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on today's episode of "gaming with your local pathetic gamer," we try to get the most unnecessarily long chain attack possible

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"You Aren't Real" Suite

A trio of three short drabbles, featuring Naomi, Maria, and Elena, respectively.

“You aren’t real.”

The reflection stared dully back at her. Silver hair, an unreadable expression, exhausted blue eyes, alive but, at the same time, lacking any semblance of life to her. The porcelain sink felt cool on her trembling hands as she pressed against it, leaning forward slightly.

Her whole body ached. Fatigue laid invisible chains on her body, making every movement a struggle. Her muscles pulsed with pain, sinking its dull teeth deep into her. She wished she could just get it over with. She knew her time must be running out; things had gotten worse and worse. Even her mind was getting away from her. She used a special program to remember her notes and the evidence; word processor programs were often open with little tidbits and observations about the case.

Little Guy did everything he could to make her feel at ease- asking questions about things she’d forgotten to say or speak about in such a way that it seemed like he was the forgetful one, instead of her being the one going senile. It made her feel like less of a wreck. It was better than being blatantly reminded about her… Condition.

Naomi’s lips curled up in a ghoulish smile as she opened the cabinet, taking out her medicines and a bottle of painkillers. Chalky tablets, plastic-covered capsules, and tiny pills were taken in turn, chased with tap water. The painkillers came last. Sometimes she wondered what the use was now. Little by little, her faith in Derek had waned until her chances of survival seemed nil. Only a miracle could save her, and what was the chance of one of those?

At any rate, Naomi knew she didn’t deserve it. Her time in Delphi had ensured that. Simply taking a sample of Savato and saving a couple lives hadn’t erased the harm she’d done or the parasites she’d assisted by proxy, by virtue of keeping their young incubators alive. The idea of atoning for that still had rooted in her, but on days like this- days where she was at the end of her rope- her efforts seemed laughable. What place was there for the Devil Doctor?

Naomi slowly shut the cabinet door and turned her back on her reflection, body voicing its every complaint. Still, she wouldn’t allow herself to call in sick. This case could be important, it could save another life, it could give people closure… Could have, would have, what if. Those were the main ways she occupied herself on days like these, when she wasn’t working.

What if she hadn’t taken the job with Delphi? Could she have done something better? Would she have been ferreted out, time after time, until there was nowhere she could practice?

Each and every outcome lead to one conclusion: no matter what, if she had chosen right, she wouldn’t have given herself this disease. While none of the scenarios were cheery, excepting a handful where she stopped Delphi early or fled, she at the least hadn’t envisioned herself dying at 31. This was her punishment. She really couldn’t have expected to get out scott-free.

Naomi staggered out of the bathroom, preparing herself for another day of work.

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The specter was getting to be an annoyingly common sight.

Maria surveyed it- her, rather- over the rim of the can she been poised to take a sip from. Blank eyes stared back at her, too bright against the dark miasma churning within her; the dual shocks of red drew her eyes. “…So you’re back, huh?” She took a short sip of the bitter drink, letting it dangle in her hand afterwards as she faced the ghost. “…Damn, maybe I should have asked Gabe for some tranqs,” she muttered with a touch of bitterness. “So what is it now? I don’t think I can just have you sit back and share a drink with me.”

The specter flickered out- the ghost of a forgotten acquaintance stared back at her, brows knit in distress as she mouthed one word. Maria grit her teeth.

“Beginning! Beginning, I get it, that’s what you always say. Broken record…” Maria lapsed into silence, glowering at the ghost. She felt tight, ready to spring. “Why did you have to follow me home?”

“Why do you have to come to my work?”

“Why can’t you leave me alone? I’m sick of it! Things are bad enough without a ghost haunting me,” she spat. “And no, because isn’t an answer,” she muttered. She disregarded the ghost, hands clenching the slick can a bit too tightly. Aluminum crumpled under her grasp. After a few moments of scowling at the unwavering ghost, she sighed and put her hand over her eyes.

“…I wish you could actually speak and tell me why you’re here. What’s the damn reason? You tail me from here to there… I’m not that interesting, am I?” She laughed shortly, sour amusement lacing it. “D'you just want to watch how a ’‘hero” can screw up, and how bad?“ She opened her eyes behind her hands. The scene at the docks was still fresh in her mind. Hero… Ha. Like she could ever be one. Even when she was young, she…

She lifted the crumpled beer can to her lips, tilting it back until only trickles and droplets remained in it. ”…What am I doing? You aren’t real. I’m ranting at the air.“ Yes, that must be it. Just an overstressed mind. Being a paramedic had a high turnover rate, high stress, enough paperwork to give an entire office carpal tunnel, but she still wouldn’t give it up.

She couldn’t save everyone. She had to admit that. There were no real heroes. And if there were? She certainly wasn’t one of them. "Look, can you just go?” Maria felt unspeakably idiotic talking to a figment of her imagination like that. “This… This isn’t helping anything.” She sighed, reaching for another drink. “I want to be alone.”

One moment she was there, the next, she was gone. Maria leaned back into the chair, staring dully out into the room. The failure to communicate, the lost patients, how she’d faced an onslaught of them, how that one day they just kept coming and coming and she couldn’t do anything…

The thoughts would torment her for a while yet. Maybe it wasn’t the best to be alone with her thoughts, but she couldn’t call the ghost back.

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Elena held the rungs in a vicegrip.

Frost given form curled up with each panicked breath. Flakes of snow drifted down into their prison. A thin coating glistened on the ground; the flakes disappeared into the burbling water licking at the hem of her coat. Her grip was white-knuckled, but her hands were numb.

“Doctor-” Her voice was thin with fear, almost lost behind Valerie’s urgent question.

“Markus, how are you doing?”

“I’m doing the best I can. It shouldn’t be long.” The normally cool tone held a sharp edge of panic as he worked on the lock, swearing softly as the forceps grabbed hold of another section of the lock. She could almost feel his fatigue, could almost see the brightly-colored plastic swimming before his eyes, blurred with fatigue; he grabbed the bar near it as he worked.

“Elena.” Her eyes met Valerie’s, looking over her shoulder. Val’s eyes darted to look down at the water before focusing again on Elena. It seemed dark, sloshing against her body. The doctor’s hands tightened subconsciously. “He’s almost done. Okay? Hold tight.” She nodded in response to the soothing words, unable to calm her panic. Icy currents played against her body, splashing against her midriff- she had thought it at her hips just a moment ago- it was coming up too fast, it seemed like each time she blinked it rose another half-inch. A deep ache bit into her body as a chill settled in.

“Oh, fuck-” Any semblance of calm had fled his voice. The forceps clashed once with a discordant click against the lock before falling silent, as if he’d given up.

“Well, well, well, isn’t this a daring attempt. Did ya really think you’d get away?”

The chill in the air, the roar of the water, it all seemed to fade away. Her heart jumped into her throat as she looked up at the gilded mask. Grit ground under Kidman’s foot as he shifted; his hands were stuffed in his pockets. “Got some balls on you, huh? Let me guess-” Sick amusement bloomed in his voice. “You all thought you could just stage a jailbreak and waltz outta the place. Wrong move, Doc.” He lifted his foot.

A wet snap could barely be heard over the strangled cry, overlapping with two others as they fell. Chaos took over- chill waters churned around her, she caught glimpses of her doctors, she couldn’t breathe water was rushing into her lungs and she stared up at the distorted visage leering down at them, the man behind the mask laughing as the weight of her saturated clothes dragged her down, she reached up, trying to reach the ladder; she knew this was going to

She had thrown the blanket off in her sleep. Elena reached up, still caught in the frenzy of the dream. Her lungs burned for air, and it felt as if she was sinking into the bed, dragged down by her clothing. Her fingers closed around the air. The icy metal had been in her grasp just a second ago, so why- Her eyes darted around, looking for their captor, for Markus and Valerie, and were met by the sight of a placid bedroom in the early hours. Still, she struggled to breathe.

No matter how much she got, it seemed like too little; small tremors played over her body. Fear still had hold of her. With each attempt, it slowly got easier. After a period of time, too stretched out to her, she caught her breath.

“…You aren’t real.” The whisper was shaky, exhaled with a slow breath. It spilled from her over and over, and she snatched it up.

“You aren’t real.” Her voice was surer and surer with each whispered repetition, gaining strength. Her nerves, frazzled and frayed from the nightmare, slowly calmed as she turned the light on. No concrete walls, no rushing water. No bars, no damned toy lock.

“You aren’t real.” The young nurse slowly sat up, pulling the covers back on. Winter’s chill was never a pleasant one; the warmth was welcome as she slowly laid back down and eased herself into a comfortable position. Nightmares like that weren’t uncommon- she knew they shared them, and she knew they hadn’t been getting easier. The thick cover weighed down on her, soothing, and she closed her eyes. Elena curled up, safe in the knowledge that she was far away from that place.

Sleep wouldn’t be far off.

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💛 femfeb day 6 | my femfeb masterpost 🧡 xposted → ao3 | dw | pf.io 💖 Orisa/Sombra | 2k | Explicit 🧡 PWP, Human/Robot, Cybernetic Sex, Masturbation, Robot kink, Dubcon if u squint 💛 Orisa has some secret functions buried in her processor that Sombra makes good use of.

Sombra sat back in her chair, basking in the glow of the multiple screens in front of her. She had finally come to a stopping point in what she had been researching. She took in a deep breath and stretched her arms up over her head. Digging up dirt on people wasn’t easy. It wasn’t all neatly stored in one place. It was like panning for gold. So much silt with so little value. She could spend hours digging through encrypted correspondences between her target and their employers, only to then get sidetracked by a deep dive into financial or court records, and still come up empty. It was easy to get lost in her work and lose track of time. She winced when she checked the clock. It was much later than she thought it was. She hadn’t meant to get this distracted. Surely everyone else was asleep by now. Even if they weren’t, most of the night owls around here kept to themselves, safe in their own rooms. Sombra shifted and stretched a little more. She flexed the muscles in her neck and shoulders that got stiff when she sat in front of screens like this for too long. She carefully locked her computer and powered down all the monitors. She was only wearing a pair of panties and a tank top, but she didn’t think anyone would be awake to see her, so she slipped out of her room without bothering to put any more clothes on. The tile floors in the hallway were cold under her bare feet. The lights had been dimmed. The entire watchpoint was quiet and dark. There was something lonely about it, in a way. This was a place that should be bustling with people. Instead it was just her in the dull light, footsteps quietly echoing off the walls as she walked. Sneaking around the base in the middle of the night probably wasn’t a good idea. Her teammates at Overwatch barely trusted her as it was, and most of them thought she was some kind of double agent. (She didn’t exactly blame them for thinking that.) Getting caught out of her room this late would be suspicious as all hell, but that didn’t stop her. Sombra went for the room that everyone was colloquially referring to as the ‘repair room’. It must have been a research and development lab back before the fall, but after the recall it served as a staging area for anyone who wanted to work on something metal or mechanical. Brigitte hammered away at her armor here, Torbjorn tinkered with turrets, Hana made repairs to her mech, Bastion made repairs to himself. It was all-purpose. It was also where two of the three omnics in the team ‘slept at night’. Or, more accurately, where they spent their time recharging or giving their processing systems a break by powering down most of their functions for a while. There were a few massive berths that almost doubled as beds. It wasn’t uncommon to come in here late at night and find Orisa or Bastion tucked away on one in stand-by mode just waiting for interaction or input to rouse them. Sombra opened the repair room door and glanced inside. Sometimes her teammates and fellow Overwatch agents could be found toiling away at late in the night. None of them were here now. A few staging lights here and there kept the room from being pitch black. The heavy scents or metal, ink, and oil were rich in here. Sombra quietly stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She walked over to the OR15, Orisa, who had forgone the berth to curl up neatly on the floor in a corner instead. Her dual sets of legs were curled underneath her like a loafing cat. She was connected with a handful of hardline cables to a port on the wall, charging. She was an omnic, not a cellphone, she didn’t need to be connected to a wall socket in order to power up. Still, the extra energy would help sustain her during the next mission. Knowing full well that data could be sent through that cable to who knows where, Sombra’s very first move was to unplug it before doing anything that might get logged. This instantly brought Orisa to life. Her unique pupils widened into glowing golden plus signs. The near silent whirring of previously dormant mechanics coming back online filled the quiet room. “Orisa online,” she announced, modulated voice impossibly loud compared to the relative quiet of the repair room. “Hey, okay. Lower the volume girlfriend.” Sombra told her straight away. “Complying.” Orisa’s voice lowered in volume immediately, falling to a more acceptable level. “Good morning, Sombra. How can I be of assistance?” Jeez, it technically was morning wasn’t it? Sombra decided to be quick, lest some early bird come in to start work before the sun was up. She still had the unplugged cable in hand, and she brought it around, guiding the connector to the port at the back of her neck. Even after years of having cybernetic implants it still felt weird to jack into something. Her neck and the base of her skull got oddly warm and then went numb. She tasted metal in her mouth. It passed a few seconds later. The light nodes connected to the implants trilled, pulsing purple in the low light, and then dimmed to a barely-there glow. “Orisa, access OR14 non-violence programming and scan for PleasureTech coding.” Sombra told her. The first time Sombra had tried something like this, she was met with polite refusal. Something about ‘Only Efi has access to that information’. She felt a little bad about hacking into a sentient being and stripping that safety mechanism out, but not bad enough to stop from doing it. Now Orisa didn’t say anything, she just accessed the programming as asked. “Commencing scan,” Orisa told her quietly, eyes shuttering to slits as if to block out visual stimulus in order to concentrate efforts on scanning. Not that there was much to see in the vacant repair room. Sombra could feel her processing the information. It felt like rain was coming, a storm on the horizon. She could feel it in the air, sense that it was happening, but there was nothing she could do about it. Something bigger was at work. Something she couldn’t entirely control. It would rain, and Orisa would find the information she was looking for. All Sombra had to do was wait. She admired the fine figure of the omnic before her. The gentle sloping curve of the tusk-like appendages attached to her helm. The smooth expanse of her massive chassis. The silky, soft-touch finish of the silicone exterior that covered many of her parts. She was a beautiful machine. Sombra had to admit that. She normally didn’t go for omnics, and if she did OR15s weren’t her type, but Orisa was a fine specimen. It was objectively and obviously clear. Orisa’s eyes opened, a pale-yellow light to mix in with the purple glow of Sombra’s cybernetics. “Located compressed PleasureTech files.” Two decades after the omnic crisis, when people started to trust bots again, the Numbani government had revived their OR14 program. The OR14s were used for service and security before the crisis, and they were meant to be used for the same thing once they were back up and running. The OR14s were refurbished, recoded, and reworked into shiny new OR15s. In an effort to minimize risk, multiple non-violence programs were installed. Except, whoever was in charge of installing these programs hadn’t bothered to write the code themselves. Instead, they lifted it from a leading sex bot company; PleasureTech. Absolutely no one wanted a sexually motivated bot becoming violent against humans, and thus sex robots were generally the most secure when it came to non-violent measures. It was a good idea, honestly. Sombra didn’t fault whoever thought it up. The only problem was that it was hard to cleanly extract the code from its frame work of sex. It was like trying to pull a plant out by its roots and expecting not to pull up any dirt. It didn’t work like that. So, the files were neatly compressed, tucked away, dormant… Until Sombra came poking around. After the crisis, things like sex bots become more or less obsolete. No one was interested in fucking omnics anymore. The few that were still willing weren’t buying enough sex bots to keep the entire industry afloat. Just about every company making them went under, PleasureTech included. Their technology was lost to the general public but Sombra had her ways of finding it. The last place she ever expected it to show up was buried in the core processor of an OR15, but she wasn’t complaining. She appreciated the easy access. “Uncompress PleasureTech files and find executable actions,” Sombra ordered. “Complying,” Sombra intoned happily. This was a quicker process; a few seconds and it was done. “Several sequences are compatible with current hardware and user interface.” “Select a sequence and initiate it. A short one.” Almost immediately Sombra felt it happen. The weird warm numbing sensation surged from the back of her neck and an oddly delightful feeling replaced it. Like she was tasting something sweet, but the sweetness was flooding through her muscles instead. Down her neck, relaxing her shoulder, pulsing down the length of her arm to tingle the tips of her fingers. She reached out, grasping for Orisa with one hand. Orisa moved to gently cradle her, rigid arms caging Sombra, offering support for her to lean into. She said nothing. The language associated with these processes were likely lost during the reinstallation. That was fine. Neither of them needed to speak. All that mattered was how it felt, and god it felt good. Goosebumps rose over her skin. Her cybernetics went vibrant and bright. Pleasure crawled down her spine, making her back arch and her toes curl. Sombra was soaking it in, bathing in the thrilling sensation. It pulsed throughout her entire body. The pleasure wasn’t specific. It didn’t feel like any one thing in particular. It was just a flood of yes, good, oh god, yes. It took her a few seconds to recover her wits enough to slide a hand underneath the waistband of her panties. Though her cybernetics were localized down her spine and over the curve of her skull, she did have a few implants running through her hands to the tips of her fingers. She might as well be thrusting a vibrator between her legs for how it felt. It was a good thing Orisa was holding her up because she damn near went weak. The pleasure was only heightening, becoming stronger and more intense as each second passed. It began to roll over her like waves lapping at a sea shore. Slow pulses of intensity followed by a few relaxed seconds to allow a short recovery. It made her breathing go all shaky. She fingered herself, stroking between the delicate folds of flesh and over her sensitive clit. This wasn’t like the carnal fire of fucking hard and fast, or the exciting spark of sensual sex. This was quietly blissful, a rising euphoria that radiated from all her cybernetics. Something that humans couldn’t recreate no matter how hard they tried. Sombra kept her moans to herself, locking them in her throat as best she could. A few quiet ones escaped, of course. She could only do so much. The rapturous ecstasy rose and rose, each pulse more deliciously intense than the last. She felt her orgasm building, mixing in with the rise of electric pleasure. She didn’t really need to rub herself, but she did anyway, coaxing herself to climax. When she came it was like the whole world came crashing down around her. She went stiff and still and let the technology carry her through the fervor. When it was done, when the best of it had finished and faded into quiet pulsating aftershocks, she let out a gasping breath. “Would you like me to stop the sequence?” Orisa asked. “Yeah,” Sombra managed between her panting. She was all over sensitive now. If she had more time she might have carried on, chasing the pleasure into a second or maybe even a third orgasm. Maybe tomorrow night she would… All the things she had been feeling abruptly stopped, fading away to nothing instead as Orisa terminated the sequence. She took a few seconds to gather herself. She tested her legs and found them steady enough to stand upright. As soon as she had her balance, Orisa let go of her, arms returning to their stationary positions at her sides. Before disconnecting the hardline cable from the port in her neck, Sombra transmitted a program to sweep any trace of her interaction with Orisa from the omnic’s logging system. Though she had a few handy lies about why she might be messing around in the OR15’s processor, it was better to just wipe her tracks entirely. She had ten seconds to disconnect and plug the charger back into its wall socket before the action logs began recording again. She made quick work of it. Orisa powered back down to her standard recharging position. Her eyes shuttered, dimmed, and she looked as though she was sleeping. Sombra still couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have found an omnic with PleasureTech programming loaded into it. It was a lot of extra effort to get off, but well worth it in the end. She felt sated and happy and was fully ready to crash on her bed back in her room.

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