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Original: Unified on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

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Panel 1:
Bearded man in glasses (Doctor Whiteson): WHAT THE--
Man in dark suit and sunglasses: STEP OUT OF THE HOUSE, DOCTOR WHITESON.

Panel 2:
Doctor Whiteson: WHAT'S GOING ON?!
A suited, sunglasses-wearing man (bald): EVERY GREAT 20TH CENTURY PHYSICS DISCOVERY WAS MADE ON A LONG COUNTRY HIKE.

Panel 3:
The suited man: WE HAVEN'T HAD A COMPLETE REVOLUTION IN PHYSICS IN A HUNDRED YEARS, AND THE REASON IS OBVIOUS.
Doctor Whiteson (now walking among a large crowd of marching physicists): IS IT?

Panel 4:
The bald suited man, holding a cattle prod and a stick with a checkered picnic knapsack tied to it: HERE IS A CHECKER-PATTERN KNAPSACK WITH A CHARMING PICNIC LUNCH NOW JOIN THE HERD OF PHYSICISTS OR FACE THE CATTLE PROD.

Panel 5:
The suited man (gesturing): YOU WILL KEEP MARCHING UNTIL YOU QUANTIZE GRAVITY IN A WAY THAT MAKES PHYSICAL SENSE OF QUANTUM ENTANGLEMENT, WHILE PRODUCING A MINIMUM OF THREE NEW ONTOLOGICAL CATEGORIES!

Panel 6:
Doctor Whiteson (marching in the crowd through a green valley): GUESS I'LL BE SKIPPING MY MANDATORY AFTERNOON MEETINGS.

Panel 7:
Doctor Whiteson (in the crowd): AND I CAN'T DO THAT CLEANING AND CHILDCARE I'D PLANNED ON.

Panel 8:
Doctor Whiteson (eyes closed contentedly amid the crowd): WOW, I'D FORGOTTEN HOW BEAUTIFUL A FALLOW MEADOW COULD BE ON A PEACEFUL AFTERNOON.
A physicist (in a speech bubble, having a breakthrough): H-hat(x)|psi> = 2 1/2!

Panel 9 (newspaper):
Headline: PHYSICS SOLVED
Subhead: PHYSICISTS RETIRED TO PASTURE; PENNED IN FIELD WITH RUBIK'S CUBES
Photo caption: (two physicists sitting in a fenced field playing with Rubik's cubes)
Lower caption: FORCED MARCH OF CHEMISTS SCHEDULED FOR WEDNESDAY

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Votey:
Doctor Whiteson (in a speech bubble): THAT WAS WAY MORE FRIENDLY THAN ACADEMIC POLITICS.

Alt text

An eight-panel SMBC comic. Men in dark suits and sunglasses, like government agents, show up to round up a bearded physicist they call Doctor Whiteson and march him out of his house. A bald agent explains that every great 20th-century physics discovery was made on a long country hike, and that the field has stalled for a hundred years for an obvious reason. The agents drive a huge herd of physicists across the countryside, one agent holding a cattle prod in one hand and a stick with a checkered picnic knapsack in the other, telling them to join the herd or face the prod and to keep marching until they quantize gravity, make physical sense of quantum entanglement, and produce at least three new ontological categories. Doctor Whiteson, walking in the crowd, muses that he'll have to skip his mandatory afternoon meetings and the cleaning and childcare he'd planned, and then, eyes closed peacefully, marvels at how beautiful a fallow meadow can be. Another physicist suddenly has a breakthrough, shouting an equation. The final panel is a newspaper with the headline 'PHYSICS SOLVED' and the subhead 'PHYSICISTS RETIRED TO PASTURE; PENNED IN FIELD WITH RUBIK'S CUBES,' showing two physicists sitting in a fenced field playing with Rubik's cubes, with a smaller caption reading 'FORCED MARCH OF CHEMISTS SCHEDULED FOR WEDNESDAY.' In the bonus votey panel, Doctor Whiteson says, 'That was way more friendly than academic politics.'

Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.