(01; [Sequence A])

(02; Hard cut to black with all audio cutting out, including the music hard cutting. After a few moments, large white text fades in alongside the subdued sounds of medical lab ambiance.)
	TEXT: "168 hours earlier"
	
(03; Fade in on an extremely close-up of the base of Mercy's cock, with a tape measure's 0cm pressed against the top by a finger. The camera slowly pulls back and pans down the length, until it finally terminates at the 28cm mark rolling around the tip of the cock, held in place by another finger.)
	MERCY (extremely satisfied and thrilled with the breakthrough): "Tolle!" ["Amazing!"]
	
(04; Close-up of Mercy sporting a broad grin as she lifts a finger to press against one of the doodads on her face. A gentle software blip is heard, and Mercy begins to speak into the air, as she records the monologue.)
	MERCY (clearly and confidently, so that the note can be easily transcribed later): "Day one hundred eighty seven, Doctor Ziegler's note:"
	
(05; A profile shot of Mercy standing in the middle of a medical lab, cock idly sitting erect and jutting out from her torn leggings. Her finger is still against her face doodad.)
	MERCY (clearly and confidently): "After nearly two months of iteration, the Fortpflanzung* Serum finally produces a phallus capable of erection. Further tests are--" *["Reproduction" / "breeding"]
	
	*MERCY is interrupted by the lights shutting off and the downward hum as machines spin off*
	
	MERCY (caught by surprise by the abrupt power outage): "Die holle?!" ["The hell?!"]
	
(06; A close-up of Sombra's fingers flying over a laptop keyboard, the glowing of her finger wires the only appreciably visible element in the dark.)
	SOMBRA (extremely amused with herself): "Un momento doctora." ["One moment doctor"]
	
	*SOMBRA stops typing to pull a finger away with a flourish, before emphatically pressing a key. Moments later, the lights flicker back on, and the whir of machines starting back up.*
	
(07; A close-up of Sombra grinning broadly, as she brings her hands up in a exploding maneuver and then wiggle her fingers in an imitation of sparkles.)
	SOMBRA (devilishly playful): "Como magia!" ["Like magic!"]
	
	MERCY (extremely unamused): "Was that REALLY necessary?"
	
(08; A waist-up wide shot of Sombra sitting back and lounging in a folding chair at a side-table propped up against the wall, a heavy-duty laptop and a multi-antenna router sitting atop the table. Mercy is standing a few feet away, facing her, hands on her hips, scowling.)
	SOMBRA (dismissively): "Hey, it's not my fault the moron who designed this fancy tower of yours decided to interface the entire electrical grid into your intranet."
	
(09; A close-up of Mercy's scowling.)
	SOMBRA (dismissively): "I told you when you hired me, I wasn't going to go easy on your cybersecurity. If I can find these weaknesses, any hacker who wanted to steal your shit could, too."
	
	MERCY (extremely unamused): "You could at least wait until I'm not in the middle of important research."
	
	SOMBRA (disparagingly, considering Mercy's take to be horseshit and not having it): "Pssh, 'important research.'"
	
(10; A close-up of Mercy's still-erect cock.)
	SOMBRA (disparagingly): "What kind of 'important research' involves giving yourself un chorizo monstruoso, huh? The world's most important pissing contest?" ["A monstrous sausage", "A giant penis"]
	
(11; Over-the-shoulder shot from behind Sombra, looking up at Mercy, hands still on her hips, cock still erect.)
	MERCY (annoyed, with notable disgust for using Sombra's verbage): "This... 'pissing contest' is vital to helping stabilize the demographic hemorrhage the Second Omnic Crisis left in its wake."
	
	MERCY (more introspectively, as a note more to herself than to Sombra): "Assuming, of course, its reproductive functions work..."
	
	SOMBRA (feigning interest / belief): "Uh-huh."
	
(12; Over-the-shoulder shot from behind Mercy, looking down at Sombra.)
	*SOMBRA emphatically puts her hands down on the table and stands up.*
	
	SOMBRA (melodramatically): "Well, while YOU jerk off for 'the good of humanity', I'M going to get lunch."
	
(13; Close-up of Mercy with a shocked expression on her face, as Sombra casually walks past her.)
	MERCY (offended at the blase phrasing of her work): "I don't 'jerk off'! My research is very--"
	
	*SOMBRA lifts a hand dismissively as she speaks without slowing down. Mercy turns her head to face her.*
	
	SOMBRA (devilishly playful): "Check the flash drive if you're looking for the good shit."
	
	*Mercy turns her head to look at the laptop. The camera swings around to focus on a flash drive plugged into the laptop. The camera lingers for a long moment as the sound of the door opening and closing for Sombra plays.*
	
(14; A quick montage of actions described below. Each of these is punctuated by a loud, relevant sound. Each action hangs for a hot second before switching.):
	- Mercy pulling the flash drive out of Sombra's computer.
	- Mercy grabbing a graduated cylinder off a counter.
	- A door closing.
	- A vertical cubby-hole door in a wall sliding down, with a large flat-screen television behind it.
	- The Sombra-logo flash drive being plugged into the television.
	- The head of a medical examination table being pneumatically lifted to a slight incline.
	- The 'play' button a remote control being pressed. The sound of porn immediately begins playing.
	
(15; [Sequence B])

(16; Eyelids heavy with boredom, hands at her side as she dutifully swallows, Mercy's throbbing finally comes to an end. After a moment of waiting, she relaxes her bend slightly and pulls her cock out of her mouth.)
	*MERCY exhales heavily*
	
	MERCY (worn out by the endeavor): "Scheiss."
	
(17; Mercy rolls over and sits up, her cock flopping flaccidly in the motion. She puts a finger to her head doodad and begins recording another audio log.)
	MERCY (clinically narrating into her recorder): "Doctor Ziegler's note: full reproductive system of the Fortpflanzung serum appears to be functional."
	
(18; A close-up as she narrates.)
	MERCY (clinically narrating): "Timings and volume require adjustment: ejaculation was achieved after..."
	
	*MERCY's head shifts to look up at a clock off-screen*
	
	MERCY (clinically narrating): "...approximately forty-three minutes of physical stimulation."
	
(19; A close-up of her wrist as she lifts and twists it. A holographic projection of a timer appears. Don't question when, where, and how this timer came to be. Just roll with it.)
	TIMER: "04:37:17"
	
	MERCY (clinically narrating): "The ejaculatory process took just over four and a half minutes..."
	
(20; A profile shot of Mercy sitting up on the examination table. A counter-top with the empty graduated cylinder is visible behind her, though the cylinder is currently out of focus. Mercy still has a finger on her head doodad.)
	MERCY (clinically narrating): "...however, the volume of ejaculate is..."
	
	*Camera shifts focus to the graduated cylinder.*
	
	MERCY (clinically narrating, though with a note of disappointment in herself for losing control): "unknown, due to a protocol mishap."
	
(21; Close-up of Mercy again as she continues to narrate.)
	MERCY (clinically narrating, still a bit disappointed): "Similarly, sperm samples have all been destroyed by--"
	
	*MERCY quickly lifts a fist to her mouth, and gives a small belch*
	
	MERCY (clinically narrating, disappointed; as if nothing unusual at all is happening): "--stomach acid, Entschuldigung." ["Excuse me."]
	
(22; Wide high-angle shot of Mercy sitting on the examination table as she narrates.)
	MERCY (clinically narrating, returning to her more objective tone): "Final conclusion: more fertility research required, field research strongly preferred."
	
	SOMBRA (playfully, off-screen): "'Field research,' huh?"
	
	*MERCY starts and quickly turns toward the door, out of sight*
	
(23; The doorway is open, with Sombra leaning in the doorframe, arms and ankles crossed, a wide smug grin on her expression.)
	SOMBRA (playfully, mischeviously): "Sounds like you need to get laid, puta. Get some pussy, comprendes?"
	
	*Camera hangs for a long moment on this shot*
	
(24; Hard cut to [Sequence C])

(25; Hard cut from black to Mercy standing and using a microscope in the medical lab.)
	*The sound of the door to the medical lab opening plays, followed shortly by Sombra's dialogue*
	
	*SOMBRA smacks her lips loudly as she eats a spoonful of ice-cream off-screen before speaking*
	
	SOMBRA (casually, as she walks in off-screen with a tub of ice-cream in tow): "How goes the nerd shit, doc?"
	
	MERCY (excitedly, while still intensely looking into the microscope): "Wunderbar!"
	
(26; Wide shot of Sombra standing behind Mercy, idly eating scoops of ice-cream out of the tub she has tucked under one arm.)
	*MERCY picks up a clipboard beside the microscope and looks at as she excitedly reports her findings*
	
	MERCY (excitedly): "My research suggests that the potency of serum-induced sperm is approaching four thousand percent!"
	
(27; A close-up of Mercy grinning down at her clipboard. After a moment, her grin drops in sudden realization, as she lifts her head up and then looks off to one side, in thought.)
	MERCY (almost more to herself, as she reasons out the ramifications of her statement): "Meaning that signs of pregnancy should present themselves within hours of conception..."
	
	*SOMBRA smacks her lips again as she eats another spoonful of ice-cream off-screen*
	SOMBRA (nonplussed): "Hah. Signs of pregnancy. Like what?"
	
	*MERCY tilts her head in SOMBRA's direction slightly*
	
	MERCY (clinically): "Well, classically..."
	
(28; A waist-up shot of Sombra, casually eating her ice-cream.)
	MERCY (clinically): "fatigue, nausea, and cravings, just to name a few."
	
	*SOMBRA freezes solid as soon as MERCY says cravings, spoon halfway up to her mouth. Her pupils dilate in sudden anxiety, and her mouth hangs slightly agape.*
	
(29; A close-up of Sombra's frozen face.)
	*SOMBRA looks down at the ice-cream in her hand for a moment, before looking back at Mercy and swallowing a hard lump in her throat.*
	
	SOMBRA (mortified): "Cravings?"
	
(30; Cut to black. Credits.)