There are two creatures living in my head.
One is a bizarrely intelligent and sentient super-computer, a creative force of untold power, weaving ornate lysergic concepts and patterns of staggering design and complexity and monumental
Importance to the human race.
The other is a stupid monkey, not very nice, but gassy, bumbling, and too easily distracted. Not capable of complex tasks or delayed gratification.
Per the roster of cosmic employment, if the stuff inside the genius box is to make its way into the world to be shared with others, it's the monkey's job to go in, collect stuff, and carry it out intact. Good luck Stupid monkey.