Satya Viswani.

Before Vishkar's involvement, she was simply known as Satya Viswani, a young girl from the lower class of Hyderabad. The slums of India were her home, whether she liked it or not. Satya couldn't remember her feelings about it, but there were times when she thought back on those memories. There were times when her mind wasn't clouded with structural designs of her inventions, only to be replaced by her memories of 'home'.

She clearly remembered that, despite their situation, her mother encouraged her to walk the few miles to Hyderabad's local dance studio to learn the traditional dances that ran in their family traditions. Satya believed that her mother just wanted her daughter to dance so that she could escape their reality for a while. Whether her mother's reason or her own, Satya agreed.

 So, brushing through her long, black hair with her fingers and wearing her best dress (which was a faded out red dress that was her mother's favorite, but had given her prized possession to her only child for the sole purpose of dancing), and placing her feet into the worn-out sandals that she owned, Satya made the journey to the dance studio.

While some upper class girls mocked her poor status and dirty appearance, Satya ignored them and their expensive gowns as she was determined to take her mind off of the hardships that she carried on her shoulders. Over the course of her childhood, she was completely ignored by her dance instructors, even when they witnessed her graceful form as she moved her body parts in unison to the rhythm of their music. Perhaps it was the fact that she was poor or the fact that she was ugly, but it did not faze her after the first time. 

She realized that she could mimic the dances perfectly when no one was watching her. 

Something that she was very thankful for.

So, she continued dancing in the back of the room, even when no one cared to turn their head to watch a poor girl transform into an elegant performer. Satya didn't care; she was finally happy for the first time in her life.

Even while she danced, the reminder that she had to leave the clean dance studio, everyday, to walk the journey back to her collapsing household, pained her. There were times when she, purposely, walked slowly back home. It's not that she wanted to be greeted by her mother and her hard-working father that upset her; it was the fact that reality would also greet her when she came home.

She couldn't do anything about it, no matter how much she tried. Miracles didn't appear out of thin air in her experiences. So, with an unfazed expression, she continued her daily cycle. 

Yes, she didn't believe in miracles. That is, until Vishkar Corporation finally turned their gaze to her. The fact that someone had finally noticed her, filled Satya's small form with fear that she didn't know that she equipped. She didn't like it.

That's when she looked back to notice their art. The art of bending hard light into anything that they wanted. She remembered the day when Vishkar came to her village, which was affected the most after the Omnic Crisis, offering the locals better housing. She had just came back from her dance lessons when she noticed the sleek designs of tall buildings that appeared out of thin air before her. She looked up to see them reaching higher than the Jujube trees that barely produced any fruit. She looked at the ground, widening her eyes at the fact that she was walking on marble stone for the first time.

How could this be?

She looked around to see if anyone else questioned these strange appearances, but she only witnessed the bright smiles of her people; smiles she never thought they could produce.

Her mother had wrapped her arms around her, crying on her daughter's shoulder with joy.

"They helped us, little one. We have not been forgotten!"

Her mother's words pulled at Satya's heart as she wrapped her arms around her mother's back to comfort her. 

They had helped them? Vishkar had helped them?

She didn't realize the tears that began to stream her face, until her mother pleaded for her daughter to not cry. However, Satya realized that she couldn't stop.

When would she ever lay her eyes on such beautiful buildings that reached to the clouds above? When would her feet ever walk on marble stone? Never, she thought at the time. Not until Vishkar saved us.

In the end, Vishkar began to select a few of the children to come back with them to train in the art of hard light to improve not only their homeland, but to other places that needed their help. When a few Vishkar agents entered her home to speak with her, she grew embarrassed at the idea of being in front of officials having to witness her shameful attire. However, they simply smiled at her as they asked her a few questions.

"What is your name, young one?"

"S-Satya Viswani.", she stuttered lightly as she avoided their intense stares.

"What do you think about our work?"

She took a shaky breath as she clasped her hands together on her lap. How could she explain how she felt about them in a limited interview? She could praise them like she praised her gods, but she felt it wouldn't be enough. So much to say with only a little bit of time. But she had to try.

"It's perfect.", she replied after a short pause. From the corner of her eye, she could see that her mother and father were nervous too. She had to choose her words carefully to make herself feel worthy in Vishkar's eyes. Her parents were counting on her to be worthy.

"Would you kindly explain?"

She gripped her knees to stop them from shaking as she stared back at them. She was never a fan of staring people in the eye, but she needed to try. She needed them to see that she was willing to be perfect.

"Your technology, your goals, and everything that you are...it's giving us something that...I never had before."

"What might that be?"

She hesitated and looked down at her clenched knuckles. She didn't believe in them, but in just one day, they had given her something that she had prayed for since she was able to comprehend her hardships.

"A miracle.", she breathed out as she bit her bottom lip. She didn't dare to look up. Their stares were getting to her.

"That's true, Miss Viswani. The people that we've helped so far have said that our work is a miracle given by the gods. We thrive for a better world. We thrive to help people like you to move on from the past by building for the future generation."

Suddenly, a white gloved hand reached her gaze as she looked at it. Her eyes traveled up to the owner of one of the Vishkar agents as each agent smiled at her. Her bottom lip trembled and she bit down on it to stop it.

"How would you like to create miracles with us?"

Satya, surprised by the offer, bit her lip harder. Nonetheless, she nodded her head quickly as her parents began to pray silently, thanking their gods for rescuing their daughter.

She placed her shivering, dirty hand on top of the Vishkar agent's palm as he wrapped his fingers around hers. His smile never faded as she tried to smile back.

"Prepare to depart, Miss Viswani. Welcome to our reality."

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