Plastic Sea (DE) — What's Left, Page 44
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Hoch oben segelt das kolossale, bunt zusammengeflickte Garden Ship allein über einem weiten, glitzernden Meer. An Deck umringt ein winziger Kreis von Menschen ein kleines cyanfarbenes Leuchten. Darüber schwebt eine einzelne schwarze Sprechblase. Tohum: „Tag eins.“
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Das farbenfrohe Garden Ship segelt allein über ein glitzerndes Meer; auf seinem Deck leuchtet ein winziger Lichtschein unter einer einzigen schwarzen Sprechblase mit der Aufschrift „Tag eins“.
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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.