Another Overwatch snippet I wrote and then realized it wasn’t going anywhere. I am dying to take that cyborg 76 skin and write some cyberpunk, YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW, but it isn’t cooperating with meeeeee.
After the Omnic Crisis, a lot of the refugee camps never quite got cleared out and closed down. For all that Jack tried to make it a priority for Overwatch, not everyone wanted to go home. And in the aftermath, with destabilization sweeping the globe and governments responding with martial law and hyper-regulation, the settlements flooded with a second wave of inhabitants, desperate for shelter from the chaos and crackdowns both. At this point, built up over 20-some years, some of them have turned into cities in their own right, with buildings made of shipping containers and modular housing stacked one atop another until the lower levels dwell in a damp, smelly perpetual twilight. Lately they’re seeing a fresh round of immigration by refugees from the ‘urban renewal’ campaigns led by companies like Vishkar.
New Delhi is Vishkar’s stomping grounds, but they don’t have much to do with the refugee city on its outskirts–mockingly dubbed ‘Used Delhi’ by locals. Jack stands out like a sore thumb with his pale skin and his cybernetics, but like almost everybody else, he’s here because the rent is dirt cheap. It also helps that a lot of the residents here are Omnics. They’re not about to start trouble. They’re on thin ice in these parts at the best of times, which works out for Jack seeing as cyborgs don’t do much better. They unsettle people. He’s gotten used to clever nicknames like ‘halfbreed.’
He thanks the shop owner and scoops up his bag full of dinner. He might be crashing in a human rat warren these days, but you can’t say the food ain’t good. Sanitary, on the other hand? Probably not, but he’s still got a biology that doesn’t blink at much short of drinking weed killer.
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