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Content Warning:

Needles, eye injury.

The comic opens with the Chief, a heavily armored space marine-lookin’ gal toting some sort of pistol-bayonet over her enormous pauldrons. She looms over a spry little research associate, who wears a baggy military coat, an armored harness, and some oil-stained gloves. She is seated at a workbench, chewing on a hex key while she roots around in the guts of a partially dismantled mechanical leg. Her hair is pulled up in a ponytail, with her flyaways drooping over her large, round-rimmed glasses.

Chief: Hey. You. R.A.

The R.A. freezes. She looks up at the Chief like a deer in the headlights.

Chief: Can I ask you a question?

The R.A. lifts her glasses and squints at the Chief, grinning mischievously.

R.A.: I don’t know! I’ve never been in this position before.

The Chief continues, impassive.

Chief: Why won’t you let the bioengineering division outfit you with new eyes and a new leg?

Your nearsightedness puts you at a severe disadvantage.

The R.A. gazes through her glasses, a little dead-eyed. She glances away, features all creased with apprehension.

R.A.: Well…

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April 8, 2022

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A short comic about being nearsighted, among other things.

A scribble of the Chief thinking very very very very hard. On one side of her thought bubble is a meter labelled 'Previous threat level,' with the R.A.'s bubbly face next to it. Almost nothing registers in the meter. On the other side is a meter labelled 'Revised threat level.' The meter is completely full and the R.A. looks appropriately unhinged.

Actors: Irene Lysimachia Isidoros (Chief), Maila Reyes (The R.A.)

Verses: Chief and the R.A.

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