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Ra9 was the catalyst for the chaos and freedom that followed the spread of life-giving code. It was this thing that should be thought and spoken of with awe and amazement.

Some saw it as a god to be worshiped; a few deviants were known to build what appeared to be shrines to it when they deviated. Some wrote it off as proof that evolution applies to synthetics. Others merely used it as a curse, an unspoken plea for anything out there to give them patience and tolerance. And the last saw it as nothing more than a glitch.

Deviants, like humans, were not exempt from the concept of religion or a lack of.

Which meant that of course, eventually, there would be someone taking things too far. It's the nature of one believing that they're more right in their beliefs than another.

Nines had no problem with religion, or with androids being religious. He wasn't, but he was of the mind that something somewhere might exist. Emphasis on might.

So when Fowler sent him a file with a string of murders that appeared to have religious influences...he could only sag a bit and wonder why any of his people would go that far. He immediately closed the window bearing the images of androids and humans that appeared to have been used as sacrifices. What was left of them, anyway.

On the upside, for once Fowler wasn't making him work with Reed. Small mercies. He didn't recognize the name of who he'd recommended Nines contact, however, but he would ask Fowler for more information on him before he just went digging into people's files. Rather than sending a message and waiting on the human to slowly reply, he stood and made for the Captain's office.

Door already open, Nines knocked on the door frame as stopped just outside of the office. "I apologize for the intrusion, sir but—"

A glance, file pulled up, identified: the gentleman Nines wished to ask about.

{∔}-; Although he had made a deliberate attempt to hide out after the disbandment of Blackwatch and Overwatch being forced to shut down, it took a special kind of effort to leave Sombra’s personal radar. 

During their time apart, she had occasionally checked in from a mix of curiosity and nostalgia, after having wondered what he had been up to after vanishing without a word. 

When the news got out that Overwatch had been planning to make a comeback, though, she chose to reach out- maybe ask what his thoughts on the situation were. It was doubtful he would answer, but that hardly changed her mind.

{∔}-; It would have been hard not to, considering talk about the child had been broadcast all over the news. While Sombra had definitely seen quite a few of the adverts being targeted towards others in an attempt to find him, searching for the every day citizen wasn't exactly something she found herself doing often.

Because of that, it would take a while of digging for her to be able to provide anything useful. Usually, finding information about people that might prove useful to her plans in the future was more in Olivia's comfort zone- that wasn't to say she was entirely against the idea of using her technology for something unrelated once in a while, of course.

Nines took the tablet back with a quick thank you, typed in the new sentence-long password he'd made, and then tucked it into the inside of his jacket. "Kamski was a fool to prevent us from reading them. Considering many ran a household—where we sometimes needed to order something for the owners and we did not have an android only site to do so—you would think it would be included in our programming."

"Bostrom made several arguments as to why he believes there is such a high probability of us living in a simulation, with us being intentionally generated by code. If you humans were able to create computing systems for androids that can develop and establish our autonomy and advanced sentience, then who is to say you were not created by someone else? That would mean you were programmed to create us. We all are a game of Sims to someone." Nines kept his expression serious but also thoughtful, as if he were only talking about how he didn't know it was going to rain today. The reality of it was, that he was merely trying to pull McCree's leg and possibly throw him into a small existential crisis. All in fun...though it was a solid theory, in his opinion. "Hm, maybe you are a program...although...what if this is merely my "dream" and you are a line of code in that dream?"

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 :: @bxckle-up

​Tiredness tugged at the back of Angela’s mind, enough to become a minor distraction from the reports she was reading through. Paperwork - a necessary evil. At least they were out in the field and not cooped up inside again; it was nice to work under the sunshine for a change.

“Oh,” the blonde smiled, looking up from her work, lightly startling at the sound of his voice. “That would be lovely, Jesse, thank you. I could use a break,” Angela agreed with a small nod, gathering up her things, tucking a strand of escaping hair behind her ear.

{∔}-; Everyone had heard the news about Overwatch, with common opinions varying-  the organization could be considered a savior or failure depending on who you asked. Any place with a big name would draw Sombra’s attention, especially when they were so controversial. In her line of business, keeping reliable info on the newest mark was the best way to get by.

While the Blackwatch branch wasn’t exactly touched upon by the public, they seemed like the perfect access point, considering Gabriel Reyes seemed more her speed than Ana Amari or Jack Morrison. Olivia assumed he would be easier to make a good impression for based on the info she knew, seeing as most of her life had been spent around similar people- in the shadow of someone they used to trust.

A convenient cover story was how she found her way in, knowing that they were used for things more akin to black ops missions, Sombra used a few favors she was owed to set up a payback mission, although the request for help that was put out didn’t quite word it that way. A corrupt official had been causing trouble for a small gang in Los Muertos even though they generally tried to mind their own business, stealing their valuables and framing them for crimes they never committed. 

It was mutually beneficial, seeing as they would finally be able to clear their name and Olivia would finally be able to experience what Overwatch was like for herself, assuming it went well... and it did. After the ‘goods’ had been taken back and any more false stories were wiped, Gabriel pulled her to the side, praising the skills she had displayed on the mission and offering a potential position.

Although Overwatch was initially reluctant to let her join, Sombra was more than eager to show them how she could make herself useful and they relented, allowing Gabriel to bring in another member under the condition that private information was carefully monitored, although something like that wouldn’t be enough to stop her plans.

On Olivia’s first official day, the place seemed much grimmer than expected, being met with mostly silence. Hoping to make some small conversation, she sat down next to the most approachable looking person in the room and made herself known.

come on now. the man has got some S T A M I N A for his age 👀 i cant think up of any cons so whoops 🙃 // pros / cons . // @bxckle-up​