Today on Quantum Vibe: Dressed for success Strip 1650 - Click strip above to goto the next strip.
First Seen: Thu 2017-08-03
Story & Art: Scott Bieser - Colors: Lea Jean Badelles Sci-Fi Adventure Monday & Thursday.
To boldly go where no manic pixie dream girl has gone before.
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
Eithne and Ralf in the cruiser's middle-section. She has the robes on again, holding the head-piece in her hands, peering inside of it.
Eithne: So what's this?
Ralf: A personal cooling unit. I was able to replicate one for you.
Ralf: It will last about 20 kiloseconds on a charge.
Panel 2
Eithne settles the fake head on her shoulders.
Eithne: Thanks! But I didn't know you could replicate powered gadgets.
Ralf: Well, I did have to use spare power-cells that we had in stock.
Ralf: Speaking of which, we should obtain more on our shopping trip.
Panel 3
Eithne and Ralf descend the gangway to their cruiser.
Eithne: Now that I'm dressed for success, let's go to the market!
Ralf: Please, this time let me do the talking. No more soliciting jobs.
Eithne: No problem, I can stay chill.
Eithne: Get it? 'Chill'?