contact
Original: contact on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Caption (below panel): Shortly after first contact with aliens.
Panel: A group of people sit around a conference table. A bald man in the center, wearing a monocle and a suit with a red tie, holds his hand to his face thoughtfully and speaks.
Bald man at center of table: "SO WE AGREE. WE MUST WAIT SEVERAL DECADES BEFORE TRANSMISSION IN ORDER TO NOT SEEM DESPERATE."
Votey:
A squid (alien) floats alone in the ocean, a nervous thought bubble above it.
Squid: "GOSH, I HOPE THEY LIKE ME."
Panel: A group of people sit around a conference table. A bald man in the center, wearing a monocle and a suit with a red tie, holds his hand to his face thoughtfully and speaks.
Bald man at center of table: "SO WE AGREE. WE MUST WAIT SEVERAL DECADES BEFORE TRANSMISSION IN ORDER TO NOT SEEM DESPERATE."
Votey:
A squid (alien) floats alone in the ocean, a nervous thought bubble above it.
Squid: "GOSH, I HOPE THEY LIKE ME."
Alt text
A serious panel of grim-faced people seated around a boardroom table, captioned "Shortly after first contact with aliens." A bald man with a monocle and red tie holds his hand pensively to his face and says, "So we agree. We must wait several decades before transmission in order to not seem desperate." The joke: humanity is playing it cool with the aliens to avoid looking eager. The black-and-white votey undercuts this: a lone squid-like alien drifts in the ocean with an anxious thought bubble reading "Gosh, I hope they like me" — revealing the aliens are just as insecure and hopeful as we are.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.