Scans Novels & Stories

Uncompromisingly, this innuendo of unease had been at odds with feelings of fatigue and nausea that I brushed away as just an aggravation for weeks now. Eventually, Dr. Patel ushered us in; her tired times brighten on seeing us. While Eddie calmly went through the list of all my symptoms-and of course he did, because I couldn't seem to utter a single word-she took notes, asked questions and nodded through it all, all business. "We're going to run some tests," she said softly, smiling that reassuring smile. "Nothing too serious is expected. We'll know more once the results are back." I numbly nodded, twisting the edge of my sleeve.

I said, smiling. “So I need to scan your eye, Isabella,” Bryce declared. “Which eye do you want to scan?” “I guess it doesn’t really matter, but let’s do the left one,” I replied. “Can Zander be added on as well?” “We sure can,” Bryce responded. “I’ll use the same scans for Zander’s apartment as well.” Bryce quickly scanned both of our eyes. “I’ll go over all the details on the security features tomorrow. We’re not hooking everything up until then.”

**<< Could be key… Antidote research… Reverse engineering… Need its genetic profile… Without it… fighting blind… >>** The burden of the vial grew heavier. Destroying it eliminated one weapon but sacrificed potential salvation. Keeping it made them a target and risked it falling back into enemy hands. Before they could debate, Winters stiffened. He pulled a compact scanner from his pack – different from the thermal imager. It emitted a low, urgent beep. His expression, usually impassive, tightened almost imperceptibly. **<< Signal trace. Short-range. Directional. >>** He moved swiftly to the clinic’s grimy window, peering out into the rain-lashed darkness. **<< Triangulating… source: perimete

“You understand those scans, right? Because they all look like static to me. Like—you know those old TV snow screens? That. But somehow worse.” Harlow grinned. “Yeah. Not my first rodeo.” “Oh good, great, perfect. When it prints out, can you, uh, draw a little gummy‑bear outline on it so I know which blob is the baby blob?” She snorted. Aiden didn’t even look up. “We are not drawing on the scan, Lukas.” “Why?” Lukas demanded like he’d been told Christmas was cancelled. “Because I can explain it to you as many times as you want when we get home,” Aiden said gently.

“Dr. Leopald?” “I see it, Dr. Meadows, keep scanning please, so I can get the full picture.” Dr. Meadows did as she was instructed. “Ok, I’ve seen all I need to, now I’m going to go to the TV screen and point out what the scan is showing us.” Dr. Leopald walked to the TV screen and with his pen he pointed to the screen, “There, you see that? Dr. Meadows please isolate that and name it A1.” “I see it.” I said as I nodded.

Hazel nodded but didn’t make a move to get on the table. The technician pushed forward. “It’ll only take fifteen minutes or so to complete the scan, and I will be right on the other side of the glass.” She held up a small button connected to a long wire. “You’ll be holding this in your hand, and if you start to panic, you can press it and we’ll stop and take you out.” “But then we’ll have to start again, right?” “I’m afraid so. Ready?” My jaw clenched, my hands forming fists on their own. I didn’t like this, and Hazel wasn’t moving. She laughed, the sound broken and wrong. “I’ll move any second now, promise.”

More serious-looking. "This is where we do the specialized scans," Dr. Kim explained, leading me to a room with a big machine that looked like a metal donut. "You'll lie down on this table, and the machine will move around you. It might make some noise, but it won't hurt at all." "Okay," I said, climbing onto the table. Dr. Kim was adjusting the machine when her pager went off. She looked at it and frowned.

Its scanner switched to warning yellow. "Identify," the drone's speaker ordered. Kael stepped forward, hunching his shoulders. He didn't look up. "Dust-Pipe maintenance. Unit 7-G." "Scanning for Bio-Signatures," the drone responded. The blue light swept over Kael. It hit his "Beacon" scar. In the Barrens, the scar had been silent, but in the heart of a high-tech city, the "Beacon" reacted to the ambient electricity. It began to pulse.

The air felt colder there. I laid back against the examination bed while she adjusted the machine beside me. A second later, cool gel pressed against my stomach. I inhaled sharply at the temperature. The scanner moved slowly across my skin. The monitor beside her flickered with shifting gray images I couldn’t fully understand. Then— A soft, steady sound filled the room. My fingers curled slightly against the edge of the bed before I could stop them. Then she glanced toward the monitor. “Everything looks stable.” I kept my eyes on the screen even after she wiped the gel away.

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.”