Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left，第 28 頁
作者：Inkroost · 發布於
文字記錄
Roka baja del último peldaño de una escalera y entra en la penumbra de la Bodega de Recuperación, de tonos verde azulado. La luz diurna se filtra por una rejilla en el techo e ilumina un estuche naranja cubierto de percebes sobre una lona azul mojada, con algas colgando de él; en un rincón cuelga una garra de draga oxidada. Roka: «Algo que sacaron del agua...» «...debe valer algo.»
圖片說明
Roka baja de una escalera y observa el estuche naranja cubierto de percebes bajo un rayo de luz diurna, en la penumbra de la Bodega de Recuperación.
關於本章
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.