"These aren't the droids" must be enchanted words formed by the right lips. Wielded by Obi-Wan, Luke and his robo-pals manage safe passage under the noses of a Galactic Empire blockade. When Neko Case and longtime collaborator Kelly Hogan tell us "these aren't the droids I was looking for," all of popular sci-fi, Vader through "shiny sexbots with only holes," becomes folly — the bone- and boner-headed daydream of male teenagers.
This little comic gem is a rebel song in the plainest sense: the future was designed by teenage guys, it looks like a permanent comic-con, and that's not a future that Neko Case or Kelly Hogan (or I for that matter) really want to live in. Instead, they proffer a more humane, more feminist version of tomorrow: guns that shoot feelings! A fundamental appreciation of literacy (but fewer shades of grey)! Everbody'd have more hair!