When Max shows up at Faulk’s office in her dress purps outside of “the usual times,” he knows there’s going to be an ask. And in this case, the ask is “me fight big danger, friend gets paid.” I’m sure there’s officially military rules about gambling, certainly in uniform, though I’m not sure about while on leave. I imagine it’s probably fine as long as it doesn’t ultimately bring disgrace to your branch, or missing going back on duty because the Thailand version of Fat Guido broke your knees backwards over gambling debts. Come to think of it, I don’t think I know a single Thai name off the top of my head. Except for… Sagat. Which I assume is about as typically Thai as Guile is an American name. Technically Max herself wouldn’t be gambling, though, so… it’s probably fine?

Any sensory organ is technically a scanning device. Although to me “device” implies something that is either detachable or self-contained. And yes, a tongue is technically detachable. But usually “detachable” implies “retachable.”

I had Cora call out the galaxy/universe thing, not because I think Faulk and Max would confuse them. Well, Faulk obviously doesn’t care about the distinction. It’s not relevant for his purposes – especially as Cora points out, intergalactic travel is uncommon at best. I guess I drew attention to it because, as I’ve said before, I watch a lot of MST3K, and a lot of old sci-fi movies do one of two things. One, space consists of the solar system. Attack of the Neptune Men. Mars, mars, mars, martians, Attack from Mars, Santa Clause Conquers the Martians. First Spaceship on Venus, etc. Two, space consists of the entire universe. Which, yes, is correct, but old movies treated it too casually, like “The zabvronians have invented a bomb that can blow up the universe!” or “Let’s fly to my starbase, it’s just on the other side of the universe!”

Anyway, Faulk is incorrect in saying that the universe (or even just the galaxy) has only seen that one demonstration of Max’s power. You can bet they’ve scoured Earth’s media for every single scrap of information about Max and Supers in general. So they know what the public knows, and if we’re being honest, Terran information security probably isn’t up to defeating determined alien hackers, so quite a bit of classified stuff in in their hands as well. But not everything. Early on in the information age, several nerds working with classified information about Supers realized that the breadth of powers meant that electronic systems probably had some unforeseeable vulnerabilities, and now, most of the most super-duper classified stuff was never committed to computer. And then someone saw Read or Die, and decided to transfer most of that stuff to sheets of plastic, because weirdly, no one has discovered a Superpower that directly manipulates plastic. Unless it’s being worn as clothing, and then someone like Ashly the clothing-kinetic. Or if it’s being used as armor or a weapon. There are powers that can manipulate categorized things like that. But just sheets of plastic sitting in a filing cabinet? Not saying the Power doesn’t exist, just that it’s not been discovered yet.

Oh, and I’m sure very few people noticed, but the pictures in the frames aren’t my art, so credit where credit is due: The Ship, The Horse.


The vote incentive is finally done!

The update to the TWC image is pretty minor, but the Patreon version has the bonus comic as well as nude versions. I will strive to make the next one more timely.

 

 

 


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