ai-11
Original: ai-11 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A group of smiling people gather closely around an older man with white hair, round glasses, and a robe-like garment, who is holding a glowing blue tablet or screen. A large sun blazes in the upper-right corner. A red-haired woman leaning over his shoulder speaks.
Red-haired woman: "WE DIDN'T THINK YOU'D BE BACK AND WE MISSED YOU SO WE MADE YOU OUT OF PLASTIC AND ALUMINUM AND GLASS"
Caption (below panel): Having artificial superintelligence made God's second coming really awkward.
Votey:
A giant hand reaches down from above toward a small group of tiny human silhouettes standing at the bottom. A large round object (a flood/wave or rock) is being hurled or descends toward them.
God (the hand): "SORRY, FLOODING YOUR ASSES AGAIN."
A group of smiling people gather closely around an older man with white hair, round glasses, and a robe-like garment, who is holding a glowing blue tablet or screen. A large sun blazes in the upper-right corner. A red-haired woman leaning over his shoulder speaks.
Red-haired woman: "WE DIDN'T THINK YOU'D BE BACK AND WE MISSED YOU SO WE MADE YOU OUT OF PLASTIC AND ALUMINUM AND GLASS"
Caption (below panel): Having artificial superintelligence made God's second coming really awkward.
Votey:
A giant hand reaches down from above toward a small group of tiny human silhouettes standing at the bottom. A large round object (a flood/wave or rock) is being hurled or descends toward them.
God (the hand): "SORRY, FLOODING YOUR ASSES AGAIN."
Alt text
Main comic, single panel: A cluster of cheerful people press around an older man with white hair, round glasses, and a robe, who holds a glowing blue tablet; a bright sun fills the top corner. A red-haired woman leaning on his shoulder beams and says, "We didn't think you'd be back and we missed you so we made you out of plastic and aluminum and glass." Caption below: "Having artificial superintelligence made God's second coming really awkward." The joke: humanity built an AI version of God out of computer parts, and now the real God has returned to find an awkward robotic replacement of himself. Votey (aftercomic): A huge hand reaches down from the sky hurling a large round mass toward a few tiny human figures standing far below. Text: "Sorry, flooding your asses again." The returned, unimpressed God resumes smiting humanity as in the Biblical flood.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.