Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left, Página 1
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Transcripción
Panel 1: Un vasto abismo azul negruzco. Una pequeña caja naranja cubierta de percebes reposa sobre el fondo limoso; una fina línea cian brilla a lo largo de su tapa. Una voz desde la caja: «1,204,510.» Panel 2: La misma vista; el resplandor es más tenue. La caja: «1,204,511.» Panel 3: Una enorme garra de hierro oxidado de una draga desciende desde arriba entre una columna de burbujas y luz; sus dedos se abren sobre la caja. La caja: «1,204,512.»
Descripción de la imagen
Tres paneles submarinos oscuros: una caja naranja cubierta de percebes sobre un lecho marino gris cuenta en globos luminosos hasta que una enorme garra oxidada desciende hacia ella.
Acerca de 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.