My name is Charles Snippyand I am probably the last sane human being left on Earth. I know not whether you will understand this message. I know not whether you’ll even be able to decode the ones and zeros on this data card. I know not whether my voice will ever reach anyone.
Captain’s gender (and appearance, for that matter) is intentionally kept hidden throughout the entire comic. They seem to self-identify (at times?) as a woman, and there are various clues that they were assigned female at birth, but other characters swap pronouns frequently, they themself never specify explicitly, and they are described as having a deep, booming voice (though it’s speculated to be a voice modulator).
But the best part is that Captain’s gender is literally incomprehensible. Here’s an excerpt from one of the panels:
“I looked at jubilant Captain and wondered whether the cubes would try to dissect h…. hi… he… What? Annoyingly enough, even being dead and out of synch with the universe didn’t allow me to mentally focus on Captain’s gender. There is definitely something wrong with Captain. Perhaps it is something awful that is not meant to be discovered? Or…? Damn it! The harder I tried to ponder on what exactly the Captain was, the more my mind burned with confusion. I felt a presence of unnatural apathy settling over me. I mentally fought against it and discovered a great sense of DOOM flooding into my head, telling me not to inquire further, lest the Universe fold in on itself.”
What better role model than a strange unknowable entity?
Anyway, besides that, the world building is rather nice and the art is absolutely flooring. In short, I highly recommend this comic.
Today I had a strange encounter on the elevator. When I got on, there was someone else inside: a trench-coat-wearing individual with a military cap and gaskmask on. I only saw their back and instantly felt the oddest sense of tingling familiarity towards this person. “Do we know each other?” I asked. The trenchcoat waved me off: “Not yet” and marched out of the other side of the elevator with the doors sliding shut before I could ask anything else.
How many days, how many years or months has it been? I’m afraid to look at the calendar. I’ve been in this bunker far too long, and I’m beginning to lose track of time, and of myself. I am so alone, and so it should be, for I’ve committed the worst crime, the extermination of billions. I try to convince myself that they were already brain-dead when I ordered the nuclear launch, and it helps just a little.
Followed Captain around, fought monsters with a guy named Fred (who could spit fire), and eventually got so anxious that Captain drew a square on the ground around me and told me to stay inside until the frightening shadows had passed as they would not reach me in there.
‘I did not want to die. When I saw the machines slicing up my friends and co-workers I realized that I no longer wanted to be part of Annie. She was no longer my love, but something monstrous, something that I did not want to be a part of.’
I downloaded the report into my mind and reviewed the video of the “coffee” flood. A most obtuse terror plot unfolded before my eyes. The Unscannable pretended to bumble around, as if he had nothing to do with the entire thing as Cube 15 went to hell in a matter of minutes. Pipes do not explode on their own. Mobile satellite super-weapon apps do not activate themselves. The ion beam interrupted the video by shutting down the all the electronics. They found him, alive in the ruins, his DNA crawling with tachyons.
All you ever do is run away. Well, you can’t run away from a Dex. We are designed to never stop.