[[Three stick figures stand in front of a few graphs and scientific looking pictures. One of them has hair.]]
Los Alamos, 1945...
Middle Figure: We have a decision. If we've done our math right, this test will unleash heaven's fire and make us as gods.
Middle figure: But it's possible we made a mistake, and the heat will ignite the atmosphere, destroying the planet in a cleansing conflagration.
Left figure: Wow. Um. Question: Just to double-check - although I'm 99% sure -
Left figure: Is it "Soh cah toa" or "coh sah toa"?
Middle figure: Oh, for the love of... can someone redo Steve's work?
Right figure: I don't want to do the test anymore.
{{Title text: The test didn't (spoiler alert) destroy the world, but the fact that they were even doing those calculations makes theirs the coolest jobs ever.}}
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.