“So let’s discuss these shots.” Dr. Wilson said as she started to guide Sara over to her desk.”
“Oh, I promised Body Hottie he could be involved in his medical discussions,” Sara said
“Oh…how progressive of you. Well, then, Mr. Body Hottie.”
“Oh, you don’t need to call him Mr. Just Body Hottie is fine,” Sara said with a laugh over the idea of Jordan being a mister.
“Uh, my name is actually Jordan…” Jordan started to say.
“Yes, Mr…I mean Body Hottie. I do see in your vassal file here that Sara Reeves is your guardian and your registered preferred name is Body Hottie, and your legal name is Jordan “Body Hottie” Reeves.
“I’m sorry vassal file and Sara, you put all that down in writing?” Jordan said in a mixture of anger, shock, and embarrassment. The idea that Sara would put Body Hottie down on legal documents was outrageous. It was bad enough that he now had her last name.
“Yes, your vassal file. All of your medical records are kept under the master file. In your case, the master file is Sara’s medical file. This is the same for anyone with Smallara. Their medical records are kept under the guardian’s account. Your government files are housed the same way.” Dr. Wilson said explaining the process to Jordan in a teacher-like manner.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa What about my old files? So you all just took my medical records, social security number, and insurance information and just put them as a footnote underneath Sara’s?” Jordan said, a bit annoyed that this is how it was all handled.
“Don’t be silly, Body Hottie. You don’t have your own insurance policy. You would be under Sara’s policy. It has been this way for months. I thought you just caught Smallara.” Dr. Wilson said, looking over at Sara, confused as she thought this was common knowledge.
“Apparently, he was a non-believer. His ex-girlfriend and best friend work at my school. They said he didn’t believe Smallera was real. He thought it was a government conspiracy or hoax.”
“What!? I mean, I’m sorry that was unprofessional. Well, Body Hottie, it is very much real. I can assure you. Just so you understand how this works. As it sounds like Sara wants you involved in this. Your files aren’t a footnote. They are just owned by Sara’s file. On the master file, we have a section for Smallera survivors.” Dr. Wilson said.
“Great, so even my file is controlled by Sara’s file,” Jordan said to himself. “I guess as long as it has all my information like address, social, and history, it doesn’t matter,” Jordan said, just wanting this to be over.
“Of course, well, you would have the same address as the master file, so it doesn’t reinclude that, nor do you have a social security number anymore. You’re old medical files are, of course, available for reference, but we are basically starting fresh here.” Dr. Wilson said as she wrote a few things down into his file.
“What do you mean I don’t have a social security number,” Jordan said, trying his best to stay calm.
“Well, I assumed that was what you were here for, along with your shots. It’s a very minor process. We just embed a microchip into the back of your neck. As we are then able to just quickly run a scanner over those afflicted with Smallera to get your medical readings, identify who your guardian is, etc. You actually now have a unique code that, when unencrypted, would reveal your guardian’s name, which takes the place of your social security number. It is also stored on the chip.” Dr. Wilson explained this to both Sara and Jordan.
“Well, that makes sense, and he wouldn’t feel any pain?” Sara asked with concern as she looked over at Jordan.
“Oh no, nothing at all. It’s painless and just takes a minute. Otherwise, it is quite difficult to get readings for a pulse, blood pressure, etc., of those with Smallara. Plus it allows anyone to identify the legal guardian of anyone with Smallara.”
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