Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left，第 29 页
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Painel 1: Roka se ajoelha diante do estojo, tentando abrir o fecho com seu garfo torto. Roka: 'Vamos.' 'Que seja uma joia. Que seja qualquer coisa.' Painel 2: A tampa se abre, revelando placas de circuito emaranhadas, chips, fios, tubos de vidro e uma esfera de vidro rachada, tudo coberto de pó prateado cintilante. Roka: 'Tralha.' 'Tralha bonita.' Painel 3: Ele enfia a mão direita bem fundo no pó. Roka: 'Talvez por baixo...'
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Roka força a abertura do estojo, encontra placas de circuito cobertas de pó prateado e enfia a mão nele.
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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.