Conrad has a somewhat ambiguous relationship with this deadest of dead languages, given that it's still around and has shaped the English language so much LATIN YOU WORD ZOMBIE YOU!
Thus I have made up the word "Summacracy", from the Latin for "Strict", as it applies to the world of Judge Dredd and Mega-City One. For there is precious little democracy in the Big Meg, since it's citizens are uniformly bonkers and shouldn't be trusted with a fork, let alone nuclear weapons. We'll get to that in time.
Speaking of which ... |
Okay, you have the Judges. These chaps (and chapesses, no discrimination in 2200) are tooled up so much they are the Big Meg's first line military force. Typically a Judge carries a multi-ammunition handgun,
<Conrad can be heard breathing heavily> |
I like this bike! |
Then there are the nukes ... The biggest baton the Judges have is the "Total Annihilation Device", a thermonuclear-tipped ICBM with sufficient yield to completely destroy a mega-city - yes, East-Meg One, we're looking at you.
Dredd, packing Stub |
Enough of the grim and grotty, time to enthuse the readers with a photograph of Edna. Art?
"Reduced to this," thought Edna. "In the fat man's Sekrit Layr." |
How can you stand this searing pace and leering look into a madcap lifestyle!*
WHAT!
Conrad is fond of science fiction novels, as you may have guessed - and the last part of The Expanse novels ought to be out in paperback by now - but he doesn't really want to be living in one, which is what I thought when perusing the BBC website last night. Art? The evidence, please -
Gadzooks. |
One of the robots in question. (Don't mention "Red Dwarf" or the skutters) |
Hmmm. Sometimes real life can be surprisingly dangerous, don't you think?
It's The End Of The World
- as we know it.*** Take a gander at the first picture portrayed before your eyes, up there at the top of the page. A serendipitous selection, because what did Conrad intend to hoik into the pages of today's blog but - Meggido. Art?
Deceptively tranquil ... |
You see? You see how everything is linked to everything else? And how hard I work on this stuff <Mister Hand redacts 5 pages of self-pitying whinging> hairs out, one by one, and you won't like that ONE BIT!
'Ware the Were-skunk! |
* I'm sure you'll cope.
** Cursed Earth, anyone?
*** Nod to R.E.M. there
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