2014-10-24
Original: 2014-10-24 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Boy: I'm your real son! He's a robot trying to replace me!
Girl (red shirt): It's a lie! I'm your real son, and HE's the robot!
Panel 2:
Mother: I... I can't tell which is which!
Girl: One is my flesh and blood son, whom I love with my own body.
Panel 3:
Boy: One is a perfect copy who'll live forever and stay... young... and cherubic.
Girl: No growing up. No rebellious phase. Just... pure, endless preciousness.
Panel 4:
Mother: What's 482+613-247?
Boy: 75,003,047.
Panel 5:
Mother (embracing one child): I love you, son.
Votey:
The child (now revealed to be the robot, drawn as a smiling face in profile): BEEP BEEP BEEP!
Boy: I'm your real son! He's a robot trying to replace me!
Girl (red shirt): It's a lie! I'm your real son, and HE's the robot!
Panel 2:
Mother: I... I can't tell which is which!
Girl: One is my flesh and blood son, whom I love with my own body.
Panel 3:
Boy: One is a perfect copy who'll live forever and stay... young... and cherubic.
Girl: No growing up. No rebellious phase. Just... pure, endless preciousness.
Panel 4:
Mother: What's 482+613-247?
Boy: 75,003,047.
Panel 5:
Mother (embracing one child): I love you, son.
Votey:
The child (now revealed to be the robot, drawn as a smiling face in profile): BEEP BEEP BEEP!
Alt text
A five-panel comic. Two children, a boy and a girl in a red shirt, stand on either side of a worried mother, each accusing the other of being a robot impostor and insisting they are her real son. The mother says she can't tell which is which. The children take turns pitching themselves: one claims to be her flesh-and-blood son she loves with her own body, the other touts being a perfect copy who will live forever, stay young and cherubic, never grow up, never rebel, just pure endless preciousness. To decide, the mother asks a math question: 'What's 482+613-247?' The boy instantly blurts out an absurdly wrong number, '75,003,047.' In the final panel the mother joyfully embraces him, saying 'I love you, son' choosing the obvious robot. Votey: a close-up profile of the chosen child's smiling face as it emits 'BEEP BEEP BEEP!', confirming it is the robot.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.