When mad scientists/aliens finally start uplifting and or genetically engineering animals I’d like a pangolin butler/valet /bodyguard. If it’s not too much trouble. Preferably whilst I work as a consulting detective in a strange solar punk future where cities are covered with bioluminescent flowers and shaded by trees as tall as Taipei 101
The inevitable comic about these crime-fighting adventures will be called Type A. Once I get around to writing it. And find an artist.