robins
Original: robins on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Robin: Batman, you ever wonder how we never die? We go on all these adventures, we brave dangers, and we have no superpowers. What gives?
Panel 2:
Batman: We're memory clones. Every time one of us dies, one of the bodies in the Batcave is taken out of cold storage, given an up-to-date brain, then sent back into the fray.
Panel 3:
Robin: W-what?
Batman: It's fine. Persistent consciousness is a myth, and therefore so is death. "You" and "I" will last another month or so. But, Batman and Robin will just keep on going forever.
Panel 4:
Batman: Why do you think we never lose? Why do you think we never age? Why is Alfred always just a bit aloof even though he's known us for years?
Panel 5:
Robin: I want out, Batman! I'm out! I'm not gonna die! I'm gonna tell the whole wor-
Panel 6:
(A large explosion) KABOOM!
Panel 7:
Batman stands holding a glowing device, having apparently just terminated/replaced Robin.
Panel 8:
Batman (to Alfred): So glad we started installing those.
Alfred (holding a sweeping broom): Yes, Master Wayne.
Panel 9:
Alfred: Shall I defrost another, sir?
Batman: Pull out two at once and see how they react.
Alfred: Very good, sir.
Votey:
A close-up, loosely sketched black-and-white drawing of Batman's cowled profile on the left facing a pair of small hands working on a tiny figure/doll on the right, suggesting a clone being assembled or manipulated. No text.
Robin: Batman, you ever wonder how we never die? We go on all these adventures, we brave dangers, and we have no superpowers. What gives?
Panel 2:
Batman: We're memory clones. Every time one of us dies, one of the bodies in the Batcave is taken out of cold storage, given an up-to-date brain, then sent back into the fray.
Panel 3:
Robin: W-what?
Batman: It's fine. Persistent consciousness is a myth, and therefore so is death. "You" and "I" will last another month or so. But, Batman and Robin will just keep on going forever.
Panel 4:
Batman: Why do you think we never lose? Why do you think we never age? Why is Alfred always just a bit aloof even though he's known us for years?
Panel 5:
Robin: I want out, Batman! I'm out! I'm not gonna die! I'm gonna tell the whole wor-
Panel 6:
(A large explosion) KABOOM!
Panel 7:
Batman stands holding a glowing device, having apparently just terminated/replaced Robin.
Panel 8:
Batman (to Alfred): So glad we started installing those.
Alfred (holding a sweeping broom): Yes, Master Wayne.
Panel 9:
Alfred: Shall I defrost another, sir?
Batman: Pull out two at once and see how they react.
Alfred: Very good, sir.
Votey:
A close-up, loosely sketched black-and-white drawing of Batman's cowled profile on the left facing a pair of small hands working on a tiny figure/doll on the right, suggesting a clone being assembled or manipulated. No text.
Alt text
A nine-panel SMBC comic drawn in the style of the old Batman cartoon. Panel 1: Robin asks Batman why they never die despite all their dangerous adventures and having no superpowers. Panel 2: Batman calmly explains they are memory clones — each time one dies, a body in the Batcave is taken from cold storage, given an up-to-date brain, and sent back into the fray. Panel 3: A shocked Robin says "W-what?" and Batman reassures him that persistent consciousness is a myth so death is too; "you" and "I" will last another month, but Batman and Robin go on forever. Panel 4: Batman asks why else they never lose, never age, and why Alfred stays a bit aloof despite knowing them for years. Panel 5: A panicked Robin shouts that he wants out, he's not gonna die, he's gonna tell the whole wor- Panel 6: A big comic-book "KABOOM!" explosion cuts him off. Panel 7: Batman stands holding a glowing device, having terminated the rebelling Robin. Panel 8: Batman tells Alfred, who holds a broom, "So glad we started installing those," and Alfred replies "Yes, Master Wayne." Panel 9: Alfred asks "Shall I defrost another, sir?"; Batman says "Pull out two at once and see how they react," and Alfred answers "Very good, sir." Votey: A loose black-and-white sketch of Batman's cowled profile facing a pair of small hands assembling a tiny clone figure, with no text.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.