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recording

Original: recording on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

Transcript

Panel 1:
Woman with dark hair: Let's put on these recording glasses so we can each see what the other sees during sex.
Man with red hair: Yessss.

Caption between panels: LATER...

Panel 2 (the two lying in bed reviewing footage):
Woman with dark hair: Boy, there's a lot more staring directly up the nose than you realize in the moment.
Man with red hair: And sweat. And spittle.
Woman with dark hair: Christ, was that stuff always there?
Man with red hair: This is like that Twilight Zone episode where everyone's hideous and nobody realizes it.

Panel 3 (final wide panel, the couple standing together in darkness holding hands, facing a small campfire whose flames have a content, closed-eyes face):
(no dialogue)

Votey:
A single line-drawn face looks down with a worried, slightly disgusted expression.
Off-panel voice (speech bubble): Your hands have an awful lot of flaking skin and stray hairs.

Alt text

A four-beat SMBC comic. Panel 1: a dark-haired woman tells her red-haired partner, "Let's put on these recording glasses so we can each see what the other sees during sex," and he replies "Yessss." A caption reads "LATER..." Panel 2: the couple lie in bed reviewing the footage and are disturbed by what they saw. She says, "Boy, there's a lot more staring directly up the nose than you realize in the moment," he adds "And sweat. And spittle," she asks "Christ, was that stuff always there?" and he says "This is like that Twilight Zone episode where everyone's hideous and nobody realizes it." Final panel: in near-total darkness the two stand holding hands, facing a small campfire whose flames form a calm, blissfully closed-eyed face, implying they've decided to leave technology behind. Votey: a simple line drawing of a face looking down with a worried, mildly disgusted look as an off-panel voice says, "Your hands have an awful lot of flaking skin and stray hairs" - the unflattering hyper-detail of recorded reality continuing into everyday life.

Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.