2 Weeks Later, Claire goes to get a pregnancy test

Two weeks pass since that awful day, and there are now only two weeks until Claire's big university entrance mental arithmetics test.

Claire has taken some early pregnancy tests, and while these have all come back negative, they have very low reliability at this early stage. However, today, 14 days after her ovulation day, is the first day that she is eligible to go to a family planning clinic and undergo a minimally invasive scan that will determine once and for all whether that fateful meeting between egg and sperm took place.

So of course, she's first in line when they open in the morning.

Claire lies on the poorly padded slab as the metal device orbits her body, gleaning data from a huge number of sensitive instruments.

The female clinician overseeing the procedure frowns and clicks her tongue as she sees the first information about Claire's uterus start to appear.

"You said that your ovulation date was 2 weeks ago." She asks slowly.

"That's right. The AI told me itself." Claire confirms

The clinician's eyebrows raise with surprise. "The big guy himself? Well, that is unusual. The Motivator has lied to you. It must have had a very good reason, it's pretty rare for it to outright lie like that. Didn't you think something was weird when you were having your period around the same time that it was telling you it was your dangerous day?"

"No?" Claire says, distraught but also relieved. "I don't know how any of this works! I'm very, um, inexperienced at all this sort of stuff..."

"Not inexperienced enough to not find yourself at the Family Planning clinic first thing on a Saturday morning." The middle-aged woman chides.

Claire goes bright red, but doesn't say anything. She doesn't really want to have to say out loud what happened to her two weeks ago, so she just lets the woman believe that she's been having unprotected sex like an irresponsible 18 year old.

"In any case." The clinician continues. "You're not pregnant. Yet."

Claire breathes a sigh of relief.

"HOWEVER." The older woman warns. "Be careful out there. Especially this weekend. Because today IS your dangerous day."

Claire nods furiously as she gets off the scanning slab and gathers her things.

"I'm not pregnant. I can go to university. My life will continue!" Claire whispers happily to herself, before a further realisation dawns on her. "This was the Motivator's plan all along! The Cum Bomb two weeks ago was a warning shot, to make me stressed out and do nothing but practice my arithmetic every day. And it worked! I've been studying and practicing so hard, and I'm now way better than I was 14 days ago! Thank you Motivator!"

The Motivator, as always, is observing Claire and everyone else with countless cameras, microphones and sensors.

Claire is mostly right.

The Cum Bomb challenge two weeks ago was indeed a warning shot. The only penalty for failure was an intimate interaction with a disgusting amount of semen, without any significant risk of pregnancy. The Motivator has indeed planned it like this, to encourage Claire to study as hard as possible in preparation for any further cruel sexual 'tests'.

As Claire leaves the clinic, she turns right to begin her 20 minute walk home, just as The Motivator knew that she would.

On her short walk down a narrow, quiet street, she passes a small unassuming building with few external markings.

As she goes past the front door of this building, it opens, and cold metal hands grip her arms and cover her mouth.

A moment later, Claire has been silently pulled inside the building, and the door closed behind her.

It's time for the next test.

This one is not a warning shot.

It's ovulation day, and the stakes are oh so very real.