Plastic Sea — What's Left, Page 42
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Panel 1: Roka kneels on the deck, staring at his trembling chrome right arm as it shrinks back to normal size. Roka: '...I didn't do that.' Tohum: 'You're welcome.' Panel 2: Deckhands and workers gather in a ring around him, staring. Nane pushes through the crowd, eyes wide.
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Roka kneels on the deck staring at his shrinking chrome arm; the eye says you're welcome as a crowd and Nane gather around him.
About this chapter
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.