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The RealScan process took anywhere between 75 and 90 minutes. It wasn’t just a skin. It was a full body analysis, stressing all of your potential and, unfortunately, all of your defects. Someone who had a proclivity to be overweight later in life would have those genetraits locked into their game bio. It impacted your character, shaped your core abilities, and even helped classify you in terms of grouping and job, if you were coming in clean–without a clan designation. Heck, even if you loaded with a clan, your starting ranking could be impacted by your genetics.
When PostFutures first announced the game it was met with all of the expected resistance. The biggest complaint was how much genetic information was being calculated and filed on their massive servers. But nobody cared. What could they do with that data anyhow? It wasn’t like some random corporation knowing his genetic information impacted his life anymore than his cell knowing where he was heading after work did. Besides, RealScan told you your potential, and the game itself gave you a chance to see yourself at that potential. What could be better than that?
The scan finished at 12:47 exactly. He saw clock outside of the booth, and exhaled with a long sigh. He was going to be late for work. He thought his scan might be on the short side, but it wasn’t and now he had to run.