Causal loop

Chapter 14

Widowmaker applied for a mission fighter from Talon, and flew to Overwatch's new headquarters at the fastest speed, but time didn't stop because he wanted to stop. After only a few minutes on the fighter, Tracer had already The blur was very serious, and it began to disappear and appear again and again. Widowmaker hugged her and felt that he was just holding a time accelerator.

"Tracer seems to be unable to hold on, and has already begun to disappear." Ana looked at Tracer's appearance, and sighed, "I don't know if Winston can do anything, if not—"

"There will be!"

Before Anna finished speaking, Widowmaker cut off what Anna wanted to say.

"Soon, hold on a little longer."

Widowmaker frowned slightly, listening to the sound of the plane driving at high speed outside the window, with Tracer's floating body in her arms, burning with anxiety.

The flying speed of the fighter plane is very fast, but it is not as fast as the speed at which Tracer disappeared. The black fighter plane just landed in front of the gate of Overwatch, and Tracer has disappeared from the time accelerator. The time accelerator should have bulged, but now because No physical support has deflated.

"Do not--!"

Widowmaker stared blankly at the lifeless rotten iron in her hand, and stood beside the fighter plane in a daze. Anna looked at the sad Widowmaker, without the arrogance of before, and she was the opposite of an ordinary adult woman. There will be emotions, and she doesn't know whether to feel happy or sad for her. She knows that Widowmaker will one day become the former Emily, but she never thought that such a situation would be too cruel.

"It's not true... how could it be like this..." Widowmaker held the time accelerator, her heart was about to go crazy with remorse, she had never looked directly at what kind of existence Tracer was in her heart, the kind that had been blocked. The feeling of dying seemed to start sprouting and growing in her heart again. She used to think that even if Tracer died, in fact, it would mean that there was one less person in the world to her, but how could she explain the soreness in her heart now? Sore feeling?

It's like the tearing feeling of someone directly digging out the heart with a knife.

"Go ahead, Emily, let's go find Winston." Anna lightly touched Widowmaker's shoulder and led her into Overwatch as a guide. After walking for a short while, Widowmaker staggered It's been a few steps.

As soon as he stepped into Overwatch, someone saw Widowmaker walking behind Anna. He might be a member who just came in. He didn't know who Widowmaker was, so he just pointed to Widowmaker with the people around him, and whispered After discussing, because Widowmaker's complexion is too special, someone has already recognized her.

"Emily?"

A former staff member had already recognized Widowmaker's true identity, but Widowmaker didn't seem to hear the other party's counter-question. When she was about to follow Anna into Winston's office, the staff member had already pulled out the gun and loaded the bullets. He agreed to Widowmaker, although the gesture still trembled slightly.

"Huh?" Widowmaker heard the familiar sound of guns and turned around to see this scene.

"Emily...is that you? You traitor! You still have the face to come back!"

The staff member asked loudly, and Anna also turned her head. She wanted to signal for the other party to put down the gun, but Widowmaker had already picked up her pistol and pointed it at the man's head.

"Stop it! Emily!"

"Get out before I have the intention to kill you!" Widowmaker said coldly in an extremely low voice.

"What does it look like? This is not a battlefield, put down the gun for me!"

Anna walked over and knocked out the guns of the two men at the same time. Anna said to the staff member: "Sorry, we have business to do. I will give the watchman an explanation later."

"Tsk." Widowmaker snorted coldly for the first time being pointed at with a gun.

"Come on, Winston's office is on the left."

Walking into the aisle, Anna saw Winston sitting on the stone steps watering a flower. He heard footsteps and didn't look back. He knew who was coming. The familiar footsteps came and went. Should have forgotten, but he knew that one day she would still come back.

"You're back, Emily." Winston raised his head slightly with the watering can and saw Widowmaker standing there a little awkwardly.

"Please, please... help, Winston." It's been a long time since Widowmaker has begged someone so humbly, and Widowmaker looked at him uncomfortably. She didn't know what to say, and she could avoid the current situation. Something caught Winston's attention, and Winston walked up the steps and into his office, Anna and Widowmaker followed him in.

Winston walked to the office, pushed his glasses, and saw Widowmaker's time accelerator on the table that was no longer emitting blue light. It was seriously damaged. Winston picked the circular core inside the time accelerator with his fingers. , which was supposed to turn, has now stopped.

"I saw you when you returned to the guard gate, and I knew why you came back." Winston left his seat, walked to the bookcase, and said while searching for books.

"..." Widowmaker didn't know how to answer, she wanted Tracer to get well soon, and then leave this ghostly place.

Winston took a book, then walked back to his seat, facing Anna and Widowmaker sitting at the desk, with Tracer’s time accelerator in front of him, this scene seemed to go back to the first time he developed This time instrument, the finished product is shown to Tracer to put it on, but the person sitting opposite should be Tracer, not Widowmaker.

"Tracer she..." Winston hesitated to speak.

"How is she?" Widowmaker's heart began to twitch, her fingers grabbed the edge of the table vigorously, she was so worried that she would lose control because of Winston's words in the next second.

"She's not coming back, Emily."

"You... what did you say?!"

Widowmaker stood up suddenly, propped her hands on the table, and looked at Winston across the table with her eyes wide open, with a look of disbelief on her face. She had always believed that Winston could fix Tracer, even if it couldn't be fully repaired, she could still maintain it. Tracer's form is, so what is the significance of her coming to watch this time?Widowmaker covered her face with her hands tremblingly, she began to hate the modification of her body by Talon, unable to express her due emotions.

"We're all very sad."

"Winston! Is there nothing you can do?" Widowmaker grabbed Winston's arm and said in a pleading tone, "Even if it's because of me, she is still a member of Overwatch."

Anna looked at the time accelerator that was no longer shining, and was very sad. If Winston had no choice, they could only accept Tracer's disappearance.

Winston thought for a moment in embarrassment, desperately looking for fragments in his memory, scratched his chin for a long time, and then said to Widowmaker:

"It's not that there is no way at all, I can maintain her specific form—"

"really?"

When Widowmaker heard these words, there was a gleam of brilliance in her originally gray eyes, but she heard the turning point in Winston's words, and the expression on her face didn't fluctuate much. She was still worried about waiting to hear news.

"But the original Tracer can never come back, and I can't recover her lost data."

"Amnesia?" Anna pointed out.

Winston nodded and pushed his glasses, opened the book he had just taken off the shelf on the table, turned to a page full of notes, pointed out a passage in English for Widowmaker and Anna, and said:

"The moment her time accelerator was destroyed, the blue light that flowed out of her body was all the things she had experienced. Her memory was converted into data and stored in her time accelerator, so that she could maintain a reasonable relationship with the time and space she was in. state. When her time accelerator is destroyed and her data is lost, if she is restored to her original state, she will have to start all over again."

After hearing what Winston said, Widowmaker remembered the blue streaks of light rising from her chest when Tracer was shot by herself in the forest. At that time, she couldn't understand what it was What an important thing, but by the time she understands it, it's already too late.

"Will she forget me?"

"Everyone will forget."

Hearing this, Widowmaker lowered her head silently, smiled self-deprecatingly, and suddenly relaxed.

"Yeah. Maybe that's the best news I've ever heard."

"Normal repairs take 3-4 days. If you talk to her during the repair, it may be able to evoke the residual memory in her time accelerator." Winston picked up the broken machine with one hand, and put it in a specially made machine. Then he left the desk with his other hand propped up, and walked to another side door of the office, where his laboratory was inside.

"I have arranged a room for you, I hope you will be more sensible when you stay here."

After Winston said this, he took the box and left. Anna propped her head and looked at Widowmaker who couldn't recover emotionally. She tapped the table and said with a smile:

"I didn't expect you to have warmth again."

"Are you laughing at me, old woman."

Widowmaker said expressionlessly that she didn't want to bother with this old antique anymore, and when she was about to leave with the gun leaning against the corner, she heard Anna's annoying chuckle.

Anna watched Widowmaker leave, and the corners of her mouth slowly disappeared. She opened the recorder in her arms, and she saw the girl spinning three-dimensionally in the recorder. She frowned, and she knew she should do it. What, it took too long, maybe she should leave earlier and go look for her.

As Widowmaker left Talon headquarters, Reaper was about to pay a visit.

In New Mexico, the United States, known as the Sunshine State, deserts and cacti are unique geographical marks here. Even in deserts, there are many oases where people live there, and one after another small towns exist next to the oasis. Here and modern The city is different. It still retains relatively primitive facilities. Everything is barren and mysterious. What comes with the breeze is the smell of desert drought.

"How did that guy stay here for so long..."

Reaper wiped the sweat from his forehead. After walking for a long time, he finally saw the oasis. He hoped that there would be no mirage. Reaper teleported to the entrance of the oasis. There were several jeeps parked there. After seeing the sign on it, it was confirmed. After this oasis, Reaper shook the sand off his cloak, and stepped inside.

This oasis is quite big, with a gas station and a residential area. After walking around from memory, he stopped at the entrance of a bar.

The bar looks very old, the iron door by the door has turned dark yellow, half of the plaque has fallen off, and no one has repaired it, but there is the sound of a fan turning slightly inside, so it can be known that there are still people inside, Death thought After a while, he went in.

"What does this guest want?"

When he just walked in, a bartender standing at the door of the store wiped his glass and asked him. The bartender was very neatly dressed, and the facilities inside were kept quite new. Maybe the store door was damaged by wind and sand. become so old.

The Grim Reaper ignored the man's question, and searched the store for possible people with his own eyes. Just when he thought he couldn't find it, he finally saw the man wearing a straw hat lying on the table and taking a nap in the morning. Two empty wine bottles had already been placed, and another wine bottle rolled to the ground. Death walked over and knocked the opponent's head with his hand.

"Well……?"

The sleepy man raised his head to look at the god of death, then stretched his waist, rubbed his eyes, and managed to see the face of the god of death clearly.

"Long time no see, McCree."

"Didn't we just meet?"

McCree raised the corners of his mouth and gave a smirk.

"I don't remember when I met you, you unfilial person."

"I'm very sorry for you to say that. Although I have left Shadow, I will respectfully call you master when I meet you."

This sentence angered the god of death. The god of death suddenly grabbed McCree's collar with his claws, and suddenly lifted him up. Let go of him.

"In that little fight in the bar, I saw all your ugliness."

"How did you know?"

Reaper recalled it again, he didn't remember that he saw McCree in the bar before, maybe someone leaked the news, McCree might be testing himself.

"Don't think about it, I shot you in the back and saved you from those idiots."

"Are you claiming credit from me?"

Reaper suddenly remembered the black figure he saw after he successfully escaped that time, but he didn't expect it to be this bastard.

"Don't dare, dare not, how dare I." McCree smiled and took out a cigarette from his pocket, and gave it to the god of death, "Smoke a cigarette, and you will go to the Three Treasures Hall if you have nothing to do. I know you will come to me today. It's something to ask for."

Widowmaker's life in Watchman was not easy, she was surrounded by strange eyes from others, and sometimes she would hear others talking about her in a low voice, and when she heard these words, she was forced to climb up Watchman with her claws. But this place still can't let her stay for too long, there will always be robots patrolling, as long as she is caught, she will be in trouble again, for this place, she really doesn't like it at all, she still likes it Love Talon's freedom.

But if it wasn't for Tracer, she wouldn't be back here.

Sitting on the roof, with the breeze blowing gently, Widowmaker leaned on the guardrail, swaying her feet and looking at the watch headquarters that still had lights in the dark. She was waiting for news from Winston. Speaking of which, it would be good if Tracer would forget herself Bar?After all, the former self didn't give her a good impression at all, and she did all kinds of evil, so she hated herself for a long time.

Widowmaker picked up a strand of her hair and curled it around her fingers to play with. While she was still lost in her own thoughts, her communicator rang. Widowmaker opened it and saw that it was a text message from Winston, meaning Simple and clear, she wanted her to come to the office, Widowmaker shrugged, put the communicator back into her pocket, tightened the claws, and jumped down from the watch building on the seventeenth floor, she heard the rapid wind coming from The sound that blew in her ear.

If Tracer is fine, she should leave here now, no matter Tracer's amnesia or whatever, it's actually none of her business, maybe it's time for her to leave the other party's life.

"Tat-tat--"

The sound of high-heeled shoes echoed in the corridor. Widowmaker walked to Winston's office and looked at the closed door. Even though she had thought about so many things just now, she was still a little nervous when the time came. Holding the door of Winston's office, he took a deep breath, slowly turned the handle, and gently pushed the door open.

"Emily, are you here?" Winston in a white coat was arranging the documents on the table. From the corner of his eye, he saw Widowmaker walk into his office and asked politely. Widowmaker looked around the entire office and said Missing Tracer, she turned her gaze to Winston.

"How is she? Where is she?"

"Don't worry, she's already woken up, and there's nothing serious about it." Winston looked at Widowmaker with a smile and said, "But what surprised me was that she could remember me, so I showed her some photos, Some can still clearly remember what happened."

"That is, she doesn't have amnesia?" Widowmaker's voice was a little excited.

"I don't know either. Anyway, you should go in and have a look at her. Come with me."

Winston propped up the floor with his hands, turned and passed the entrance, and walked into a room made of glass. Widowmaker walked in, and saw Tracer sitting on the experimental table at a glance. Tracer was intact as before, which made Black Lily Lily was surprised, the time accelerator on Tracer's chest had been repaired, it was even newer than the previous one, the blue shimmer was swirling faintly, Tracer was wearing very loose clothes, a bit ill-fitting, with sleeves and trouser legs All drooping, she lowered her head and looked at the floor, as if she was thinking about something. The unexpected silence made her feel a little distressed.

Winston opened the glass door, and Tracer turned his head when he heard the sound, then suddenly jumped off the laboratory table and rushed towards Winston.

"Winston!"

"Ah! Tracer come down!"

"No! You look cute when you're big!"

Winston picked Tracer up, and then put her back on the experiment table. Widowmaker followed behind Winston. Tracer didn't seem to see her. Seeing Tracer's rejuvenation, she suddenly let go. She seems to remember Winston, but has she not forgotten herself?

"I'm alive and kicking now, just let me out, I've been here for a long time, it's so boring."

"Not yet Tracer, some of your parts still need to be maintained, so you can't go out so soon."

"Ok."

Tracer lowered his head in frustration, it seemed that he had to stay here for a long time. When Tracer bit his finger and looked around, he saw a shadow beside Winston's feet. Tracer walked a little to the side, I saw a pair of high heels, looked up, and saw a handsome girl standing there straight, with her hands crossed in front of her chest, her long purple-black hair reaching her waist, and a pair of golden eyes staring at herself.

At this time, Widowmaker also noticed that Tracer saw her, and when she opened her mouth to call the other party's name, she couldn't make a sound, as if a huge stone had been stuffed into her throat, she could only stare blankly at Tracer Get closer to yourself.

"Hello there!"

Tracer showed a big smile and said to Widowmaker, because the sleeves were too long, Tracer simply acted as if he was a ghost, and walked up to Widowmaker mischievously with his small sleeves, looking up at Widowmaker who was taller than him, The opponent's golden eyes reflected his own appearance.

"Lina..."

Widowmaker unconsciously called out that name softly, and Tracer laughed happily when he heard it.

"Nice to meet you, ma'am."

One sentence broke Widowmaker's heart. She looked at the other party with the same smile as before, but the other party's eyes had completely changed. She didn't seem to remember herself at all, did she?

"You really don't remember me?"

"Eh?"

Hearing these words, Tracer looked at Widowmaker suspiciously, his eyes couldn't deceive anyone, Widowmaker knew that Tracer didn't remember herself at all.

"Have we ever met? Sorry, I don't know."

"Do you know Anna?"

"Yes, she used to be Morrison's right-hand man."

Tracer answered truthfully, listening to the other party's words, it seemed that the other party even remembered who Morrison was, and hadn't forgotten it for so long, so why did he only forget himself?

"why--"

Widowmaker couldn't help asking, Winston shook his head when he saw this, and then took Widowmaker's hand, Widowmaker looked back at Winston, Winston motioned to her to let her come out, Hope she stops talking to Tracer about losing her memory.

Widowmaker standing at the door of the laboratory looked a little bad. Winston gave her a stack of papers, and Widowmaker flipped through them indifferently. She was in a bad mood now. She thought about saying that if Tracer couldn't remember her words , Forget it, she should leave the other party's life and can no longer appear in front of the other party, but when the truth came to her, it was not the same thing at all, looking at Tracer's pure smile, she Unable to let go, it was like a sharp knife cut open my heart, dripping with blood.

"Sorry, Emily, I have told you before that there may be such a result, I believe you are also prepared."

"..."

Widowmaker didn't answer, she lowered her head and silently flipped through the paper in her hand.

"Even if Tracer has a time accelerator, he is still a human being, and he will suffer from diseases such as selective amnesia."

"What do you mean?" Widowmaker stopped flipping through the documents.

"That is, she will choose to delete the deeds that are too painful for her, remember everyone, but forget you alone." Winston said lightly.

"She can't remember me anymore? Is it irrecoverable?"

When Widowmaker asked this sentence, her mood began to change a bit, and the paper she was holding was slightly clenched.

"I'm afraid not. It's a pity, because data is different from memory. If you don't have it, you don't have it. But memory exists in the human brain, and it can still be activated through some special stimuli." Winston sighed, "You should digest it carefully. I know it's hard."

After Winston finished speaking, he left. Widowmaker turned to look at the corridor inside the laboratory. It was so dark that it was lifeless, but there was still a little light in a space inside, and Widowmaker walked in gently.

She walked to the bright light and saw Tracer sitting on the table in front of the window through the glass, with one foot crossed and the other hanging down, she rested her head on her hands, with a slight smile on her lips Smiling, I don't know if she fell asleep, the moonlight outside shone through the window and the light from the accelerator on her chest was faint and rotating smoothly. This scene was quiet and ethereal.

"It's better to start over."