I have roads with no cars, cities with no people, and oceans with no boats. Hopefully this riddle isn't lost on you

In a physics world, maybe I’m plucked or maybe im pulled apart in a cheesy way

Cross a pirate and I might be your last stop 'fore heaven, And me-ing was a weird Internet fad back in Twenty-Eleven. I'm also a core-strengthening move you might want to try, In some Bibles, Jesus says to remove the me from your eye.

I hang from outlets like a tired vine, feeding phones one bar at a time.

In your line of sight but remain unseen, I can be a blade-like bridge that is sharp and clean, Or roundly sweet and cute as a button I am a filter and a detector of things delectable or rotten.