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This is a much higher resolution version of the 107th illustration for my ongoing serial The Lair of the Clockwork Book, which should complete its run at Thrilling Tales of the Downright Unusual sometime in April, 2012.
Things have turned pretty frenetic at this point in the story, which by now includes space pirates, the Space Patrol, a parade, and - as we see here - at least two unfriendly tentacles that have burst out of a laboratory in the Experimental Research District. The accent there is on "Mental".
From the story:
The Experimental Research District represents one successful approach to innovation.
If you take every wild-eyed scientist with a lab full of explosively inventive progress and then shove them into the same small neighborhood, it was argued, they would tend only to hurt themselves, each other, and their assistants. There would always be civilian casualties, of course: but it was so much easier to keep those to a minimum if the threats were all crowded together. The apparent danger of one immense, coordinated incident was considered small because the occupants of the District tended toward self regulation of the kind that starts with ’Fenwick’s project may be more remarkable than mine!’ and ends with ’Good old Fenwick. When shall we see his like again?’
The Air Safety Association has a special squad trained to deal with the District. That training, although Bonnie did not know it, was concentrated in a very large, top secret manual entitled "Things We Have Run From, and How To Run From Them". So the Myrmidon’s advice had been good: the authorities try just as hard as anybody else to keep their business out of the District. But Bonnie had no intention of going where the Clockwork Book so clearly wanted her to go.
This had, of course, been planned for.