Plastic Sea (ZH) — What's Left，第 32 页
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第1格：特写Roka镀铬手背上的眼睛。Tohum（黑色气泡）：‘你好。’‘你很温暖。’ 第2格：Roka把手臂砸向地面。Roka：‘你到底是什么？！’‘从我的手臂里滚出去！’ 第3格：眼睛眨了眨，毫不在意。Tohum：‘我不能。’‘你是这里唯一温暖的东西。’
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Roka镀铬手上的眼睛向他问好；他把手臂砸向地面；眼睛平静地说它无法离开。
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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.