Personal Narrative: The Scan

When the pregnant population exceeded a very high number, the scan was authorized. The Nano utilized for one lady was not ever acceptable, and yet, I stared at an override giving access for just that. One patient tested with the Nano. And the weirder thing, looking over the override, it was written in code. I merely deciphered it without even realizing, my gene giving me the ability. Now why would a higher-up need a Nano and then conceal the scan from rest of the medical community? I took out the possibility of a poisoned gene pool scenario. The Mother Country never would have taken the energy needed to run the scan for a bastard child with unwanted genes. Those babies were terminated along with the mother. Maybe a higher up? One of Zwingler’s …show more content…
“You talked to Jenna.” His eyes dropped to the floor. It was strange to view Fredrick all shameful and insecure. His hands combed through his hair.
“It’s hard. The matching is even hard for me and I at least ended up with my soul mate, but Jenna really feels awful about last night,” I said, hoping his mood would change.
“It’s not her,” he broke in. He gave a big sigh and grabbed his newly cut short hair into his fists. “Last night was the first time I was with a woman on Unite…” I almost laughed but Fredrick’s face showed anxiety and depression. “…Jenna was the first since Ella onboard.”
“Oh…” That dilemma never crossed my mind when talking with Jenna.
“I love Ella. My actions in Wickerton didn’t show it, but I’m an idiot. I thought trying to forget would somehow…I don’t know… make me forget her.” He laughed a little. “When I was with Jenna. If I closed my eyes, it was like I was with her. Ella. Everything around me felt so similar. It’s not Jenna, Evie. It’s Ella. I can’t let her go.”
“Tell Jenna this. She will understand.” Fredrick nodded at my …show more content…
I figured Mother Country would be watching our schedules, and I was concerned having him come down here would look too suspicious.”
“Hence the call to fix the broken desk latch. Very smart.” He turned to the record displayed on the screen. “You’re right. This wouldn’t be authorized for dissenters or persons of treason. Whoever is knocked up is someone big, but I have no idea who the patient is. The name and ID number is written in with nonsense.”
“I know,” I said tapping the patient record and getting an error message. I tapped a square box right below the ID number and used my carrier gene smartness to hack into the results. Maybe getting information about the baby would help us discover the patient’s name. “Just one second and I’ll be in,” I said in the middle of tapping and typing. I took a step back. “There. It should…and we are in!” The results page scrolled across the screen. My eyes skimmed the entire information. “The test occurred two weeks ago at one in the morning. Doctor Franklin Cantor signed the authorization override and performed the scan.” I trailed my finger to that