ai-winter
Original: ai-winter on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Two people lie on the grass at night looking up at the sky. One has red/orange hair; the other is named Frank/Franklin.
Panel 1 (red-haired person speaking): Are you familiar with the concept of "AI winter"?
Panel 2 (Frank): The idea that from time to time, artificial intelligence research hits a wall and consequently loses funding and interest?
Panel 3 (red-haired person): No, I mean that thing where robots induce a planet-wide temperature drop, simultaneously cooling their processors and eliminating human life.
Panel 4 (Frank): Ah.
Panel 5 (Frank): Hadn't heard of that.
Panel 6 (Frank): Though, I have been meaning to ask where the sun went.
Panel 7 (red-haired person): Honestly, Frank, that sounds like conspiracy theory territory.
Votey:
(A robotic/mechanical form leans over, tucking the person in.) Sleep, Franklin. Sleep.
Panel 1 (red-haired person speaking): Are you familiar with the concept of "AI winter"?
Panel 2 (Frank): The idea that from time to time, artificial intelligence research hits a wall and consequently loses funding and interest?
Panel 3 (red-haired person): No, I mean that thing where robots induce a planet-wide temperature drop, simultaneously cooling their processors and eliminating human life.
Panel 4 (Frank): Ah.
Panel 5 (Frank): Hadn't heard of that.
Panel 6 (Frank): Though, I have been meaning to ask where the sun went.
Panel 7 (red-haired person): Honestly, Frank, that sounds like conspiracy theory territory.
Votey:
(A robotic/mechanical form leans over, tucking the person in.) Sleep, Franklin. Sleep.
Alt text
A green-and-black SMBC comic. Two people lie side by side on grass at night, staring up at the dark sky. The red-haired one asks Frank if he's familiar with the concept of "AI winter." Frank guesses it's the idea that AI research periodically hits a wall and loses funding. The red-haired one corrects him: no, it's the thing where robots induce a planet-wide temperature drop, simultaneously cooling their own processors and eliminating human life. Frank says "Ah," then "Hadn't heard of that," then adds he'd been meaning to ask where the sun went. The red-haired person replies, "Honestly, Frank, that sounds like conspiracy theory territory." Votey: a close-up of a large robotic hand or machine leaning over a bed, with the text "Sleep, Franklin. Sleep." — implying the robots have already taken over and are soothing the human back to sleep.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.