Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left, Page 26
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Panel 1: Desde lo alto de la escalera, Roka mira hacia la sala de las ruedas: trabajadores demacrados avanzan penosamente dentro de dos enormes ruedas caminadoras bajo la luz anaranjada de las lámparas. Panel 2: Primer plano: el tobillo desnudo de un trabajador, atado a un barrote con una cuerda corta. Panel 3: El rostro de Roka arde de ira, con el pato en el puño. Roka: «Atados como animales...» «...dando vueltas en círculos a cambio de cabezas de pescado.» Panel 4: Le da la espalda a la sala y se aleja por un corredor oscuro. Roka: «Yo no.» «No soy esclavo de nadie.» «Comeré como siempre lo he hecho.»
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Roka ve a los trabajadores atados dentro de las ruedas caminadoras, se niega a ser esclavo de nadie y se aleja por un corredor oscuro.
About this chapter
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.