augmented-reality-2
Original: augmented-reality-2 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Main comic:
A person wearing an augmented reality headset/visor speaks to two other people who are also wearing AR visors.
Speaker (person with light hair and visor): "Thanks to our augmented reality technology, instead of having to look at a calendar to know your age, you'll just always see death himself in the distance for now but drawing ever closer!"
Caption below the panel: "I'm a big fan of intuitive data displays."
Votey:
A white line-drawing on a black background depicts a skull (representing Death) at the end of a long, looping, dwindling path/tail that trails off into the distance.
Death (the skull), with a small speech: "Hey."
A person wearing an augmented reality headset/visor speaks to two other people who are also wearing AR visors.
Speaker (person with light hair and visor): "Thanks to our augmented reality technology, instead of having to look at a calendar to know your age, you'll just always see death himself in the distance for now but drawing ever closer!"
Caption below the panel: "I'm a big fan of intuitive data displays."
Votey:
A white line-drawing on a black background depicts a skull (representing Death) at the end of a long, looping, dwindling path/tail that trails off into the distance.
Death (the skull), with a small speech: "Hey."
Alt text
Main comic: A single panel showing three people wearing augmented-reality visors over their eyes. The one in front, a person with light hair, addresses the others: "Thanks to our augmented reality technology, instead of having to look at a calendar to know your age, you'll just always see death himself in the distance for now but drawing ever closer!" A caption beneath reads: "I'm a big fan of intuitive data displays." The joke: an AR display of one's lifespan rendered as a constant, looming view of Death approaching.
Votey: A white-on-black sketch of a grinning skull (Death) sitting at the far end of a long, looping line that recedes into the distance, as if seen across a great gap. Death casually says, "Hey."
Votey: A white-on-black sketch of a grinning skull (Death) sitting at the far end of a long, looping line that recedes into the distance, as if seen across a great gap. Death casually says, "Hey."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.