Today on Quantum Vibe: Proper names Strip 1493 - Click strip above to goto the next strip.
First Seen: Thu 2016-12-15
Story & Art: Scott Bieser - Colors: Lea Jean Badelles Sci-Fi Adventure Monday & Thursday.
To boldly go where no manic pixie dream girl has gone before.
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
Medium c/u on Eithne, still seated at the booth, in between bites of her food.
Eithne: You know, it seems kinda off to refer to these aliens as 'aliens.'
Eithne: After all, we're the 'aliens here.
Eithne: We should come up with a proper name for them. And their ship. And their planet.
Panel 2
Murphy smiles slightly at Eithne.
Murphy: They do have names for themselves, their ship and their planet.
Mupphy: 'Fftpplt,' 'Pbbttppbt-fff' and 'Bbrrrbtpff,' respectively.
Eithne: I can't pronounce those.
Panel 3
Eithne smiles wryly back at Murphy.
Eithne: How about 'Buttoxians,' 'Suppository' and 'Methane'?
Murphy: If you say that in front of them I'll give you a spanking you'll never forget, Bosun.
Eithne: Oooo, promise?