Plastic Sea (JA) — What's Left, Sayfa 32
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Metin dökümü
パネル1：ロカのクロームの手の甲にある目のアップ。 トフム（黒い吹き出し）：「こんにちは。」「とても温かいね。」 パネル2：ロカが腕を床に叩きつける。 ロカ：「お前はいったい何なんだ？！」「俺の腕から出ていけ！」 パネル3：目が動じることなく瞬きする。 トフム：「できない。」「ここで温かいのは君だけだ。」
Görsel açıklaması
ロカのクロームの手にある目が彼に挨拶する。彼は腕を床に叩きつける。目は平然と、ここから出られないと言う。
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.