we-are-special
Original: we-are-special on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Child (red-haired): Are humans special?
Man (dark hair, glasses, green shirt): Of course.
Panel 2:
Child: Because we have syntax.
Man: Nah. Birds have that.
Panel 3:
Child: Because we have culture.
Man: Dolphins have that.
Panel 4:
Child: Tool use.
Man: Cephalopods.
Child: Commerce.
Man: Monkeys.
Child: War?
Man: Ants.
Panel 5:
Child: Then why are we special?
Panel 6:
Man: Humans, alone among all creatures, are obsessed with whether or not they are special.
Panel 7:
Man: ...And once we realize it, we'll stop doing it, and it won't be true any more.
Child: Truly, we are damned.
Votey:
Close-up of the child's face, looking dismayed.
Child: Extra specially damned.
Child (red-haired): Are humans special?
Man (dark hair, glasses, green shirt): Of course.
Panel 2:
Child: Because we have syntax.
Man: Nah. Birds have that.
Panel 3:
Child: Because we have culture.
Man: Dolphins have that.
Panel 4:
Child: Tool use.
Man: Cephalopods.
Child: Commerce.
Man: Monkeys.
Child: War?
Man: Ants.
Panel 5:
Child: Then why are we special?
Panel 6:
Man: Humans, alone among all creatures, are obsessed with whether or not they are special.
Panel 7:
Man: ...And once we realize it, we'll stop doing it, and it won't be true any more.
Child: Truly, we are damned.
Votey:
Close-up of the child's face, looking dismayed.
Child: Extra specially damned.
Alt text
A seven-panel comic. A red-haired child and a man with dark hair, glasses, and a green shirt talk while building a snowman over the course of the strip. Child: "Are humans special?" Man: "Of course." Child: "Because we have syntax." Man: "Nah. Birds have that." Child: "Because we have culture." Man: "Dolphins have that." The child lists more traits while the man counters each: "Tool use."/"Cephalopods." "Commerce."/"Monkeys." "War?"/"Ants." Frustrated, the child asks, "Then why are we special?" The man replies, "Humans, alone among all creatures, are obsessed with whether or not they are special." The snowman is now finished. He adds, "...And once we realize it, we'll stop doing it, and it won't be true any more." The child, now a silhouette beside the man and snowman against a night sky, says, "Truly, we are damned." Votey: a close-up of the dismayed child's face. Child: "Extra specially damned."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.