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.