Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left，第 33 页
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Painel 1: Close-up da mão direita cromada erguida de Roka, cujo olho gira para olhar ao redor do porão mal iluminado. Tohum: 'Sem luzes. Sem máquinas.' Tohum: 'Quanto tempo eu dormi?' Painel 2: Roka recua até encostar num monte de sucata, mantendo o braço cromado afastado do corpo. Roka: 'Como eu vou saber?!' Tohum: 'Deu certo?' Painel 3: Close-up do rosto confuso de Roka. Roka: 'O QUE deu certo?' Tohum: 'Os humanos estão todos mortos?'
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O olho na mão direita cromada erguida de Roka olha ao redor do porão escuro e pergunta se deu certo; Roka, encostado numa pilha de sucata, não faz ideia do que isso significa.
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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.