An interesting if derivative read -- elements of Miracleman, elements of Watchmen -- that suffers from a periodically incoherent narrative that keeps on throwing in handsful of new characters at intervals, has some notably atrocious dialogue every couple of pages, and features some occasionally weird art, especially when it comes to female characters (there's an apparently contagious case of volleyball butt running through the whole thing to go along with the breasts bigger than characters heads.) Unfortunately Alex Ross' storytelling isn't quite up to his painted art, and Jim Krueger's writing skills seemed limited. I don't think I'll be checking in for the third chapter.