Today on Quantum Vibe: Lending money to rubes Strip 2201 - Click strip above to goto the next strip.
First Seen: Mon 2021-02-01
Story & Art: Scott Bieser - Sci-Fi Adventure Monday & Thursday.
Dark plans fall like thunderbolts.
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.
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Panel 1
Albert tries to cajole Ka. She keeps her back turned to him but doesn't walk away. (We can see some people in the middle distance throughout.)
Albert: Listen, I'm worried about Zondra. She could be in trouble ...
Ka: Oh, she's always in trouble. Tons of stalkers. Like you, maybe? Does she owe you money?
Panel 2
Albert looks offended.
Albert: Stalker? I beg your pardon.
Albert: As it happens I owe her a moebit, but mainly I'm concerned for her.
Ka: You owe her? She's not one to go lending money to rubes.
Panel 3
Albert looks even more offended. Now she turns to face him, points at his torso.
Albert: 'Rubes?' Where do you get off calling me that?
Ka: Are you kidding? Look how you're dressed! Classic rube.
Albert (thought): This is ridiculous. But as long as we keep talking ...
Panel 4
Now Albert looks a bit mortified, looking down at himself.
Albert: What do you mean? I update my wardrobe every year. This is the very latest ...
Ka: In the ass-end of nowhere, maybe. To me you look like Sixth-Century Hicksville.
Albert: But … I was born in the Eighth Century.