Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left，第 29 页
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Panel 1: Roka se arrodilla junto a la caja y forcejea con el cierre para abrirlo usando su tenedor doblado. Roka: «Vamos». «Que sea joyería. Que sea cualquier cosa.» Panel 2: La tapa se abre y deja ver placas de circuito, chips, cables, tubos de vidrio y una esfera de vidrio agrietada, todo cubierto de polvo plateado brillante. Roka: «Chatarra». «Chatarra bonita». Panel 3: Mete la mano derecha hasta el fondo del polvo. Roka: «Quizá debajo…»
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Roka fuerza la caja para abrirla, encuentra placas de circuito cubiertas de polvo plateado y mete la mano en él.
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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.