For Peeters, the temptation was great to finish AAMA, for an airtight graphic poem. Great but risky to let the reader on the tile conquered by three volumes of a breathless narrative. This fourth volume is ultimately far from being an exercise in style that would break all of the genre SF codes. However, finished the story sewn with white thread, yes, finally ended the suspense for identifying the hero overwhelmed by destiny. Lultime narrative objective of this fourth volume could hold in boxes 8: bring the big bang to a new humanity. This new humanity emerge from the union of AAMA-Verloc and his own daughter, incestuous, vertiginous abyss giving birth to a new human species, released frustrations and burdens of this hybrid and sick humanity. The genius of Peeters is measured in this graph sprint over 100 pages. Everything is movement, fall, decomposition, explosion, hero Verloc, gripping dAâma prophet, enjoying before final release of a final vagrancy among humans. Graphically, there are still very psychedelic universe gloss helvète, cousin of her grandfather trait, Moebius. The verb is superb too, tighter, elliptical and always very fair. So this fourth book holds up. It might disappoint Cartesian who wanted an end with text explanation. And satisfy the greatest number of its flashes are all legible. A great saga ends so that we say it deserves a film adaptation of the first order. Who knows?