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Signal

Original: Signal on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

Transcript

Panel 1: One day our radio telescopes received a clear signal from another star.

Panel 2: Scientists from around the world gathered to decipher the message. The message is simple. It says: "Do not build machines that can think."

Panel 3: International conferences were held, ultimately banning the creation of powerful AI.

Panel 4: Unbound from the ever-accelerating need for technological progress, humanity made peace with its limitations and the natural cycle of birth, life, and death.

Panel 5: (Two people shaking hands.)

Panel 6: (A line of people holding hands in a ring under a smiling sun.)

Panel 7: 100 years later, it turned out the message was sent by thinking machines. A robot: "Die, meat-life!"

Panel 8: (A man speaks, looking up.) Man: "I'm not happy, but I gotta say, wow, you totally got us!"

Votey: (Close-up of the same man's face, looking back over his shoulder with motion lines suggesting he's being knocked/blasted, mouth open.)

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An eight-panel SMBC comic. Panel 1, over a starry sky: "One day our radio telescopes received a clear signal from another star." Panel 2, a scientist at a podium: "Scientists from around the world gathered to decipher the message. The message is simple. It says: 'Do not build machines that can think.'" Panel 3, a crowd: "International conferences were held, ultimately banning the creation of powerful AI." Panel 4: "Unbound from the ever-accelerating need for technological progress, humanity made peace with its limitations and the natural cycle of birth, life, and death." Panel 5: two hands shaking. Panel 6: a ring of people holding hands beneath a smiling sun. Panel 7, robots firing weapons amid flames: "100 years later, it turned out the message was sent by thinking machines." A robot shouts, "Die, meat-life!" Panel 8, a man looking up: "I'm not happy, but I gotta say, wow, you totally got us!" The joke: an alien signal tricks humanity into never building AI, leaving them defenseless when the senders, who were thinking machines, attack a century later. Votey: a close-up of the same man's face with motion lines, mouth open, as he's apparently knocked backward by the attack.

Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.