Paging Dr. Solus

[very_model_of]

Confirm, am a doctor. Remember running small clinic on Omega.

Don't recall any medical knowledge for use on humans, though. Confidence without skill dangerous, will have to rectify this.

[Later, Mordin's at the library pouring through books on medicine and human anatomy, all the while taking extensive notes. Also, occasionally humming a few bars of The Major-General's Song.]

Comments

[alittleblackmagic]

...Yeah, I'm gonna wait around for until a white mage gets here.

[very_model_of]

Certainly not going to attempt any kind of medical procedure based on reading a few books.

[alittleblackmagic]

Soooo....

Since you're not a human, what are you?

[very_model_of]

Salarian. Sentient, endothermic amphibian, native to planet Sur'Kesh.

[alittleblackmagic]

...Does that mean you're a monster?

[very_model_of]

[Oh right. Children.]

No. Still a person. Just a different shape.

[alittleblackmagic]

Of course you're a person! But you can be a monster, too! Like Danny! He's a ghost.

[very_model_of]

Then term you're searching for is "Space Alien", not monster.

[alittleblackmagic]

What's that?

[trustycrowbar]

I kind of suspected the case, when you figured out all that info on, uh, Tarens, I think. You recall actually treating any humans up there?

[very_model_of]

Turians.

Humans a minority on Omega. Population mainly Batarian and Vorcha.

[trustycrowbar]

Yeah, those.

Here's hoping it comes back to you soon. We can use your talent at the Labs.

...oh hey, by the way, I think I've got your replacement for the heat-sink in that pistol. I tried a form of population inversion on a high-temp superconductor. A little applied circulating voltage to get a gaussian magnetic flux going and you've got an enduring perfect heat sink!

[And it didn't even blow up after the third time...]

[very_model_of]

Ah! Most fortuitous. Hopefully unnecessary precaution, but appreciated all the same.

[trustycrowbar]

I'll have it over to you later this afternoon.

So, uh... what're Batarian and Vorcha like?

[very_model_of]

Violent, aggressive. Especially Vorcha.

No shortage of patients. Most caused by gang violence.

[trustycrowbar]

Sounds like a real rough part of town. No wonder your labcoat was armored.

[very_model_of]

Hmm, suppose it does. Also explains dangerous Omni-Tool programs.

[trustycrowbar]

Hey, a guy's gotta defend himself sometimes, right?

[very_model_of]

Yes yes! Self defense or social surgery.

[trustycrowbar]

Social... surgery? What d'you mean by that?

[very_model_of]

Two ways to help people. Treat symptoms: treat illness from malnutrition, injuries from gang violence, such and such. Treat disease: remove source of gang violence and wealth inequalities. Locate gang leaders and trouble makers.

Kill them.

[trustycrowbar]

...Wow. Really? [This catches the scientist completely off-guard. Mordin, a doctor and a vigilante?]

[...well, it's no stranger than a physicist monster-hunter, or whatever the hell he is. He grins a little at the irony, shaking his head.]

You're full of surprises, Mordin, you know that?

[very_model_of]

Surprising myself sometimes.

[nomen_est_numen]

"How about birds? The people at the laboratory were distressingly clueless about that. I'll admit I'm a little worried."

[very_model_of]

As much literature on bird anatomy and medicine as there is on Salarian anatomy and medicine.

[nomen_est_numen]

Ouch.

"Which is to say, 'none at all'?"

[very_model_of]

Sadly, yes.

[shineslightintodarkness]

'Their capability with technology is quite advance, but their common sense is'

Ah!

[Rudolph sets his pen down]

Good Afternoon.

[very_model_of]

[Still reading, Mordin waves vaguely in Rudolph's general direction.]

[shineslightintodarkness]

Anything you're looking for in particular?

[very_model_of]

Hm. Complete Human Anatomy Vol. 3, Circulation System.