The macronanoes feed on genuine emotion—which makes HoloClone Miss Match a particularly dangerous target.
Dr. Muskiday programmed her devotion himself. She may express love with overwhelming intensity, but there is no emotional uncertainty underneath it for the macronanoes to consume. His artificial love algorithm has created the perfect trap.
Unfortunately, that realization leaves Muskiday with something much harder to digest.
Transcript
Panel 1:
Dr. Muskiday is completely under the control of the macronanoes.
(from off panel) HoloClone Miss Match: My sweet baboo! What have they DONE to you!
Panel 2:
Holoclone Miss Match runs onto the scene.
HoloClone Miss Match: I never had the chance to tell you my true feelings — to express what has been buried deep inside me!
Panel 3:
HoloClone Miss Match: (with a slight eyeroll) You know… without the massage oils and putting the lab in ‘privacy mode.’
Panel 4:
I love you, Dr. Phineas Muskiday! I always have!
Panel 5:
The macronanoes start to break up from around Dr. Musikday’s head.
Macronano 1: Hey! What’s THIS?!?
Macronano 2: We’re wasting time with these sad, little scraps…
Panel 6:
The macronanoes surround HoloClone Miss Match
Macronano 2: …when there’s a smorgasbord standing right here!
Panel 7:
The macronanoes swarm around Holoclone Miss Match
HoloClone Miss Match: Nooooo!
Panel 8:
The macronanoes hover around HoloClone Miss Match
Macronano 3: Wait!
Macronano 3: What’s happening?!
Macronano 3: There’s nothing here!
Panel 9:
HoloClone Miss Match: (smiling) Exactly.
Panel 10:
HoloClone Miss Match inhales all of the macronanos.
SFX: VWOORRSH!
Macronano 1: Cruel world! Cruel world!
Macronano 2: It’s a traaaaaaaaaaa —{}
Panel 11:
HoloClone Miss Match has set Dr. Muskiday down, and straightens up.
HoloClone Miss Match: That’s one hell of a romance algorithm you wrote.
Panel 12:
Dr. Muskiday: (sadly) Yeah. Sometimes I’m too thorough for my own good.