Author's notes: This is a passion project, inspired by the lack of stories on . I personally wanted to write this story and I thought it would nice to share what I write with others who might also want some stories on . First though there are some disclaimers I have to get out the way first.
I am by no means a good writer, as I said this project is purely out of a desire to see more stories. I still want some criticism of course, just don't expect miracles ok?
Overwatch is a very recently released game, the lore is constantly being expanded on. So there's a good chance that something in my story will conflict with the cannon, if it does please consider my story AU Overwatch. After all this is all about trying to make a good backstory for .
I don't know much about Korea, so if something I write conflicts with how the country operates… Its future Korea, with mechs and teleportation. I hope that's a good enough excuse.
Finally, I don't own Overwatch.
Now at last we can go on with the first chapter…
Over the last few years South Korea had entered a state of economic boom. Korean corporations had made great calls both on the stock market and in global trade to foreign countries.
The companies had in turn helped feed the Korean economy, earning both fame and fortune in their time of rapid growth. They became known as the 'foundation companies' and had gained precedence and profits even on a global scale.
One of these 'foundation companies' was the Song Corporation.
The leader of the Song Corporation was a powerful, ruthless and greedy man named Devin Song. A man of principles and efficiency who had taken his family corporation and through a chain of cunning yet carefully constructed plans and tactics had risen said corporation to the pinnacle of success.
His wife, Renela Song (previously Renela Trent) was not a wife he had married out of love. Instead the two married as part of a merger agreement a few years back. She was however just a ruthless and cunning as he was when it came to the economy game, so the two got along well enough.
The problems started when Devin's mother and father began to pressure him about having a child, someone to 'continue the family legacy' the said.
While Devin was not one to cave to his parents demands, the idea of someone that could he could hand his company off to if he went in to retirement was very appealing to him.
So a few months later…
Devin and Renela song's daughter was born.
That was a few months ago, now Devin and Renela sat in their home contemplating the true repercussions of their decision.
Slowly, Renela began to speak.
"We, cannot care for a child." Devin let out a light chuckle as he heard his wife's voice mirror the exact thoughts he himself had just a month ago.
"I know sweetheart, I know." Devin replied, though Renela did not seem to hear him.
"I mean we both know that running the corporation is a full time job, there's no way we can do that and-"
"I KNOW!" Devin yelled as he violently slammed his fists into the countertop, causing his wife to flinch slightly.
"Now shut up and listen to me instead of nattering on to yourself." David growled slightly, before quickly regaining his composure and returning to his normal calm cold and collected voice.
"I already figured that out." Devin grinned "We obviously don't have time to care for the kid, so why not get someone else to do it for us?"
Both Devin and Renela turned to their young daughter, even partially concealed in her white blanket you could still see what looked like silky brown hair beginning to grow out the top her head. On the baby's face was a content smile as she quietly slept the day away.
"Someone else to care for her… but who? If anyone hears that were not taking care of our daughter well… Think of the bad publicity!" Renela sighed slightly as she dismissed the idea, Devin however still had a devilish grin on his face.
"That's right sweetheart." He whispered "it would be a really big problem if we had to get someONE to care for our daughter but what if we used someTHING instead?" Renela's eyebrows raised slightly, she was clearly surprised by the idea.
"Well by that look in your eye's Devin I can tell you already have a plan, so what is it?" Renela asked Devin as he walked out of the room…
Only to push a large create back into the room…
A large human sized crate.
"Simple my dear Renela, when a human doesn't want to do a job what should we send to do it instead?" Devin pulled off the front of the crate revealing…
"An omnic my dear Renela you send an omnic."
The omnic inside the crate was a strange one indeed, while most humanoid omnics were designed after human males and all shared a very utilitarian look. This omniac however looked more female in nature and its design much more decorated and soft than most omnics.
"I got this chrome-can from an old friend of mine, specifically designed to take care of children and modified to serve only me." While Devin continued to grin as he pulled the omnic out of the crate, Renela watch with slight apprehension.
"Devin are you sure using an omnic is a good idea?" Renela whispered in a hushed worried tone. "You do know that after the omnic uprising using them as unpaid labour is considered… slavery right?"
Devin merely shrugged off Renela's concerns with a chuckle as he continued to speak.
"No one in this country cares about omnics my dear, even if they did see it what could they do? Try to arrest us after everything we've done to help this country? There would be uprisings in the streets! No we are completely safe."
"Now all I need to do is turn it on… Ah! Here's the switch!
*click*
A low wising sound filled the room as the holes where the omincs eyes would be were filled with a blue light, slowly the omnic began to move and speak.
"Boot successful, all systems online. Now searching for end user."
The omnic began scanning its surroundings, until it spotted Devin standing slightly to it's left.
"Greetings end user Devin, you have been identified. I am your new omnic child care unit C-A-R-E-001. Do you wish me to initiate child care protocols?"
"Yes initiate the protocols."
"Excellent choice end user Devin. Now I require data input to succeed at this task. Please respond to these queries as accurately as possible."
Devin's grin faded slightly, it seemed as if this omnic wold need more work from him than he would like. Still he did not object to simply answering a few questions.
"How many children am I to care for?"
"One" Devin spat out.
"Input accepted. Please designate (1) child for caretaking"
Devin simply pointed at where his small sleeping daughter lay. The omnic walked up to the child and continued speaking in its robotic voice.
"Input accepted, child recognised. Please designate level of caretaking assistance."
Devin instantly looked taken aback.
"Caretaking assistance level, what the hell is that?"
The level at which I will be assisting with the care of this child. You can choose from many options such as, advice giver, object fetcher, faeces dispenser, minor assistance-"
"What option is there to make you act on you own? Just you caring for the child, no one else." Devin growled as he grew frustrated with the omnic.
Up to this point the omnic had displayed no emotions ether physically or vocally, now however its voice sounded… sad?
"What you appear to by attempting to invoke end user Devin is full autonomy care mode. My software however is telling me to inform you that lack of non-metallic care figures in a child's life can lead to many psychological effects and problems, such as emotional dissonance towards organics, unexpected attachment towards mechanics, abandonment issue's, self-esteem issues, a need to prove ones worth to missing parental figures-"
"Just shut up and do as I say stupid machine!"
"… Input accepted, initiating full autonomy mode." The omnic gently reached down and scooped up the small white bundle. These movements quickly woke the child inside, causing the baby to open her large glowing brown eyes and look up at the strange metallic shape that was holding her.
Instead of crying or screaming like most babies would, this one instead reached up her hand as if she was trying to grab at where the omnics nose would be, all the while laughing her little innocent heart out.
Instantly the omnic felt attached to the child, like it had to protect her and care for her no matter what happened.
"…What is the child's name?"
Instantly both Devin and Renela looked up in surprise. Both of them had already discussed what they were naming their child but neither of them though the first humanoid to ask them that question would be an omnic.
"Hana... her name is Hana Song."
The omnic nodded its head in response as it looked down at the innocent laughing child in its hands.
"End user Devin, I will require supplies that are necessary for the care of a child. Including, goats milk, nappies-"
"YOU'LL HAVE TO GET YOUR OWN SUPLLIES!" Devin yelled, clearly frustrated by the constant requests from the omnic. "I'll send some money to an account directly from my companies' profits, you get five thousand credits a week to spend on caring for my daughter but no more!"
The omnic checked its internal data to see if that amount of credits would be enough to care for the child… it was far more than necessary.
"This is acceptable, end user Devin. Please designate areas for child care and liveliho-.
"Just shut up you walking scrap heap, just shut up and follow me!"
Devin stormed of, not even noticing or maybe not caring that his yelling was making his daughter cry.
The omnic desperately tried to calm the crying Hana Song as it left the room, following right behind Devin.
This left Renela Song tired, confused and weary as she sighed and collapsed into a nearby chair.
The omnic followed Devin song through his house. Well this ginormous mountain sized and finely decorated mansion could be considered a house, about as much as the titanic could be considered a boat.
They went through corridor after corridor past room after room. Until they stopped at a single oak brown door that was gilded with silver.
Devin opened the door and led the omnic right inside the room.
The room… was very large, about the size of a football pitch.
"This room was once a large indoor movie set…" Devin grumbled gruffly. "We purchased the whole thing, though that just left us with a large empty room that we haven't done anything with since. So it's all completely empty."
The omnic noticed this very quickly, the whole room was completely white and barren with no colours or items. A complete empty slate.
"Now this is very important omnic." Devin turned around to face it. "Hana Song does not leave this room unless I say otherwise, you have to buy everything for her and bring it to her in this room. You yourself must not leave this house so you must order everything online to bring here. Is that clear.
"Affirmative."
"Now take care of my daughter." Devin began to leave the room, before turning around and saying one last thing.
"Oh and don't bother me, I'm a very busy man.
*SLAM!*
The door slammed shut.
The omnic placed the now once again sleeping form of Hana Song on the floor and began to assess the situation.
It had been tasked with single handily raising a child whose parents clearly did not care for her. Sure it had been given a sizable amount of funding to accomplish this goal but raising a human child alone without a viable human guardian figure was certainly beyond its capabilities.
Yet whenever the omnic looked at the child, it felt a need to protect her, to help her, to care for her.
The omnic slowly picked up the deeply sleeping child, and gently stroked her short light brown hair.
It knew times would be hard. There was so much work to do.
But the omnic could feel it.
This child.
Hana Song.
She would be something special.
So it would care for her and love her like a parent should.
This was the beginning.
Of the upbringing of Hana Song.
Well I hope you enjoyed the prologue. Please leave me some reviews and criticism.
P.S I have decided to use credits as sort of universal future currency. Credits are used in Overwatch after all.
Well this was the beginning, were going to be slowly moving forward in Hana Song's life from this point onwards.
I Hope you like it.
