What would you say if your delivery man or postman arrived covered in blood? You would probably be shocked. However, in the future of Space Bastards it is totally legal…
An unpredictable and bloody Post Office
In the future of Space Bastards, published by H1 Originals at Humanoides Associés, there is a fast Intergalactic Postal Service but, in a society where unemployment is exploding, delivery people kill each other for a package because the more the package changes carrier, the more its delivery cost increases and therefore the more money the surviving delivery person earns. The postman can therefore make a fortune in a few days… if he survives. The reader enters this particularly strange world through David, a young executive fired from his multinational. An ad convinces him to join the Intergalactic Postal Service where he becomes the intern of Manicorne, an alien delivery man. However, David is very clumsy and too gentle… But he will learn very quickly. This episode that launches the atmosphere of the series also presents a crazy gallery of deliverers. This story was born around the birth of David Proton that the screenwriter Eric Peterson drew during his classes in 6e. A very complete file at the end of the volume takes up the history of his project. With the other author, Joe Aubrey, they make three short films completely failed according to them. This project is so close to their hearts that they continue but the galley continues. They successfully launch a crowdfunding comics project but the first cartoonist stops. The story becomes strange – but also dubious – because cartoonist Darick Robertson would have come to rescue them in the middle of a desert. We smile but it is undeniable that the talent of the cartoonist of Transmetropolitan and The Boys, is an asset of this complete story. The second episode of Space Bastards takes us back to the origins of the Intergalactic Postal Service through the biography of its whimsical boss. Before looking like a hippie who has watched too many westerns, this racist boss gets bamboozled by a casino boss. He inherits this postal service believing he is making a good deal but he ends up with fourteen million in debt. Totally ignorant of morality, he finds a solution by hitting the privacy of an employee. But, alas, technological progress threatens his beautiful invention.
Anarchy and capitalism
Space Bastards is a hilarious critique of uberization. Forget all your moral or social codes because only profit counts and the worst thing is that we laugh at it. Indeed, wild liberalism pushed to the maximum becomes absurd… and therefore funny. Certainly, images can shock the youngest or most prudish. Not only does the blood flow like a river, but a delivery man must remove a knife planted in his back with a puppy broom between his teeth to avoid screaming. Moreover, the places of ease come back very often including during a work meeting. All Space Bastards characters are bastards and not one character allows you to identify yourself. There was even a debate in the editorial staff of H1 about whether it should be published. But the writers do not praise this public service because they show the roots of the American post, the Pony Express, because the local office is run by Native Americans and trappers. Space Bastards demonstrates that a tension between multinationals is resolved by a military siege and rocket launchers. With this trade war where everything is allowed, the delirium of the writers and the cartoonists then passes to a higher level. With Space Bastards, the duo of novice screenwriters hits hard and below the belt. It took all the talent of Darick Robertson to put this story into images. Verbal and physical violence illustrates the violence of capitalism and demonstrates how the unbridled pursuit of profit turns into a struggle to the death. Think about it for your next order because nothing beats the shops. If this title intrigues you, you can find an article on another series of the same cartoonist, Ballistic, or Valhalla Hotel edited by Comix buro, French correspondent of this style.