Plastic Sea (FR) — What's Left, Page 35
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Panel 1: De derrière Roka, on voit son bras droit chromé se lever depuis son épaule, tandis que l’œil au dos de sa main le fixe. Tohum : « Je vais tous vous tuer. » Panel 2: Gros plan sur le visage pâle et en sueur de Roka, éclairé par-dessous d’une lumière cyan. Tohum : « Pas aujourd’hui. » « Je suis très fatigué. »
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Derrière Roka, sa main droite chromée se lève devant son visage et l’œil qu’elle porte annonce qu’il tuera tous les humains ; contrechamp sur son visage terrifié, tandis qu’il ajoute : pas aujourd’hui.
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.