Today on Quantum Vibe: Filed a claim Strip 905 - Click strip above to goto the next strip.
First Seen: Wed 2014-08-20
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.
Kickstarter successful and closed [ May 19, 2026 ]
The Kickstarter campaign for Not-Safe.Space Chapter 3 concluded successfully on April 21, and Scott extended the time allowed for late pledges until May 19.
Books have been ordered from the printer and Scott will be spending the next week or so setting up and sending the PDF files to those who asked for them.
(There are still six of you who have not responded to the survey asking for e-mail and snail-mail addresses, he'll do the best he can.)
Panel 1
Nicole, seen now from across the bar, medium close-up. She is filling a shot-glass from an almost-empty bottle.
Nicole: So, yeah, about Izza … Issabellum.
Nicole: I researshed a way t' get her free legally, ya know, cause it's hard f'r a 200 kiloton freighter to go onna lam, y'know?
Nicole: But the thing is … the thing is, since I wash kidnapped, I have a claim on Gensaxwal, whish also owns th' ship, see.
Panel 2
Nicole is holding the glass up to her mouth, about to take another drink. We can see there's just enough left in the bottle for another shot.
Nicole: So I filed a claim, took ownership o' Cristina Kirshner.
Nicole: Then I filed manumission papers with the S&H office at L-5 City.
Nicole: To keep th' minions on board happy, I wash appoinned Captain, but lef' shtend … standing orderz before I lef' that th' ship's A.I., who renamed hers'f Izbel Paterson, would command in my stead.
Panel 3
Nicole pours the last of the whisky into her shot-glass.
Nicole: Sho, Izbel iz nao a shelf … self-emPLOYed freighter, but I think she's gonna see about getting herse'f a phys'cal abba … avatar to walk around in.
Nicole: Not bad f'r a tenday's work, huh, Fred?
Panel 4
Truck back to reveal Fred to Nicole's left, passed out with his head laying on its side on the bar, in a puddle of puke. Nicole hoists her glass in a toasting gesture.
Nicole: Shmart idear, shavin' a sidez a' yor head, Mishter I-Godda-Hollow-Leg.