[[A girl floats in a bubble against a space backdrop]]
Girl: I should feel scared.
But I don't.
Maybe this is a dream
but it doesn't feel like one.
Disembodied voice: Okay, found you.
Girl: Who are you?
Voice: Er, hang on. This next part might be a little weird.
[[No dialogue]]
[[Many copies of the girl whirl around her bubble; a lightning bolt appears in the background]]
[[All the copies have disappeared except for one]]
Copy: Sorry -- Hi, me.
Girl: ...Hi.
{{Alt-text: Wait, this is space -- how are you talking to me? And, as an afterthought, what's up with the hole in reality?}}
Warning: this comic occasionally contains strong language (which may be unsuitable for children), unusual humor (which may be unsuitable for adults), and advanced mathematics (which may be unsuitable for liberal-arts majors).
We did not invent the algorithm. The algorithm consistently finds Jesus. The algorithm killed Jeeves. The algorithm is banned in China. The algorithm is from Jersey. The algorithm constantly finds Jesus. This is not the algorithm. This is close.