Plastic Sea (ZH) — What's Left, Page 40
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第1格：Roka的镀铬右臂自行从夹克里猛然伸出，抓住Pancar的手臂。Pancar：“嗯？” 第2格：镀铬手指捏碎了他的手腕；Pancar双眼暴突。Pancar：“啊——！” 第3格：Roka翻过栏杆，落在甲板上，蹲在守卫们之间，发光的手臂撑在钢板上。Turp踉跄着后退。Turp：“那到底是什么？！”
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Roka的镀铬手臂突然自行伸出，捏碎Pancar的手腕，接着把Roka拽过栏杆，让他蹲落在甲板上，Turp则目瞪口呆。
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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.