Plastic Sea (JA) — What's Left, Página 31
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Rokaは鋼鉄の床に倒れ込み、右腕を自分から遠ざけるように持っている。肘から指先までは、油膜のような光沢を帯びた黒いクロームで覆われ、シアンとマゼンタの線が光っている。手の甲には、シアンの虹彩を持つ丸い目が開いている。
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Rokaは床に座り込み、恐怖におののいている。右前腕は黒いクロームに変わり、光る線と手の甲の目が現れている。
Sobre este capítulo
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.