Plastic Sea (JA) — What's Left，第 40 頁
作者：Inkroost · 發布於
文字記錄
コマ1: Rokaのクロームの右腕がひとりでにジャケットから飛び出し、Pancarの腕をつかむ。Pancar:「え？」 コマ2: クロームの指が彼の手首を握りつぶし、Pancarの目が飛び出す。Pancar:「ぐああっ！」 コマ3: Rokaは手すりを越えて跳ね戻り、護衛たちの間の甲板にしゃがみ込んで着地する。光る腕を鋼鉄の床についた。Turpはよろめいて後ずさる。Turp:「それはいったい何だ？！」
圖片說明
Rokaのクロームの腕がひとりでに飛び出してPancarの手首を握りつぶし、Rokaを手すりの向こうへ引き戻す。Rokaは甲板にしゃがみ込んで着地し、Turpはそれを見つめる。
關於本章
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.