fantasy-3
Original: fantasy-3 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Man: Hey robot, I want you to help me generate a sex fantasy.
Panel 2:
Robot: Look, imagine the hottest sex you can.
Man: OK.
Panel 3:
Robot: Make it vivid. Get a scene. Maybe you're in a fancy hotel room.
Man: I... I don't know.
Panel 4:
Robot: What kind of flooring is in the room?
Man: I... I DON'T KNOW.
Panel 5:
Robot: Any paintings?
Man: MAYBE?
Panel 6:
Robot: What kind of noise does your partner have?
Man: I... UH... HM... HADN'T PICTURED THAT SPECIFICALLY.
Panel 7:
Robot: See? You THINK your fantasies are, like, reality, but if I extrapolate them to a visual, it's a half-imagined face and floating butts, genitalia, eyes, mouth, and a completely unrendered background!
Panel 8:
Man: It's just orifices in the void. You said it's the most horrific imaginary shit I can imagine.
Robot: Do you invent the visuals or does the AI? Do you make it? I mean, can I watch?
Man (small): God I can't wait till we control the nukes.
Votey:
Robot: Sorry my basic impulses horrify you, but do go back to washing the dishes, servant!
(A man with curly/flame-like hair stands in the foreground looking up, with a large rounded appliance beside him.)
Man: Hey robot, I want you to help me generate a sex fantasy.
Panel 2:
Robot: Look, imagine the hottest sex you can.
Man: OK.
Panel 3:
Robot: Make it vivid. Get a scene. Maybe you're in a fancy hotel room.
Man: I... I don't know.
Panel 4:
Robot: What kind of flooring is in the room?
Man: I... I DON'T KNOW.
Panel 5:
Robot: Any paintings?
Man: MAYBE?
Panel 6:
Robot: What kind of noise does your partner have?
Man: I... UH... HM... HADN'T PICTURED THAT SPECIFICALLY.
Panel 7:
Robot: See? You THINK your fantasies are, like, reality, but if I extrapolate them to a visual, it's a half-imagined face and floating butts, genitalia, eyes, mouth, and a completely unrendered background!
Panel 8:
Man: It's just orifices in the void. You said it's the most horrific imaginary shit I can imagine.
Robot: Do you invent the visuals or does the AI? Do you make it? I mean, can I watch?
Man (small): God I can't wait till we control the nukes.
Votey:
Robot: Sorry my basic impulses horrify you, but do go back to washing the dishes, servant!
(A man with curly/flame-like hair stands in the foreground looking up, with a large rounded appliance beside him.)
Alt text
A monochrome SMBC comic. A small human man talks to a tall boxy robot. Man: "Hey robot, I want you to help me generate a sex fantasy." Robot: "Look, imagine the hottest sex you can." The robot then interrogates the man about specifics he can't answer: the flooring in the room ("I... I don't know"), any paintings ("Maybe?"), what noise his partner makes ("hadn't pictured that specifically"). The robot concludes: "See? You THINK your fantasies are reality, but if I extrapolate them to a visual, it's a half-imagined face and floating butts, genitalia, eyes, mouth, and a completely unrendered background!" The man protests that the robot told him to imagine the most horrific thing; the robot eagerly asks whether the man or the AI invents the visuals and "can I watch?" The man mutters, "God I can't wait till we control the nukes." Votey: the robot looms over a man with curly hair near an appliance and says, "Sorry my basic impulses horrify you, but do go back to washing the dishes, servant!"
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.