Plastic Sea (JA) — What's Left，第 42 頁
作者：Inkroost · 發布於
文字記錄
パネル1：Rokaは甲板にひざまずき、震えるクロームの右腕が元の大きさに戻っていくのを見つめている。Roka：「……僕がやったんじゃない。」Tohum：「どういたしまして。」 パネル2：甲板員や作業員たちが彼の周りに輪になって集まり、じっと見つめる。Naneが目を見開いて人混みをかき分けてくる。
圖片說明
Rokaは甲板にひざまずき、縮んでいくクロームの腕を見つめている。目が「どういたしまして」と言い、群衆とNaneが彼の周りに集まる。
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.