Plastic Sea (FR) — What's Left, Sayfa 29
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Metin dökümü
Case 1 : Roka s'agenouille près du coffret et s'aide de sa fourchette tordue pour ouvrir le loquet. Roka : « Allez. » « Pourvu que ce soit des bijoux. N'importe quoi. » Case 2 : Le couvercle s'ouvre sur des circuits imprimés emmêlés, des puces, des fils, des tubes en verre et une sphère en verre fêlée, le tout saupoudré de poudre argentée scintillante. Roka : « De la camelote. » « De la jolie camelote. » Case 3 : Il enfonce profondément sa main droite dans la poudre. Roka : « Peut-être en dessous… »
Görsel açıklaması
Roka force l'ouverture du coffret, découvre des circuits imprimés saupoudrés de poudre argentée et y enfonce la main.
Bu bölüm hakkında
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.