Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left, Page 1
By Inkroost · Published
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Painel 1: Um vasto abismo azul-escuro. Minúscula no chão lodoso, está uma caixa laranja coberta de cracas, com uma fina linha ciano brilhando ao longo da tampa. Uma voz vinda da caixa: '1.204.510.' Painel 2: A mesma vista; o brilho está mais fraco. A caixa: '1.204.511.' Painel 3: Uma enorme garra de draga de ferro enferrujada desce do alto numa coluna de bolhas e luz, com os dedos se abrindo sobre a caixa. A caixa: '1.204.512.'
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Três painéis subaquáticos escuros: uma caixa laranja coberta de cracas no leito marinho cinzento conta em balões luminosos até que uma enorme garra enferrujada desce em sua direção.
About this chapter
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.