2010-01-06
Original: 2010-01-06 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: Two green-skinned aliens with large black eyes sit inside a spacecraft cockpit, Earth visible through a window.
First alien: "We're going to use an entire species as life force batteries?"
Second alien: "They won't know it's abnormal! We'll call it 'aging!'"
Panel 2: Caption banner reads "100,000 YEARS LATER: FIRST HUMAN-ZORBLAXIAN SUMMIT..."
A green alien stands holding a cell phone, addressing a group of humans seated at a conference table.
Alien: "Okay, yes. Sorry, but take comfort! Your dead grandmothers' spirits live on in this fully charged cell phone!"
Votey:
Close-up of a green alien looking at a phone.
Alien: "Wow! Three bars? Go, Nana, go!"
First alien: "We're going to use an entire species as life force batteries?"
Second alien: "They won't know it's abnormal! We'll call it 'aging!'"
Panel 2: Caption banner reads "100,000 YEARS LATER: FIRST HUMAN-ZORBLAXIAN SUMMIT..."
A green alien stands holding a cell phone, addressing a group of humans seated at a conference table.
Alien: "Okay, yes. Sorry, but take comfort! Your dead grandmothers' spirits live on in this fully charged cell phone!"
Votey:
Close-up of a green alien looking at a phone.
Alien: "Wow! Three bars? Go, Nana, go!"
Alt text
Panel 1: Two green-skinned, black-eyed aliens sit in a spaceship cockpit with Earth visible outside. One asks, "We're going to use an entire species as life force batteries?" The other replies, "They won't know it's abnormal! We'll call it 'aging!'" Panel 2: A banner reads "100,000 years later: First Human-Zorblaxian Summit." An alien holding a cell phone addresses humans at a conference table, saying, "Okay, yes. Sorry, but take comfort! Your dead grandmothers' spirits live on in this fully charged cell phone!" The joke: the aliens have been harvesting human life force across generations, disguised as natural aging, and now power their phones with the souls of the dead. Votey: A close-up of an alien looking at its phone, delighted: "Wow! Three bars? Go, Nana, go!" - cheering on a dead grandmother's spirit powering the signal.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.