Plastic Sea — What's Left, Página 32
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Panel 1: Close on the eye on the back of Roka's chrome hand. Tohum, in black balloons: 'Hello.' 'You are very warm.' Panel 2: Roka slams the arm against the floor. Roka: 'What ARE you?!' 'Get out of my arm!' Panel 3: The eye blinks, unbothered. Tohum: 'I can't.' 'You're the only warm thing here.'
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The eye on Roka's chrome hand greets him; he slams the arm against the floor; the eye calmly says it cannot leave.
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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.