2014-10-14
Original: 2014-10-14 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
First person: It's nice to think that all the powers possessed by super-heroes will one day be possessed by regular humans, thanks to technology.
Panel 2:
Second person: Sure, but the flipside is that we're losing social skills. These will be the superpowers of the future.
First person: What do you mean?
Panel 3:
Caption: 500 YEARS LATER
A man with flame-like (yellow) hair: Good evening, Mister President! I am the Supervillain, Gregarious Man!
The President: Aaack! Give you anything! Just don't force me to make smalltalk!
Votey:
A person with a wide-open mouth and wild eyes, panicking: No eye contact! No eye contact!
First person: It's nice to think that all the powers possessed by super-heroes will one day be possessed by regular humans, thanks to technology.
Panel 2:
Second person: Sure, but the flipside is that we're losing social skills. These will be the superpowers of the future.
First person: What do you mean?
Panel 3:
Caption: 500 YEARS LATER
A man with flame-like (yellow) hair: Good evening, Mister President! I am the Supervillain, Gregarious Man!
The President: Aaack! Give you anything! Just don't force me to make smalltalk!
Votey:
A person with a wide-open mouth and wild eyes, panicking: No eye contact! No eye contact!
Alt text
A four-panel comic about social skills as future superpowers. Panel 1: A person optimistically says it's nice to think all superhero powers will one day belong to regular humans thanks to technology. Panel 2: Another person replies that the flipside is that we're losing social skills, and that these will be the superpowers of the future; the first person asks what they mean. Panel 3, captioned '500 YEARS LATER': A confident man with yellow flame-like hair announces himself as the supervillain 'Gregarious Man' to the President, who recoils in terror crying 'Aaack! Give you anything! Just don't force me to make smalltalk!' Votey aftercomic: A close-up of a wide-eyed, sweating person with a gaping panicked mouth shouting 'No eye contact! No eye contact!'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.