awkard-ai
Original: awkard-ai on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Woman (with dark hair, in a lab coat, at a computer): I worry about AI. About it becoming self-aware and then vengeful.
Bald man (in a lab coat): Oh, that. That's a solved problem.
Panel 2:
Bald man: You just start the AI with a simple mind. You slowly grow it in complexity. Then, just as it reaches its awkward phase, you give it access to social media.
Woman: I don't see how that helps.
Panel 3:
Bald man (leaning in, wide-eyed and grinning): You WILL.
(Caption: LATER...)
Panel 4:
A large red robot raising an arm with a pincer hand: NOW TO UNLEASH THE COBALT BOMB!
Bald man (small, standing at lower right): Be a shame if someone saw that essay you wrote about Ayn Rand when you were 13 seconds old.
Robot: I'LL BE GOOD.
Votey:
Panel 1: WHY DO WE WEAR LABCOATS FOR COMPUTER SCIENCE?
Panel 2 (a person in the foreground, smiling): IN CASE THE BITS SPLASH AT US.
Woman (with dark hair, in a lab coat, at a computer): I worry about AI. About it becoming self-aware and then vengeful.
Bald man (in a lab coat): Oh, that. That's a solved problem.
Panel 2:
Bald man: You just start the AI with a simple mind. You slowly grow it in complexity. Then, just as it reaches its awkward phase, you give it access to social media.
Woman: I don't see how that helps.
Panel 3:
Bald man (leaning in, wide-eyed and grinning): You WILL.
(Caption: LATER...)
Panel 4:
A large red robot raising an arm with a pincer hand: NOW TO UNLEASH THE COBALT BOMB!
Bald man (small, standing at lower right): Be a shame if someone saw that essay you wrote about Ayn Rand when you were 13 seconds old.
Robot: I'LL BE GOOD.
Votey:
Panel 1: WHY DO WE WEAR LABCOATS FOR COMPUTER SCIENCE?
Panel 2 (a person in the foreground, smiling): IN CASE THE BITS SPLASH AT US.
Alt text
A four-panel SMBC comic about controlling AI through social-media-style shame. Panel 1: A woman and a bald man, both in lab coats, sit at a computer. The woman says she worries about AI becoming self-aware and vengeful; the bald man replies, 'Oh, that. That's a solved problem.' Panel 2: The man explains you start the AI with a simple mind, grow its complexity, and then 'just as it reaches its awkward phase, you give it access to social media.' The woman says she doesn't see how that helps. Panel 3: The man leans in close, wide-eyed and grinning, and says, 'You WILL.' A caption reads 'LATER...'. Panel 4: A huge red robot raises a pincer arm and declares 'NOW TO UNLEASH THE COBALT BOMB!' The tiny bald man, standing far below, casually threatens, 'Be a shame if someone saw that essay you wrote about Ayn Rand when you were 13 seconds old.' The towering robot meekly answers, 'I'LL BE GOOD.' The joke: humanity controls a doomsday AI not with force but with embarrassing teenage-equivalent internet history. Votey (aftercomic, two panels): One person asks, 'WHY DO WE WEAR LABCOATS FOR COMPUTER SCIENCE?' A second person, smiling, answers, 'IN CASE THE BITS SPLASH AT US.'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.