Or not really, but whatever.
We all know by now the tales of the intrepid Drake Dawson, the devious Artemis Kane, the sexy Steve Solutions, but what about the unsung inmates of Space Jail? What about (off the top of my head) Chuck Buffalo, the bare-knuckle boxer turned insurance fraudster? What about Fussbot, the cyborg dog who made history as the first non-human to be convicted of a hate crime? What about Scary Mary, The Woman Made Entirely of Lasers™?
So, over to you, our delectable little minions: tell us who’s rotting away in these space-cells, tell us their names, their crimes, their favourite beers, their lazily symbolic deformities. And in return, in thirty years’ time when the world is ravaged by fire lightning and economic collapse, when your humble landlords are carried through the streets on a tide of cash money and self-importance, when you, cold and starving and alone, eye the fat and the gravy dripping from our chins — in return for your help, dear readers, we might look down from our grandeur and smile.