Plastic Sea (FR) — What's Left, Page 16
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Sous l'eau, dans une eau turquoise baignée de soleil, Roka coule lentement, les yeux fermés, un bras passé dans la bouée annulaire orange, tandis que des éclats de plastique lumineux tourbillonnent autour de lui. À côté de lui glisse l'immense œil laiteux de Maw, enchâssé dans une peau faite de plaques hexagonales incrustées de balanes et de plastique. Il passe devant lui.
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Sous l'eau, Roka dérive, inerte, parmi des débris de plastique lumineux, tenant la bouée orange tandis que l'immense œil laiteux du monstre passe à côté de lui.
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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.