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First Seen: Wed 2018-09-12
Story & Art: Scott Bieser - Colors: Gus Mendes Sci-Fi Adventure Monday & Thursday.
Creepy moves in darkness dares discovery.
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.
Project Complete! [ Oct 31, 2023 ]
We made it! We exceeded our target goal and we're wrapping up the loose ends. Big thanks to our project backers. We're your biggest fans for supporting our project to create the Omnibus hard bound edition of Quantum Vibe: The Murphy Drive>, a collection of the first three volumes of the Quantum Vibe saga.
Over the next week or so, Scott will be assembling the book pages for printing. We expect to have the printed books and other items on hand and ready for ship in December 2023. The E-book edition of the Omnibus should be available for download from DriveThruComics to those backers who selected that award. Vouchers will be sent via email.
Diana is looking at her right forearm as if it were a strange bug. Dong and Wook look on.
Diana: Inside my forearm? But that's … that's …
Diana: Holy shit.
Diana explains to the Mechanic, who looks skeptical. The Assistant is in the frame.
Diana: My arm was broken almost in two by an S&H thug.
Diana: I ran. Barely made it to a safe haven before I passed out.
Diana: I trusted her. She healed my arm, but she … must have ...
The Assistant thoughtsends with the Mechanic.
Assistant (thoughtsend): I recognize this one, now. She was on Byron Tchaikovsky's stream a few hours ago.
Assistant (thoughtsend): Lorelei DeClayre was parading her as some kind of beltape victim.
Assistant (thoughtsend): But the story matches.
Diana wants to rage but is barely holding it in check, gritting her teeth and hunching her shoulders. The Mechanic regards her with bemusement.
Diana: She put this … thing in me.
Diana: That … cunt … pretended to be … my friend.
Mechanic: DeClayre, eh?