Plastic Sea (IT) — What's Left, Page 36
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Panel 1: Si guarda in alto, oltre Roka, verso il portello chiuso in cima alla scala; delle ombre di piedi attraversano la luce. Una voce da sopra: «Controlla il materiale recuperato.» Panel 2: L'avambraccio destro cromato di Roka si piega verso l'alto sul petto; l'occhio sul dorso della mano si gira verso il portello. Tohum: «Due corpi caldi. Grossi.» Roka: «Sta arrivando qualcuno...!» Panel 3: Roka si chiude la giacca sopra il braccio cromato usando la stessa mano cromata; solo le dita e l'occhio spuntano dal bordo. Roka: «Rientra lì.» «Non fiatare.» Tohum: «Maleducato.» Panel 4: Primo piano del portello in cima alla scala: la maniglia tintinna e comincia a girare.
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Roka sente una guardia sopra il portello; l'occhio sulla sua mano destra cromata percepisce l'arrivo di due persone grosse, lui si tira la giacca sopra il braccio cromato e la maniglia del portello comincia a girare.
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.