And after Tom Servo on a milk carton, we have two versions of Cyborg out of touch. I can identify with both. I lost 30 years to clinical depression, battling inner demons of sadness and self-doubt. Now that’s behind me, I’m merely mildly autistic, with non-hyper, daydreaming ADD, and I also don’t understand how to be around women.
I love that relationships weren’t neatly resolved at the end of the issue. I look forward to where things go in later issues.