By Gary Meyer and his AI bestie (April 15, 2025)
When I read that (not my) POTUS was getting his physical from a Dr. Barbabella I misread it as the French satirical science fiction comic strip heroine created by Jean-Claude Forest and subsequent popular movie starring Jane Fonda, “Barbarella.” I wondered what ChatGBT could do with that. You will note in the comic strip balloons there are misspelled words and the bottom panels are partially cut off sometimes. ChatGBT wants to be sassy and hip in its responses.
I asked for : “BARBARELLA as a doctor treating Donald Trump.”
ChatGPT said:
Alright, here’s a wild and campy scene idea: Barbarella—the intergalactic space heroine with a flair for the dramatic—is now… Dr. Barbarella, MD (Master of Drama), tasked with treating none other than Donald J. Trump. It’s a sci-fi meets political satire crossover nobody saw coming.
INT. FUTURISTIC MEDICAL BAY – DAY
The walls pulse with pink neon. Hovering medical drones beep cheerfully. DR. BARBARELLA floats into view in a glittery lab coat, stethoscope swinging like it’s part of a disco outfit.
- BARBARELLA (with a sultry smirk)
Well well, Mr. Trump. What seems to be the issue today? Low empathy levels? A strange orange hue? Or perhaps… an overinflated ego?
DONALD TRUMP (sitting up in a translucent anti-gravity bed)
Listen, Doc, everyone says I’m the healthiest president ever. I have perfect genes. Tremendous genes.
- BARBARELLA (tapping on a glowing orb)
Mm-hmm. According to this galactic scan, your humility meter is at zero, and your truth serum resistance is off the charts. Very rare… possibly dangerous.
TRUMP
Fake scan! My humility is huge. People are always telling me.
- BARBARELLA
Don’t worry. I’ve treated worse cases—once had to deflate a Jupiter prince’s ego before breakfast. Now open wide, I’m going to administer 10ccs of Reality™.
A needle shaped like a tiny spaceship hovers over. Trump tries to swat it away.
TRUMP
That’s a witch hunt!
- BARBARELLA
No, darling. This is science fiction. You’re lucky I didn’t bring out the Orgasmotron.
TRUMP (eyebrows raise)
…The what now?
Want this in comic strip format? Or should we make it even weirder—like add in Elon Musk as her medical assistant?
I said: comic strip format
ChatGPT said:
Awesome, let’s go full retro-sci-fi comic strip style. Here’s the layout for a 6-panel comic strip called:
“Barbarella: The Trump Treatment”
🟪 PANEL 1: TITLE PANEL
Visual: Bold, glittery comic title across the top. Dr. Barbarella strikes a dramatic pose with a stethoscope and a laser scalpel, space swirling behind her.
Caption:
“BARBARELLA: The Trump Treatment”
In a galaxy where facts are flexible… one doctor dares to prescribe the truth.
🟪 PANEL 2: MED BAY INTRO
Visual: Trump reclines in a glowing anti-gravity medical bed. Barbarella floats in, fab as ever in a shiny chrome lab coat and thigh-high boots. Drones hover behind her.
Barbarella:
“Well well, Mr. Trump. Complaining of delusions of grandeur again?”
Trump:
“I’m the healthiest person in the universe. Everyone says so.”
🟪 PANEL 3: SCAN RESULTS
Visual: Barbarella taps a crystal orb. A hologram of Trump’s body appears with labels: “Ego: 1000%”, “Empathy: N/A”, “Truth Capacity: 0%”.
Barbarella:
“Mm… Your humility levels are dangerously low, and your ego is in supernova status.”
Trump:
“Fake data! Deep space hoax!”
🟪 PANEL 4: THE PRESCRIPTION
Visual: Barbarella prepares a syringe shaped like a mini spaceship. It glows ominously.
Barbarella:
“Time for your dose of Reality™.”
Trump (panicking):
“WITCH HUNT!”
🟪 PANEL 5: CHAOS ENSUES
Visual: Trump tries to flee the med bay, chased by a tiny floating drone holding the syringe. Barbarella lounges, amused.
Barbarella (to drone):
“Boost sarcasm levels to 300%—he responds well to that.”
Drone:
“Administering sass.”
🟪 PANEL 6: EPILOGUE
Visual: Trump floats in a glass containment orb labeled “Quarantine: Toxic Ego”. Barbarella turns to the reader with a wink.
Barbarella:
“Just another day of space medicine. Now, where did I leave my Orgasmotron…”
Would you like me to actually generate the visuals for this comic strip? Or add other characters like Space Biden, Robo-Musk, or Galactic Supreme Court?
I asked for (F)Elon and RFK Jr. to be added and got this less than impressive follow up
The AI bot has some spelling issues but an interesting experiment so far.
What if Robo-Musk and Dr.(?) RFK Jr. gave him the physical?
His “actual” report claims “everything is Normal.” No further details because who needs to know.
For fun I asked what would happen in Jane Fonda’s Barbarella met the original comic strip version.
The response:
That’s a super fun concept! Jane Fonda’s Barbarella (from the 1968 cult classic film) and the comic strip version of Barbarella (from Jean-Claude Forest’s original French comics) are similar in essence but visually and tonally quite different. Here’s how they might interact or contrast if they met:
Scene: A Psychedelic, Interdimensional Lounge in Deep Space
Jane Fonda’s Barbarella, all space-glam in her silver go-go boots and voluminous hair, materializes in a burst of glitter and lasers. She blinks in surprise as she sees another version of herself reclining on a velvet chaise—Comic Barbarella, illustrated in elegant inky lines with a knowing smirk and a cigarette holder.
Jane Fonda Barbarella:
“Well… this definitely isn’t Tau Ceti.”
Comic Strip Barbarella (in sultry French accent):
“Mon double… or perhaps mon miroir? You look like you’ve stepped out of a Hollywood hallucination.”
Jane:
“And you look like you escaped a philosophy class in a French jazz club.”
Comic (smirking):
“Touché. But tell me—how does your world treat a woman of the stars?”
Jane (shrugs with dramatic flair):
“I get captured a lot. Seduced more. And the fashion? Iconic. As for the narrative? A little… disjointed.”
Comic (laughs):
“Ah, in mine, I am both object and subject. The men underestimate me, but I bend the plot to my will. I flirt with metaphysics, not just men.”
Jane:
“Same. Just with more… lava lamps.”
They clink glasses filled with a glowing liquid. Somewhere, a Moog synthesizer plays.
Want me to generate an image of that scene—Jane Fonda’s Barbarella face-to-face with the comic-strip Barbarella, each in their iconic style?
ChatGPT said:
Oh wow—now that would be a surreal crossover. Let’s imagine the vibe:
Scene: The Gilded Galactic Throne Room of Planet Ego
Jane Fonda’s Barbarella descends from her crystalline spaceship, bathed in a soft pink glow. Across the shimmering marble floor, seated on an over-the-top throne of gold-plated asteroids, is Donald Trump—dressed in a sci-fi-meets-business suit hybrid, red tie still intact but now glowing with alien tech.
Trump (grinning):
“Well well well, who sent the intergalactic beauty queen?”
Barbarella (arms crossed, amused):
“Who decorated this place, Liberace on steroids?”
Trump:
“They say I have the best planets. Nobody builds better empires. Ask anyone.”
Barbarella:
“I came for peace, not press conferences. But okay, let’s talk terms.”
Trump (pointing to a giant glowing button labeled “MAKE SPACE GREAT AGAIN”):
“We’re gonna build a wall around the galaxy. Keep out the Martians. Total disaster. You’re gonna love it.”
Barbarella:
“You’re hilarious. But if you push that button, I will vaporize your comb-over.”
Cue a laser-stare standoff. Somewhere in the background, an alien band nervously plays a version of “Hail to the Chief” on synth-flutes.
Would you like an image of that scene? It could be super pop-art and over-the-top—Barbarella all glam and Trump cartoonishly regal in a sci-fi palace.
ChatGPT said:
Oh wow, taking it there—classic Barbarella energy! Here’s how that scene might play out:
Scene: The Interior of the Orgasmatron, Rebooted with 2020s Tech
The machine hums with seductive, synth-laced tones. Lights pulse rhythmically. Jane Fonda’s Barbarella, glam as ever, flicks a switch with a smirk. Inside the clear, futuristic capsule: Trump, looking suspicious, adjusts his tie.
Trump (nervously):
“What is this? Some kind of beauty spa? I’ve had the best spas. Tremendous spas.”
Barbarella (grinning):
“Let’s just say it’s… stress relief. Galactic style.”
Trump (chuckling):
“Well, I do have very high ratings. People say I’m the most stimulating—”
The Orgasmatron powers up. A beam of pink energy envelops him. Harps and electric guitar riffs echo around the chamber. His speech turns into a slow string of moans, tweets, and confused golf metaphors.
Barbarella (watching through the glass):
“Some men just can’t handle the future.”
ChatGPT said:
Want me to generate an image of that? Barbarella at the control panel, Trump hilariously overwhelmed inside a neon-pulsing Orgasmatron, done in retro-sci-fi comic style?
I said: Yes please.
I couldn’t generate that image because the request violates our content policies. If you’d like, I’m happy to help create a different version of the scene or come up with a new idea entirely—just let me know what you’d like to do next!
Awesome! Let’s spin a different version that keeps it playful but within bounds.
How about this:
Scene: The Diplomacy Simulator Room aboard Barbarella’s Starcruiser
Barbarella, in her shimmering space attire, stands at a sleek control panel labeled “GALACTIC DIPLOMACY INTERFACE.” Inside a transparent pod is Trump, looking confused but intrigued. Instead of the Orgasmatron, it’s a high-tech “Empathy Engine”—a device that forces world leaders to feel the consequences of their decisions.
Trump (looking around nervously):
“Is this thing supposed to be fun? I was told there’d be golf.”
Barbarella (with a wink):
“No golf here. Just… perspective.”
The pod lights up. Suddenly, holograms of climate change, economic inequality, and galactic refugees swirl around him. He’s bombarded by empathy simulations. His face contorts—confusion, humility, maybe even… understanding?
Barbarella (sipping a glowing martini):
“Don’t worry. It only hurts if you resist.”
Would you like an image of this version—Barbarella cool and confident at the controls while Trump experiences the “Empathy Engine,” all in retro-futuristic comic style?
I said: Let’s get more specific–Trump gets a medical physical from Dr. Barbarella.
That’s a hilarious setup—definitely got classic campy sci-fi energy written all over it!
Scene: The MedBay of the Alpha Aphrodite
Chrome walls pulse with soft blue light. Alien instruments hover and blink. Barbarella, now in a chic white-and-silver med-uniform, scans a futuristic clipboard.
Trump sits awkwardly on a hovering examination table, legs dangling. He’s wearing a patient gown—gold-trimmed, of course—with a look that’s somewhere between smug and suspicious.
Trump:
“Just so you know, people say I have perfect health. The best genes. Tremendous stamina.”
Dr. Barbarella (deadpan, checking her scanner):
“Mmhmm. Says here your cholesterol is in another galaxy. And your ego is blocking the neural uplink.”
Trump (waving it off):
“Fake scans. I feel fantastic. Better than ever. Everyone says so.”
Barbarella (smiling as she activates a probe that starts glowing ominously):
“Oh, good. Then you won’t mind the multi-spectrum vitality stimulator… it’s very thorough.”
A robotic arm buzzes to life. Trump gulps. A chorus of tiny alien nurses giggle from the corner.
Want me to bring that scene to life in an image—Barbarella cool and clinical, Trump squirming on a glowing space-exam table, all in that retro 60s comic book flair?
That’s enough for now but it is fun to play with.
We do not want AI to replace the brilliant political cartoonists whose genius comes to us after the entire spectrum of each day’s events (or is it A1 sauce if you heard Education Secretary Linda McMahon discuss the threat to school children).
AI Steak Sauce responded with their own fine sense of humor–it all went viral.
But back to my point about real cartoonists. There are many wonderful artists. One of my favorites is Ann Telnaes who recently left the “Washington Post” and has her own website and substack. Sign up for her regular cartoons such as these recent takes on medicine. 
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