Title: Omega: The Unknown: Classic.
Author: Steve Gerber and Mary Skrenes.
Artist: Jim Mooney.
Genre: Fiction, graphic novel, science fiction, super heroes, adventure, fantasy.
Publication Date: 1976-1977.
Summary: Omega is the last surviving member of an unnamed alien race. He escapes the mechanical beings who have devastated his planet in a ship headed to Earth. James-Michael and his parents are moving to New York City, but en route both of his parents are killed, but not before the boy discovers that both of them were robots. The story follows James-Michael's life as he is fostered to two young women in the Hell's Kitchen neighborhood of New York City. The series explores the problems he encounters in a strange new place, and his trials and friendships in a New York City public school. Meanwhile Omega the Unknown becomes a superhero figure in New York City and tends to appear when James-Michael is in danger. As the series progresses Omega and James-Michael eventually meet and interact, although the nature of their relationship remains unclear.
My rating: 9/10.
But the caped man would rather not say. He's spoken more words this day than in all the days since his arrival on Earth. Here, on the dessert outside Vegas, he can be silent without being conspicuous. He can marshal his thoughts, his strength, his will... for the ordeal ahead. How, he wonders, can these Earth-men bear to spend so much time in the company of their fellows? It's as if they equate solitude with loneliness? Or perhaps it's just practical. After all, the reclusive moments never seem to last long. Humans crawl out of the woodwork, demons pop from solid sandstone!
Ordinarily, of course, the intrusions are less obvious than this one. But it's in their covert nature that their potency reside. Their strength is their plasticity. Try it: attack any intruder into your personal space. You'll find your blow striking a pillow of good intentions. And, invariably, you'll learn that pillows have feelings, too! And you'll shudder as the pillow drives the point home (usually, but not always, verbally). Your self-centeredness, your tendency to brood, reviling your aloofness, your insensitivity, you cad!
Before you know it, you're on the defensive. Your temples throb, your muscles knot, and you reconcile yourself to the fact that, unless your identity is to be gobbled up whole, this intruder has got to be dealt with. Decisively. So your retaliate. Mightily. And the old cliché proves true! It hurts you more than it does them. Your space is your own again. But you've been scarred. And the distastefuless of the whole business still lingers in the wind. You're tainted, and so is your space. Ablution is required. Back into circulation you go. It's a "no-win" situation.