Snippet #2810258

There was a young, sharply dressed receptionist seated at the desk, tapping away at a flickering, soft holographic screen, manipulating icons, and entering in text.

She hardly looked up, the lights of the screen reflecting on a pair of glasses she was wearing, where additional information was displayed on a sort of heads up display.

"Yes, here you are. Dr. Mantrid is ready for you." She said, tapping at the screen, before she handed him a piece of paper, a simple medical disclosure, and a checklist to make sure he was current on all his vaccinations.

"Just sign the forms here... and here." She said, pointing to the paper.