Plastic Sea (FR) — What's Left, Page 33
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Case 1 : Gros plan sur la main droite chromée levée de Roka ; son œil pivote pour regarder autour de la cale sombre. Tohum : « Pas de lumière. Pas de machines. » « Combien de temps ai-je dormi ? » Case 2 : Roka recule jusqu’à un tas de ferraille, tenant son bras chromé éloigné de lui. Roka : « Comment veux-tu que je le sache ?! » Tohum : « Est-ce que ça a marché ? » Case 3 : Gros plan sur le visage perplexe de Roka. Roka : « Qu’est-ce qui a marché ? » Tohum : « Est-ce que tous les humains sont morts ? »
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L’œil de la main droite chromée levée de Roka regarde autour de la cale sombre et demande si ça a marché ; adossé à un tas de ferraille, Roka n’a aucune idée de ce qu’il veut dire.
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.