Tom King and Gabriel Walta take a character about whom I have been completely indifferent and weave a claustrophobic sci-fi suburban psychological chiller that reads like what would happen if Gillian Flynn wrote comics. The Vision him out of The Avengers, creates a picture-perfect nuclear family of synthezoids and sets up home in the outskirts of Washington while he commutes to consult with the president and occasionally save the world. While acknowledging the futility of trying to become more human, they embrace the pursuit of the futile as something quintessentially human. However the difficulty of being normal when artificial and the target for irrational super-villains and plagued by your own insecurities and fears and expectations is too much and things begin to spiral out of control, and the question becomes what will the Vision, a paragon of morality who has saved the world 37 times, at least, do to protect his family?