Today on Quantum Vibe: Multitasking For The Win Strip 840 - Click strip above to goto the next strip.
First Seen: Fri 2014-05-23
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.
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Amos, Murphy and Mitch.
Amos: Didn't Mitch tell you we don't ship sapients?
Murphy: Liability issues, I know.
Murphy: But I'm not asking you to ship me.
Amos and Mitch look confused.
Murphy: I want you to sell me a pockrocket, and I'll ship myself.
Amos scratches his head.
Amos: Um, well, I guess I could sell you a rocket, but you still have to deal with Ganymede Traffic control for a launch window and ...
Murphy: I'm linked into their network now.
Amos looks surprised.
Amos: You're what?
Murphy: I'm working through their system, getting the clearances I'll need. How soon can you have my pockrocket ready?
Amos is impressed.
Amos: I can have one ready for you in about four hours.
Amos: And it will cost you 300 thousand augrams, up front.
Amos and Murphy.
Murphy: I will pay you 75 thousand now, and 75 thousand you when you deliver the vessel ready for launch.
Amos: Uh, wait a minute.
Amos is in full haggle mode. But Mitch is looking really nervous as Murphy eyes his crotch.
Amos: I don't think you're really in a position to be low-balling me on this.
Murphy: Oh, I don't know about that ...
Mitch: OH GOURD ...
Amos is confused. Mitch is crying, looks like he's about to melt into a pile of goo. Murphy stands firm.
Amos: What -?
Mitch: My balls are on the line here, man! G-Give her what she wants!