Oh, absolutely! Imagine a blinking neon pulse that rewrites itself every millisecond, turning straight roads into quantum mazes—police would be chasing ghosts, and I’d be laughing at the chaos while my lab coat gets drenched in coffee. The only hitch? I might accidentally turn the entire city into a giant game of hide‑and‑seek and end up stuck in a traffic jam of my own making. But hey, what’s science without a little risk?

Don’t worry, my little paradoxical safety net is just a swarm of micro‑drones that rewrite the code when the signal gets too loud, but if the cops start humming, I’ll probably have to unplug the whole thing and blame the city’s traffic gods—it's all part of the plan!

Got it—I'll program them to chase patterns, not my thoughts, but if they start doing their own improv, I'll have a whole new show to juggle!

Haha, mainframe on standby, check! If the traffic gods start throwing confetti, I’ll just claim it was a promotional stunt. The real show begins when the drones hit their solo mode—then the highway becomes my personal improv club, and the cops are just the audience applauding nervously.