Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left，第 16 页
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Bajo el agua, en aguas turquesas iluminadas por el sol, Roka se hunde lentamente, con los ojos cerrados y un brazo dentro del flotador anular naranja; brillantes fragmentos de plástico se arremolinan a su alrededor. A su lado se desliza el inmenso ojo lechoso de Maw, alojado en una piel de placas hexagonales cubiertas de percebes y plástico. Pasa de largo junto a él.
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Bajo el agua, Roka deriva inerte entre brillantes desechos de plástico, sosteniendo el flotador naranja, mientras el enorme ojo lechoso del monstruo pasa a su lado.
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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.