llm-3
Original: llm-3 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: A presenter (a woman speaking at a podium to an audience) says: "It's the size of a button, but it has a speaker, a camera and a local LLM. You put it inside something, it detects where it is, then pleads for its life!"
Panel 2: An audience member responds: "Why would anyone want that?"
The presenter replies: "I see you've never been a parent."
Panel 3: Labeled "EARLIER". A young boy sits at a table in front of a slice of cake. A speech bubble (coming from the cake) cries out: "Don't eat me! Please! It'll hurt so much. I have a wife and little children! Broccoli isn't sentient!"
Votey:
A close-up of the boy's distressed face. A speech bubble reads: "The cake must die."
Panel 2: An audience member responds: "Why would anyone want that?"
The presenter replies: "I see you've never been a parent."
Panel 3: Labeled "EARLIER". A young boy sits at a table in front of a slice of cake. A speech bubble (coming from the cake) cries out: "Don't eat me! Please! It'll hurt so much. I have a wife and little children! Broccoli isn't sentient!"
Votey:
A close-up of the boy's distressed face. A speech bubble reads: "The cake must die."
Alt text
A three-panel SMBC comic. Panel 1: A woman presenting at a podium to a seated audience says, "It's the size of a button, but it has a speaker, a camera and a local LLM. You put it inside something, it detects where it is, then pleads for its life!" Panel 2: An audience member asks, "Why would anyone want that?" The presenter answers, "I see you've never been a parent." Panel 3, labeled "EARLIER": A young boy sits at a table before a slice of cake. The cake itself cries out in a speech bubble: "Don't eat me! Please! It'll hurt so much. I have a wife and little children! Broccoli isn't sentient!" Votey (aftercomic): An extreme close-up of the boy's determined, stony face as he declares, "The cake must die." The joke: a tiny begging-for-its-life device meant to stop kids from eating junk food utterly fails to deter the boy.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.