Plastic Sea — Day Two, Page 4
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Page 4. Nane crouches by the bench where Roka sleeps on his back, his chrome fist on his stomach. The eye on the fist answers her itself, and she stares, noticing the chrome is made of tiny moving specks. Nane: "He's asleep." Nane: "So who's talking?" Tohum: "Me. Out loud, for once." Tohum: "Don't get used to it." Nane: "Okay." Nane: "What are you?" Nane: "...Or what are they?" Tohum's lines come from the eye on the back of Roka's chrome right hand.
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Nane crouches by the bench where Roka sleeps on his back, his chrome fist on his stomach. The eye on the fist answers her itself, and she stares, noticing the chrome is made of tiny moving specks.
