Plastic Sea — What's Left，第 36 页
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Panel 1: Looking up past Roka at the closed hatch at the top of the ladder; shadows of feet cross the light. A voice from above: 'Check the salvage.' Panel 2: Roka's chrome right forearm bends up across his chest; the eye on the back of the hand swivels toward the hatch. Tohum: 'Two warm ones. Big.' Roka: 'Somebody's coming...!' Panel 3: Roka pulls his jacket closed over the chrome arm with the chrome hand itself; only its fingers and the eye peek over the edge. Roka: 'Get in there.' 'Not a sound.' Tohum: 'Rude.' Panel 4: Close on the hatch at the top of the ladder: its handle rattles and starts to turn.
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Roka hears a guard above the hatch, the eye on his chrome right hand senses two big people coming, he pulls his jacket over the chrome arm, and the hatch handle starts to turn.
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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.