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Ingeborg Bachmann · El tiempo postergado · Traducción de Arturo Parada · Poesía/Cátedra, 1991

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Agent Olivia Colomar, age: 28, a member of the strike team in Overwatch at the time. A young woman with a genius mind for technology, strategy and more. She was much more of a loner then most would expect but she still was a team player on ever mission she was assigned to. However, after a few weary years working under Overwatch Olivia’s views started to shift, seeing the way Overwatch was coming undone at its seams and losing its its way.

To Olivia Overwatch was no longer the organization that had first drawn her in, now it had lost its true meaning and lost sight of its once noble purpose. This was when Olivia with a heavy heart resigned from its force. She believed she could work better towards her goal of helping people with a new job. Things seemed to be moving forward and looking up for her. She had many proposals and interviews lined up but that’s when it all went wrong. She was last seen two months later leaving Overwatch and never since. Family, friends even old colleagues tried to reach out and find her but to no avail. She had vanished from existence with her whereabouts completely unknown.

A few years pass since Olivia's disappearance. All of those who knew her had given up, her family mourns their daughter, friends stare at pictures the took with her one last time. Everyone has had to move on from wondering what happened to her. That was until one day a global security facility was attacked out of the blue. Survivors mutter weakly of a woman, black hair with a white strip, mocha skin, other survivors called her a monster. This information was over heard by someone all too familiar with not only global security but much more then he lets on. Known only as Gölge, this shadow walking mystery had no known face just a terrible reputation as the world's most notorious and deadly hacker. No one know who this Gölge, really was.

Years before, Emre Sarioglu, a child traumatized by the Omnic crisis fell into hacking as a coping mechanism. However, what once was for coping turned into an addiction, a want for knowledge, a need to survive even with his own traumatized mind grew into sometime more then it should have ever been. After the Omnic Crisis he only had but two more years with his parents before their sudden passing. Emre turned to hacking as a means of survival, to get what he needed, what he wanted. One night on one of his hacking escapades he delve into an area of the web he shouldn't have been. He was seen, spotted by something unknown. He knew it could see him, read right through him, into his very being.

Whatever it was that found him scared him to his very core that made him decide to erase his entire existence. He needed to upgrade his tech and fast, when your obsolete, it's time to upgrade and update. The boy was gone and Gölge was born. Gölge heard of this attack and set out to find out who it was. If this so called monster woman was attacking global security maybe she knew something about this conspiracy he had been chasing. That's when it all came together when Maximilien, a wealthy omnic and a member of Talon's inner council contacted him to hunt this woman down and bring her in.

Things just got even more interesting for him and so, he set off on this hunt. Tracking the patterns was easy for Gölge, the string of attacks were always close to and or were global security facilities and so, he set his trap at the next point of interest. That's when he saw her, a young woman, small and lean covered in tactical gear of the highest grade. However, there was one thing that made Gölge freeze in his tracks. Upon her chest was a symbol, an eye that he remembered. The same eye that looked directly at him from his own monitor all those years ago as a teen… The Conspiracy was looking him dead in the eyes now from it's host, Olivia Colomar. The once proud Overwatch strike team member who went missing all those years ago. Gölge had just run into two mysteries at once…

Proyectas tu sombra sobre mí sin saber qué has hecho para que yo te ame así. Y desconozco también qué es lo que el tiempo ha hecho de nosotros. Solo sé que por ti lo daría todo, sin pedir, sin exigir, sin simulacros de nada.

A veces busco entre las palabras tus besos, pero no están; como tampoco estás tú. A esta hora, cuando cae la tarde, necesito tu aliento aunque hoy me acompañe tu recuerdo. Gracias por estar.