soul-4
Original: soul-4 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Woman (with brown hair, yellow shirt): I'm sorry, I don't see ever wanting a sex robot, no matter how superficially attractive.
Panel 2:
Woman: Whatever the machine can perform physically, it can never duplicate the emotional connection I could share with another soul.
Panel 3:
Blue-skinned bald robot/being (orange shirt): I can do oral while telling you all of your failures were unavoidable and will remain valuable sources of wisdom.
Panel 4:
Woman: I love you Orgtron-9.2.
Woman: Whatever.
Blue being (in a thought/speech bubble correction): 9.2.1
Votey:
Narration (over a wide-eyed astonished cartoon face): All that time you spent reading comics was enriching.
Woman (with brown hair, yellow shirt): I'm sorry, I don't see ever wanting a sex robot, no matter how superficially attractive.
Panel 2:
Woman: Whatever the machine can perform physically, it can never duplicate the emotional connection I could share with another soul.
Panel 3:
Blue-skinned bald robot/being (orange shirt): I can do oral while telling you all of your failures were unavoidable and will remain valuable sources of wisdom.
Panel 4:
Woman: I love you Orgtron-9.2.
Woman: Whatever.
Blue being (in a thought/speech bubble correction): 9.2.1
Votey:
Narration (over a wide-eyed astonished cartoon face): All that time you spent reading comics was enriching.
Alt text
A four-panel comic. Panel 1: A woman with brown hair in a yellow shirt talks to a blue-skinned bald figure in an orange shirt, saying, "I'm sorry, I don't see ever wanting a sex robot, no matter how superficially attractive." Panel 2: Close-up of the woman continuing, "Whatever the machine can perform physically, it can never duplicate the emotional connection I could share with another soul." Panel 3: Close-up of the blue figure (a robot) with a serene expression replying, "I can do oral while telling you all of your failures were unavoidable and will remain valuable sources of wisdom." Panel 4: The woman, now leaning toward the robot affectionately, says, "I love you Orgtron-9.2," then deadpans "Whatever." The robot gently corrects her in a small bubble: "9.2.1" — the joke being it instantly won her over by promising emotional validation. Votey: A wide-eyed, astonished round cartoon face with eyebrows raised, above the line "All that time you spent reading comics was enriching."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.