There's something about Pharah...

that just makes you melt. Maybe it's her delicious brown complexion. Or that she's often depicted by artists as being pretty sculpted and toned under the armor. Or it's just the rocket pack and missile launcher. Whatever the reason, you fantasize about the mech-suited Egyptian mercenary often and have a decent trove of art and animation saved on your PC.

You load some up and unzip your pants when a thought occurs to you. You don't think in other voices than your own except when imagining something so this is very unexpected. the booming voice from that hallucination seems to speak from the back of your mind, "You don't need to do that yourself anymore, you know."

You shake your head, spit in your hand and get ready to stroke. And you know exactly what to say and do. Wait. You do?

Yes, you do.

Closing your eyes, focusing on the image of Pharah you've enshrined in your mind, you reach out into the void. Words you've never before heard and should not know. You find your quarry and pull the essence to the physical world, coalescing form upon it-her.

"Pharah reporting."

You open your eyes at the all too familiar voice clip. Only to see it wasn't a voice clip. Standing before you, full of life, not a polygon, but flesh and blood.

Holy shit! That all actually happened and you just brought a fictional person to life in front of you.

She looks at you expectantly, "How may I assist, master?"