Plastic Sea (JA) — What's Left，第 3 页
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水袋がロカの顔の上ではじけ、日差しを受けた水しぶきが星のように飛び散る。ロカは黄色い木箱を積み重ねたところにもたれて仰向けに目を覚まし、目を見開いて腕を振り回す。 ロカ：「ぎゃああっ！」
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日差しを浴びた水しぶきが爆発するように飛び散り、水袋がロカの顔ではじける。彼は叫びながらびくっと目を覚ます。
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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.