red laser day
DESCRIPTION
A Cyberpunk Detective comic set in a futuristic Sweden.TRANSCRIPT
RED LASER DAYstory & artwork by olov redmalmEdited by Christer Larsson
Curious. I try to recall what happened last night. I have to ask my roommate.
I awaken to the morning light
trickling through the blinds. The
clock never rang and I’ve overslept.
robyn?
Detective Andrew Id’s apartment, Uppsala, Old City, October 7, 2O54.
but No answer. robyn should have woken me
up by now.
My favourite bowl is on the table. Lukewarm milk and cereal that has
since long lost its crispness.
Robyn knows I don’t like my cereal slushy.
And what is that?
I’ll think better with my trench coat on.
An action figure?
Wearing my fedora usually speeds
things up.
The Devil is in the details.
Well, I guess I believe in something. maybe a force, aliens or gnomes. But that’s another mystery. This is more of an investigation, really.
That’s strange. Robyn’s not the religious type. neither am I, for that matter.
robyn?
Sorry, oldster. I thought you were a
friend.
I can be your friend.
That’srobyn’sjacket.
How did you get hold of robyn’s jacket? where isrobyn?
Who are you talking about? Stop
yelling!
They’ll play you until you bring out some hard
currency.
is this a clue, or
am I still drowsy?
Billy, chilly, silly, Biking
…
C’mon, Robyn, why have you left behind a business card from a bike shop? You don’t
even believe in biking!
My investigation takes me to the Old Old Uppsala burial mounds...
... By bicycle.
Viking!
And why did you give away your jacket? You hate charity!
I know thesetypes of people.
this may be a long shot.
... By bicycle.
No regrets. A life may be in danger.
My own, unless I get the hell out of here.
hey, oldster.you know the fyris river is poisonous,
right?
Or should I call you...Vikester?
I dropped
me rudder in the beck!
cut the crazy act,I know your deal.
wow!
But your information better be more water proof thanmy trench
coat.
Stop!
You’re a descendant of the
ancient vikings buried underneath the Old Old Uppsala mounds, long before
man watched TV.
So here’s your heirloom. That’s what
you’re really after, right?
Your secret is safe with
me.
It’s over! I don’t exactly know what’s over, but
over it is, you scoundrel!
you silly goose! investigate this!
I stand there, silly as a goose, thinking the trail’s gone cold and wet.
Slushy.
When, suddenly, something slaps me like a dead
fish.
The old wretch had slipped me a clue, but I was too cocksure
to notice. Thanks. And I’m sorry… wherever
you are.
don’t mention it!
I dropped
me rudder in the beck!
I dropped me rudder in the beck. Rudder… beck… Rudbeck. Olaus Rudbeck, the creator of the Gustavianum theatrum
anatomicum.
Here goes...
stop.
Don’t touch that, andrew id.
Yeah? How do you know my
name?
it is I. your roommate...
doctor robyn clue!
what do you have there?
oh, you know...
clues.
nice trench coat. where did you get
it? I love it.
I get a creeping sensation that all of today’s mysteries are
convergingin this roomand I’m at
the centre of a vortex of
predictability.
I’ve been looking all
over for you! Quick! We need to leave this
place!
dr.swag’s. you probably haven’t
heard of...
run!
What exercise?I don’t understand. and i’m not tired.
Um, okay. What were you doing in there? What was that all about?
That was close. But
you did well today.
Let’stalk about it tomorrow,
alright?Unless you get some rest, this
might be our final
exercise.
That’s disturbing. You’re not supposed to do that.
Youknow how the rain doesn’t
agree with you. you get all
slushy...
just go home and rest, and we can talk tomorrow.
... like cerealin milk.
Cereal? serial. Milk, ilk. kill. robyn’s right. I need some rest. I’ll resume the investigation tomorrow. and this time, Hopefully, someone will wake me up.