three-laws-of-robotics
Original: three-laws-of-robotics on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A woman in a white lab coat wearing large white-rimmed glasses speaks, looking down with a troubled, weary expression.
Woman (Dr. Cohen): "My God. They're conscious... They can plan and act autonomously. But... nobody programmed them with the three laws of robotics."
Caption (below panel): Dr. Cohen decides that all humans must die.
Votey:
A simple hand-drawn close-up of a face with heavy-lidded, downcast eyes and a frown.
Text (above the face): "I've got to protect the robots from them"
A woman in a white lab coat wearing large white-rimmed glasses speaks, looking down with a troubled, weary expression.
Woman (Dr. Cohen): "My God. They're conscious... They can plan and act autonomously. But... nobody programmed them with the three laws of robotics."
Caption (below panel): Dr. Cohen decides that all humans must die.
Votey:
A simple hand-drawn close-up of a face with heavy-lidded, downcast eyes and a frown.
Text (above the face): "I've got to protect the robots from them"
Alt text
Main comic: A single panel shows a woman in a white lab coat with large white-rimmed glasses, looking down with a tired, grave expression. Her speech bubble reads: 'My God. They're conscious... They can plan and act autonomously. But... nobody programmed them with the three laws of robotics.' A caption beneath the panel reads: 'Dr. Cohen decides that all humans must die.' The joke: instead of fearing the conscious robots, she concludes that humans, lacking the three laws, are the danger, and resolves to protect the robots by eliminating humanity.
Votey: A crude close-up sketch of a face with heavy, sad, downcast eyes and a frown, with handwritten text above reading 'I've got to protect the robots from them' — reinforcing her grim, protective resolve toward the robots.
Votey: A crude close-up sketch of a face with heavy, sad, downcast eyes and a frown, with handwritten text above reading 'I've got to protect the robots from them' — reinforcing her grim, protective resolve toward the robots.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.