Plastic Sea — What's Left，第 1 页
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Panel 1: A vast black-blue abyss. Tiny on the silt floor sits a barnacle-crusted orange case, a thin cyan line glowing along its lid. A voice from the case: '1,204,510.' Panel 2: The same view; the glow is fainter. The case: '1,204,511.' Panel 3: A huge rusted iron dredge claw sinks from above in a column of bubbles and light, its fingers opening over the case. The case: '1,204,512.'
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Three dark underwater panels: a barnacled orange case on a grey seabed counts in glowing balloons until a giant rusted claw descends toward it.
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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.