“The Great Machine,” the world’s first superhero (who received his powers to command machines through an unexplained explosion), gives up vigilantism to become mayor of NYC. Critic and fans love this comic. I don’t. I find the coloring quixotic, the art stilted, and the main story to be little more than the author’s own political musings, which I find less compelling than his occasional tangential superhero plotline. I don’t even necessarily disagree with Vaughan, just that I’m not interested in such a blatant exploitation of a medium for soapbox purposes. Call me if he decides to write comics.