An online comic about Ace. A young geek that's too nice for his own good. All he wants is a regular life and a regular girlfriend. But he knows that isn't going to happen. – CGI – Adult situations. Artistic nudity. Not suitable for children or Fundies.
Ace: Don't tell me you used telepathy to summon that cleaning droid.
Peach: Not quite that. Most of us have neural implants. You didn't think the antennae were organic did you?
Ace: I kind of wondered.
Peach: It's not mandatory, but it is one of very few cybernetic augmentations of “theirs” that we still use. It's necessary to remotely control many systems. I could fly the ship from here, but it's not something I'd make a habit of. We've never gotten around the block on mind-to-mind communication, but that's probably just as well. They're also needed to control the voluntary functions of our shipsuits, such as deploying gloves, hoods, and stealth functions.
Ace: The silver underwear!
Peach: Exactly. Shipsuits are a programable nanomaterial. They help protect us against many hazzards of space travel. They're resitant to many forms of radiation, shield against impacts, disipate energy, retain body moisture, store a limited amount of oxygen, and in the event of a loss of or hazardous atmosphere, automatically deploy hood and gloves. When not in use, they compress to about the volume of a softball. Regs require that you keep one on you or near you at all times. If your hood and gloves deploy, it's best for you to relax and stay calm.
Ace: And someone will be along to help me, right?
Peach: Eventually. Most likely. But you don't have chorifillized skin. You'll run out of oxygen a lot faster than we will.