It’s the far future, not that that’s any excuse.
MEET ME AT THE JUMPGATE is an episodic, sci fi, webcomic set in the far future with Max as the main protagonist. It is executed in watercolour by mu and written by rp. For further detail go to ABOUT
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Some time earlier…
So here we see Space Station Brompton 1 (or SSB-1 as it is lovingly designated). This is where Max was some time earlier. He was relaxing ‘off-ship’, taking a drink in one of the many bars on SSB-1 and stocking up on his favourite snacks. However, the main reason he was here was to load up on a consignment of goods – biscuits to be precise. A staple of the known universe.
This is what Max does. As an intergalactic haulage contractor he traverses the systems of known space, transporting goods from here to there or from there to here. Hey, it’s a living!
It’s what happens next that jump starts our story.
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The use of a nautical term when dealing with space is one that is perpetuated throughout Science Fiction. Helm, the old nautical term meaning ‘the steering thing that directs the ship in its travels’ serves well here. Max is the helmsman of this craft and knows it like the back of his paw. We see it (the craft) in a little more detail here ourselves.
I believe we might find out more about this ‘ship’ if we stick with it.
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Through the dark blanket of space – dogs see space as a large blanket, a dog blanket if you will. They see it as something they can snuggle down in, in the dog basket that is the universe. They may have evolved but some habits die hard…
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In the inky blue of space [shouldn’t that be inky black? – Ed].
In the inky BLUE of space, stars twinkle, as they for aeons ever have. They punctuate the monotony of nothingness and man, as he ever has, looks for meaning. He attributes shapes and mythologies and plans adventures yet it is only when he actually sets out, that the vastness of its reality breaks his reverie and he quakes at near infinities.
But that’s what ion propulsion drives are for, right?
A planet, mere AU’s away spins with clockwork precision in a place where time has no real meaning.
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