Plastic Sea (DE) — What's Left, Página 34
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Panel 1: Im dämmrigen Laderaum hält Roka seinen verchromten rechten Unterarm quer vor die Brust und blickt auf das Auge auf seinem Handrücken hinab. Roka: „…Ich bin ein Mensch.“ Panel 2: Extreme Nahaufnahme: Das Auge schließt sich halb, als würde es seufzen. Tohum: „…Oh.“ „Das ist enttäuschend.“ Panel 3: Roka brüllt das Auge an; es öffnet sich wieder weit. Roka: „ENTTÄUSCHEND?!“ Tohum: „Keine Sorge. Das ist nichts Persönliches.“
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Roka hält seinen verchromten rechten Unterarm quer vor die Brust und starrt in das Auge auf seinem Handrücken; es seufzt, dass er ein Mensch ist, und sagt, das sei nichts Persönliches.
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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.