math-3
Original: math-3 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Title card (top right): G.S. Duck
Panel 1: God, standing with arms raised in front of a building, speaking upward.
God: I WANT TO PLAN A UNIVERSE MADE OF SUCH SHITTY-SHITTY MATTER!
Panel 2: A woman with dark curly hair stands with her arms raised, energized.
Woman: I WANT TO PLAN A UNIVERSE WITH A SERIES OF STEPS, THE ALGORITHM IS FREAKIN' NO-LIMITS!
Panel 3: A speech balloon coming from the building.
Voice: SO IF I'M TRYING TO DELIVER CANDY TO A FEW DOZEN FRIENDS, FINDING THE BEST ROUTE WILL TAKE THE REST OF MY LIFE! SHITTY!
Panel 4: A black silhouette of a figure against a white ground; caption banner above.
Banner: YOU KNOW THE PHYSICISTS LIKE MY MATH?
Caption: THAT'S BECAUSE THEY NEVER LEAVE THE OFFICE.
Votey:
A single panel. A speech balloon at the top reads: ALSO MISSILES? MISSILES ARE JUST ROUND. A line-drawn man with wide eyes looks off to the side, mildly unsettled.
Panel 1: God, standing with arms raised in front of a building, speaking upward.
God: I WANT TO PLAN A UNIVERSE MADE OF SUCH SHITTY-SHITTY MATTER!
Panel 2: A woman with dark curly hair stands with her arms raised, energized.
Woman: I WANT TO PLAN A UNIVERSE WITH A SERIES OF STEPS, THE ALGORITHM IS FREAKIN' NO-LIMITS!
Panel 3: A speech balloon coming from the building.
Voice: SO IF I'M TRYING TO DELIVER CANDY TO A FEW DOZEN FRIENDS, FINDING THE BEST ROUTE WILL TAKE THE REST OF MY LIFE! SHITTY!
Panel 4: A black silhouette of a figure against a white ground; caption banner above.
Banner: YOU KNOW THE PHYSICISTS LIKE MY MATH?
Caption: THAT'S BECAUSE THEY NEVER LEAVE THE OFFICE.
Votey:
A single panel. A speech balloon at the top reads: ALSO MISSILES? MISSILES ARE JUST ROUND. A line-drawn man with wide eyes looks off to the side, mildly unsettled.
Alt text
A black-and-white SMBC comic with a small 'G.S. Duck' title card. In the upper panels, a figure (God) stands outside a building with arms raised, exclaiming about wanting to plan a universe out of shitty matter, while a dark-curly-haired woman with arms thrown up enthusiastically declares she wants to plan a universe as a series of steps, insisting 'the algorithm is freakin' no-limits!' A speech balloon from the building complains that finding the best route to deliver candy to a few dozen friends would take the rest of her life. The final panel is a stark black silhouette of a figure with a caption: physicists like her math only because they never leave the office. The joke contrasts grand algorithmic ambition with the impracticality of brute-force route-finding (a riff on the traveling-salesman problem). Votey aftercomic: a line-drawn wide-eyed man looks off to the side, faintly disturbed, as a speech balloon overhead muses, 'Also missiles? Missiles are just round.'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.