Mary Sue finds Hexagonian healthcare house

Mary Sue Finds Hexagonian Healthcare House (Scenario 1)

March 23 2058. The political fallout from the Great Education Reform of 2033 has tied school funding to compliance with state policies that enforce abstinence-oriented health class over formal and comprehensive sex ed. The education system relies on family to teach a student about anything more cerebral than holding hands, so knowledge levels among the student base are inconsistent, depending on the ideology of their clan. In-school health education focuses on abstinence until coupling. Teachers are forcefully encouraged to stick to the curriculum, under threat of being banned from teaching and sent to Mars, where the colony of dissenters has been established.
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Since professional teachers are no longer teaching a well-rounded curriculum, the average level of awareness on reproductive health topics has decreased in the entire population. Primarium-age children exchange myths about what sex is actually like, and the current iteration involves special headgear. While reproductive healthcare providers are not illegal, the general level of stigma and dislike towards clinics and those that operate them leads to many people not taking advantage of the services they provide.
Mary Sue doesn’t know that the Reproductive Resources clinic down the street has resources she can use to be safe in her personal life. After the drastic curtailing of reproductive health education programs in public schools, Mary’s education on risque topics was largely relegated to conversations during commutes in the family hovercraft. Mary’s mother’s unalienable right to provide sexual education at home has resulted in her daughter having a rather incomplete view of the act of sex. In particular, it’s not a thing one does before coupling. It’s not for enjoyment, it’s what you do to make more humans. It’s something you save for your Future Partner. And if you do it, you’ll have a baby. There’s no way around it.
Mary’s mother learned this from her mother before her, who learned it from Mary’s great-grandmother. At some point, there were classes in Primarium that taught this stuff, but after the reforms, the president decided it was best that parents taught their children themselves. After all, parents are usually experts on such things.
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Besides, times are tough, and her family can’t afford to pay 6000$ a month for the cheapest health insurance available on the SchumerCare Marketplace, so Mary Sue hasn’t actually seen a Health Scientist since her initial school-registration checkup. All things considered, it might just be easier to remain untouched. Until she meets the right partner, and until the Fed delivers next year’s Fertility Allotment, finally deeming the ozone layer and the Oxygen Retainment Mesh ready to take on another couple of thousand impregnations in this state. Despite having taken her Medium Education Examination Procedure several years ago, she is not aware that, when the staff can gain access through the opinionated individuals who gather outside daily, the Reproductive Resources clinic on her block provides many services that do not involve impregnation termination. Some of these measures, she was not taught, can even render the more drastic procedures unnecessary. So when Mary Sue wakes up one morning with uncomfortable symptoms in the pelvic area, she immediately turns to the primary health educator in her life.
“Mother? I haven’t even talked to a male in several moons, but my special area is feeling odd…”Her mother is gravely disappointed. She takes the time to compassionately interview her daughter about her symptoms, before deciding that Mary must have given into her urges as a grown woman and, indeed, made Mary’s mother a grandmother.
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After the conversation they have, Mary is sad and confused. She’s not sure why her mother told her she’d pray for her, since her family is made up of fervent atheists, except for one agnostic cousin (he’s confused). She doesn’t know why her mother would disbelieve her, so she goes on a walk to clear her head. As she passes the Clinic (she thinks it’s a store that sells reproductions of expensive art), she notices that the normally crowded parking lot is unusually empty. Out of curiosity, she wanders in.
Mary is greeted by a surprisingly clean lobby, overlooked by an imposing hexagon hanging above a small reception desk. Religious iconography normally makes Mary uncomfortable, so she turns to leave, but a wave of pain in her Private Area makes her gasp. She’s greeted quickly by a pleasant old lady, who notes the beauty of the day that HexaGod has given them while ushering her to a comfortable chair in the waiting area.
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The old lady conjures a clipboard seemingly out of thin air, and begins to ask Mary about her symptoms. She is skeptical at first, but the receptionist’s kind demeanor does wonders, and Mary finds herself opening up about the strange and sometimes painful sensations she has been experiencing.
A half hour later, she’s speaking with an informed and polite health scientist, who explains that Mary’s symptoms point to something called a Yurinary Trakt Infection, which doesn’t have anything to do with males. Indeed, these conditions are common, if unpleasant, and can be solved with application of garden variety antibiotics. Mary thinks about asking her doctor about the small hexagon necklace around her neck, but thinks better of it when the consultation ends without even a mention of prayer. Maybe these Hexagonians aren’t so bad. Somebody should tell the protesters that usually congregate outside.
One thing worries Mary, as she prepares to leave: her uninsured status has led her to avoid doctors for years, since usually these visits can result in crippling medical debt. When she mentions her concerns to the surprisingly pleasant devout doctor, she smiles gently and informs Mary that this Reproductive Resource clinic was built in this neighborhood specifically to help people like her. It turns out that very few families can afford to be insured, ever since the motion to pass Healthcare For All was defeated and Senator Sanders was denounced as a terrorist and exiled to the new Mars colony. The RR clinic is there to help people, regardless of their religious affiliation. However, their status as a Hexagonian organization (and their commitment to being closed on Tuesdays) has led to a terrible reputation and deep mistrust among the non-religious community, resulting in the usual accumulation of angry protesters outside. Her concerns assuaged, Mary is sent home, with a prescription for antibiotics and several over-the-counter painkillers.
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Outside, she sighs and sits down on the conveyer-belt sidewalk, allowing it to carry her home. It had been a long day, but Mary Sue was starting to feel a little better.
“Mother is going to be piiiiiiiiiissed....”

Candice And The Highly Helpful Health Class (Scenario 2)

In the city of Acworth Georgia, things weren’t always as progressive as they are now. Ever since Georgia flipped and became blue, there has been a gradual spread of blue from Atlanta to the outlying counties. This has resulted in more community programs that help offer assistance with finances, food insecurity, housing assistance, access to affordable healthcare, and support for all people of all ages to have access to sanitary and anonymous sexual health clinics and counselling. Even though there was a lot of pushback throughout the following years, many conservative citizens found that they really enjoyed the new reforms and social programs. There are more clinics in town than fast food restaurants, lawmakers have made it so that even people without transportation are within walking distance to all clinics. Clinics are now required to be near high schools so that students can take the time to get a checkup if they need to.

Most of the public transportation routes have at least one stop within a block of a clinic. The city has allocated funds to make sure there are notices and information that are seen by mostly everyone. Candice is awoken by her family’s personal robotic assistant, it greets her with her daily schedule and the weather she will encounter for the day. The assistant assembles an outfit that will suit her day and informs her that her bus is approximately 23 minutes away. Candice heads down to the kitchen and gets herself an orange from her mother’s hydroponic garden and grabs a protein shake from the fridge. She asks the assistant to go over the top news stories as she peels her orange. “Today’s top news stories include: The city of Acworth is pushing for greener communities, buildings will be provided with solar panels to place on the top of the buildings to try to become more self-sustaining.

In addition to the solar panels, buildings with 3 or more floors are encouraged to plant trees and shrubs in planters on the side of buildings to reduce greenhouse gasses and provide shade so that buildings don't have to waste so much electricity on cooling.” –BZZT– “Candice, your bus is 3 minutes away, let's get outside.”Candice is escorted out of her house by her assistant, it is a beautiful sunny day and the weather is perfect. Ever since the Green Deal that was passed in the country, she has seen the climate repair itself rather quickly. This could be due to the climate controlling nano-bots that were launched into the atmosphere that's sole purpose is to consume carbon and transform it into pure oxygen.

Candice is snapped out of her little day dream by the sound of her friend Malone shouting out from the window of the bus. She boards the bus and sits down next to Malone as the voice on the intercom informs everyone to take a seat. “The buses feel a bit different now that no one drives them, it makes it feel like we are being taken to prison.” Malone says solemnly.“We are only going to school.” Candice says with a stifled laugh. “Pretty much the same thing though.”Malone laughs and pulls up his watch and starts browsing the internet. “So, excited about graduation next week?”“I guess so, ever since I've turned 18 my life has been just a blur. With all of the college admissions and mandatory physicals needed for them I feel like I've been mentally graduated since April.” “One of the bummers of an early spring birthday. At least we are almost done, you can have a nice relaxing summer off before you go across the country to become a big fancy doctor” Malone says in a mocking tone as he nudges Candice with his elbow.“Right…” Candice replies as the bus pulls into the school.As she gets off of the bus and starts to head to class, she starts to think about her classes for the day.

She is looking forward to her health class, she always has fun in that class and she knows that the end of the semester they usually talk about sex and how to stay healthy and safe. Since she is going off into the real world in just a few months, she will be taking this opportunity to ask as many questions as she can. She gets to her class and takes her seat and waits for the class to begin. After a few minutes, the teacher pulls up their tablet and swipes what is on that screen onto the screen in front of the class. What Candice sees is just a big “Sexual Health Q&A,” this is exactly what she wanted to see. The teacher explains that this is just a Q&A session and any and all questions relating to sexual health will be answered. Several students started raising their hand and asking questions about pregnancy myths, STD symptoms and preventions, etc. Most of these questions were answered and then followed up with resources and information about the multiple clinics that the city has. Candice then raises her hand and starts asking her questions about sex and what to do and how to stay healthy and this goes on throughout the class until the bell rings to signifies class change.

Joe and Karen's Sexless Relationship (Scenario 3)

After having comprehensive sex education covered in their state-approved high school health classes, most students have a good level of knowledge about their bodies and safe sex procedures. As students are more educated, they are more comfortable with relationships and the physical things that go on in relationships. Because of this level of knowledge, most are baffled by how inaccessible reproductive health clinics are, after Roe vs. Wade was struck down and Planned Parenthood defunded in 2028. As resources become less and less accessible, young people become more mistrustful of contraceptive measures like condoms and birth control, largely because reproductive health clinics aren’t around to provide them and, since abortions are outlawed, the consequences of an error in contraception are severe and lasting. After all, who wants to become a criminal just to avoid having a child they’re not ready for?
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Joe Biden (no relation), 26, has been dating his girlfriend Karen for three years. They are comfortable together and enjoy each other’s company. Neither has sought carnal knowledge of their partner, because they can’t afford to have a child right now. They are not unusual. Young people have a good knowledge base from Health class, and are aware of the risks that come from contraceptives failing. Most people desire sexual engagements, but not everyone wants children, and only the rich can afford to travel to California, which remains the only state where people can go to prevent an unwanted pregnancy from progressing.
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Joe and Karen are comfortable with kissing being the most physical romantic activity they can engage in, but they’ve heard sex is quite nice, and sometimes Joe wonders what it’s like to live in a country where an accidental pregnancy doesn’t mean a choice between an expensive journey across the country, becoming a criminal by seeking out an unauthorized healthcare provider, or providing a financially substandard life to a child that could be born at a better time.
Because Joe and Karen are not an unusual couple, the fertility rate of the USA has been steadily trending downwards for 8 years. Government studies have revealed that if this trend continues, the replacement birth rate will not be reached, resulting in a decrease in the population as financially provided for people age out of their fertile years. Those young people who want to and can afford to have a child are doing so, but it’s not enough to replace those who are dying in the resource wars abroad. Those who are not blessed with financial stability are simply not having any sex, turning instead to multiplayer virtual reality porn and really intense phone sex to fulfill their needs.
Ten years pass, and Joe and Karen are 36 and 38 respectively. Karen has a well-paying union job, which are now readily available due to the decline in population. Joe is a happy homemaker, and has taken up pottery.
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The population has continued to plummet because each generation born numbers below the replacement level, and as a result, the USA has ceded its place as a world leader to countries whose populations are reproducing at a stable rate. The US Wealth Gap has widened disturbingly, since only those rich enough to provide or too poor to care are reproducing. The middle class hardly exists anymore, since the booming interactive multiplayer virtual reality porn industry doesn’t actually produce any offspring.
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Ten more years go by, and the population problem has gotten severe enough that the federal government has intervened with an expensive and far-reaching pregnancy assistance program. While pregnancy termination services are still banned, the assistance offered by the Fed covers childcare, medical expenses, and general baby expenses for new parents who qualify, along with a paid parental leave. This infrastructure allowed people to become parents without compromising themselves financially. A provision even included those looking to adopt, creating some wiggle room in an overloaded system.

Amanda's Hyperloop Adventure (Scenario 4)

Amanda hates riding the hyperloop with all the poors.
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What must be done must be done, however, and Amanda needs to get to the Republic of California. Amanda missed her period two months ago and her boyfriend is nowhere to be found, the bastard. He does this a lot, whenever his Environmental Mesh Maintenance Scientist parents go out of town and he has no one to take care of him. Another trip to the Alps for verti-skiing, or another such excursion. These two-three month trips leave Amanda alone, which she doesn’t mind, except for when she is with child. Now Andrew is nowhere to be found, and she has to ride the hyperloop across the national border. Surrounded by all these filthy indigents.
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Ever since California seceded from what used to be called the United States, it became a haven for those who think themselves above established moral codes. A place where the hippies can smoke their reefer, where man’s right to guns is abridged for “safety reasons,” where they still teach about sexual relationships in schools instead of at home, and where, most importantly, they still allow pregnancy termination.
Amanda doesn’t pay attention to politics anymore, but that event caused enough of a hubbub to break into her luxurious bubble. The 2089 comprehensive ban on abortions stateside resulted in the advent of two thriving industries: -A thriving industry of relieving women of unintended pregnancies in the Republic of California, where the Sanctity of Life laws don’t reach.-the proliferation of well-organized amateur “bounty hunters”, who traded in their briefcases for bulletproof vests and zipties to bring in any potential violators, for the bounty offered to private citizens by the SoL enforcement office.
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And normally, Amanda wouldn’t be on public transportation. The Hyperloop, a relic of a bygone era, was built in the ‘50s as an example of modernized public transit, and remained to provide citizens without personal hovercrafts a way to get around. The thumming rails of the ‘loop bring the people from sea to shining sea, and rich and poor alike can travel to take care of their needs. Amanda had read about the days before the Transportation Rights act had passed and the Hyperloop was built, and they weren’t pretty. Her disdain for the bowed-headed commuters around her briefly gave way to a flash of pity as she considered what it must be like to be banned from reproductive healthcare at home, and unable to travel for it abroad.
And Ford knows the demand is there, because the transition of health education from classrooms to living rooms has caused a baby bump in the birth charts. Some families taught it well, some poorly, and some not at all, but as years passed the one undeniable fact was that unintended pregnancies were becoming very commonplace, and so the ‘loop stayed full.
Amanda’s reverie is broken by an intense gaze from a young man in a triangular green hat. His eyes above his mask are flinty, and his fingertips graze a small pouch on his belt. Amanda looks away, wondering why he looked familiar, and just then a flurry of movement occurs, the man moves, and she finds herself pressed against her bench seat, and her wrists held behind her as he fumbles for a ziptie. As Amanda gathers air to yell out for help, wondering why her fellow commuters aren’t doing anything, a holo-communicator on the kidnapper’s hip squawks, and he pauses to answer it.
“Potential violator apprehended! We’re bringing her home, gentlemen.”
Tears in her eyes, Amanda cries out: “It’s not me you want! It’s them! I’m Amanda Musk, great-granddaughter of the Great Innovator! Take them instead, we’re all going for the same thing!”
He takes a second to reply, and his tone is flippant, though his eyes are grim. “I know who you are, ma’am, and that’s why the enforcement office set your bounty at three times the going rate. I have my own people to take care of.”
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They’re exiting the stopped Hyperloop now before it continues on its journey.
He’s said enough, but he seems to want her to know. “I liked my old job, I liked teaching health class and I liked the benefits, but this job pays better. It’s nothing personal, I promise.”

Reproductive Health & Young adults