Gentlemen... excuse me... while I kiss the sky -- 
Solicitation[]
Doctor Tomorrow goes in an entirely new direction to deal with a new generation. Using his new contacts, he seeks out the daughter he never knew. But she's not what he was expecting and he expects that she'll hate him! Journey into the Space Age as the Race for Tomorrow continues...
Yesterday's Grace... Tomorrow's Child[]
Appearances[]
Featured Characters:
Supporting Characters:
Villains:
- Reverend Cross
- Reverend Guntar Gundersen (Shannon's husband)
- Shannon Martin Simms
- Nazis (Mentioned only)
- Adolf Hitler (Mentioned only)
Other Characters:
- Black Panthers
- Civil Rights Movement
- Freebie
- Hippies
- Jimi Hendrix (quoted)
- Senator Joseph McCarty (Mentioned only)
- Krishnas
- Tomorrow's guerrilla army (In a photograph only)
- United States Military
Locations:
- United States of America
- California
- Los Angeles
- San Francisco
- Haight-Ashbury
- Occult (Tomorrow's safe house)
- Haight-Ashbury
- New York
- California
- Vietnam War
Items:
- "Angel Computer" ("yer computer thingie")
- Gun
- Hologram screen
- Huntington High School Yearbook
- Narcotics and other drugs
- Purple Haze (quoted)
- Sleep aerosol
- Time capsule (Mentioned only)
- Wooden cross
Vehicles:
- Airplanes
- Helicopter
- Volkswagen van
Credits[]
- Writers: Bob Layton
- Pencilers: Tom Grindberg
- Inkers: Bill Anderson
- Colorists: Atomic Paintbrush
- Letterers: Comicraft, Dave Lanphear, Siobhan Hanna
- Cover Artists: Tom Grindberg, Atomic Paintbrush
- Editors: Jeff Gomez, Evan Skolnick, Alex Glass (assistant), Mike Marts (associate), Peter Sanderson (essay)
- Editor-in-Chief: Fabian Nicieza
- Dedicated to Neal Adams
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Notes[]
- Cover layout, logo, and letters page design by Comicraft.
- Contains an afterword by associate editor Mike Marts and an essay about Neal Adams written by Peter Sanderson.
Quotes[]
Pathetic...
- Yer tryin' ta change the course of history with an army of dopeheads and sex perverts.
- As usual... your unique perceptions are clouded by your natural negativity and an enormous intake of narcotics.
- Bite me. It's the only thing that'll block out contact with my future selves, man! I hate those voices in my friggin' head!
- Yes. I suppose that all servants of god would look familiar... to the anti-christ.
- Gentlemen... excuse me... while I kiss the sky --
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