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Overwatch ENF: Doctor Knows Best	By : Meowshi Category: +M through R > Overwatch Views: 839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Prologue

Satya Vaswani stared at her face in the mirror, unable to accept the blemished face staring back at her.
Her normally smooth, nut-brown skin, which she had always taken such pride in, was now marred by an angry rash of red bumps and lesions that ran from the top of her head all the way down to her dainty feet. Each bump felt like a searing flame, and she winced as she shifted her weight, trying to find some relief from the burning pain.
The painful bumps were not only unsightly but also highly contagious, which meant that she had been forced to quarantine herself for the past few weeks in hopes of getting better, but the condition was only growing worse.
Several of Vishkar’s top diagnosticians, dermatologists, and infectious disease physicians had been up to her room to examine her, but none had been successful in finding a way to cure her of the unidentifiable illness. Unused to being shaken from her meticulously-planned routines, she had spent many nights scouring the NeuralNet for medical holovids that might help her.
One night, when she had finally broken down into tears, a private communication popped up on her tablet.
Ever suspicious, Satya dried her eyes and ran a trace on the call and was surprised to see that it originated from Oasis, likely the world’s most advanced city in terms of scientific ingenuity and medical innovations. Even the radiant brilliance of Utopaea was said to pale in comparison to the majestic white city of Oasis, rising out of the Arabian desert like a mirage.
She excitedly opened the call but frowned when she saw a familiar-looking face staring back at her. Moira O'Deorain; an esteemed and accredited biologist, the Minister of Genetics in Oasis, and one of the most brilliant minds when it came to unraveling the mysteries of human DNA.
Unfortunately, she was also a very controversial figure in the scientific community. Her medical ethics were dubious at best and she had suspected ties to the terrorist organization Talon, at least according to Vishkar’s black file on her. Satya scowled at the tablet, feeling the hope drain from her face.
“You look positively dreadful Ms. Vaswani!” Moira held her taloned hand to her heart, although there was not a hint of empathy in her voice. Satya doubted she was capable of the emotion.
“Doctor O’Deorain,” Satya responded icily, “If your intention in contacting me was to mock and ridicule, then we can put an end to this conversation right now." Her voice was laced with a palpable sense of indignation, although her cheeks reddened in embarrassment at the mention of her substandard appearance.
Moira's response came dripping with condescension, "I wouldn't dream of mocking you, sweet Satya. I heard about your condition from a colleague and was heartbroken to hear that a friend was suffering so. I can assure you that my interest in your condition is purely humanitarian."
Satya scoffed; she and Moira had barely crossed paths, and the interactions they had were far from friendly. She realized that she was already exhausted by this conversation and moved to end the call.
“Goodbye, Dr. O’Deorain-”
As if on cue, Moira began rattling off on the other side of the call, “You’re suffering from a condition called Miracidial dermatitis, a rare disease caused by ingestion of water contaminated with the parasitic species Parasitoidia xenoplasmica during your childhood in the impoverished city of Hyderabad, India. The condition often takes decades to manifest, and is characterized by painful skin lesions and other worsening symptoms if not properly treated.”
Satya felt as if her blood had drained from her face, even though her dark brown skin prevented any visible blanching. She stared in shock at Moira's smug and self-satisfied expression, rendered momentarily speechless after the unexpected diagnostic assessment.
"Even the best Vishkar doctors couldn't come up with a diagnosis. How could you possibly-?"
Moira’s face darkened, “Do not compare me to the pill-pushers and medical mercenaries employed by your embarrassing little corporation.”
Normally Satya would have defended her beloved corporation from slander, but she was simply too exhausted to take the bait. “I am tired and in excruciating pain doctor, would you be willing to help me cure this condition? Yes or no?”
“Of course, sweet Satya,” Moira cooed victoriously, “Anything for a friend.”

A few days later, Satya Vaswani was standing in a large room filled with sinister-looking medical equipment. Due to her highly contagious condition, she had been granted a private train car on the hyperloop connecting the city of Utopaea to the city of Oasis. As a former hard-light architect and current high-ranking Vishkar employee, she was no stranger to private accommodations; but she felt tremendously embarrassed that, this time, the secluded car had been assigned to her because she posed a risk to the other passengers.
That embarrassment is why she introduced herself to the welcoming board outside the Ministry of Genetics not as Satya Vaswani, but as Symmetra, the moniker she used when engaging in covert corporate espionage. She wanted her real name kept out of any official records for this trip.
Symmetra had been left to sit alone with her thoughts for several minutes before Moira came striding into the waiting room, white coat swishing behind her. Goodness, I’d forgotten how tall she is, she thought to herself as she looked the woman over. Despite her long, shapely legs, Symmetra was still average height for a woman, but Moira was well over six feet in height.
Neither of the two women believed much in pleasantries so they got right down to business.
“So as I shared over our communique the condition you’re suffering from is very rare,” Moira’s tone almost seemed respectful and professional for once, “But our geneticists have already developed several remedies that we believe might alleviate, if not completely cure, your symptoms.”
Symmetra smiled warily, still not fully trusting the woman. “That’s great news Dr. O’Deorain. Vishkar will be willing to pay any price for—”
“Let me stop you right there,” Moira interrupted her with a wave of her hand, “We have no interest in Vishkar’s money. We are solely interested in the advancement of scientific knowledge here in Oasis, and to that end, the only payment we require for our services is your signature on these consent forms.”
“Forms?” Satya asked suspiciously, taking the sheet of papers from Moira’s outstretched fingers. Her big brown eyes widened as she read them. “You. Cannot. Be. Serious!” she exclaimed, nearly choking on the words.
Moira smiled deviously before responding, "I do not make a habit of engaging in frivolous jests. I can assure you that forms are quite standard."
“You want to give me a full medical examination in front of a room full of students?!” Symmetra hissed, dropping all pretense of respect. “Moira, have you lost your godsforsaken mind?!”
“Ms. Vaswani,” Moira chided her like a pouty child, “I’m surprised at you! As another woman of science, I expected you to understand why a full examination by Ministry students is necessary. The science regarding this condition of yours is in its infancy, we know almost nothing about its lasting effects on the body. Do you recall me explaining how you likely caught this disease?”
“Contaminated water from my childhood growing up in Hyderabad,” Symmetra answered through gritted teeth, wanting nothing more than to strangle the patronizing geneticist.
“An excellent memory!” Moira purred condescendingly, “And what of all the little girls still living in Hyderabad? If you had an opportunity to ease their suffering, would you not take it? Is that not the goal of your precious Vishkar Corporation?”
Symmetra stared daggers into the woman, her disappointment and indignation evident as they distorted her proud features into a mask of rage. Eventually, she signed the consent forms and shoved them at Moira with force, as if eager to be rid of them.
“Let’s get this over with,” she murmured icily.
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