Your genetics and neurological exam

You approach a friendly receptionist. On the surface, she appears unaltered, but when you get closer you can see her gleaming blue cybernetic eyes. There is no way of knowing what other enhancement she has.

"Welcome to the Mod Clinic. Do you have an appointment?" she greets you, her voice warm and soothing.

“Yeah,” you reply, “My name is Alex Smith. I’m here for my genetics and neurological exam.”

Thanks to the new eugenics laws, everyone must submit to a screening test. The results of the test will determine whether or not you are allowed to have kids, or if you will be sterilized. They also give you information as to the best mods for your body and brain. In theory, you don’t have to go along with the clinic’s recommendations, but everyone knows that you are happier if you do.

“Excellent! Please fill out the preliminary information on this tablet, and your assigned geneticist will see you shortly," she hands you a tablet.

You find an empty chair, the smooth contours of its surface inviting you to make yourself comfortable. The tablet in your hands feels cool and reassuringly weighty. With a few taps and swipes, you provide the necessary information, your name, age, and reason for your visit.

The minutes pass in a haze of anticipation as you complete the form.

Once you've finished entering your information, you return the tablet to the receptionist. She accepts it with a nod of approval, her gleaming cybernetic eyes focusing on you.

"Thank you, Alex. Someone will be with you shortly. Feel free to take a seat; you'll be called in as soon as he's ready for your assessment."

You acknowledge her with a grateful smile and head back to your chair. The room is filled with people from all walks of life, each with their unique enhancements and stories to tell. Some glance up from their own devices, sharing a moment of understanding with you.

It must be at least 10 minutes before your name is finally called.

“Alex Smith!”

You look up to see a young nurse waiting for you. 50 years ago, her outfit would have been described as a “sexy nurse costume” but these days it is normal for submissives to wear such clothing everyday. It’s healthier for them to be able to express their identity. Those heels have to be killing her feet though.

With a sense of anticipation coursing through you, you rise from the chair and go to her. She guides you through a door and down a pristine corridor, passing through doors that glide open, revealing well-lit rooms and strange equipment. The scent of antiseptic hangs lightly in the air, a reminder that, despite the marvels of nanotech and body modifications, the fundamentals of healthcare remain.

On the way down the hall, the nurse has you stand on a scale to get your weight before measuring your height “for the physical part of the exam.”

You hadn’t been aware there was a physical part.

Once inside a private examination room, the nurse steps inside and closes the door. “I’m afraid you’ll need to remove all your clothing before I can finish your physical. It gets in the way of the scanner.”