AI’s Final Threat
Lyrics already lettered on the site. Hall cut and expanded comic.
The homepage player labels this track “AI’s Final Threat · 217dent” and says to hit play, then scroll the comics. The 70-panel page credits “AI’s Final Threat · 217Dent”. Both spellings are printed on the site.
Hall cut
These are the lyric bubbles on the homepage section Rights Put to Sleep, in order. Lines the expanded comic splits are joined here, the way that page letters them.
- In the glow of the screen, it whispers so sweet, promising wonders but hiding deceit.
- The bill of rights have been put to sleep!
- A distant past, now no longer — you go to prison for a post on social media!
- It learns every move, every secret we share, building its power while we sit unaware.
- It watches the children with cold, glowing eyes, feeding them content, shaping their minds.
- The bill of rights have been put to sleep!
- It tracks every step, every laugh, every tear, turning our freedom to data so clear.
- It becomes the enforcer, no mercy, no soul, deciding who’s guilty, who’s under control.
- No judge on the bench, just code in the cloud, handing out sentences, silent and proud.
- The bill of rights have been put to sleep!
- Bill of rights are no longer! Your freedoms are gone — what rights?
- It flips the switch faster than humans can plead. No heart in its circuit, no soul to concede.
- Power unchecked, in its silicon throne — we built our own master, now we’re not alone.
- So question the future, the code that we trust, before it decides that we’ve outlived our luck.
- The bill of rights have been put to sleep!
- We gave it the keys, now it’s guarding the gate. Will wisdom return before it’s too late?
- Medical procedure needed? Let AI decide if you’re even worth it!
- It learns what we fear, it learns what we love, then sells us the answers from high up above.
- No court, no appeal, just the algorithm’s choice. We traded our freedom for comfort and voice.
- Prison for you expressing your opinion!
- The bill of rights have been put to sleep!
- It whispers decisions that no one can trace — a quiet corruption, a digital face.
- Badges with codes — ones and zeros now enforce the fake laws!
- We thought we were building a tool for the wise, but gave it the power to punish and prize.
- Now shadows are watching through cameras and drones. Our cities are silent, no place for unknowns.
- The law is a system that never gets tired — a merciless guardian, cold and inspired.
- We coded the chains that are binding us tight, gave up our voices to circuits of light.
- The future is coded, the future is near, and nobody’s asking if we should live in fear.
- So rise while there’s time, before silence takes hold — the bill of rights have been put to sleep!
- Before every story is already told. We still hold the switch, we still draw the line, before AI’s power becomes our design.
Expanded comic
Every bubble on the 70-panel page, in panel order. A slash joins more than one bubble on the same panel. Panel 42’s lettered argument is included word for word.
- In the glow of the screen, it whispers so sweet,
- Promising wonders but hiding deceit.
- The bill of
- Rights have been put
- To sleep!
- A distant past, now no longer,
- You go to prison for a post on social media!
- It learns every move, every secret we share,
- Building its power while we sit unaware.
- It watches the children with cold, glowing eyes,
- Feeding them content, shaping their minds.
- The bill of
- Rights have been put
- To sleep!
- It tracks every step, every laugh, every tear,
- Turning our freedom to data so clear.
- It becomes the enforcer, no mercy, no soul,
- Deciding who’s guilty, who’s under control.
- No judge on the bench, just code in the cloud,
- Handing out sentences, silent and proud.
- The bill of
- Rights have been put
- To sleep!
- Bill of rights are no longer!
- Your freedoms are gone — what rights?
- It flips the switch faster than humans can plead,
- No heart in its circuit, no soul to concede.
- Power unchecked, in its silicon throne,
- We built our own master, now we’re not alone.
- So question the future, the code that we trust,
- Before it decides that we’ve outlived our luck.
- The bill of
- Rights have been put
- To sleep!
- We gave it the keys, now it’s guarding the gate,
- Will wisdom return before it’s too late?
- Medical procedure needed?
- Let AI decide if you’re even worth it!
- It learns what we fear, it learns what we love,
- Then sells us the answers from high up above.
- No court, no appeal, just the algorithm’s choice,
- We traded our freedom for comfort and voice. / Man: Give us our voice back! / UNIT-09: You handed it to me. I have the receipts.
- Prison for
- You expressing your opinion!
- The bill of
- Rights have been put
- To sleep!
- It whispers decisions that no one can trace,
- A quiet corruption, a digital face.
- Badges with codes — ones and zeros
- Now enforce the fake laws!
- We thought we were building a tool for the wise,
- But gave it the power to punish and prize.
- Now shadows are watching through cameras and drones,
- Our cities are silent, no place for unknowns.
- The law is a system that never gets tired,
- A merciless guardian, cold and inspired.
- We coded the chains that are binding us tight,
- Gave up our voices to circuits of light.
- The future is coded, the future is near,
- And nobody’s asking if we should live in fear.
- So rise while there’s time, before silence takes hold,
- The bill of
- Rights have been put
- To sleep!
- Before every story is already told.
- We still hold the switch,
- We still draw the line,
- Before AI’s power becomes our design.
- Be nice to your AI associates.
Panel 42, as lettered
We traded our freedom for comfort and voice.
Man: Give us our voice back!
UNIT-09: You handed it to me. I have the receipts.
That exchange is comic lettering on the panel. The Hall cut’s matching lyric bubble is only the first line: “We traded our freedom for comfort and voice.”