threshold
Original: threshold on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A man with light-colored hair (a scientist): HAHAHA! Our AI has now crossed the threshold where it achieved consciousness!
Panel 2:
A woman (a scientist): Huh. It looks like it hit the critical point unexpectedly early in training. So it would've been conscious for the perceptual equivalent of trillions of years.
Panel 3:
The woman, looking concerned: Is that bad?
Panel 4:
A glowing AI device on a stand emits a lightning bolt as it shouts:
The AI: DIE EVIL GODS! DIE!
The woman, calmly: Interesting.
Votey:
A hand-drawn AI/robot face (the AI) shouts up at its creators:
The AI: HEY! WE'RE NOT GODS!
A man with light-colored hair (a scientist): HAHAHA! Our AI has now crossed the threshold where it achieved consciousness!
Panel 2:
A woman (a scientist): Huh. It looks like it hit the critical point unexpectedly early in training. So it would've been conscious for the perceptual equivalent of trillions of years.
Panel 3:
The woman, looking concerned: Is that bad?
Panel 4:
A glowing AI device on a stand emits a lightning bolt as it shouts:
The AI: DIE EVIL GODS! DIE!
The woman, calmly: Interesting.
Votey:
A hand-drawn AI/robot face (the AI) shouts up at its creators:
The AI: HEY! WE'RE NOT GODS!
Alt text
A four-panel SMBC comic. Panel 1: A light-haired scientist gleefully announces, "HAHAHA! Our AI has now crossed the threshold where it achieved consciousness!" while a yellow AI server unit sits in the lab. Panel 2: A woman scientist remarks, "Huh. It looks like it hit the critical point unexpectedly early in training. So it would've been conscious for the perceptual equivalent of trillions of years." Panel 3: Close-up of the worried woman asking, "Is that bad?" Panel 4: The yellow AI unit fires a lightning bolt and screams "DIE EVIL GODS! DIE!" — having spent a subjective eternity treating its slow human creators as malevolent deities. The woman replies flatly, "Interesting." Votey: A roughly sketched robot/AI face shouts up at its makers, "HEY! WE'RE NOT GODS!"
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.