As soon as I stepped onto the marked spot, a grid of red lasers sprang to life, tracing precise, calculated lines across my body from head to toe.
The sensation wasn't painful, but it wasn't comfortable either, a subtle, static-like tingle crawled over my skin while they scanned and mapped every detail of me.
I couldn't help but wonder if it would give me cancer; something about it screamed radioactive.
[DING!]
[Host: System has detected an external scan from primitive technology. Do you want to temper the data?]
'Yeah, just give me a D rank. Not too high, not too low.'
[Affirmative]
(Physical parameters recorded,) a computerized voice announced.
(Subject: Ace Mercer. Height, weight, and body composition within normal range.)
The lasers shut off, leaving me standing alone inside the glass chamber.
For a few seconds, silence filled the room—then a terminal rose from the center of the floor, displaying two hand-shaped scanners.
