Plastic Sea (FR) — What's Left，第 42 页
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Case 1 : Roka s’agenouille sur le pont, les yeux fixés sur son bras droit chromé qui tremble tandis qu’il reprend sa taille normale. Roka : « …Je n’ai pas fait ça. » Tohum : « De rien. » Case 2 : Des marins et des ouvriers se rassemblent en cercle autour de lui, le regardant fixement. Nane se fraye un chemin dans la foule, les yeux écarquillés.
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Roka s’agenouille sur le pont, les yeux fixés sur son bras chromé qui rétrécit ; l’œil dit « de rien » tandis qu’une foule et Nane se rassemblent autour de lui.
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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.