Plastic Sea — What's Left，第 29 页
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Panel 1: Roka kneels at the case, working a latch open with his bent fork. Roka: 'Come on.' 'Be jewelry. Be anything.' Panel 2: The lid opens on tangled circuit boards, chips, wires, glass tubes and a cracked glass sphere, all dusted in glittering silver powder. Roka: 'Junk.' 'Pretty junk.' Panel 3: He pushes his right hand deep into the powder. Roka: 'Maybe underneath...'
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Roka pries open the case, finds circuit boards dusted in silver powder, and pushes his hand into 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.