Rivers of Babylon (Patreon)

A nod to HG Wells’ Time Machine with this one. Not my favorite Wells story - that goes to War of the Worlds (thanks Jeff Wayne!), but still, a remarkable novel. 

It was interesting thinking about the pace and pressures of evolution while illustrating this comic. I envisaged swift evolutionary change for our humans, partly because of extreme adaptation pressures, but also because of higher radiation levels on the ship. 

One thing selection does well and quickly is resizing. And a large part of the physical change I created for our people, is just that: limbs stretching, head swinging back, teeth protruding and legs shrinking in zero g. 

What about the ship herself? She is a single organism, so naturally doesn’t evolve. However, once all the machinery and artifice of humanity is stripped away from her, she grows and even operates surgically on herself. By the end, her crew are long forgotten and she is perhaps mad, or sleeping or quite comatose. 

Her story is interesting too, and sprung party from my thinking on Oumuamua. So perhaps a story for another day. 

I hope you enjoy team!