Overengineered Harpy Nesting
Something that came out of a RP with someone, his species of Harpy was facing a population crisis after their eggs were often not viable, enter the gryphons to save their eggs! Gryphons in this story are the engineers, and problem solvers. In fact now they're starting to face overpopulation because the gryphons have saved too many eggs.
Apologies for the abrupt end... this is mainly intended to be a demo....
The gryphons were closely allied with the harpies, they acted as their engineering force. The gryphons were always able to manage projects both big and small and were contracted by the harpy governing bodies to do various things, weather that be large buildings, or in this case when this harpy colony was facing a population crisis, how to create an ideal environment for their eggs, to increase the viability of nesting for mated pairs. In time it became more and more common, and now it was almost unheard of to have a nest outside of a ‘nesting site’. These well secured buildings the Gryphons maintained were where mated pairs would be greeted and allowed time in private rooms to breed one-another, with the female typically being the one in charge and at times really giving the male a run of his money. After that, the gryphons would then coach the female on how to adjust her diet and lifestyle to ensure the egg was not put in undue harm’s way, sometimes this meant the female would remain in a controlled environment for a period of time until it came time for her to actually lay the egg, this was again done with the help of the gryphons in rooms that were kept at very precise climate controls, and very prescriptive amounts of time the female would spend with the egg, as they would have found that despite the shell being a barrier between them, the harpy in the egg would bond with the mother more strongly throughout life, than if it immediately went into the incubation chambers. Once that time had passed, the egg would be placed on a table where a machine would use a complex series of cameras, and lasers to measure the outside shape of the egg, and measure the thickness of the shell all around it’s surface… a series of pneumatic pops and hisses would be heard as the machine did it’s work, and the operator would input the parent’s information and the machine would in a flash of light apply a small code encoding of information on the shell of the egg. After these series of measurements, another machine with a cacophony of pneumatic pops, punches and moverments behind protective class formed an exactly sized cradle of various plastics and felts, and presented it to the gryphon operator, who after covering his or her talons with protective coverings, would place the egg within the cradle and into one of the incubation and handling chambers the computer system would assign to the egg. Walking through the room, it was completely awash with sound. The sound of climate control compressors dominated the room, the growl of the compressors keeping the insides of the NB50 egg chambers at exactly the ideal temperature and humidity. Once the gryphon arrived at the Nest Box he would place the egg inside, and the computer would start the handling process. At intervals that varied based on hereditary information from the parents, the size of egg and maturity level, the computer would apply various light colors and intensities to the egg, and with another whir and violent movement of various motors and actuators, rotate the egg as their mother would be apt to do on a regular basis. The motions of the machines were on polar ends of the spectrum, when moving into position the machine moved alarmingly fast, but handled the egg itself with slow, deliberate movements guided by camera, and laser, before moving off to another egg in the chamber to tend to it’s needs. There were teams of gryphons that would monitor all nesting boxes closely, and could made minor adjustments as needed, but the computer systems frequent scans and effectively constant monitoring of the eggs meant there was little to manually intervene on. The family liason would schedule time for the mother to come in and handle her egg herself and speak or sing to it, whatever she felt was appropriate. This was one part of the process that automation could not replicate.