machine-love
Original: machine-love on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Robot: Can you teach me to love?
Man with flame-like orange hair: No, machine. Love is not a product of physical law. It is an emergent aspect of the human brain!
Panel 2:
Robot: Is that all? Just a sec.
Panel 3:
(The robot works at a piece of machinery labeled "BioReactor," which makes a "BRRRR" sound. The man's hand is shown.)
Panel 4:
(The robot, now apparently having grown/produced a brain-like organ, looks transformed.)
Robot: Suddenly I want to see the genitalia of everyone with a good personality.
Man: That's only like 40% of love.
Votey:
Robot (speech bubble): Can I see your butt?
(A close-up of the man's face, looking unimpressed/deadpan.)
Robot: Can you teach me to love?
Man with flame-like orange hair: No, machine. Love is not a product of physical law. It is an emergent aspect of the human brain!
Panel 2:
Robot: Is that all? Just a sec.
Panel 3:
(The robot works at a piece of machinery labeled "BioReactor," which makes a "BRRRR" sound. The man's hand is shown.)
Panel 4:
(The robot, now apparently having grown/produced a brain-like organ, looks transformed.)
Robot: Suddenly I want to see the genitalia of everyone with a good personality.
Man: That's only like 40% of love.
Votey:
Robot (speech bubble): Can I see your butt?
(A close-up of the man's face, looking unimpressed/deadpan.)
Alt text
A four-panel SMBC comic. Panel 1: a boxy robot asks a man with flame-like orange hair, "Can you teach me to love?" The man replies, "No, machine. Love is not a product of physical law. It is an emergent aspect of the human brain!" Panel 2: the robot says, "Is that all? Just a sec." Panel 3: the robot operates a machine labeled "BioReactor" that goes "BRRRR," growing biological tissue. Panel 4: the now-transformed robot declares, "Suddenly I want to see the genitalia of everyone with a good personality." The man deadpans, "That's only like 40% of love." Votey: the robot's speech bubble asks, "Can I see your butt?" beside a close-up of the man's unimpressed face. The joke is that the robot's attempt to engineer love into itself produces only crude lust.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.