Today on Quantum Vibe: Not happening Strip 615 - Click strip above to goto the next strip.
First Seen: Thu 2013-06-06
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
Buford and Nicole sitting on a sofa in the reception room. Each has a screen out, reading it. (Buford's has a touch-screen interface so she has one finger on a corner of the screen.)
Buford: Dunno why he picked Murphy to go wit' him – I should be in t'ere.
Nicole: I thought we'd discussed this.
Panel 2
Closer 2-shot on Buford and Nicole, still looking at their screens as they talk.
Nicole: Murphy has all the info, with perfect recall. Also, she knows what to ask.
Nicole: She can feed this to Nigel through the earpiece we got for him.
Panel 3
Buford and Nicole. Buford is snarling now.
Nicole: Of course, if you guys had proper implants …
Buford: It's not happening. Get off my back, _elf_.
Panel 4
Nicole gives Buford a pained look. Buford looks contrite.
Buford: Sorry, baby, I'm on edge.
Nicole: Just keep that edge pointed away from me, ok?