Scans Novels & Stories

A complicated, brilliant, infuriatingly compassionate person who was systematically dismantling my carefully constructed understanding of myself. "You're staring," Eli said without looking up from his laptop during our Monday morning production review. "I'm not," I said, which was a lie. I was definitely staring. I'd been staring for approximately forty-five seconds while watching him make notes in a way that was completely focused and somehow magnetic. "You are," Eli said, finally looking at me. "Every time you think I'm not paying attention, you look at me like you're trying to figure out how I work." "I'm not," I said again, because I didn't know how to admit that I was actually trying to

“There. Knock yourself out.” “We’re looking for whoever ran a bio-scan this morning,” Mikan explained. CJ blinked. “A bio-scan? Here? In the capital?” He frowned deeply. “That’s useless tech in this city. Who would even try it?” Neither of them answered. Cain scrolled through the logs. “Nothing. The last registered scan was months ago from Daxen, on Marithia.” He slammed a fist lightly against the console. “Dammit.” CJ leaned over his shoulder. “That’s odd. I wonder what Daxen was scanning for.”

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.”

"Three posts on the camp perimeter. Standard spacing." "Gaps," Xander said. "Always gaps," Vance said. "Even good monitors have blind seconds between sweep cycles." They found the gaps. The supply pavilion was at the camp's center, heavily guarded in the specific way that things were guarded when the guards had been told something important was inside without necessarily being told what. Xander got close enough to use the handheld scanner Sarah had issued him — small, passive, reading molecular density rather than emitting anything that could be detected, the kind of equipment that worked by listening rather than asking.

I gasped when he said that, but how did you know about that. "Well, you see, although you and Emily are practically the same people, there is a slight difference between you to." He said, looking at me for the first time since I revealed the secret. "How will you know about that," I asked him the tears were flowing now, I'm crying for so many reasons. "Well, both you and Emily have the same green eyes. But with yours, there is a speck of grey around the pupil. But people see it as just the emerald color" he said. He was looking deep into my eyes.

"Just that it measures the bond between us. How strong it's running, whether it's been affected by the injury, that kind of thing. They said it's routine, given everything that's happened." I knew exactly what a bonding-strength scan involved. I'd read enough of the old ceremony texts, filed enough correspondence about pack medical procedures over the years, to understand precisely what that particular scan would reveal about my body the moment they ran it. It would show the pregnancy, I thought, dread pooling cold and heavy in my stomach. Immediately. There's no version of that scan that wouldn't reveal it. "When," I asked, my voice tighter than I wanted it to be. "End of the week," Rhys sa

The next three days were horrible. All of the teenagers had to get three kinds of scans, an MRI, a CT, and a PET scan. Because they are short on equipment, we all had to wait for a long time. Nancy and I tried to keep ourselves busy with the board games, but after one day we were already done with them.

Elena. “You’re back.” “I think so.” “Can you see us?” “Yes.” “Can you see yourself?” Silence. “No.” Jonathan came running with equipment. Elena immediately said: “Ask before scanning.” He stopped. “May I?” “External state only.” “No identity inference?” “No narrative indexing.” “Agreed.” He scanned the invisible region. The machine found mass. Body temperature. Heartbeat. Blood flow. Neural activity. Normal human physiology. Visual return: none.

Scar asked in a cold tone. “Oh you look horrible ,you look like you've been hit by a truck,are you fine” Cindy asked with mock concern. “I'm alive cut the chase,what brought you here” Scar asked. “Seriously I just came to check on my bestfriend who was absent from work” She said in exaggerated care,as her smile widened,as she blinked her eyes. “Go straight to the point” Scar said sternly, obviously annoyed at the whole act. “Oh,I came to give you this”

The scanner didn’t just hum; it shrieked. It was a high-frequency drill boring into my skull, vibrating the marrow of my jaw. Marcus Vane’s thumb went white against the trigger of the Argus unit. He didn’t look at me with corporate concern; he was a butcher gauging the depth of a hide. One Deep Scan—one burst of high-frequency light into my carotid—and the system would map the silver lattice lacing my veins. “The code, Damian,” Marcus hissed.