Today on Quantum Vibe: Don't call him 'Doctor' Strip 81 - Click strip above to goto the next strip.
First Seen: Mon 2011-04-11
Story & Art: Scott Bieser - Sci-Fi Adventure Mondays.
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.
At the Dispatcher's office. Seamus is standing outside the window, leaning on his cane. Wayne can be seen in the background, with his valets at his elbows, apparently in some kind of tel convo (hand to side of head as if holding a mobile phone).
Seamus: Anything yet?
Dispatcher: Still no signal, but if the ship makes it out 5 million klicks, our sensors will see it.
Closer two-shot of Seamus and the Dispatcher. The Dispatcher is a bit less gruff than he was before.
Seamus: Regrettably, I failed to foresee this situation and did not set up equipment to detect an 8-meter craft boosting away from the Sun.
Dispatcher: Yeah, well, nobody's perfect, Doctor.
Another 2-shot of Seamus and the Dispatcher, different angle. Seamus looks pained.
Seamus: Augh, no.
Dispatcher: What's wrong?
Medium close-up on Seamus, looking serious.
Seamus: Sir, if you want to be formal, address me as 'Dr. O Murchadha.' If you want to be informal, address me as 'Seamus.'
Seamus: But please don't call me 'Doctor.' I'm a person, not a title.
Wayne has now walked up to the window with Seamus and the Dispatcher. Wayne is smirking, Seamus rolls his eyes. Dispatcher tries to pretend he's not listening.
Wayne: You may also call him 'Lord of All Space and Time' but 'Seamus' is shorter.
Seamus: I'm sure they think you're quite the witty fellow on Terra.
Two-shot of Wayne and Seamus, Wayne leaning into Seamus like Bugs Bunny tweaking Elmer Fudd.
Wayne: Oh, I killed at the Comedy Palace.
Seamus: No doubt they slipped on your oil slick and cracked their skulls.
Wayne and Seamus are interrupted by the Dispatcher, who has one hand to his ear and is waving at them with one of the others.
Dispatcher: Pipe down, you clowns!
Dispatcher: I think I'm picking up a signal.
Medium close-up on the Dispatcher – still holding one hand to his ear, peering intently at his monitor screen.
Voice (filtered): (unintelligible) out of (unintelligible) northern pole, on trajectory to Mercury. Helios Base, do you copy?