Plastic Sea (JA) — What's Left，第 16 页
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日差しの差すターコイズブルーの水中で、ロカは目を閉じ、片腕をオレンジ色の浮き輪に通したまま、ゆっくりと沈んでいく。色鮮やかなプラスチックの破片が彼の周りを渦巻いている。そばを、フジツボやプラスチックがこびりついた六角形の板状の皮膚に埋め込まれた、モウの巨大な乳白色の目が滑るように通り過ぎる。そして彼のそばを通り過ぎていく。
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水中で、ロカはオレンジ色の浮き輪をつかんだまま、色鮮やかなプラスチックごみの中を力なく漂い、怪物の巨大な乳白色の目が彼のそばを通り過ぎる。
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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.