2015-02-04
Original: 2015-02-04 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Man (pale, dark hair): Suppose you could experience real life, or you could step in to this box. Which do you choose?
Woman (dark hair, brown skin): Yeah, I know it's a wonderful, unreal pleasure box.
Panel 2:
Man: No. I wouldn't get in. I would want to experience REAL life.
Woman: No, it's just a box. Like a regular box.
Panel 3:
Man: What?
Panel 4:
Woman (gesturing to an open wooden box): This box. Check it out.
Panel 5 (the two stand looking into the open box):
Man: There's no email in there. In fact, there's no one at all.
Panel 6:
Man (now inside/at the box, peering out): Leave me here.
Votey:
Man (eyes closed, glasses, peaceful expression, thought/speech in jagged bubble): I feel so liberated.
Man (pale, dark hair): Suppose you could experience real life, or you could step in to this box. Which do you choose?
Woman (dark hair, brown skin): Yeah, I know it's a wonderful, unreal pleasure box.
Panel 2:
Man: No. I wouldn't get in. I would want to experience REAL life.
Woman: No, it's just a box. Like a regular box.
Panel 3:
Man: What?
Panel 4:
Woman (gesturing to an open wooden box): This box. Check it out.
Panel 5 (the two stand looking into the open box):
Man: There's no email in there. In fact, there's no one at all.
Panel 6:
Man (now inside/at the box, peering out): Leave me here.
Votey:
Man (eyes closed, glasses, peaceful expression, thought/speech in jagged bubble): I feel so liberated.
Alt text
A six-panel comic. A man asks a woman whether she would experience real life or step into a box, assuming it is a wonderful unreal pleasure box like in a philosophy thought experiment. She corrects him: it is just an ordinary wooden box. Confused, he says 'What?' She gestures to an open wooden box and says 'Check it out.' Looking inside, the man marvels that there is no email in there, in fact no one at all. In the final panel he climbs in and says 'Leave me here,' delighted by the emptiness and disconnection. Votey: a close-up of the man's face, eyes closed and serene, thinking 'I feel so liberated.'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.