Plastic Sea (ZH) — What's Left，第 34 页
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第1格：昏暗的货舱里，Roka将镀铬的右前臂横在胸前，低头盯着手背上的眼睛。Roka：‘……我是人类。’ 第2格：特写：眼睛半闭起来，像是叹了口气。Tohum：‘……哦。’‘真令人失望。’ 第3格：Roka冲着眼睛大喊；眼睛又一下子睁开。Roka：‘令人失望？！’ Tohum：‘别担心。这不是针对你个人。’
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Roka将镀铬的右前臂横在胸前，盯着手背上的眼睛；那只眼睛叹了口气，说他是人类，还说这不是针对他个人。
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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.