Plastic Sea (DE) — What's Left, Sayfa 33
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Metin dökümü
Panel 1: Nahaufnahme von Rokas erhobener verchromter rechter Hand, deren Auge sich drehend im dämmrigen Laderaum umsieht. Tohum: 'Keine Lichter. Keine Maschinen.' 'Wie lange habe ich geschlafen?' Panel 2: Roka rutscht zurück gegen einen Schrotthaufen und hält seinen verchromten Arm von sich weg. Roka: 'Woher soll ich das wissen?!' Tohum: 'Hat es geklappt?' Panel 3: Nahaufnahme von Rokas verwirrtem Gesicht. Roka: 'Was soll geklappt haben?' Tohum: 'Sind alle Menschen tot?'
Görsel açıklaması
Das Auge auf Rokas erhobener verchromter rechter Hand blickt sich im dunklen Laderaum um und fragt, ob es geklappt hat; Roka, mit dem Rücken an einen Schrotthaufen gedrückt, hat keine Ahnung, was es meint.
Bu bölüm hakkında
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.