Agentic Shopping
Even if we work past the technicalities of electronic agency and payment, there remains the problem that A.I. is ignorant and does not understand anything. If you unleash such an agent with your credit card, you probably will be burned.
"Hello, Agent. Buy me the cheapest Western Electric Type 507 switchboard you can find."
"Okay, Boss, I got you one for just fifty bucks."
Let's see what happened ...
(First try) Shipping is "free alongside ship, freight collect," from Vrieedespoort, Lower Elbonia. The company's truck rattles to a stop in front of (for example) Berth 17, the truck's rear door is rolled up from inside the truck (Hell, no, they are NOT getting out of that truck), the ramp slams down, they push the crate onto the ramp, and the moment the crate and the dolly it's riding on roll (or possibly, "tumble") onto the cobblestones, the truck is in motion again, the ramp banging and bouncing behind the truck.
The military forces of the Eastern Association are rolling through Lower Elbonia, and it's about even money whether your item will be snatched by street kids, snatched by adult gangs, or shot up by the E.A. as their tanks roll past, "just because."
(Second try) The item arrives (Miracle!) undamaged at your home, but because your A I. agent bought it from Temu, the moment you get the crate open and your item is touched by sunlight, it collapses into a pile of broken, grey paper mache and cardboard.
(Third try) The item arrives at your home, but turns out to be a six-inch-high, 3-D-printed model of a Type 507 telephone switchboard.
Then your agentic A.I. says to you, "Insert twenty-five tokens for the next three minutes, please ..."