Adam.

The body inspector's office is shrouded in silence. The waiting room is full of women just like you, all looking anxiously at the floor and fidgeting with their feet. No one seems to know what a body inspection is, but the occasional muffled sobbing coming from the body inspector's office doesn't inspire hope.
The government recently made it mandatory for all women to undergo a certified physical examination or face a large fine. Why the government did this remains a complete mystery.
After three and a half hours of waiting, the receptionist grabs you and drags you into an office at the end of the hall. The room resembles a traditional office, with a computer and lots of filing cabinets. In the center of the room is a soft yellow slanted table. From the general appearance, this place could be mistaken for a regular doctor's office.
At the computer sits a man with brown hair, wearing a shirt and black pants. A small badge on his shirt says "Adam". Adam motions for you to lie down on the table, then takes out a tablet and a pen. Without looking in your direction, Adam speaks in a low monotone voice:
"Name. Age. Weight. Height."
He clicks his pen and pauses, clearly waiting to write down your answer. With a hint of impatience, Adam repeats in the same tone:
"Name. Age. Weight. Height. Now."