Plastic Sea (DE) — What's Left, Página 42
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Panel 1: Roka kniet an Deck und starrt auf seinen zitternden rechten Chromarm, während dieser wieder auf normale Größe schrumpft. Roka: „…Das habe ich nicht getan.“ Tohum: „Gern geschehen.“ Panel 2: Deckleute und Arbeiter versammeln sich in einem Kreis um ihn und starren ihn an. Nane drängt sich mit weit aufgerissenen Augen durch die Menge.
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Roka kniet an Deck und starrt auf seinen schrumpfenden Chromarm; das Auge sagt: „Gern geschehen“, während sich eine Menge und Nane um ihn versammeln.
Sobre este capítulo
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.