Plastic Sea (ZH) — What's Left, Page 28
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Roka从梯子的最底一级下来，进入昏暗的青绿色打捞舱。日光透过天花板上的格栅，照在一只放在湿漉漉的蓝色防水布上的、附着着藤壶的橙色箱子上，海带垂挂在箱子上；角落里吊着一只生锈的挖泥爪。 Roka：「他们捞上来的东西……」 「……肯定值点钱。」
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Roka从梯子上下来，踏入昏暗的打捞舱，注视着一道日光下那只附着着藤壶的橙色箱子。
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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.