I shove my phone up my ass so that any surreptitious recordings are muffled and obscured. I also wrap my phone in foil, but that's just for texture. Also, this is completely unrelated to sex.
I highly doubt an AI agent that's ready to suggest nuking everyone
That Nazi CEO swore up and down that we could inhabit Mars if we just nuked the crap out of it. AI doesn't have the ability to come up with these kinds of statements on its own, which means that it was fed content with people already identifying nukes as a solution to anything.
The sad part is that you're not too far off from many fields of research. For example, research in neurodegenerative diseases in humans tested on mouse models means acquiring mice with diseases that they can't get. So, you instead use gene-edited or generically engineered mice that are designed to exhibit all of the symptoms of a human neurodegenerative disease, and then try changing those symptoms in the mice in hopes that you'll learn something that can be translated to humans.
To point 5: there are companies that sell electric crate motors, pre-configured to couple with your transmission's bell housing. Hell, some of these companies sell the entire conversation kit, or will do the entire conversation for you. These conversions give you a completely offline electric car that keeps an older car from going to a junkyard, and reduces the materials needed for an updated car on the road. Also, if someone is concerned that a new electric car has the same carbon footprint as an internal combustion vehicle, recycled and reclaimed batteries are an incredible option.
If you're going to do one of these conversions on a standard transmission car, you'll probably want to pay some professionals anyway to tune it so that you don't shred your clutch when you shift. I almost did this with my old '95 Explorer, but it had some suspension issues that I wasn't willing to tackle at the same time. Plus, my neighbor told me that one of his friends had their car destroyed in a flood, but talked about how they always wanted a classic Explorer in exactly my color, so I gave it to her.
I love helping and working on things. What kind of things? I dunno. Tell me what you're doing. Now we're doing it. I don't even care if there's a product or end in sight. I just like to do a something, and in the process, try to discover what this something is or what else it can do if we did it wrong.
I wouldn't call myself a boot-licker, but I'd totally work to find out what angle and pressure is most effective for licking boots, and then try to find out if it can be applied to ice cream.
My point being that you sound like a very special person with a specialized focus and set of skills. But those who are worried about productivity would still have freaks like me. The ones who can find the bright side of a turd, and even roll it up a hill if you can let me find the mentally simulating aspects.
I shove my phone up my ass so that any surreptitious recordings are muffled and obscured. I also wrap my phone in foil, but that's just for texture. Also, this is completely unrelated to sex.