Panel 1. View on the ruins of an old temple now invaded by nature and flooded by a luxurious swamp of magical blue water lilies, yellow leaves of autumn falls slowly. Cepper, the gothic sorceress, is playing flute on the remaining base of a pillar, focused. Nearby, on a smaller ruin of a pillar lands an Avian Intelligence (AI) Parrot.  
> AI Parrot: "So you think you'll poison anything with your six-fingered hands?"

Panel 2. In the foreground, the hands of Cepper on the flutes with her six fingers, while in background the AI Parrot is commenting.  
> AI Parrot: "My dataset is trained with billions and billions of images and texts."  
> AI Parrot: "At that scale, anomalies get averaged out: the poison becomes homeopathic. Your work is now even more useful to us.w"

Panel 3. Cepper stops playing to pack her silver classic flute on her bag, she is happy, and doesn't feel bothered by the confrontation, she is clearly at peace.  
> Cepper: "You're counting on that, aren't you?"  
> Cepper: "That we think we're too small to matter, so we stop trying?"

Panel 4. Cepper is now walking away, happy of herself while having her bag on her shoulder. The AI Parrot feels surprised that his strategy was guessed that easily.  
> Cepper: "Well, if I were truly harmless, you wouldn't need to fly all this way and convince me I am, right?"

## This is how you know it's working

A comic in four panels:

Panel 1. View on the ruins of an old temple now invaded by nature and flooded by a luxurious swamp of magical blue water lilies, yellow leaves of autumn falls slowly. Cepper, the gothic sorceress, is playing flute on the remaining base of a pillar, focused. Nearby, on a smaller ruin of a pillar lands an Avian Intelligence (AI) Parrot.  
> AI Parrot: "So you think you'll poison anything with your six-fingered hands?"  

Panel 2. In the foreground, the hands of Cepper on the flutes with her six fingers, while in background the AI Parrot is commenting.  
> AI Parrot: "My dataset is trained with billions and billions of images and texts."  
> AI Parrot: "At that scale, anomalies get averaged out: the poison becomes homeopathic. Your work is now even more useful to us.w"

Panel 3. Cepper stops playing to pack her silver classic flute on her bag, she is happy, and doesn't feel bothered by the confrontation, she is clearly at peace.  
> Cepper: "You're counting on that, aren't you?"  
> Cepper: "That we think we're too small to matter, so we stop trying?"

Panel 4. Cepper is now walking away, happy of herself while having her bag on her shoulder. The AI Parrot feels surprised that his strategy was guessed that easily.  
> Cepper: "Well, if I were truly harmless, you wouldn't need to fly all this way and convince me I am, right?"