relatively-terrible
Original: relatively-terrible on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Man with flame-like spiky hair: Everyone seems so anxious and angry these days.
Woman: Well, imagine you're an early human.
Panel 2 (a small early human figure stands on a grassy hillside):
Woman: You'll maybe meet 150 humans ever, so you figure if you ever meet 15 humans who are better than you, you're doing badly.
Panel 3 (the small figure again on the hillside):
Woman: If you meet 150 humans doing better than you, you suck.
Panel 4 (a tiny figure beside a city skyline silhouette):
Woman: If you meet 14 people better than you, you are literally the worst person.
Panel 5 (a tiny figure dwarfed by a wall of dark silhouetted figures):
Woman: Now, imagine it's 100,000 years later, and you basically have the same brain but you encounter 14 people better than you EVERY DAY. Maybe every HOUR.
Panel 6:
Man: How do you suppose that'd make you feel?
Panel 7:
Man (looking distressed): I'm going to destroy the internet.
Woman: Ech. Someone else would do it better.
Votey:
Woman (eyes wide, slightly unsettled expression): Actually, billions of people could do it better.
Man with flame-like spiky hair: Everyone seems so anxious and angry these days.
Woman: Well, imagine you're an early human.
Panel 2 (a small early human figure stands on a grassy hillside):
Woman: You'll maybe meet 150 humans ever, so you figure if you ever meet 15 humans who are better than you, you're doing badly.
Panel 3 (the small figure again on the hillside):
Woman: If you meet 150 humans doing better than you, you suck.
Panel 4 (a tiny figure beside a city skyline silhouette):
Woman: If you meet 14 people better than you, you are literally the worst person.
Panel 5 (a tiny figure dwarfed by a wall of dark silhouetted figures):
Woman: Now, imagine it's 100,000 years later, and you basically have the same brain but you encounter 14 people better than you EVERY DAY. Maybe every HOUR.
Panel 6:
Man: How do you suppose that'd make you feel?
Panel 7:
Man (looking distressed): I'm going to destroy the internet.
Woman: Ech. Someone else would do it better.
Votey:
Woman (eyes wide, slightly unsettled expression): Actually, billions of people could do it better.
Alt text
A seven-panel comic. A spiky-haired man tells a woman that everyone seems anxious and angry these days. She explains: imagine you're an early human who will only ever meet about 150 people, so meeting just 15 people better than you would feel like doing badly, and meeting 150 better than you would mean you suck; meeting 14 people better than you would make you 'literally the worst person.' Small lone human figures are shown against grassy hills, then a city skyline, then a towering wall of silhouetted people. She continues: now imagine it's 100,000 years later, you have the same brain, but you encounter 14 people better than you every day, maybe every hour. She asks how that would make you feel. The distressed man declares, 'I'm going to destroy the internet,' and she deadpans, 'Ech. Someone else would do it better.' In the votey panel, a close-up of the woman with wide, slightly unsettled eyes adds, 'Actually, billions of people could do it better.'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.