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nitewrighter · 2 years ago

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Hi there! I recently stumbled across your fics on ao3, and was wondering if you were planning on expanding the Talon Gency prompts? It seemed like a very interesting au and I couldn't find any other fics that had the same concept.

Ooh! Haven't played with that AU in a while! I'll give it a shot!

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Genji perched cross-legged in the faint glow of the monitor, fingers drumming on one prosthetic knee. On the screen, the camera was bobbing forward down a bright sunlit hallway, before pivoting towards a door. A hand stuck out and placed itself on the panel next to the door, prompting the door to slide open with a whoosh.

As soon as the door whooshed aside, a blonde figure at a desk was revealed, sipping coffee while looking at a tablet.

“And here we see the extremely rare Angelus Ziegleris, Mercy herself, in her natural habitat.” Tracer spoke on the recording.

Mercy’s eyes flicked up from her tablet to the camera.

“Honestly, Tracer, don’t you have anything better to do?” she asked.

“Well Doc, the team leader manual says I must ‘record my experiences for the sake of evaluation and posterity!’ So here we are!”

“Of course it does,” Mercy sighed as she glanced over her own tablet. “So? What do you need?”

“Well, as Overwatch’s premier medical scientist, what’s something anyone can do to improve conditions for their next major crisis?”

“Wash your hands,” said Mercy on reflex.

“Eh--I mean, yes, that’s--I mean that’s definitely important. But what about something... hopeful? Something inspirational?”

“You said ‘Something anyone can do,’” Mercy shrugged, “A lot of the time the best you can ask is the bare minimum.”

“Ohhh come on, Doc!” Tracer whined.

One corner of Mercy’s mouth quirked up in a wry smile as she looked back up at the camera. There was an affection there, a tired affection, but a clear warmth nonetheless. “I would say...” she paused, “Remember those who care about you. Remember your support system. And do what you can to help them.”

The camera jerked to Tracer holding it at a selfie angle, with Mercy mostly blocked off by Tracer’s hair. “There, y’see? Teamwork! Always important!” said Tracer, “Stay tuned for more Tracer Transmissions, from your beloved Overwatch strike team!”

Mercy could barely be heard saying, “Is this a Hollagram post? I--Wait are you saying there’s going to be more of these--” before Tracer winked and flashed a peace sign at the camera and the video cut off.

Genji slumped back in the seat. He remembered the Doctor hollowly saying ‘Lena. The girl back there. Her name was Lena.’

“So... how many more of these are you going to watch?” a coy voice spoke behind him.

He muted the video on reflex and glanced over his shoulder to see a woman in purple, her neural implants glowing faintly in the darkness. Genji said nothing, just kept up a steely, red-tinted glare.

“Ah, we haven’t been introduced,” she leaned an elbow on the back of Genji’s chair, making it creak slightly, “You ever have that thing where like, you’ve been aware of someone so long it feels like you know them?”

Still, Genji said nothing.

“You can call me Sombra,” said Sombra, spinning his chair around so that he was forced to jam his feet down on the floor to stop himself, now facing her, “Your new best friend!” she struck a slight ‘Ta-da’ pose with a bright grin.

He said nothing to that, as well.

“Ay,” her shoulders slumped, “You know we have a lot of the ‘tough, silent, stoic’ gimmick going on around here--so if you’re trying to make an impression with that--”

“What do you want?” said Genji.

“Oh so you do talk!” Sombra perked up.

“Who sent you?” said Genji.

“No one sent me, I’m just looking after you. You’re poking your nose in Talon’s business, and you’re not being very smart about it,” she said matter-of-factly, “Me, though? I make it my business to help my friends, and it’s just.. so hard to watch you struggle like this.”

“...’struggle?’” Genji repeated.

“So frustrated! So many questions!” Sombra poked two fingers against Genji’s metal headband, and Genji backed away from her in his seat, “You joined up with us for the noble goal of killing your brother, but now here you are, desperately looking through the old social media posts, trying to find out more about this spooky, lobotomized Doctor.”

“Lobotomized?” Genji tensed in his seat.

“I mean not really lobotomized but also...” the woman in purple made an ‘eh’ gesture with her hand, “Adjustments were made.”

They will catch you and they will change you. The Doctor’s words echoed in his head and Genji’s eyes broke away from Sombra as they sank deeper into him.

“And look at the wheels turning...” Sombra tilted her head.

“...what did they do to her?” the words fell out of Genji.

“The easy answer to that is ‘nothing you can fix,’” Sombra shrugged, pivoting away from him slightly to bring up her own purple screen with a wave of her hand, she scrolled through several lines of code, not looking at him, “But... I don’t think you’re the type to accept that answer.”

“I don’t care,” Genji said, glancing off.

“Oh right, of course, you’re a smart guy, so you’re just looking after yourself, obviously! Her? She’s just a cautionary tale,” Sombra plucked a data cube from the lines of code and turned it over between her fingers.

Genji’s fingers wrapped tensely around the arms of his chair.

“I’m going to give you some advice, Sparrow,” Sombra waved the screen and the data cube with a wave of her hand, “Thing about Talon is, not everyone is looking after your best interests. You have to choose your friends carefully. Not everyone can protect you...” she glanced over her shoulder at a video autoplaying behind Genji on the monitor. The sound was off, but it was Mercy, laughing at a Halloween party in a witch costume, “No more than they could protect themselves.”

Genji followed her line of sight back to the monitor. Mercy’s mouth was moving soundlessly, a massive man with gray hair was clapping a hand on her shoulder and mutely bellowing with laughter. The brightness in her eyes in the video, and the mental image of how her eyes looked now made his stomach lurch.

“I think I can judge that for myself,” he said steadily.

Sombra gave him a half-pitying look for a moment, before bringing her hands up in another shrugging gesture. “I highly doubt that but... it’s your life.” She paused, “And maybe hers.”

“What do you want?” Genji repeated.

“Mm?” Sombra tilted her head innocently.

“You tell me everyone in Talon has an agenda and assume I’m stupid enough to think that doesn’t include you,” Genji said tensely, “What do you want from me?”

Sombra’s hand went over her chest in mock shock. “I said I just wanted to help my new best friend!” she said before sighing, “But it looks like I might have my work cut out for me.”

Genji’s eyes narrowed.

“I’m just saying, if you’re going to go around digging through the skeletons in Talon’s closet, people are going to pick up on that, and they’re going to read your motivations all too quickly. If you have questions, it’s a lot safer to ask me.”

“Of course it is,” Genji said, flatly.

“See? You’re a smart guy,” Sombra ruffled his hair and his shoulders bunched up in a flinch. “I’ll see you around, Sparrow.” She disappeared in a flash of purple pixels.

Genji pivoted in his seat to look back at the screen. The video had changed to the next in the queue. It was Mercy, apparently sitting at her own monitor, looking somewhat polished, adjusting her glasses, first squinting at a paper and picking at an eye booger before glancing back at the screen. He unmuted the video.

“Ach--I’m terrible at these things--I can edit this out later, right? I--hm--” she straightened up in her seat and cleared her throat, “Hi, I’m Angela Ziegler. I’m honored to do this guest segment for--” she paused and picked up a piece of paper, “...for the Johannesburg Blood-born pathogen training instructor conference? Wait, that’s not right, this was supposed to be for the commencement ceremony for that--ugh--” she was rifling through some papers before her hand flung out for the keyboard and the video cut off.

“Angela Ziegler,” Genji repeated the name thoughtfully, testing the thrum of it in the cybernetic fibers of his throat.

#gency #talon au #looking back at my old prompts for the talon AU they're all so crazy short

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im-trying-to-be-edgy · 3 years ago

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zesty-lime-scout · 1 month ago

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solivar · 3 years ago

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The Left Hand Path: Three Years Ago

aka the One In Which Genji and Zenyatta meet.

The Standing Stones of Santa Ana Pueblo

Location: Just above the Red Line off I-25 N/Old New Mexico Route 68 N, Sandoval County north of the Albuquerque Military Exclusion Area.

Before the Crisis, Santa Ana Pueblo was a thriving Tamayame reservation, part of the Greater Albuquerque Metropolitan area, and a major tourist draw in the region owing to its world-class golf courses and club, a well-regarded spa resort, a casino and Michelin-starred restaurant, and a multitude of easily accessible cultural sites and events spread throughout the year. All of that changed on the afternoon of August 13, 2046 when Omnic forces advancing on Albuquerque breached the containment cordon along Route 40 and the US military, massed there to stop them, unleashed experimental high energy weaponry designed for that task.

Once the dust settled, the city of Albuquerque and much of the surrounding area, including the Sandia and Santa Ana Pueblos, was almost completely leveled. In the aftermath, the military cordoned off the ruins of the city inside the Albuquerque Military Exclusion Area, which remains under heavily patrolled Federal military control to this day. Evacuees from the surrounding area were strongly encouraged not to return, with offers to purchase their land at pre-Crisis market value to sweeten the deal. Many accepted, a handful did not, and those that chose to do so returned to a pueblo whose buildings were reduced to rubble and scattered with wreckage -- and something weird that was neither.

The Standing Stones of Santa Ana Pueblo occupy a relatively compact chunk of land on the grounds of what was once Santa Ana Golf Club, shielded from casual view by a stand of cottonwood trees that somehow survived the explosions that leveled the clubhouse and most of the other course structures and did significant damage to the surrounding area. There are nine of them, standing in a geometrically perfect circle, varying in size from from well over six feet to a little over five, perfectly hexagonal in shape, crafted of a dark stone that at least superficially resembles basalt. The inner surface of each stone is densely carved with petroglyphs incised deeply into the rock. The outer surface of each stone is carved with one petroglyph unique to that stone and which cannot be found on any of the others, inside or out. Local experts on Native American petroglyphs continue to research this topic but, as of this writing, none of the petroglyphs that appear on the Standing Stones resemble any glyphs that appear on historical sites in the region.

Nor were the Standing Stones a feature of the area before the Omnic Crisis, as confirmed by surviving photos and video of the course and local residents of the area, including the former owners of the golf club. At some point after the evacuation of Santa Ana Pueblo, the Standing Stones appeared in their current location, unnoticed by anyone despite the heavy military presence and regular patrols of the area, and despite the amount of effort such a project would entail. The stones, though tall and relatively slender, are still estimated to weigh several hundred pounds each -- not something that could be loaded, unloaded, and placed by a single person working by hand alone.

The hundred or so families who make Santa Ana Pueblo their home give the Standing Stones a wide berth, citing weirdly colored lights that appear close to the ground around them and occasionally in the sky above, strange disembodied sounds, and a deep thrumming hum that periodically rises from the area. These phenomena have appeared on official reports from area law enforcement and also on official notices issued from the Albuquerque Exclusion Area’s patrol base. Perhaps coincidentally, perhaps not, most of these phenomena have been observed around the anniversary of the Battle of Albuquerque on August 13th.

If you want to try to catch the weirdness in action, make certain you’re prepared to handle high desert summer weather and get your permissions in order accordingly. The former grounds of Santa Ana Golf Course are private property posted against trespass and the area is periodically patrolled by both the US military and tribal coalition police.

“Tonight’s the night, everybody. August the thirteenth. The anniversary of the Battle of Albuquerque. It’s taken months to get my uncle to trust me enough to go out on perimeter patrol but this is our pay off.” Cody Peshlakai lowered his voice, dramatically, because there was no real danger of being heard, to hype up the audience watching his live HollaGram stream. “Tonight I will investigate the Standing Stones and tonight you will be with me.”

He flashed a grin and a V-for-victory sign into his camera then clipped it to the stabilizer harness strapped around his shoulders and across his chest, one more piece of survival equipment among the molle pouches carrying the rest of his gear, no different from anyone else’s. It sat there, neatly hidden next to his cellphone and the primitive walkie talkie his uncle insisted the security crews carry, through the team muster and meeting at the pueblo ranger station, broadcasting all the while. Nobody objected when he called dibs on one of the spiffy little hybrid hover/wheels ATVs, a good chunk of the all-volunteer patrol crew being old enough to value the superior shock absorption of the service’s Jeeps and trucks. The ATV yielded a much better POV for the viewers as he jetted out across the scrubby desert hardpack on the eastern bank of the Rio Grande toward his goal: the grounds of the former Santa Ana Pueblo Golf Club.

Which was, unfortunately, on the western side of the Rio Grande.

On the way, he passed clusters of habitation: the small, self-contained farmsteads of single families, an artist’s commune, the little solar farm that served the area and its caretaker’s hacienda. He paused at each and exchanged a few words with the residents, radioed a handful of coyote sightings back to base, and continued on, the excitement churning higher and higher in his gut the closer he came to his goal, as his numbers climbed on his viewership monitor.

“So, yeah, that’s my job, stream -- I help keep my community, my friends and neighbors, safe. Sometimes that’s chasing off coyotes that are getting a little too comfortable raiding the compost bins but sometimes...sometimes it’s a lot weirder.” The remains of the old Highway 550 bridge loomed out of the twilight, crumbling concrete pilings jutting out of the shallowest, siltiest part of the river and he pulled to a halt, executing a slow pan to give the stream the best view possible. “On the other side of the river and a few miles west is what’s left of the Santa Ana Pueblo Golf Club. It used to be a world-class course, fancy-ass hotel and casino inclusive, made a lot of jobs and money for the community. All that, of course, came to an end during the Omnic Crisis.”

He revved the motivator, fired up the hoverpods to their highest yield, and skimmed across the surface of the river and up the opposite bank. A vista of devastation, stained in shades of sunset and shadow, spread out before them and the stream chat went absolutely wild. The residential neighborhoods south of 550 had been utterly flattened during the Battle of Albuquerque, hardly a brick left stacked or a wall left standing, blown all-but-flat by some incomprehensibly massive force. That, combined with the occasional blast crater and random scattering of unexploded ordnance, had discouraged resettlement so thoroughly nobody even wanted to risk putting up a solar farm. Wreckage still lay scattered as far as the eye could see and the eye could see quite a distance, even with twenty-plus years of desert scrub overgrowth blurring the harshest edges.

“Nobody really knows what happened here that day -- August thirteenth, the Battle of Albuquerque,” Cody narrated as he kicked the ATV back into motion, navigating carefully down the cracked and pitted remnants of 550 toward his goal. “Just about everybody was evacuated and the ones that stayed behind...well. Let’s just say that, when all was said and done, there wasn’t anyone left to tell the tale.”

The bombed-out, burned-out remnants of the old hotel-casino came into view, its parking lot still filled with the rusting hulks of abandoned vehicles. “The casino and golf course were used as a rallying and evacuation point for the nearby communities on the west bank of the Rio Grande in the days leading up to the battle. The US Army and local militia forces were massing along I-40 -- the Red Line -- and the Air Force and Air National Guard were flying refugees out by helo, the National Guard had commandeered every bus, van, and free personnel carrier they could get their hands on to get people out of harm’s way. This entire area was an absolute hive of activity, you can find video of it all over the internet.”

He paused long enough to link some of his favorites in the chat as he turned off the main road, easing the ATV along something that was once a paved maintenance access point, running roughly parallel with the river. He hit the first scraggly bits of “green,” grass genetically engineered to survive the heat and dry of a high desert summer, a few minutes later and he pulled up onto the flat, opened up his holomap, and pinged his location for the audience. “I’m here -- just south of the lower water trap which is, at this point, completely dry. Our objective is...here.” He touched the copse of cottonwood trees a mile and a half to the north. “The Standing Stones. No one knows how they got here -- they weren’t here before the battle and they weren’t here during the evacuation. But when the recovery teams swept through to see what, if anything, had survived...there they were.”

He gunned the motivator, turned the headlights up to maximum, and muted the call trying to come in from his uncle, likely demanding where the Hell he was. Oh, he was getting fired for this. So very, very fired. But very soon that wouldn’t matter, because after tonight his career was going elsewhere.

The stream picked up every jounce and bounce as he skimmed over ruts and bits of wreckage flung miles from their origins, swerved around scrub becoming less and less scrubby as he went and the wild descendants of decorative plants that had somehow survived despite it all. The cottonwood stand was still the tallest thing around and he slowed as it came into view. “My plan is to set up motion-activated cameras in a perimeter around the Standing Stones and several inside the circle of the Stones, as well, along with a super-sensitive microphone pickup and electromagnetic monitoring equipment. If something happens tonight, we’ll see and hear it.”

He stopped as the ATV’s headlights washed over the trees and struck glints from the Standing Stones themselves, dark stone reflecting darkly -- and more. Cody froze, still straddling his seat. “Oh, fuck -- there’s someone else in there --”

Cody killed the headlights and the motivator and rolled off the ATV into the relative cover of the underbrush in one smoothish and only mildly panicked motion. He even managed to avoid squeaking too much as he whispered, “Chat, did you see that? Did anyone else see that?!”

Yes!

Me, too!

I saw it -- it was TALL

Dozens of messages bubbled up in the chat as his audience scrolled back and scrutinized every frame for him. For his part, he dug his brand new Panopticon binoculars out of gear bag, clipped them into place on his tactical visor, and tried to get a better look of his own, zooming in on the Standing Stones so closely he could clearly see the petroglyphs incised into their surfaces, even with the last of the light bleeding out of the sky behind them. None of the grainy-green of old school low light optics with these babies, and he scanned the area and slow and careful, looking for some hint of what he saw, something, anything --

A flicker of motion caught his eye, something moving among the Stones, mostly obscured by their mass.

“Fuck.” This...was not a complication he had considered, much less prepared for. This whole area in general and the Standing Stones very much in specific were so far out of bounds that he never imagined encountering another person out here at all much less…

On the night of the anniversary of the battle of Albuquerque.

He had to physically resist the urge to facepalm. “Chat, I...think I know what this is.” He crawled back out of the brush and hunkered down next to the ATV, tried to get a better angle on the inside of the circle. “You know how every year there’s a remembrance ceremony at the big Crisis Memorial up in Santa Fe? Well...what if I told you that some people come down to the pueblo for their own private remembrances, too? It’s the anniversary, after all. Let me see if --”

A shriek of audio distortion drilled his ear with the enthusiasm of an icepick straight to the brain and it was all he could do not to howl as he clawed his audio pickup out. “Holy fuck, what was that?”

The chat, in the corner of the heads-up display on his visor, was losing its entire fucking mind -- whatever it was, they had heard it, too, and --

A second pulse of sound, deep and resonant, punched him in the chest hard enough to make both his heart and breathing stutter, and the chat went absolutely apeshit again as it fed through to them, as well.

“You know what, Chat,” Cody said, as soon as he got enough breath back to speak, “I think I’m going to take your advice and get the Hell --”

Golden light blossomed inside the circle of the Standing Stones -- for an instant, to his eyes, it looked as though the petroglyphs themselves were lighting up, searing their patterns into his retinas with a single unwary glance. He reeled back and looked away as he clawed both the tac visor and the binoculars off his face, blinking afterimages out of his vision, the light washing out of the stone circle, over him, over everything, and --

Calm flowed over him, over him and through him, a wave of perfect serenity that stole away all his fear between one breath and the next, left him wobbling on legs made of rubber, legs that folded up underneath him and left him sprawled on his back, eyes and camera both pointed at the swiftly darkening sky, hazed in golden light. He could hear the pinging of his stream’s chat freaking out a few physical inches and a couple thousand conceptual realities away, but couldn’t bring himself to care. That sweet golden light was all he knew and that majestic bone-deep music, and he allowed himself to drift away on it, blinking away like a pinched-out candle between one breath and the next.

It was some time later that the rescue team found him, sprawled out next to the ATV, boneless, blissed out and drooling. But not, as they feared, dead.

“I told you this little moron was up to something,” Julia Tso nudged him in the ribs with the tip of one hiking boot. “He’s been streaming crap on HollaGram for months, Joseph.”

“Yeah, I know.” Joseph Peshlakai sighed and signaled the medical evac team to come in from the road. “Keep an eye on him until they get here, yeah?”

Julia rolled her eyes but nodded and Joseph crossed the remaining distance to the Standing Stones, where a golden light still pulsed among them, within them, the petroglyphs alight. He stopped outside, cleared his throat, and said, “Thank you for not killing him, Wanderer. He’s an idiot but he’s my kid brother’s favorite child.”

Youth and folly are not offenses punishable by death, my old friend. The voice echoed in his mind, warm and amused, but not less awesome because of it. Thank you, as always, for watching over them in my absence.

“My honor, Wanderer. I’m honestly a little surprised to see you this soon. It’s only been, what, five years?” Five years to the day, Joseph thought but did not say.

Yes. I...think I will be staying for a time. Not here. But close. I feel...A frisson of unease passed between them, mind to mind, a chill crawling down his spine. I feel that I will be needed, sooner rather than later.

Joseph took a deep, steadying breath and nodded. “Things have been...a little stranger than usual, I will admit. It will be good to have you back, even if only for a time.”

It will be good to be home. Farewell for now, old friend.

The golden light blinked out, and Joseph knew he was alone. The Stones faded more slowly at his back, as he walked back down the shallow rise to his lieutenant and his idiot nephew and the knowledge growing in his mind that things were going to get worse before they got better.

#The Left Hand Path #Ghost Stories On Route 66

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alexnearyx · 4 years ago

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thebiblesalesman · 5 years ago

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Hero of Numbani new canon brands, products, tech, concepts, etc.

*SPOILERS FOR The Hero of Numbani AHEAD*

This list does not include Yoruba or Afro-Brazilian food/clothing/cultural concepts, which probably deserve their own list.

344X-Azúcar - A wireless signal used by Sombra.

3-D Puzzle: Horizon Lunar Colony - Efi and her cousin Bisi spent 400 hours putting this together.

Alatise Parkway - Street in the Numbani Arts District where a gray market auction house can be found.

Bankolé’s Grocery - A neighborhood grocery store.

Bello tower - Tower where Efi’s cousin Dayo lives.

Bisi’s laptop - An extremely high-end laptop that Bisi tries to gift to Efi. Capable of 3D holoprojection. Can crush logic exercises that cause “the most advanced omnics” to struggle in seconds.

Blanchet771 - A literary icon beloved by Efi’s father.

Breaking Circuits trilogy - A Flash Brighton movie trilogy where Flash is a human pretending to be an omnic pretending to be a human.

Carnival Calabar - Real-life Nigerian festival that occurs December 1-31. Efi mentions that Unity Day rivals Carnival Calabar in size.

Chinua Achebe - Real-life Nigerian novelist (1930-2013). A literary icon beloved by Efi’s father.

Compass Point Insurance - An insurance company used by Efi’s family.

Court-appointed cybernetic surgeon - Employed by world governing organizations for removing cybernetic implants from war criminals. One such surgeon removed most of Doomfist’s implants after his trial, a procedure apparently broadcast out to the whole world.

CraftLife 5000 - Premium power tools including a hard-light screwdriver.

Cybernetic brain upgrades - According to Efi, Sojourn has these upgrades, which consist of “bionic neurons” injected into the brain

Cyborg African wild dogs - These are things that exist. Efi encounters two dogs with spinal implants and flickers of green light in their eyes.

Dagger Sect - Enemy agents in the Breaking Circuits movie trilogy

Declaration of Unity - A declaration read and signed by Gabrielle Adawe during the founding of Numbani.

Delivery drone - Used to deliver things. Some are powerful enough to carry an 11-year-old.

efi_was_here_v3-39x.aipm - The name of Orisa’s personality matrix.

eNaira - Electronic Nigerian currency.

FacePunch - Site where Efi finds a lot of jokes and memes, such as Marley the Dancing Coconut.

Fadeout/Fading out - An omnic condition induced by a malicious code that self-replicates and overwrites the omnic’s native functions one-by-one. The name comes from the lights on an omnic’s head fading out when it is affected by this condition. Omnics experience severe program malfunctions during fadeout. For example, an omnic forklift operator might keep driving the forklift into a wall over and over again, or an omnic artist might destroy her own work. Fadeout also causes an omnic’s private wireless port to become publicly accessible, and if the malicious code is allowed to operate for long enough the omnic can lose all original programming and memory. Fadeouts were induced in Numbani by Sombra for a time after Doomfist’s attack on the airport. Because fadeout causes omnics’ wireless ports to become publicly accessible, an “antidote” code can be administered to one omnic and will be automatically distributed to all other affected omnics in the area.

Flash Brighton - An action movie character with numerous franchise films such as...

Flash Brighton and the Omnic Crusaders: Forty-Four Hours Till Midnight - Movie where Flash Brighton abandons werewolf pups to go looking for his brother’s assassin with a time machine.

Flash Brighton and the Omnic Crusaders: The Duel to Infinity - Movie starring Kam Kalu, Thespion 4.0, and A.I. Schylus, among others.

Flexxon Pro Micro T1 reactor - Alternative to the miniature Tobelstein reactor. Cannot maintain a graviton charge for more than a few seconds.

Free Thinkers - A website where Efi gets most of the open source code for her robots.

Harmony Key - A symbolic key presented by Gabrielle Adawe to the leader of the Numbani Omnic Union during the founding of Numbani.

HollaGram (or Hollagram) - Social media service where users can make multimedia posts and other users can award likes, claps, or shares and leave comments.

International Baccalaureate - A real-life instructional programming standard based out of Geneva, Switzerland. Efi is taking senior-high level IB instruction in calculus and physics at age 11.

Ipanema - Real-life neighborhood in Rio. Efi planned to take surf lessons here, and Lúcio’s studio is here.

Junker reactor - A graviton reactor purchased by Orisa when a miniature Tobelstein reactor cannot be found. Cobbled together from mismatched parts, with some graffiti on the side. Efi notes that it is probably irradiated and likely to blow up in Orisa’s face.

Junie (Junior Assistant) - A robot stand-in for social and professional situations, capable of broadcasting holograms of people and recording video/audio with a 360-degree camera. Hologram features can be upgraded with hardlight conversion kits. Invented by Efi Oladele. Holograms produced by Junies are referred to as [name-of-the-person-being-shown]-Junior. For example, Naade-Junior for a hologram of Efi’s friend Naade.

Lagos - The largest real-life city in Nigeria, on the coast.

Maxwell Interpreter - Part of Efi’s robot creation kit. Used for creating simulations by autosorting “eight billion permutations into virtual hash matrices.”

Modulated Biochemical Currency (MBC) - DNA-coded cryptocurrency used on the dark web. About the size of a sand dollar, they wiggle in your hand and contain synthetic blood with unique biological codes in it. Also known as bio gold, wiggle notes, glam clams, scritch scratch...

Nollywood - Real-life slang for the Nigerian film industry

Numbani civic codes - For example, Code 34-342b - Driving a vehicle with an expired registration. Code 92-574j - Pedestrian cross-traffic. Etc.

Numbani Civic Defense Department - Numbani government security forces/police.

Numbani Credit Union - A credit union. Efi stores her grant money here.

Numbani museum exhibits - Historical artifacts, omnic art, a walking tour of Overwatch’s presence in Numbani, Numbani native plants, and a diorama of the Declaration of Unity, among others

Numbani Omnic Union - An omnic representative organization present during the founding of Numbani. The leader was presented the Harmony Key by Gabrielle Adawe.

OmnicCon - A con in Numbani with a costuming contest.

OmniWorx - Company that produces synthetic greases in designer tins with different scents like mint and citrus. The product is used by omnics as an indulgence, such as on Unity Day in Numbani. Efi buys OmniWorx tins for her omnic friends.

OR15 auction - An auction that took place after the defeat of the OR15s by Doomfist at Numbani airport. The Numbani Civic Defense Department sold off decommissioned OR15s in lots of 10 that cost around 20 million naira. Bidders were not informed of the OR15′s defeat at Doomfist’s hands.

Overwatch cartoons - Cartoons Efi describes as “old” that are based on the lives of real Overwatch members like Sojourn.

Overwatch coin bank - Owned by Efi. Features Reinhardt protecting the bank with his rocket hammer.

Overwatch pajamas - Efi owns a pair of these.

Paper notes - Used to avoid digital filters at Efi’s school.

Peace Park - A park in Numbani which had a statue of Gabrielle Adawe. The statue ended up being destroyed by Doomfist.

Precision Core reactor - Alternative to the miniature Tobelstein reactor. Unit is the size of a car.

Rapid-X heliotherapy - A type of therapy that heals broken bones in the span of a few days.

Sky Postal - Delivery company that uses drones. Capable of executing Lightning-Priority deliveries.

Steppe Wanderer - A model of car.

Super Fun Family Time - A “game” Efi’s parents taught her where they hide in the interior bathroom of their flat whenever the warning sirens go off indicating a Doomfist attack.

Tiawo Boulevard - Street in Numbani that intersects Heritage Avenue

Tin Can Island Port - Port where Numbani omnics held a dockworkers’ revolt several years back.

Tonal Abyss - Omnic pop band with 38 members. Broke up at one point due to disagreements about which quantum clock standard to use as a time measure for their music. Reunited at Lúcio’s concert in Numbani.

University of Ibadan, University of Lagos - Real-life Nigerian universities that Efi’s cousin Dayo received acceptances from in the story.

Valor Matrix distributed computing project - Project that rewards loans of processing power with currency.

Version 3.44 VAvmpCompiler - Part of Efi’s robot creation kit. An alternative to a dedicated Maxwell Interpreter box.

Virtual Physician protocol - Downloadable physician protocol accessible to any robot or omnic.

Yankari National Park - Largest national park in Nigeria.

Yoku Voyager - A low-end car model with weak levrims.

Zobo Bot - Robot that makes juice drinks at Efi’s school. Known to be ornery.

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