Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left, Page 36
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Painel 1: Olhando para cima, passando por Roka, vemos a escotilha fechada no alto da escada; sombras de pés atravessam a luz. Uma voz vinda de cima: 'Confere a sucata.' Painel 2: O antebraço direito cromado de Roka se ergue diante do peito; o olho nas costas da mão gira na direção da escotilha. Tohum: 'Dois quentes. Grandes.' Roka: 'Alguém está vindo...!' Painel 3: Roka fecha a jaqueta sobre o braço cromado usando a própria mão cromada; só os dedos e o olho aparecem por cima da borda. Roka: 'Entra aí.' 'Nem um pio.' Tohum: 'Que grosseria.' Painel 4: Close na escotilha no alto da escada: a maçaneta sacode e começa a girar.
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Roka ouve um guarda acima da escotilha; o olho em sua mão direita cromada percebe duas pessoas grandes se aproximando. Ele puxa a jaqueta sobre o braço cromado, e a maçaneta da escotilha começa a girar.
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.