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s-2

Original: s-2 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

Transcript

Panel 1:
Son: Dad, I've become an anarchist libertarian.
Dad: What?
Son: I'm an ENTROPIC libertarian.

Panel 2:
Dad: So you're anti-freedom, then?
(The son opens his shirt to reveal a logo, like a superhero, showing a stylized "S" symbol with text on it.)

Panel 3:
Son: You merely think there should be no government over humans. I don't even think there should be small voluntary groups making decisions. I don't even think "I" should be allowed to make choices for myself!

Panel 4:
Son: I want a universe made up only of random disturbances in spacetime ungoverned by any conscious entity or deterministic laws!

Panel 5:
Dad: How come you still work a job and pay taxes?

Panel 6 (silhouettes of the two figures):
Son: Wheels are turning, boy. Just wait 10^130 years and you'll see.

Votey:
Son (offscreen, large speech bubble over a close-up of the dad's face): You're gonna see that Dad was right one day when you're scattered bits of atoms.

Alt text

A six-panel SMBC comic. A young man tells his bespectacled father, "Dad, I've become an anarchist libertarian." The dad says "What?" and the son clarifies, "I'm an ENTROPIC libertarian." When the dad asks "So you're anti-freedom, then?", the son dramatically throws open his shirt like a superhero to reveal a stylized "S" logo. He explains he goes further than ordinary libertarians: he doesn't think there should be any government, any voluntary groups making decisions, or even that "I" should be allowed to make choices for himself, declaring, "I want a universe made up only of random disturbances in spacetime ungoverned by any conscious entity or deterministic laws!" The dad asks, "How come you still work a job and pay taxes?" In a final panel showing both as silhouettes, the son replies, "Wheels are turning, boy. Just wait 10^130 years and you'll see" (a nod to the heat death of the universe). Votey aftercomic: a close-up of the dad's face as the son's voice booms from a large speech bubble, "You're gonna see that Dad was right one day when you're scattered bits of atoms."

Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.