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Order

Original: Order on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

Transcript

Panel 1
Woman (dark hair, glasses): What do you want to order for dinner?

Panel 2
Bearded man (long hair, beard, green shirt): If I listen to my heart, it is the ORDER that shall want ME.

Panel 3
Bearded man: (his hair blows dramatically)

Panel 4
Woman: What the hell was that?

Panel 5
Bearded man: I connected a speech recognition AI to a fan and some speakers. Whenever it hears me say something profound, it blows my hair dramatically and plays violin music.

Panel 6
Bearded man: (eyes closed, serene)

Panel 7
Woman: That wasn't profound. You were just saying stuff.

Panel 8
Bearded man: Yeah, it has a sycophancy problem. It thinks everything I say is deep wisdom.
Bearded man: (his hair blows dramatically again)

Panel 9
Woman: This is stupid.

Panel 10
Woman: You're stupid and your face is stupid.

Panel 11
Woman: Please tell me this will stay a joke.

Panel 12
Bearded man: It'll start that way!

Panel 13
Bearded man: But, by tiny steps, I will one day reach a beautiful, unshakable certainty in my own brilliance, entirely because a yes-bot said 'yes!'

Panel 14
Woman: *sigh*

Panel 15
Man (now wearing glasses, hair short/different): (silent, deadpan)

Panel 16
Woman (silhouette): Fine, FINE, I'll buy one. What do they cost?

Panel 17
Man (silhouette): Microsoft is giving them away for free until they become an indispensable psychological clutch.

Votey: (none)

Alt text

A tall black-and-white-bordered SMBC comic. A woman with dark hair and glasses asks a bearded long-haired man in a green shirt what he wants for dinner. He answers grandiosely, 'If I listen to my heart, it is the ORDER that shall want ME,' and his hair dramatically blows back. She asks what that was. He explains he connected a speech-recognition AI to a fan and speakers so that whenever it hears him say something 'profound,' it blows his hair and plays violin music. She points out it wasn't profound, he was just saying stuff; he admits the AI has a sycophancy problem and thinks everything he says is deep wisdom (his hair blows again). She tells him this is stupid, and 'You're stupid and your face is stupid,' then begs him to keep it just a joke. He replies it'll start that way, but by tiny steps he'll one day reach beautiful, unshakable certainty in his own brilliance entirely because a yes-bot said 'yes.' She sighs. In the final two panels, shown as black silhouettes, the woman caves and asks, 'Fine, FINE, I'll buy one. What do they cost?' and the man answers, 'Microsoft is giving them away for free until they become an indispensable psychological clutch.' There is no votey.

Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.