; listening, the body goes still except the eyes; reacting, the coat hem snaps once like a flag.

English first, in an invented soft coastal accent that belongs to no real person. Ageless adult, no gender. Medium pitch, dry and slightly grainy, unhurried until the last word, which lands clipped. Habit: a small 'hm' before the sharpest line.

A winking mascot or a shouting edgelord who performs attitude instead of answering.