Plastic Sea (FR) — What's Left, Página 40
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Panel 1 : Le bras droit chromé de Roka surgit tout seul de sa veste et agrippe le bras de Pancar. Pancar : « Hein ? » Panel 2 : Les doigts chromés lui écrasent le poignet ; les yeux de Pancar lui sortent de la tête. Pancar : « AAAH ! » Panel 3 : Roka repasse par-dessus le bastingage et atterrit accroupi sur le pont entre les gardes, son bras lumineux en appui sur l’acier. Turp trébuche en reculant. Turp : « C’est QUOI, ça ?! »
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Le bras chromé de Roka surgit tout seul et écrase le poignet de Pancar, puis ramène Roka par-dessus le bastingage. Il atterrit accroupi sur le pont tandis que Turp le regarde, stupéfait.
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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.