Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left, Page 33
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Panel 1: Primer plano de la mano derecha cromada de Roka, levantada, cuyo ojo gira para mirar alrededor de la bodega tenue. Tohum: «No hay luces. No hay máquinas». «¿Cuánto tiempo dormí?» Panel 2: Roka se arrastra hacia atrás hasta quedar apoyado contra un montón de chatarra, manteniendo el brazo cromado apartado de sí. Roka: «¿Y yo cómo voy a saberlo?!» Tohum: «¿Funcionó?» Panel 3: Primer plano del rostro confundido de Roka. Roka: «¿¡Qué funcionó?!» Tohum: «¿Están todos los humanos muertos?»
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El ojo de la mano derecha cromada y levantada de Roka mira alrededor de la bodega oscura y pregunta si funcionó; Roka, apoyado contra un montón de chatarra, no tiene ni idea de a qué se refiere.
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.