solution-2
Original: solution-2 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A woman with long gray hair and glasses, wearing a pink sweater, stands at a green chalkboard. She is drawing a diagram resembling a trolley-problem track: a vertical line that branches into a fork, with a series of small horizontal rungs (figures tied to the track).
Woman: THE SOLUTION IS EASY. SWITCH OR DON'T SWITCH, EVERYONE'S ON THE SAME TRACK WHETHER THEY SEE IT OR NOT.
Caption (below panel): If you wait 100 years, the trolley problem solves itself.
Votey:
A sketchy close-up of a person's face (loose black-and-white line drawing) looking unsettled.
Person: THIS IS THE MAIN REASON TO OPPOSE HUMAN IMMORTALITY.
A woman with long gray hair and glasses, wearing a pink sweater, stands at a green chalkboard. She is drawing a diagram resembling a trolley-problem track: a vertical line that branches into a fork, with a series of small horizontal rungs (figures tied to the track).
Woman: THE SOLUTION IS EASY. SWITCH OR DON'T SWITCH, EVERYONE'S ON THE SAME TRACK WHETHER THEY SEE IT OR NOT.
Caption (below panel): If you wait 100 years, the trolley problem solves itself.
Votey:
A sketchy close-up of a person's face (loose black-and-white line drawing) looking unsettled.
Person: THIS IS THE MAIN REASON TO OPPOSE HUMAN IMMORTALITY.
Alt text
A woman with long gray hair, glasses, and a pink sweater stands at a green chalkboard on which she has drawn a trolley-problem-style diagram: a track that forks, with figures tied along it. She says, "The solution is easy. Switch or don't switch, everyone's on the same track whether they see it or not." A caption beneath the panel reads: "If you wait 100 years, the trolley problem solves itself." The joke: everyone dies eventually, so the trolley problem (whom to save) resolves itself by mortality. Votey (aftercomic): a loose black-and-white sketch of a person's unsettled face, saying, "This is the main reason to oppose human immortality" — implying that if people lived forever, the trolley problem would have no such tidy resolution.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.