Plastic Sea (IT) — What's Left、33ページ
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書き起こし
Pannello 1: Primo piano sulla mano destra cromata di Roka, sollevata, il cui occhio si muove per guardarsi intorno nella stiva buia. Tohum: «Niente luci. Niente macchine.» «Quanto ho dormito?» Pannello 2: Roka si ritrae contro un mucchio di rottami, tenendo il braccio cromato lontano da sé. Roka: «E io come faccio a saperlo?!» Tohum: «Ha funzionato?» Pannello 3: Primo piano sul volto confuso di Roka. Roka: «Che COSA ha funzionato?» Tohum: «Gli umani sono tutti morti?»
画像の説明
L'occhio sulla mano destra cromata sollevata di Roka si guarda intorno nella stiva buia e chiede se ha funzionato; Roka, con le spalle appoggiate a un mucchio di rottami, non ha idea di cosa intenda.
この話について
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.