Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left，第 31 页
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Roka está tendido en el suelo de acero, manteniendo apartado de sí el brazo derecho. Desde debajo del codo hasta las puntas de los dedos, es de cromo negro brillante, con un lustre iridiscente como el de una mancha de aceite y líneas cian y magenta luminosas. En el dorso de la mano se ha abierto un ojo redondo con iris cian.
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Roka está sentado en el suelo, horrorizado; su antebrazo derecho ahora es de cromo negro, con líneas luminosas y un ojo en el dorso de la mano.
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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.