| Page | 1 |
| Frame | 1 |
| Description | A space station looking like a child's jack. In order to not give away the reveal it is not seen again in full until the end. |
| Caption | Fineart has long taken a back seat to the Sciences. A lottery grant could secure a space station but not a new gallery. |
| Frame | 2 |
| Description | The crew in a 'right stuff pose' |
| Caption | So a bunch of bohemians took up the offer. Comprising Sate, Painter, Tiler, Culp, with Curaco and her cat |
| Frame | 3 |
| Description | A view of DNA storage banks with a few object d'art lying around |
| Caption | Having sold prestige works of art for funding, they acquired DNA from the classics and their fellows. |
| Frame | 4 |
| Description | The inside of the station being battered |
| Caption | They launched and hoped to slept until Science was overthrown. |
| Sfx | kaboom! kertrash! |
| computer | Alert- crew revival to secure payload |
| Frame | 5 |
| Description | The crew awakened from their travel chambers. Curaco is absent, Culp is already up with a clipboard |
| culp | Come on, wet those pastels, we're under some kind of attack and the Curaco's missing |
| sate | Is the Late machine warmed up? |
| art | Do you want this attack immortalised in oils |
| tiler | I thought we'd escaped from the authoritarian regime |
