space-2
Original: space-2 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A woman (dark hair, pink top) holds out a tablet/device toward a man, excited.
Man: MUSGRAVE! YOU'VE BEEN HOLDING OUT ON ME!
Woman: WHAT?
Panel 2:
Woman: LOOK AT THIS SEX HYPERCUBE!
Panel 3:
Man: FOUR DIMENSIONS. STYLE. POSITION. LOCATION. STATE OF MIND.
Woman: SEE THIS LITTLE PINK BLIP HERE? THAT IS THE JOINT REGION WE ARE CURRENTLY ACCESSING.
(A small diagram/cube glows on the device screen.)
Panel 4:
Man: AND THAT'S THE SIMPLIFIED MODEL! IF WE EXPAND TO A MORE APPROPRIATE 18 DIMENSIONS OF SEX, MY CALCULATIONS SHOW WE'VE ENCOUNTERED NO MORE THAN 0.01% OF DOINKSPACE!
Panel 5:
Woman: SOME OF THESE REGIONS APPEAR TO BE FORBIDDEN BY PHYSICS.
Man: AWYISS! PHYSICS!
Panel 6:
Man: THIS WHOLE QUADRANT REQUIRES MY PENIS TO BE A CLOSED TIMELIKE CURVE.
Panel 7:
Woman (now looking deflated, sitting): I GUESS I THOUGHT I HAD A REAL MAN.
Votey:
Woman (thinking/speaking, looking disappointed): I GUESS TIME-TRAVELING PENISES WILL JUST REMAIN A FANTASY THEN.
A woman (dark hair, pink top) holds out a tablet/device toward a man, excited.
Man: MUSGRAVE! YOU'VE BEEN HOLDING OUT ON ME!
Woman: WHAT?
Panel 2:
Woman: LOOK AT THIS SEX HYPERCUBE!
Panel 3:
Man: FOUR DIMENSIONS. STYLE. POSITION. LOCATION. STATE OF MIND.
Woman: SEE THIS LITTLE PINK BLIP HERE? THAT IS THE JOINT REGION WE ARE CURRENTLY ACCESSING.
(A small diagram/cube glows on the device screen.)
Panel 4:
Man: AND THAT'S THE SIMPLIFIED MODEL! IF WE EXPAND TO A MORE APPROPRIATE 18 DIMENSIONS OF SEX, MY CALCULATIONS SHOW WE'VE ENCOUNTERED NO MORE THAN 0.01% OF DOINKSPACE!
Panel 5:
Woman: SOME OF THESE REGIONS APPEAR TO BE FORBIDDEN BY PHYSICS.
Man: AWYISS! PHYSICS!
Panel 6:
Man: THIS WHOLE QUADRANT REQUIRES MY PENIS TO BE A CLOSED TIMELIKE CURVE.
Panel 7:
Woman (now looking deflated, sitting): I GUESS I THOUGHT I HAD A REAL MAN.
Votey:
Woman (thinking/speaking, looking disappointed): I GUESS TIME-TRAVELING PENISES WILL JUST REMAIN A FANTASY THEN.
Alt text
A seven-panel black-and-white comic about a couple geeking out over an absurdly over-mathematical model of their sex life. An excited man tells a dark-haired woman, 'Musgrave! You've been holding out on me!' She asks what, and he says, 'Look at this sex hypercube!' He explains a four-dimensional model (style, position, location, state of mind) shown as a small glowing cube on a tablet, pointing to a pink blip as 'the joint region we are currently accessing.' He escalates: in a more appropriate 18 dimensions of sex, his calculations show they've encountered 'no more than 0.01% of doinkspace.' She notes some regions appear 'forbidden by physics,' and he cheers 'Awyiss! Physics!' He then says one whole quadrant requires his penis to be a closed timelike curve. In the final panel she sits deflated, silhouetted, saying, 'I guess I thought I had a real man.' Votey: the woman, disappointed, says, 'I guess time-traveling penises will just remain a fantasy then.'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.