Today on Quantum Vibe: Shocked, quite shocked Strip 616 - Click strip above to goto the next strip.
First Seen: Fri 2013-06-07
Story & Art: Scott Bieser - Colors: Zeke 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.
Not Safe [ Apr 24, 2022 ]
Starting Monday 4-25-2022, with part 3 of QUANTUM VIBE: This Means War, each strip installment has been extended to have six panels rather than four. We believe this will enable a smoother, fuller story flow for the reader. We will also be limiting uploads of QUANTUM VIBE to one installment per week so Scott has time to develop a new spin-off strip, Not-Safe.
Not-Safe will be a NSFW strip set in the Assimulation galaxy depicted in Volume 5, with Eithne Lamdagan as the central character. Our hope is it will bring in enough money so Scott can hire a colorist again and he can start producing more QUANTUM VIBE strips. More info coming soon.
In the well-appointed office of Richard Frumm. A cordial Frumm sits behind a massive desk, while Nigel and Murphy sit in front on extruded chairs.
Frumm: So, I understand you had a problem with your sister's autopsy?
Nigel: It just felt wrong – so I had another one performed at my own expense.
Frumm looks troubled.
Frumm: Another autopsy? By whom, may I ask?
Nigel: I'd rather not say at t'is point. But what we found was – troubling.
Nigel holds forth a small vial containing a grey crumb.
Nigel: T'e cause of death was in fact a stroke, but it was caused by malicious blood-nanites which had been injected into her.
Nigel leans forward to drive his point home. Next to him, we see Murphy looking intentlly in Frumm's direction.
Nigel: My sister was MURDERED, Mr. Frumm.
Nigel: She was your assistant – do you know why anyone would do somet'ing like t'is?
Frumm looks nervous but maintains his composure.
Frumm: No, and I am shocked … quite shocked to learn of this.
Frumm: Have you gone to your oday with this news?
Nigel leans back, looking at Frumm with smouldering eyes. Murphy casts a warning glance his way.
Nigel: No … not yet.
Nigel: I … I was hoping you could offer some additional information.
Frumm smiles like a snake.
Frumm: I see. Well, Mr. Levin, I assure you that if I learn anything relevant to this situation, I will contact you.
Frumm: And of course, you have my sincere condolences.
The extruded chairs rise a bit higher, lifting Nigel and Murphy to their feet.
Frumm: Now, if you and your – ah – personal assistant will excuse me, I have a busy schedule.
Frumm: Good day to you.