Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left，第 22 页
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Viñeta 1: Nane, una chica pecosa de cabello corto verde menta y gafas de culo de botella, se desliza por el casco pintado con una cuerda, extendiendo la mano. Nane: «¡Eh! ¡Rata de balsa!» «¿Sigues vivo?» Viñeta 2: Roka, aturdido y medio inconsciente en el flotador naranja, entrecierra los ojos al mirarla, abrazando el pato. Roka: «...¿Esto es el Garden?» Viñeta 3: Nane sonríe y engancha el flotador con un pequeño garfio. Nane: «Claro, chico». «Bienvenido al Garden».
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Nane se desliza por el casco del barco con una cuerda hasta llegar a Roka, aturdido en su flotador. Él pregunta si esto es el Garden, y ella engancha el flotador.
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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.