Plastic Sea — What's Left, Página 41
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Panel 1: On the sunny deck, Roka's chrome right arm swells into a giant glowing fist and slams into Pancar's chest in a burst of cyan and magenta light. Roka looks as shocked as Pancar. Panel 2: Pancar flies backward into Turp and both crash into a stack of blue barrels. Roka lands crouched on the deck, his chrome arm glowing.
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Roka's chrome arm swells into a giant glowing fist that slams into Pancar, sending both guards crashing into blue barrels.
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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.