freudian-2
Original: freudian-2 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Man with light hair (left): "What if the field of artificial intelligence started during the reign of Freudianism?"
Panel 2:
Bald man with glasses and beard (right): "Well of course your machine can't think like a human. It doesn't even want to sleep with its own mother. It's not suppressing a single wiener-lopping fantasy."
Panel 3:
Bald man with glasses (right): "You computer science people need to get out into the real world once in a while."
Votey:
Text on screen / interpretation: "I INTERPRET YOUR SILENCE AS A FORM OF LUST."
(A speech/thought reads:) "I interpret your silence as a form of lust."
Man with light hair (left): "What if the field of artificial intelligence started during the reign of Freudianism?"
Panel 2:
Bald man with glasses and beard (right): "Well of course your machine can't think like a human. It doesn't even want to sleep with its own mother. It's not suppressing a single wiener-lopping fantasy."
Panel 3:
Bald man with glasses (right): "You computer science people need to get out into the real world once in a while."
Votey:
Text on screen / interpretation: "I INTERPRET YOUR SILENCE AS A FORM OF LUST."
(A speech/thought reads:) "I interpret your silence as a form of lust."
Alt text
A two-person conversation comic. In the first panel, a light-haired man asks, "What if the field of artificial intelligence started during the reign of Freudianism?" In the second panel, a bald, bearded man wearing glasses replies that of course the machine can't think like a human, because it doesn't even want to sleep with its own mother and isn't suppressing a single 'wiener-lopping' fantasy. In the third panel the bald man concludes, "You computer science people need to get out into the real world once in a while." The joke imagines AI built on Freudian psychoanalysis instead of logic. Votey (aftercomic): A drawing of a computer/robot output where text reads, "I interpret your silence as a form of lust," shown above a cloud of smoke or steam rising from a confused, overheating machine — the Freudian AI making a creepy inference from a person's silence.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.