Plastic Sea (ZH) — What's Left，第 31 頁
作者：Inkroost · 發布於
文字記錄
Roka瘫坐在钢地板上，把右臂远远地伸离自己。从肘部以下一直到指尖都变成了光滑的黑色铬金属，泛着油膜般的光泽，闪烁着青色和洋红色的线条。他手背上睁开了一只圆眼，虹膜是青色的。
圖片說明
Roka惊恐地坐在地上，他的右前臂如今变成了黑色铬金属，带有发光的线条，手背上还有一只眼睛。
關於本章
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.