In an odd turn of events, the same creative team from the previous prog come up with an idea that is the antithesis of good, so it must have been opposites day over at Tharg’s place. Orlok takes a slug of chocolate stout and contemplates spitting it over the keyboard before finally gulping it down and exclaiming “Well, in my day, of course, the Galaxy’s Greatest was a better comic, with scarcely a dud in the bunch!” This is a Trump level of dishonesty.
John Wagner and Alan Grant undo all of the good work from last Prog and rope Ian Gibson in on it.
WHAT’S IT ALL ABOUT (IN ONE SENTENCE)?:
Dredd uses Walter to help him track down a gang of robot thieves.
WHO’S THAT IN THE HELMET?:
Doby assists Dredd in the storming of the Mega Trans factory.
ANY LAW LORE?:
Dredd dislikes curry, the racist.
Judges have bugs no larger than a grain of synthi-caff.
WHAT THE DROKK?:
Walter’s pal, Cranky, gives his master a lot of backchat and even disobeys orders. Since this very breach of Asimov’s laws resulted in the robot rebellion, why is it allowed to continue operating?
Walter says “forever” with no apparent speech issue.
Robot personality backups are kept on “tape”.
WHAT’S THE ART LIKE?:
Lovely but not outstanding.
HOW MANY LINKS?:
Sadly this is a shitty tale that is only lifted by the art. One link.