Plastic Sea (KO) — What's Left, Page 43
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패널 1: 로카의 시점에서, 그의 크롬 오른손이 빤히 쳐다보는 갑판원들로 둘러싸인 가운데로 올라오고, 눈이 얼굴에서 얼굴로 시선을 옮긴다. 토훔: ‘열둘. 열셋.’ ‘열넷…’ 패널 2: 로카는 팔뚝을 가슴 앞에 가로로 댄다. 눈이 위를 올려다보며 그의 시선과 마주친다. 로카: ‘뭘 세는 거야?’ 토훔: ‘남은 것.’
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로카의 시점에서, 들어 올린 크롬 손의 눈이 빤히 쳐다보는 군중을 세다가 로카를 올려다보고는 “남은 것.”이라고 답한다.
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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.