She has to think about somethings.

Tracer had evidently awoken just before sunrise, as the the TP’s awoke with the first rays of light touched the island. Most of them chatted happily and walked towards the water to, like Tracer, clean themselves. Others would continue to sit still for up to an hour, having some kind of sexual hangover.

One of the worst offenders was Symmetra. When she had finally gotten up, her legs had immediately given in. Johnathan and another guy had then laughed and helped her into the ocean.

After everybody was ashore again Tracer informed them of the help that should come in about 10 hours at that point.

“So, we have 10 more hours here?” Johnathan asked, rhetorically. “That’s great. So who here is ready for round two?” The answer was not a whole lot of them. Apparently even amongst the most outgoing of perverts the libido could still highly vary from person, to robot, to person.

Johnathan acknowledged the fact that the rest of the group probably wanted some peace and quiet so he and his followers went somewhere more private.

Something inside Tracer urged her to join them, which got her thinking. ‘That was me yesterday.’ She thought, ‘Not some crazed up version of me, but the everyday me.’

Which urged the question: Was it the modifications that had more lasting effect on her or did the modifications simply awoken something that had always been part of her?