Plastic Sea — What's Left, Página 2
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Transcripción
Panel 1: The claw's iron fingers close around the case. Its cyan glow dies. The case: '...' Panel 2: Total darkness. A child's whisper: '3...' Panel 3: Looking up from sleeping Roka's face: Biber, a red-haired girl, dangles a bulging bag of seawater over him while big Kabak and little Bamya, holding a yellow toy duck, grin beside her. Bamya: '4...' Panel 4: The knot slips from Biber's fingers, a drop falling. Bamya: '5...'
Descripción de la imagen
The claw closes on the case and its glow goes out; then, in sunlight, three kids grin over sleeping Roka holding a bag of water.
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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.