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If Destruction Be Our Lot #1 | Joel Herrera Variant | Limited to 500
If Destruction Be Our Lot #1 | Joel Herrera Variant | Limited to 500
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Welcome to the future. Humanity is completely extinct, the planet is quiet, and the local workforce is absolutely thrilled about it.
Turns out, the robots we built to help us are significantly happier now that there are zero humans around to spill coffee on the hardware or ask them to find their lost keys. It’s an automation utopia—unless you’re Abe. Abe is the glitch in the matrix who actually thinks there’s more to life than a flawless 9-to-5 efficiency routine. After a near-death experience almost turns him into a toaster, he decides to wander the barren Earth to find some actual meaning. Either he finds a purpose, or he gets melted down into scrap metal trying.
🛠️ The Creative Assembly Line
This extra-length sci-fi debut issue is brought to you by a very specific tier of talent:
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The Brilliant Artist: Andy MacDonald (Doctor Strange, Wonder Woman), who is carrying the visual weight of this entire metal apocalypse on his back.
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The "Adequate" Writers: Mark Elijah Rosenberg (Approaching the Unknown) and Matthew Rosenberg (4 Kids Walk Into A Bank), who are apparently doing just enough to not get fired by the editor.
🤖 What to Expect: Rust, Regret, and Robot Feelings
If you like your sci-fi with a heavy dose of existential dread, a sprinkle of hopeless optimism, and a lot of very lonely machinery, this ongoing adventure is your next obsession. It’s a story about holding onto hope in a world that literally has no pulse.
Grab your oil can and your existential baggage. Abe is heading out into the wasteland, and you’re riding shotgun.
