Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left, Page 34
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Quadro 1: No porão mal iluminado, Roka cruza o antebraço direito cromado sobre o peito e olha para o olho no dorso da mão. Roka: '...Sou humano.' Quadro 2: Close extremo: o olho se fecha pela metade, como num suspiro. Tohum: '...Ah.' 'Que decepcionante.' Quadro 3: Roka grita para o olho; ele se abre de novo, alerta. Roka: 'DECEPCIONANTE?!' Tohum: 'Não se preocupe. Não é nada pessoal.'
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Roka cruza o antebraço direito cromado sobre o peito e encara o olho no dorso da mão; o olho suspira ao constatar que ele é humano e diz que não é nada pessoal.
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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.