Today on Quantum Vibe: A hamper-dispenser for his diapers Strip 1163 - Click strip above to goto the next strip.
First Seen: Tue 2015-09-01
Story & Art: Scott Bieser - Colors: Lea Jean Badelles Sci-Fi Adventure Monday & Thursday.
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Quantum Vibe
A thousand years in the future, humanity has colonized worlds in nearly
100 galaxies, thanks to Quantum Vibremonic technologies developed five
centuries earlier. Other new technologies have created various
off-shoots of humanity and extended life expectancies five-fold. The
story begins with how a mad scientist and his plucky assistant, along
with their robot friend, brought humanity to the stars, and continues
with the adventures of some unique people in fantastic places.
QV on a short break [ Jul 15, 2026 ]
QUANTUM VIVE is taking a break for a few weeks, as we prepare for Part 2 of the Novo Palermo story, and also for a Kickstarter campaign for Part 1, which will start in September.
In the meantime, Not-Safe.Space will continue, as a murder mystery begins and the relationship between Eithne and Diana develops in unexpected directions.
Not-Safe.Space is a NSFW strip but more than half the pages are SFW so I've set those to *not* require a Patreon membership. Readers should be able to follow the story without seeing the NSFW pages. If I've done this right.
Panel 1
Bok, Dorothy and Santiago enter Santiago's room. The 'bed' is an elaborate contraption which appears to have a built-in toilet/bidet.
Bok: Wow, that's some bed.
Dorothy: Your father will need this due to his … condition.
Bok: How do we get him into it?
Panel 2
Dorothy guides Santiago to his feet, out of the chair.
Dorothy: The same way we got him into the mobility chair.
Dorothy: He can stand and walk short distances. With time he might be able to do more.
Panel 3
Dorothy turns to make a hasty exit. Bok looks panicky as Santiago just stands there, drooling.
Dorothy: It'll be up to you to undress him for bed, and dress him in the morning.
Dorothy: There's a hamper-dispenser for his diapers in the corner there.
Bok: Oh, no, wait ...