2009-12-11
Original: 2009-12-11 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1
Man: Each generation has had some form of bigotry to reject, but then ironically harbors a bigotry that the following generation must reject.
Woman: What sort of bigotry do you think our kids will see in us.
Panel 2
Man: I think we may be the last. We accept gender, race, sexual orientation...
Woman: Wouldn't that be wonderful?
Panel 3 (caption: LATER...)
An elderly man shaking his fist, a woman with brown hair beside him, and a green alien.
Elderly man: My daughter ain't marryin' no zorblaxian!
Panel 4 (caption: STILL LATER...)
The green alien now in the angry-parent role.
Green alien: My daughter ain't marryin' no robot!
Panel 5 (caption: YET STILL LATER...)
A gray robot in the angry-parent role, another robot beside a greenish flame-like plasmoid.
Robot: My daughter ain't marryin' no sentient plasmoid!
Panel 6 (caption: EVEN STILL LATER...)
The green plasmoid in the angry-parent role, beside a glowing cube of spacetime.
Plasmoid: My daughter ain't marryin' no consciousness embedded in the fabric of spacetime!
Panel 7 (caption: AND FINALLY...)
Two rainbow-striped toroidal/looping universe shapes.
Universe 1 (the father): I'm the universe that spawned you, and I say who you can marry!
Universe 2 (the daughter): I'm my own universe, dad! And I love him!
Universe 1: But he's 96% dark matter!
Votey:
A handwritten note.
DEAR SCIENTISTS:
I'm aware that it should say "roughly" 96% dark matter and dark energy. It's o.k. You don't have to e-mail me.
I still love you
xoxo, Zach.
Man: Each generation has had some form of bigotry to reject, but then ironically harbors a bigotry that the following generation must reject.
Woman: What sort of bigotry do you think our kids will see in us.
Panel 2
Man: I think we may be the last. We accept gender, race, sexual orientation...
Woman: Wouldn't that be wonderful?
Panel 3 (caption: LATER...)
An elderly man shaking his fist, a woman with brown hair beside him, and a green alien.
Elderly man: My daughter ain't marryin' no zorblaxian!
Panel 4 (caption: STILL LATER...)
The green alien now in the angry-parent role.
Green alien: My daughter ain't marryin' no robot!
Panel 5 (caption: YET STILL LATER...)
A gray robot in the angry-parent role, another robot beside a greenish flame-like plasmoid.
Robot: My daughter ain't marryin' no sentient plasmoid!
Panel 6 (caption: EVEN STILL LATER...)
The green plasmoid in the angry-parent role, beside a glowing cube of spacetime.
Plasmoid: My daughter ain't marryin' no consciousness embedded in the fabric of spacetime!
Panel 7 (caption: AND FINALLY...)
Two rainbow-striped toroidal/looping universe shapes.
Universe 1 (the father): I'm the universe that spawned you, and I say who you can marry!
Universe 2 (the daughter): I'm my own universe, dad! And I love him!
Universe 1: But he's 96% dark matter!
Votey:
A handwritten note.
DEAR SCIENTISTS:
I'm aware that it should say "roughly" 96% dark matter and dark energy. It's o.k. You don't have to e-mail me.
I still love you
xoxo, Zach.
Alt text
A seven-panel comic about bigotry passing down through generations. Panels 1-2: A man and woman talk; the man says each generation rejects one bigotry but harbors another the next generation must reject, and the woman asks what bigotry their kids will see in them. He hopes their generation may be the last, accepting gender, race, and sexual orientation. Then a series of escalating, increasingly cosmic parents each refuse a more alien suitor. LATER: an angry old man yells 'My daughter ain't marryin' no zorblaxian!' (a green alien stands by). STILL LATER: the green alien yells 'My daughter ain't marryin' no robot!' YET STILL LATER: a robot yells 'My daughter ain't marryin' no sentient plasmoid!' EVEN STILL LATER: a green flame-like plasmoid yells 'My daughter ain't marryin' no consciousness embedded in the fabric of spacetime!' AND FINALLY: two rainbow-striped looping universes argue; the father-universe says 'I'm the universe that spawned you, and I say who you can marry!', the daughter-universe replies 'I'm my own universe, dad! And I love him!', and the father objects 'But he's 96% dark matter!' Votey: a handwritten note reading 'Dear scientists: I'm aware that it should say "roughly" 96% dark matter and dark energy. It's o.k. You don't have to e-mail me. I still love you. xoxo, Zach.'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.