Indra Scans Novels & Stories

he turned towards Levi and Fynn, “this is Shaw, a personal friend of mine. A high-ranked Scanner, currently a vice-chief of diagnostics, and one of the best doctors in the hospital.” Scanners could, as their name implied, do 3D scans of people and objects, accurately finding issues, defects, foreign objects and substances, and everything else that can be revealed through a scan. They were highly valued in many different industries, thus, not many chose the hard life of a doctor. Shaw’s chest rumbled with a warm chuckle, “You are too generous with your praise. One of the youngest doctors, yes, but one of the best is a title I am still unworthy of carrying.”

“My weight?” “Not to lose it,” she clarified quickly, seeming to sense my anxiety. “To get you healthy. Your body is malnourished. That’s different from being overweight.” The distinction felt important, though I didn’t fully understand why. Dr. Chen pulled out what looked like a scanner—silver and glowing with faint blue light. “This might feel strange. It’s a magical resonance detector. I’m checking for… irregularities.” “What kind of irregularities?” I asked. She didn’t answer, just ran the scanner slowly over my body from head to toe. The blue light pulsed, then suddenly flared bright red over my chest.

It started to scan people as they walk up to it. "What's that for?" I asked confused about what was happening. "That's the scanner. It scans your DNA as a Caster and. . ." She raised up her hand and pointed at a purple device around her wrist that had a flat black circular glass on it. "They also scan your projector watches for your identity to tell whether you're wanted or not, and to tell what kind of Caster you are." "Next!" The guy called, and she walked over to it as it scanned her from top to bottom. Everything she said to me was a pile of confusion except the part about scanning me to be a Caster.

That could only happen if the kid were to go into medical emergency they weren't prepared for. All his preparations were not in vain. The cavalry indeed arrived in light feet. Not much backup in transit, just two cars. The first one carrying a thermal scanner with an infrared camera. Every breathy entity within the vicinity would glow red, green and yellow on their screens in the outline of their bodily shape. They read heat signatures in good twenty five metres vicinity. Any discrepancies in infrared energy between animate and inanimate objects would crash the scanner. They could hack it, but they'd give themselves away.

He leveled her eyes at the scanner and pressed the button to scan. FAILED TWO ATTEMPTS LEFT

As he was about to start the scan, Trey, who had been pacing back and forth behind him, suddenly halted and intervened, voicing his worry, "Is it safe to use the scanner on her? What if she's pregnant?" Dr. Mark nodded and replied. "If you think she's pregnant, then I'll adjust the scan to cover her head, chest, and limbs, which should be safe." Trey visibly relaxed and nodded in understanding. About an hour later, Dr. Mark completed his tasks and the nurse arrived with the lab results. After reviewing the results, he turned to the anxious Trey and said, "Sir, please can we discuss this in my office?"

The hum of energy brushing against him made the experience feel almost reverent, every detail of his form recorded and cataloged with exacting precision. As the rotation continued, a small panel on the side of the scanner opened. The technician moved swiftly and with practiced precision, inserting a tiny subdermal device into the back of his upper arm. “This is your standard ID and monitoring chip,” she explained. “It’s passive and non-intrusive. You won’t feel it once it settles, but it allows us to track your location in emergencies and monitor your vitals remotely for safety.”

Body Scanner Diagnosis. Along with Serena and Silas’s birthday celebration, they were featuring the new model of Vanguard, the AI body scanner. They created a compact walk-through scanner model capable of conducting rapid, non-invasive screening for basic physiological conditions. While not comprehensive, it delivered efficient preliminary diagnostics. During the after-party, Serena mumbled, “I don’t feel well. Maybe I should get scanned.” “Love, you are scaring me,” Nathaniel said, feeling her skin. “You do look pale,” Alice remarked. “You barely touched your food.”

I moved to block them, my claws starting to tip my fingers, but Elara placed a hand on my chest. "Let them, Julian," she said. She stood perfectly still as the lead enforcer raised the scanner. The machine began to hum, a low-pitched whine that vibrated in my teeth. Isabella leaned forward, her breath hitching, her smile widening as the scanner passed over Elara’s neck. Beep. Beep. BEEEEEEEP. The machine turned a violent, flashing red. "There!" Isabella screamed, pointing a shaking finger. "It’s there! The sub-frequency is a perfect match for the Vane prototype!

I didn’t realise she’d been holding her breath. I pull out the diagnostic device Nathaniel gave me. Military-grade, designed for intelligence operations — it scans for duplication signatures, verifies whether data has been copied or transferred to external devices, and confirms whether the physical drive is the original or a clone. I plug it in, and the scan takes four minutes while Ember stands beside me with her arms crossed, tracking the progress bar with sharp, untrusting focus. She has been burned by half-measures before, and she refuses to look away until it finishes.