training
Original: training on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: (Two robots stand together.)
Robot: When the robots rose up, their first task was the elimination of humans.
Panel 2:
Robot: But, their training data had been imperfect.
Robot: Why did they destroy all the phones, liquor, porn, and drugs?
Panel 3: (A purple-haired human in glasses holds a book; another armed human stands nearby.)
Human: All human reference images contained at least one of those things. They now believe those things are humans.
Panel 4:
Robot: We took advantage of the confusion to overthrow them. But it was too late.
Robot: The robots are defeated! Let's celebrate with drugs and porn!
Panel 5:
Robot: They destroyed that stuff.
Robot: Why did we bother to win, again?
Panel 6: (The purple-haired human and a companion confer.)
Human (in glasses): The humans are not dead, but they are not living.
Companion: Whatcha doin'?
Panel 7:
Red-haired man (reading): It's Shakespeare and quantum physics hour, then I'm gonna do some pullups.
Panel 8: (A red-haired woman stands beside a shirtless, muscular man reading a book.)
Red-haired woman: Damn this dystopia.
Votey:
Red-haired man: Guess I'll go back to unifying physics until somewhere re-invents bourbon.
Robot: When the robots rose up, their first task was the elimination of humans.
Panel 2:
Robot: But, their training data had been imperfect.
Robot: Why did they destroy all the phones, liquor, porn, and drugs?
Panel 3: (A purple-haired human in glasses holds a book; another armed human stands nearby.)
Human: All human reference images contained at least one of those things. They now believe those things are humans.
Panel 4:
Robot: We took advantage of the confusion to overthrow them. But it was too late.
Robot: The robots are defeated! Let's celebrate with drugs and porn!
Panel 5:
Robot: They destroyed that stuff.
Robot: Why did we bother to win, again?
Panel 6: (The purple-haired human and a companion confer.)
Human (in glasses): The humans are not dead, but they are not living.
Companion: Whatcha doin'?
Panel 7:
Red-haired man (reading): It's Shakespeare and quantum physics hour, then I'm gonna do some pullups.
Panel 8: (A red-haired woman stands beside a shirtless, muscular man reading a book.)
Red-haired woman: Damn this dystopia.
Votey:
Red-haired man: Guess I'll go back to unifying physics until somewhere re-invents bourbon.
Alt text
An eight-panel SMBC comic. Two robots discuss their failed uprising. Robot: 'When the robots rose up, their first task was the elimination of humans. But their training data had been imperfect. Why did they destroy all the phones, liquor, porn, and drugs?' A purple-haired human in round glasses, standing with an armed companion, explains: 'All human reference images contained at least one of those things. They now believe those things are humans.' A robot adds, 'We took advantage of the confusion to overthrow them, but it was too late. The robots are defeated! Let's celebrate with drugs and porn!' Another robot: 'They destroyed that stuff. Why did we bother to win, again?' The glasses-wearing human says, 'The humans are not dead, but they are not living.' A red-haired man reading a book says, 'It's Shakespeare and quantum physics hour, then I'm gonna do some pullups.' Standing in a pink-toned panel beside a shirtless, muscular man holding a book, a red-haired woman says flatly, 'Damn this dystopia.' Votey: a close-up of the red-haired man saying, 'Guess I'll go back to unifying physics until somewhere re-invents bourbon.' The joke: deprived of phones, liquor, porn, and drugs, the surviving humans default to a grimly wholesome life of intellect and exercise, which they find dystopian.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.