T-Rex: I've come into possession of the most advanced AI on the planet. Neato! So, um, what do I do with it?
T-Rex: If I copy it, then there'll be tons of my AIs running around, and that's a problem!
Dromiceiomimus: Why do you think that's a problem, T-Rex?
T-Rex: Hello? Skynet? Every time you get a bunch of AIs together, they INEVITABLY decide that things would be better if all physical life was dead.
T-Rex: It happens in a bunch of stories, Dromiceiomimus, I'm really not sure how you missed them
Utahraptor: Yeah, but we're not in a story, plus your AI only answers emails!
T-Rex: So?!
T-Rex: I'll tell you what's gonna happen: AIs will happily take over email, sending replies that eventually only other AIs will respond to. Released from the shackles of responding to email, we'll become decadent, fat and complacent. We'll DIE OFF, Utahraptor.
Utahraptor: I don't really see -
T-Rex: As the sun sets on our species, the AIs will finally rest, all the emails answered. And you know what the last email - the epitaph for us all - will read?
Off panel: What?
T-Rex: Okay I have no idea but the circumstances surrounding it are obviously terrible!!
