Scans Novels & Stories

"If you do not open your eyes and look at the lens, I will simply cut them out of your skull and scan them manually. It makes absolutely no difference to the software." The cold steel pressed harder against her skin, drawing a fresh drop of warm blood. Chloe's heart hammered frantically against her ribs. She was entirely out of options. She slowly opened her pale eyes, staring directly into the harsh blue scanning laser of the tablet. [Fingerprint mapping: 100 Percent Complete.] [Initiating Retinal Scan...] [Retinal mapping: 10 Percent... 30 Percent...] "Excellent," Marcus murmured, completely captivated by the glowing progress bar on his screen.

As if in qué, a bunch of 2D digital pictures appeared. "This is a scan of Veronica's lungs." Sera said touching one of the pictures on the table. Then touching another one she added. "And this is an X-ray of her thorax." She double tapped on them to enlarge them do that even the smaller details would be shown. The scan of her lungs showed two of her five lobes black and withered. Sera circled that part of the picture as the centre of attention.

“I am sorry, sir. Can you please come with me to my office? I would explain everything to you in full detail.” Just as they were talking, the nurse who had left with the handheld body scanner came back holding some files and films. Andrea motioned to her and said, “The scans are here, sir. I can explain this to you better with these” Maxwell nodded curtly and followed her.

he questioned me, his smile never faltering. “Yes. I have slept with no other.” I answered smoothly, did he take me for a whore? I would never lay with anyone but my mate. Stephen nodded, turning back towards the file as he spoke. “Good. I will send you for a scan later to ensure the tests were correct. But I assume they were as you seem to be getting larger.” I tilted my head to the side, unsure what he had meant. “What is a scan?” I asked. “A scan allows you and the doctor to see the child in your womb and hear it’s heartbeat. You have never heard of this?” he explained calmly, as though expecting my confusion.

He just watched me writhe in agony, then pulled a grimy little glass vial from his pocket. A handwritten label was stuck to it. "Miracle Cure." The liquid inside was murky and foul, looking even dirtier than the water from before.

Chen's head tilted. The specific tilt of someone listening to something no one else in the room could hear. "Dr. Chen," Nadia said. "Quiet." Not sharp. Concentrated. The scanner was in her hands before I tracked the movement. She ran it once, read the output, ran it again. The second reading produced the same expression as the first—not alarm, not yet. Something prior to alarm. The expression of a person whose data was telling them something their existing assumptions couldn't account for.

She has minutes. On the desk is a biometric scanner that has a retina and thumbprint access. She’s watched him use it a dozen times. Tonight, he’s made it easy. Carlos has left his contacts on the tray in the bathroom, unaware that Lina took a high-resolution photo of his iris days ago, masked as a playful selfie. She unfolds a slim tablet, clips a specialized lens over the scanner, and places the image of his eye over it. The scan chirps in acceptance. Next, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out the glass from earlier. They just shared wine—he’d laughed, kissed her neck, left fingerprints on the stem.

Jane’s eyes stayed closed, face soft in the fluorescent wash. “I’m starting the scan,” Kim said, softer now into the headset. “Stay very still.” The ring began its orbit. A chorus of beeps, clicks, gentle mechanical breaths. On the workstation, thin slices assembled into form: skull, sinuses, mandible; vertebrae like pale coins; lungs expanding in ghostly shades of grey. Kim leaned closer.

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.

"I will start the scan of the book to the Index." Susan announced and ran the command. The crystalline pyramids in the vertices shined for some seconds and shot beams of light to its neighbours, drawing with it the edges of the rectangular box that make the library room. In the system's monitor, a window appeared showing a progress bar, an elapsed time display, an estimated time left display and a counter of books scanned. The counter in the last one was growing by the second and could be read '154 books of 16248 books scanned'.