Small butcher-spacecraft carve up the corpses of dead gods floating in space. But then one of these small butcher-spacecrafts decides to “go rogue” and see a live god. Which is against the rules for some reason so a space cop chases after them.
This was awful. I mean… what?! People carving up god corpses for meat - could there be anything more banal as a premise!? For food. Do the people of the future not have cows or chickens anymore? They’ve mastered warp speed but haven’t figured out how to make any meat substitutes and/or farm cattle? Or is there something to the god meat - a magical property it imbues to the consumer? Don’t know because, oh yeah, Al Ewing is a shitty writer.
Nothing is explained so everything fails to make sense. I always thought gods were (mostly) ethereal beings rather than corporeal. How are these corpses “gods” - is it because they’re big? Does size mean you’re a god? Why are they all hot anime girls in armour - does that make them gods? Why is it against the law to see a live god - what happens if you do besides attract the attention of a space cop?
And that’s the book: nothing characters arbitrarily chasing each other through space for unclear reasons, saying weirdly antiquated ship sayings (why do they still say stuff like “eight bells” in the 24th century - are they hipster douchebag space-butchers?!), and occasionally stumbling across a giant hot anime girl in armour. This comic is garbage!
Al Ewing Only Writes Forgettable Bad Sci-Fi Comics, Book One: Don’t Bother is underwritten, poorly conceived, uninteresting crap.
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