Plastic Sea (FR) — What's Left, Página 31
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Roka est affalé sur le sol d’acier, tenant son bras droit à distance de lui. Du coude jusqu’au bout des doigts, il est en chrome noir brillant aux reflets irisés comme une nappe d’huile, parcouru de lignes cyan et magenta lumineuses. Sur le dos de sa main, un œil rond à l’iris cyan s’est ouvert.
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Roka est assis par terre, horrifié ; son avant-bras droit est désormais en chrome noir, parcouru de lignes lumineuses, et un œil se trouve sur le dos de sa main.
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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.