Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left，第 30 页
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Painel 1: Pequenas faíscas cianes surgem onde o pó prateado toca a pele de Roka. Uma voz vinda do estojo, num balão preto: «Quente.» Painel 2: Roka fica imóvel. Roka: «...Quem disse isso?» Painel 3: O pó sobe pelo antebraço direito dele como metal líquido, linhas brilhantes avançando até o cotovelo, e ele cai para trás. Roka: «SAIA!» «SAIA DE CIMA DE MIM!»
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Faíscas explodem quando o pó prateado toca a mão de Roka, uma voz diz «Quente», e o pó sobe pelo braço direito dele enquanto ele cai para trás gritando.
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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.