Hunters HQ, Harpuia's quarters
It was still strange -- or at least seemed strange -- for everything in Harpuia's life to be quiet, relatively predictable, and above all painless. Not that he didn't remember when that had been the case in his own world, but it felt so depressingly long ago.
For the time being, he was occupying himself with absorbing as much information as he could. The more he read, or watched, the more it seemed to push little bits and pieces back into place in his mind; and even if it was so simple as random bits of trivia or some terribly complex biological molecule, it was still important to him.
Knowledge first, and maybe memory would follow on its heels ...
At the immediate moment, Harpuia was sitting in the middle of his bed with a staggering array of datapads scattered around him, all loaded with zoological classifications and biochemistry texts.
Not the most exciting of material, but he was happy with it; and with no therapy session scheduled for later in the day, he was content to spend a few hours pouring over the texts and taking notes.
For the time being, he was occupying himself with absorbing as much information as he could. The more he read, or watched, the more it seemed to push little bits and pieces back into place in his mind; and even if it was so simple as random bits of trivia or some terribly complex biological molecule, it was still important to him.
Knowledge first, and maybe memory would follow on its heels ...
At the immediate moment, Harpuia was sitting in the middle of his bed with a staggering array of datapads scattered around him, all loaded with zoological classifications and biochemistry texts.
Not the most exciting of material, but he was happy with it; and with no therapy session scheduled for later in the day, he was content to spend a few hours pouring over the texts and taking notes.