Plastic Sea (JA) — What's Left, Page 43
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パネル1：ロカの視点。クロームの右手が、じっと見つめる甲板員たちの輪の前に上がり、目が一人ずつ顔を見ていく。トフム：「十二。十三。」「十四……」 パネル2：ロカは前腕を胸の前に横たえ、目が彼を見上げて視線を合わせる。ロカ：「何を数えてる？」トフム：「残っているものを。」
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ロカの視点から、掲げたクロームの手にある目が、じっと見つめる群衆を数える。やがて目は彼を見上げ、答える。「残っているものを」
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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.