Today on Quantum Vibe: Unexpected attachment Strip 539 - Click strip above to goto the next strip.
First Seen: Thu 2013-02-14
Story & Art: Scott Bieser - Colors: Zeke Bieser Sci-Fi Adventure Monday & Thursday.
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
The drama ended, the queue to the gate continues. Seamus is almost at the gate now, and is a bit shaken.
Seamus (thought): Good goddard! That was a fright.
Seamus (thought): Why am I so on-edge lately?
Panel 2
Seamus hands his boarding pass to the gate minder.
Seamus (thought): Is this an effect of my last rejuv?
Seamus (thought): Or is it just the accumulated stress of dealing with these children?
Gate minder: Thank you, sir.
Panel 3
Now seated on the shuttle-bus, Seamus looks out the small porthole as he ponders.
Seamus (thought): I hadn't really thought I'd become so attached to Nicole.
Seamus (thought): Even though she caries some of my genes, she isn't my daughter in any meaningful sense.
Panel 4
Close-up on Seamus, chin resting on his palm, gazing out the porthole; a solitary tear streams down his cheek.
Seamus: It's just that ... she reminds me so much of ... of ...