Artist's Comments

It's pronounced "mi-ray-yuh," not unlike "Versailles." The yankees in the crowd should know that, but since when has American schooling actually taught anyone anything?

Also, if you haven't done the math, or weren't paying attention (I don't blame you), or forgot (it's okay, I haven't updated since fucking February, who the hell could remember my stupid shit that long?), this story takes place in 2o15. Remember, whatever you may think of how I portray the USMC, bear in mind that at this point (and within the fictional Brimzero universe) they're the best military the States can muster. Country just never recovered after the secession of Texas, losing everything west of the Rocky Mountains to Canada, and the catastrophic failure of the Ehrhardt weather control system turning Colorado Springs into beachfront property.

(Astute readers may wonder how a city at an elevation of 6035 feet can still be considered "beachfront property." The beach is under ten feet of seawater, at the bottom of a six thousand foot cliff. You think I was joking when I said "catastrophic?")

(Very astute readers may wonder what became of Texas in all this. Well, although it seemed dumb at the time, putting a dome over the entire country (in lieu of a big fuckin' fence) turned out to be a really good idea.)