[If you can gather up at least one of the Harpia, I think that we have sothing that will work. The virtual reality simulation isn't perfect at predicting the interaction of dications with various physiologies, but from what I can tell, human-developed dicines should work on the Harpia.] Nico inford Max a half hour later.
[I will go talk to them and see how they feel about testing a dication for mory. I'm sure that at so point in the past, there have been other attempts.] Max replied, then began to look up their addresses.
There was a short pause, and then Nico sent another ssage. [Possibly not. They are officially semi-sentient species from an advanced planet where they are the minority. According to the research team, they're loveable idiots, so it might not have occurred to anyone else that there could be a reason to change them. So planets basically keep them as pets but call it a live-in employnt contract, like with the sli maids, except the slis just refuse to leave.]
That made Max check over the employnt applications, and he found that the four were assisted in their applications for off-world work by the Black Market and that they had been left behind on a ship that had been sold.
The Harpia hadn't been inford that they were fired, so they just assud that they would keep working in the sa place, but the ship was being retrofitted for cargo, and the new owner found them all jobs on Absolution.
Max searched for their minds to see if they really were only semi-sentient. If they were, then no amount of mory dication would help much. But, he didn't think that was the case, as they functioned quite well in society other than their mory issues.
Sure enough, he found the four families all at ho in the sa building, getting ready for the parents to go to work for the night while the kids were playing video gas. Their thoughts were no more primitive than most, but Max noticed as he travelled that their train of thought had no branches. They just went with whatever they were thinking, and what they weren't still thinking of simply vanished from their minds.
Sotis they would be able to pull it back up, and almost certainly, if they had deed it to be quite important, but their mory just didn't want to keep all the little details. That was a common affliction for cha Pilots who had taken head injuries, and humans had developed a huge number of treatnt thods for it over the millennia.
Everything from dication to cybernetic implants that would help restore the lost function was possible if the brain couldn't be healed well enough to recover on its own.
Max arrived at the building and found his way to the sixth floor, where all four families stayed. It seed that the rooms were arranged for them by their boss, a black market arms dealer who ran the club they worked at, so he had just put them all in one spot so he could send soone to find them if they were late.
In fact, he was thinking about it now, as shift change was in an hour, and he wanted to remind soone to check on them since they were so of his highest earners.
[Boss Su, this is Commander Keres Max. I am visiting your employees at the mont, with an offer to help them with their mory issues using human technology. I will bring them to the club when we are finished.] Max inford the man with a text ssage.
[Understood, Commander. I don't know who told you, but it ans a lot to that you would go so far to look after your tenants. If you need more ti, let know, and I will give them ti off.]
Max didn't bother to ntion that this was for their good, not because their boss was a Black Market bigwig from a non-Alliance species who was intending to work on a trade deal to move human weapons through his connections.
Max knocked on the first door, and all four opened at once, with eight inquisitive heads looking out into the hallway. All eight spoke in rough unison, all with the sa conclusion.
"It's not work ti yet, is it? I thought we had more ti. We will finish up quickly."
"It's not work ti yet. I ca to ask you if you would like to try a human dication that should help you with your mory. Our species often suffer mory issues if our heads are injured, so we have developed a lot of treatnts over the years." Max inford them all as a group.
"dicine, like when we're sick? We're not sick, are we? Oh, we should see the clinic if we're sick. I put the location in the notes." One of the Harpia replied.
"No, not because you're sick, but to make your mory better. How do I put it, to make your lives easier, as a luxury, not because you're sick."
A small Harpia giggled in the background. "Humans are funny. They made luxury dicine for mories, instead of the little blue pills that the Giants take when their feenis don't work right."
The rest of the group, Max included, began to giggle at that, but after a mont, Max turned serious again. "How about it? Would you like to give it a try?"
The eight adults looked at each other, then nodded. "We can do it now if you have it or after work if we need more ti."
Max ntally checked the location of Nico and the dical Research Team and found that they were directly above him in the labs, less than two minutes away by transport pod, and luckily not halfway across the ship.
"We have ti before you go to work. Have you finished eating and fed the little ones?"
The Harpia all nodded. "Yep. We're just naked still. We always forget which outfits go to which days, and we always forget to put the labels that the boss gave us on them after we wash them."
One on Max's left shrugged. "It's not like it actually matters if we match the rest of the workers. The uniforms aren't that different. I told him to keep the accessories there for when we start our shift, but he didn't want to give up a private room to make an extra changing room."
"Alright, co with up to the dical research wing, and I will get you started."
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