Remember, subtlety is important when checking out a lady's backside.
So in the future, cigarettes are able to phase through oxygen helmets?
In the future, glass makes people forget how to run.
"No, on second thought let's not invade Camelot. 'Tis a silly place."
Even the main character isn't sure he wants to be a part of whatever's going on here.
I can't tell what's more WTF, the cover art, the title, or the fact that somebody thought of this, and somebody else agreed to publish it.
Because if there's any part of your body that doesn't need protection, it's your chest.
He's our only hope for survival? We're doomed.