Today on Quantum Vibe: Eating together Strip 323 - Click strip above to goto the next strip.
First Seen: Tue 2012-03-20
Story & Art: Scott Bieser - Sci-Fi Adventure Monday & Thursday.
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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In the mess hall -- a typical institutional/cafeteria arrangement. All of the women from Nicole's cell, except the Beltape, sit together at one of the tables. Nicole, with her food tray, is sitting down with her cellmates.
Nicole: So, we all eat together as well --?
Mac: You can sit where you want, Elf, but it works better for us if we stick together.
Nicole looks over her shoulder towards a corner of the room where the Beltape sits on the floor, balancing her food tray on her crossed legs. The cellmate she's sitting next to her, Yani, is tall for a Latina.
Nicole: What about ... uh ... my bunkmate?
Yani: She eats alone. She no talk to anybody anyways.
The cellmate on the other side of Nicole, Donna, is a somewhat dowdy African-type.
Donna: Fine by us. Don't want no smelly animals at our table.
The cellmates turn to eating their food. Nicole just stares down at her tray, frowning.