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: Fingers, toes, and… Yep, all here. I’m sure you’d tell me if I was missing any internal organs.
Walton: No danger of that. Our transporters are much like the Howard Taylor Teraport. It opens subatomic wormholes on your location, and your atoms fall through without breaking so much as a molecular bond. Mostly.
Ace: And the dry mouth?
Carver: Bio-hazard filtration. That does tend to carry away some moisture, and occasionally cause some digestive issues later. Admittedly, in bulk transports, the filters can be a little rough. But your friends are well. We’re just holding them in a sleep state until you can greet and explain to them.
Ace: Could you use that to treat cancer? Leukemia?
Carver: It’s my prefered method to excise growths and tumors. But anything I might try for leukemia would be highly experimental on my part. I suppose I could assist a Terran specialist. Which is not currently an option. Why do you ask?
Ace: My friend’s mother has been suffering from it, but it appears she may be going into remission.
Carver: Pending formal Orion-Terran Contact and relations, I’ll look her up. I’m not involved with deciding when that will happen.
Ace: I see. More importantly, there should have been four women at home. Akane was with myself and X. That leaves Luna, Jaz, and Kimi. I think you missed someone.
Walton: Oh Guide me! Chief Engineer to Transport Control.
Voice: TransCon. Go ahead, Chief.
Walton: Check scanner records for the Young- er, Just Ace domicile. Did we miss anyone?
Voice: Good news there. I was just about to notify you. We got a replacement pod in position long enough to bring up another young woman. And we got Ace this time, too.