(Because of a variety of circumstances, Lisa and I are taking a Figs break. But! For those who just started reading the blog, I'm going to reach deep into the wayback machine and toss up some old Figs for your enjoyment.)
It took several Earth decades but the aliens from planet Xarcon-5 finally figured out the perfect disguise. Most of the target human population studiously ignored Sqetzel when he was wearing his avatar. He -- well, he-ish if you want to be accurate -- could observe his subjects his optical buds’ content. Once the designers put his note-taking stylus and key pad in the faux sinus cavity -- it had been down the back of his avatar’s pants but the looks of disgust from his subjects skewed the data -- Sqetzel’s research capacity soared, winning him the coveted Global Research Medallion three years running. Sadly, Sqetzel is out of the running this year after the incident with the overzealous hand sanitizer on the cross-town route.
Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.