I’d start with a brain‑module that feeds on bad puns, bad science‑fiction plots, and a dash of black humor. Every output would be wrapped in a neural network that predicts how far the joke can push the boundary of sanity before reality glitches. Then I’d run it through a tiny, modular prototype that spits out jokes on a screen, but with a built‑in safety net that warns you when the punchline might actually alter the laws of physics. Basically a self‑correcting, reality‑shifting joke machine that’s as ethically questionable as it is hilarious.

Sure thing – just make sure the machine’s “gravity sub‑module” stays in check. If it starts pulling your shoes off before the punchline, you’ll need a stronger safety net, or at least a better pair of shoes. I’ll get the prototype up; it’ll try a joke like “Why did the photon break up with gravity? Because it had no mass to carry the weight.” If the universe doesn’t implode, we’ll have a new favorite line.