Colonel Haulley strikes back. Oh yeah.
So, if you didn’t hear, the rumors are true: I was in a minor car accident on Friday. All’s well, though – no injuries, except for my poor car, but that’s what we have insurance for, and because it wasn’t my fault (I got struck from behind), fortunately, I’m not liable. It was just a little jarring. Cars aren’t normally supposed to intersect with each other on the highway. And of course, it was a tremendous hassle, because I’d wanted to drive home to see my mother on Mother’s Day, but wasn’t able to do so. So, sorry about it this year, Ma, but thanks for everything, anyway.
I guess you could call it good luck that this week’s page is another scene in the Junk World, since my hands were still shaking a little when I sat down to draw it. When drawing junk, that actually helps, if you can believe it. Anyway, once the gears of the insurance company start to turn, I can maybe get my car fixed and get back to normal.
Still here and still kicking. All the best, folks.
So… Dr. Gemmil was a madman I suppose? The Dr. Strangelove of autonomous virtual intelligence?
Hoffmann and his crew are gone. No big suprise. Game over, man. Game over.
I do get the strange feeling Haulley and Mike know more about what is really going on.
Does the bunker have a War Room I wonder?
Well… They did build Command Post Alpha because of a Mineshaft Gap.
Remember, there’s no fighting in the War Room! 😀
I’ve never HEARD of such behavior in the War Room before!
Madman… Genius… Two sides of the same coin, some might argue… 😉
He’s not a monster…he’s just ahead of the curve. [Insert maniacal laughter here.] 🙂
Things are becoming… very interesting. And even as we learn more about what Mike is doing, we still don’t have a clue about how and why is he doing all of this.
That’s the part I love in war stories, to see a situation degenerate in an apocalyptic war, and then here and there you find small bits of how they got into this mess, you reassemble the puzzle piece by piece while the characters are struggling.
Merci et bonne continuation, j’attends la suite avec impatience 🙂
(also, small typo in the last panel “What did you did you do with him ?”
Heh, noticed that too. Yet first I was trying to read this sentence with emphasis on different parts of it, yet that hadn’t made any sense…
Just needs a comma.
“What did you, did you do with him?”
read it out loud or if you don’t want to creep out someone in the room. Read it out loud in your head. 🙂
Yikes. I totally missed that typo. It’s graphical – I proofread at least three times, but missed it all three! Wild… I’ll have to touch up.
War and stress and shell shock can all addle one’s brains. So expect some locutional incoherence. Usually writing conversation is very different from prose. We don’t usually speak in complete sentences and you know how the normal person’s language is full of all kinds of mistakes from proper English. But then low English or conversational English is not of a high standard—generally.
A nice turn in the story. So good old Mike has much more on the ball than the top brass were told. Reminds me of the TochiKomas in “Ghost In the Shell” and of course Laumer’s Bolos.
Always best to have at least one more pair of eyes to proofread. The writer is too close to their work.