Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left，第 40 页
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Panel 1: El brazo derecho cromado de Roka sale disparado de su chaqueta por sí solo y se aferra al brazo de Pancar. Pancar: «¿Eh?» Panel 2: Los dedos cromados le aplastan la muñeca; los ojos de Pancar se salen de las órbitas. Pancar: «¡AAAH!» Panel 3: Roka pasa por encima de la barandilla y aterriza agachado en cubierta, entre los guardias, apoyándose con el brazo brillante sobre el acero. Turp retrocede tambaleándose. Turp: «¡¿Qué ES eso?!»
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El brazo cromado de Roka sale disparado por sí solo y aplasta la muñeca de Pancar; luego tira de Roka por encima de la barandilla, que aterriza agachado en cubierta mientras Turp lo mira fijamente.
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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.