Today on Quantum Vibe: Good enough for minor surgery Strip 1847 - Click strip above to goto the next strip.
First Seen: Fri 2018-09-14
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.
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Everyone is more relaxed, now. Except Diana, who is now clutching her forearm protectively.
Mechanic: Tell ya what, kiddo:
Mechanic: I'll believe your story, and not kill all three of you, if you let us remove the tracker in your arm.
Diana: Uh … can't you just 'kill' the tracker with an EMP?
Dong and his nieces are not looking happy, but not obstructing. Diana listens to the Mechanic.
Mechanic: Not good enough. Some of these things are pretty tricky.
Mechanic: You can zap 'em and think they're dead but they're really just dormant.
Mechanic: I don't have the greatest medical gear here but I've got good enough for minor surgery.
Diana, the Assistant, the Mechanic.
Diana: Digging a gadget out of my arm doesn't seem very 'minor' to me.
Mechanic: It will be a cake-walk compared with what will happen if you don't agree.
Closer in on Diana, still showing the Assistant, who is wearing a sweet smile.
Diana: Will it hurt much?
Assistant: Oh, probably.
Diana: Will you try not to make it hurt?
Assistant: I can't promise you that, but maybe.