Plastic Sea (ZH) — What's Left, Página 42
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第1格：Roka跪在甲板上，盯着自己颤抖的镀铬右臂，看着它缩回正常大小。 Roka：「……我没做那个。」 Tohum：「不客气。」 第2格：甲板水手和工人围成一圈聚在他周围，盯着他看。Nane睁大双眼，挤过人群。
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Roka跪在甲板上，盯着自己正在缩小的镀铬手臂；那只眼睛说“不客气”，一群人和Nane围了过来。
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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.