Yeah, it’s awful.
Lewis doesn’t appear in the issue. Robocop doesn’t go to Detroit. The entire issue, for him, is set on an Aztec pyramid; something along those lines.
Robocop spends most of the issue talking about what it means to be Robocop.
What I find most amusing about the comic is how everything Furman worked on–this intricate frame job, Lewis’s romantic interest in Robocop, even the development of a more recognizable police force–gets flushed here for a really lame comic book.
Worse, Robocop’s out of helmet for most of the comic so Sullivan’s art on him is weak.
I realize Marvel could have cared less–they didn’t renew the license, I’m guessing–but… wow. It’s an awful comic book. Anyone involved with the writing and editing with any shame should have used a pseudonym.
Even after all these issues, this one’s utter lack of quality surprises me.