[[A man is sitting in an armchair, playing with an iPad. A woman is looking over his shoulder.]]
Man: Navigating Google Maps on the iPad is fun. It feels so futuristic.
Man: Swoosh! Zoom!
Woman: There are, right now, monkeys controlling robotic arms via neural implants.
Woman: A huge and alien future is barreling toward us. And I can't WAIT.
Woman: But no, your iPad is cool, too.
Man: Stop spoiling my future with your slightly more distant one.
{{Title text: Maybe we're all gonna die, but we're gonna die in *really cool ways*.}}
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.