Plastic Sea (DE) — What's Left, Página 32
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Panel 1: Nahaufnahme des Auges auf dem Handrücken von Rokas Chromhand. Tohum, in schwarzen Sprechblasen: „Hallo.“ „Du bist sehr warm.“ Panel 2: Roka schlägt den Arm gegen den Boden. Roka: „Was BIST du?!“ „Raus aus meinem Arm!“ Panel 3: Das Auge blinzelt ungerührt. Tohum: „Ich kann nicht.“ „Du bist das einzige warme Ding hier.“
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Das Auge auf Rokas Chromhand begrüßt ihn; er schlägt den Arm gegen den Boden; das Auge sagt ruhig, dass es nicht wegkann.
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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.