Life
Original: Life on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Person: God, why isn't there more intelligent life in the universe?
Panel 2:
God (in a speech bubble from offscreen): There's not supposed to be any.
Panel 3:
God: I spun up a universe and by the weirdest coincidence ever, self replicators appeared then developed the ability to suffer. Now I'm stuck!
Panel 4:
God: Imagine you left old noodles in the sink too long and then one day you walk in the kitchen and there's a civilization of tiny worms that says "Why am I here? Don't you love me?"
Panel 5:
God: I'd probably forget about it, then accidentally kill it while washing my hands.
Panel 6:
God (looming as a large dark silhouette): You. You will be spared, wise one.
Votey:
Person (speech bubble): Why is it raining outside? The sky was so clear.
(A large dark silhouette, presumably God, listens.)
Person: God, why isn't there more intelligent life in the universe?
Panel 2:
God (in a speech bubble from offscreen): There's not supposed to be any.
Panel 3:
God: I spun up a universe and by the weirdest coincidence ever, self replicators appeared then developed the ability to suffer. Now I'm stuck!
Panel 4:
God: Imagine you left old noodles in the sink too long and then one day you walk in the kitchen and there's a civilization of tiny worms that says "Why am I here? Don't you love me?"
Panel 5:
God: I'd probably forget about it, then accidentally kill it while washing my hands.
Panel 6:
God (looming as a large dark silhouette): You. You will be spared, wise one.
Votey:
Person (speech bubble): Why is it raining outside? The sky was so clear.
(A large dark silhouette, presumably God, listens.)
Alt text
A six-panel SMBC comic. A small person stands talking upward to God, who appears mostly as offscreen speech bubbles and finally as a large dark silhouette. Person: "God, why isn't there more intelligent life in the universe?" God: "There's not supposed to be any. I spun up a universe and by the weirdest coincidence ever, self replicators appeared then developed the ability to suffer. Now I'm stuck!" God compares it to leaving old noodles in the sink too long until a civilization of tiny worms appears asking "Why am I here? Don't you love me?" — and admits "I'd probably forget about it, then accidentally kill it while washing my hands." In the final panel God looms as a huge dark shape and tells the tiny person, "You. You will be spared, wise one." Votey aftercomic: the person, beneath the dark silhouette, asks "Why is it raining outside? The sky was so clear." — the rain implied to be God absent-mindedly washing the worms (humanity) away.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.