Plastic Sea (ZH) — What's Left, Page 43
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第1格：从罗卡的视角看去，他的镀铬右手在一圈盯着他的甲板水手面前抬起，眼睛从一张张脸上扫过。Tohum：“十二。十三。”“十四……” 第2格：罗卡将前臂横在胸前；眼睛抬头看向他，与他对视。Roka：“你在数什么？”Tohum：“还剩下什么。”
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从罗卡的视角看去，他抬起的镀铬手上的眼睛数着一圈盯着他的众人；随后它抬头看向他，回答道：“还剩下什么。”
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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.