Plastic Sea (JA) — What's Left, Sayfa 30
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Metin dökümü
Panel 1: 銀色の粉がRokaの肌に触れたところで、小さなシアン色の火花が広がる。ケースの中から声がする。黒い吹き出し：「温かい。」 Panel 2: Rokaは凍りつく。Roka：「……今のは誰だ？」 Panel 3: 粉は液体金属のようにRokaの右前腕を駆け上がり、光る筋が肘へと走る。彼は後ろに倒れる。Roka：「離れろ！」「俺から離れろ！」
Görsel açıklaması
銀色の粉がRokaの手に触れると火花が散り、声が「温かい」と言う。粉はRokaが叫びながら倒れると、右腕を駆け上がる。
Bu bölüm hakkında
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.