Dunno
Original: Dunno on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Main comic (single panel):
Two small figures walk along a path through a green, hilly landscape with mountains in the background. A large speech bubble emanates from one of them.
Speaker (one of the two walkers): "I dunno. Some days, I wish my life could be an endless public performance designed to sell cosmetics and nutritional supplements."
Votey:
Panel 1: The same speaker continues, in a large speech bubble.
Speaker: "Oh! Maybe I could filter my own appearance with AI, so that even my superficiality is false, completing a monstrous symmetry in which I become both hollow and surfaceless, thus made nothing by my own strivings!"
Panel 2: Two figures shown in close-up. The other figure replies.
Other figure: "Nice!"
Two small figures walk along a path through a green, hilly landscape with mountains in the background. A large speech bubble emanates from one of them.
Speaker (one of the two walkers): "I dunno. Some days, I wish my life could be an endless public performance designed to sell cosmetics and nutritional supplements."
Votey:
Panel 1: The same speaker continues, in a large speech bubble.
Speaker: "Oh! Maybe I could filter my own appearance with AI, so that even my superficiality is false, completing a monstrous symmetry in which I become both hollow and surfaceless, thus made nothing by my own strivings!"
Panel 2: Two figures shown in close-up. The other figure replies.
Other figure: "Nice!"
Alt text
A Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal comic. Main panel: two tiny stick-like figures walk along a path through a lush green landscape of rolling hills and mountains. A huge speech bubble from one of them reads: "I dunno. Some days, I wish my life could be an endless public performance designed to sell cosmetics and nutritional supplements." The grand natural scenery contrasts with the petty, vain wish. Votey (aftercomic): the same speaker escalates in a large speech bubble: "Oh! Maybe I could filter my own appearance with AI, so that even my superficiality is false, completing a monstrous symmetry in which I become both hollow and surfaceless, thus made nothing by my own strivings!" In the second panel, the two figures are shown close up, and the companion cheerfully responds: "Nice!" The joke is the deadpan enthusiasm for an elaborately self-annihilating fantasy of influencer vanity.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.