Plastic Sea (JA) — What's Left，第 28 页
作者：Inkroost · 发布于
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ロカは梯子のいちばん下の段から、薄暗い青緑色のサルベージ・ホールドへ降りる。天井の格子から差し込む日光が、濡れた青いタープの上に置かれた、フジツボだらけでケルプが垂れ下がるオレンジ色のケースを照らしている。隅には錆びた浚渫用の爪が吊り下がっている。 ロカ：「何か引き揚げたものが……」「……きっと何か価値があるはず。」
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ロカは梯子を降りて薄暗いサルベージ・ホールドに足を踏み入れ、日の光の筋の下にあるフジツボだらけのオレンジ色のケースに目を向ける。
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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.