"I did not. Instead I chose to work to better relations between human and omnic. What better way to respond to those people than to take away that hate?" It is strange to think of himself both being and not being Zenyatta, but he has no other way of referring to himself. Zenyatta 2.0 like Thespian 2.0? But 2.0 implies that he is newer, improved version; that couldn't be further from the truth. Again, a name will have to wait for a later time. "It is a different way of fighting and a way to change things for the better."
Perhaps their conversation would have gone longer if not for Rico waking up, violently. The sleeping Zenyatta chirps a few beeps, and his lights stop flickering and stay constant.
...
Zenyatta wakes much more peacefully than Rico, letting his senses gather information before he acts. He feels the wave of discord roll over him, but within that he senses a solid determination. There is something familiar about the energy he feels. Another omnic? It feels like it is, and part of his spirit jumps at the irrational idea that Mondatta is with him once more.
But the omnic offering his hand to help him out of the stasis tube does not belong to Mondatta.
"Oh," Zenyatta whispers. He sees an omnic of the same model as him with the same pattern of scratches and oxidation on his faceplate.
He doesn't have time to say much more before his double speaks. "Zenyatta, I know you have questions, but our time is-is-is--"
With a wave of his hand, Zenyatta forms an orb of warm, harmony and lets it hover over his double. It attaches, but there is a lot of discord to work through. There are deep wounds that he cannot even begin to heal. Yet he hopes it provides some relief to the ailing omnic. "We walk in harmony... brother?"
The other omnic makes a noise like clearing his throat. "... Our time is short, and I... I think I would rather be thought as a brother."
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Perhaps their conversation would have gone longer if not for Rico waking up, violently. The sleeping Zenyatta chirps a few beeps, and his lights stop flickering and stay constant.
...
Zenyatta wakes much more peacefully than Rico, letting his senses gather information before he acts. He feels the wave of discord roll over him, but within that he senses a solid determination. There is something familiar about the energy he feels. Another omnic? It feels like it is, and part of his spirit jumps at the irrational idea that Mondatta is with him once more.
But the omnic offering his hand to help him out of the stasis tube does not belong to Mondatta.
"Oh," Zenyatta whispers. He sees an omnic of the same model as him with the same pattern of scratches and oxidation on his faceplate.
He doesn't have time to say much more before his double speaks. "Zenyatta, I know you have questions, but our time is-is-is--"
With a wave of his hand, Zenyatta forms an orb of warm, harmony and lets it hover over his double. It attaches, but there is a lot of discord to work through. There are deep wounds that he cannot even begin to heal. Yet he hopes it provides some relief to the ailing omnic. "We walk in harmony... brother?"
The other omnic makes a noise like clearing his throat. "... Our time is short, and I... I think I would rather be thought as a brother."