Plastic Sea (DE) — What's Left，第 18 页
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Panel 1: Gleißender Nachmittag. Ein leeres, in alle Richtungen glitzerndes Meer. Roka, winzig im orangefarbenen Schwimmring, schreit aus Leibeskräften. Roka: 'BIBER! KABAK!' Panel 2: Er paddelt mit einer Hand, Bamyas gelbe Ente in der anderen, während seine Stimme heiser wird. Roka: 'Bamya...!' 'Ist da irgendwer!' Panel 3: Nahaufnahme: Roka schlägt aufs Wasser, sein Gesicht verzieht sich. Roka: 'Antworte mir...'
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Allein in dem orangefarbenen Schwimmring auf einem menschenleeren Nachmittagsmeer ruft Roka nach seinen Freunden, paddelt mit der gelben Ente in der Hand und schlägt aufs Wasser, während seine Stimme bricht.
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In the dark at the bottom of the sea, something is counting. On Candyreef, a candy-coloured island of floating trash, Roka wakes to a water bag in the face from his street crew, lifts breakfast from the old woman who would have fed him anyway, and tells the kid who follows him that he doesn't owe anybody. Then the gulls lift all at once, and a Maw eats half the island. A day and a night alone at sea later, the Garden Ship fishes him out and orders him to walk its treadwheels for fish heads. Roka is nobody's slave, so he goes looking for something to steal instead, and breaks into a barnacled case dredged from the seabed. The silver dust inside climbs into his arm and says hello. It is polite. It is curious. It wants every human dead. And it has just started counting again.