Today on Quantum Vibe: Taking a leak Strip 606 - Click strip above to goto the next strip.
First Seen: Fri 2013-05-24
Story & Art: Scott Bieser - Colors: Zeke Bieser Sci-Fi Adventure Monday - Wednesday - Friday.
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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Exterior view, the spaceship and the black rock and Jupiter now at the ship's 9 o'clock position. Ship is closer to the rock now.
Spike: Okay, that's three hours, and the shape is 30% larger. Should be enough to get a gravimetric reading.
Mike: Yup. I get 83.4 thousand tonnes.
In the control cabin with Spike and Mike.
Spike: Hoo-wee! If even half of that is pure carbon, we've found the mutha lode.
Mike: You got that right. Now, how do we grab this thing? Do we web it?
Spike and Mike
Spike: No, our ion thrusters will fry this thing. We pad and push.
Mike: Gotcha. Deploying spinners ...
Spacecraft is now closing in on the rock, three booms extended towards a large pad of 'webbing' on the rock surface.
Spike: Coming to 25 meters … easy does it.
Mike: At least I can see the damn pad we spun onto it.
In the control cabin.
Spike: Contact! Good job, Mike.
Mike: Great, let's take the spin off this thing and then compute a course to Ceres.
Spike continues watching the monitors while Mike gets out of his chair. In an inset panel, we see one of Mike's hands clutching a screwdriver.
Spike: Okay. Also, we need to log this thing with the navigation network.
Mike: Hang on, I gotta take a leak ...
Mike suddenly whirls, grabs Spike's hair to pull his head forward, and with the other hand plunges the screwdriver into the back of Spike's neck, killing him instantly.
Back in his chair, Mike works his fingers over the control interface.
Mike: Sorry, lover. But orders are orders.