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Original: possible on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

Transcript

Panel 1:
Man (with red/orange hair): God, is multiverse theory real?
God (glowing rounded speech bubble): Yes. In the state-space of the cosmos, all possible realities exist.

Panel 2:
Man: So there's like... a universe with dinosaurs flying jetpacks that, like, also has McDonald's, and everyone speaks Ewok?
God: Oh yes, that's barely even weird.

Panel 3:
Man: And a universe where the planets are hollow and there are three suns and life is entirely eyeballs that communicate with radio signals but one of them produces all the works of Shakespeare word-for-word?
God: Loads of them!

Panel 4:
Man: And a universe where Annie still loves me?
God (glowing bubble): All possible realities.
The man looks downcast, plucking nervously at his shirt.

Votey:
The man (small, off to one side, looking glum) thinks/says:
Also, what do you mean by "still"?

Alt text

A four-panel SMBC comic. A young man with curly red-orange hair talks to God, who is represented by a glowing purple-outlined speech bubble. The conversation is set against a green void. Panel 1: The man asks God whether multiverse theory is real; God replies that in the state-space of the cosmos, all possible realities exist. Panel 2: The man excitedly asks if there's a universe with dinosaurs flying jetpacks that also has McDonald's where everyone speaks Ewok; God says that's barely even weird. Panel 3: He rattles off an even more elaborate universe of hollow planets, three suns, and eyeball-life broadcasting all of Shakespeare by radio; God answers "Loads of them!" Panel 4: The man, suddenly quiet and looking down while fidgeting with his shirt, asks if there's a universe where "Annie still loves me." God simply answers, "All possible realities," landing the bittersweet joke that even infinite universes don't comfort him. Votey (bonus panel): The dejected man, drawn small in profile, adds a gut-punch follow-up: "Also, what do you mean by 'still'?" implying Annie may never have loved him at all.

Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.