Plastic Sea — What's Left，第 26 页
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Panel 1: From the top of the stair, Roka looks down into the wheel hall: gaunt workers trudge inside two giant treadwheels in orange lamplight. Panel 2: Close: a worker's bare ankle tied to a rail with a short rope. Panel 3: Roka's face burns with anger, the duck in his fist. Roka: 'Tied up like animals...' '...walking in circles for fish heads.' Panel 4: He turns his back on the hall and walks away into a dark corridor. Roka: 'Not me.' 'I'm nobody's slave.' 'I'll eat the way I always have.'
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Roka sees workers tied inside the treadwheels, refuses to be anyone's slave, and walks away into a dark corridor.
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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.