At least he was perceptive. Noticing where he pointed, Satya walked over to the boxes. She took out the contents and started to arrange them in front of herself. It was easier to do so than scatter around while plucking book after book from the box itself.
She wasn't going to say anything about his say or ask about his call. It wasn't her business. All she had to do was sort the books and put them away. That was her job now.
Hearing his question, Satya raised her head. How far? Oh, if only he knew.
"It's progressed far beyond what you can imagine. Where I come from, humans live with omnics. They are machines but with sentience. Some people dislike them, but for the most part we live... together. There has been war over them. The Omnic War. They wanted rights as humans, but many governments did not want to grant it to them.
"But that's not just it. Light can be bent into reality. I am one of the architects to Utopaea. Or was. My work was beautiful. They even called me 'Symmetra.'" While her tone was mostly straight to the point, there was something else there. Something lingered in her voice. Was it longing? Regret? It was hard to tell for her. She couldn't be sad to be away. She was doing Vishkar's work.
And just like that, she snapped from it. "I could show you my work sometime, if you would like."