Test 3: The Sports Test
The third test was, as expected in paramilitary professions, the sports test.
It was necessarily preceded by a medical test as a guarantee that the candidate would not suffer a heart attack or the like,
because the distance was 10 kilometers within a maximum duration of 45 minutes for Prototypes.
25 minutes for Tritotypes.
As for Hectotypes, it was only 10 minutes due to their high statistics, including speed and endurance.
Helena noticed that 3 of the Futanaris were missing; the number which was 15 became 12. In the changing room, Helena felt nervous seeing their athletic figures while she only had a small, flabby belly.
She tied her hair back and wore her sports outfit, which tended to be masculine.
Her friend Logico was a Tritotype and felt nervous in turn, then said:
"I see that you are scared too... Did you not train either?"
"No, life's business is more important than a triviality that makes a person's life shorter, like sports."
"Just say you were masturbating. Then wait, Hectotypes are immortal. If you don't succeed, try again."
"Oops, I forgot. Yes, I am immortal... but wait, I can die of hunger, as I am unemployed."
"I am speaking seriously, did you prepare for the sports test?"
"I was serious, I did not prepare."
"Okay, follow me to the bathroom in a bit."
Logico stood up asking for the bathroom's location, and Helena followed her shortly after. Logico gave her a syringe, and Helena asked:
"What is this?"
"I think that is clear... it will make you run faster than a horse whose tail caught fire."
"Are you sure?"
Logico's mouth frowned and she said:
"If you don't want it, return it. I wanted us to succeed together, but you love losing."
"No, no, okay."
Helena injected herself and did not believe her luck, but Logico said:
"That is good. If they catch me, they won't catch me alone Hhh ."
Suddenly, from the bathroom, another candidate's voice emerged in an artificially deep tone; it was a Hectotype futa , her hair a striking mix of black and blue :
"Come on, raise your hands."
Helena was surprised, and Logico said:
"I knew you were there cheating too."
The girl said:
"Haha, just don't let me down on the field."
"Thanks."
It was the Futanaris' turn after the young men who had to run the same distance and with the same timing.
In Terravasta, there was no bias for girls at the expense of boys. It was complete equality in everything, not like that equality afflicted with Gynocentrism on Earth.
Helena saw despair on the young men's faces; she saw fatigue, she saw surrender, she saw vomiting and collapsing.
And she saw superiority; she saw people running faster than a car at inhuman speeds, finishing the ten kilometers in five and even four minutes.
Those stimulants made her hands tremble clearly. She tried to hold them only to feel something wrapping around her; it was Logico's aura. But on the other hand, she felt that her body was made of clouds; it was extremely light. She pinned her identification numbers on her shirt, and with the whistle, they started running.
With every step, Helena felt she was stepping on clouds; every step she felt she could fly with. She got excited and unleashed her speed which she felt was average. It was 70 kilometers per hour. She did not believe that speed; she felt her feet had become wheels, every step covering between 4 and 5 meters. But that was not enough. The other blonde futa with the two hair ties and small eyes took off like a four-wheel-drive car; it seemed like 77 kilometers per hour. In fact, Helena was not even second, for there was another competitor ahead of her. Helena was in Third place, and behind her were two of her same update.
All three of them were Hectotypes, and behind Helena there were 2 others who were Hectotypes. The rules of older updates did not apply to them; their time was the shortest among everyone.
Helena pushed herself and began catching up to the second place. The second place increased her speed and Helena kept pace with her. At the same time, the first place increased her speed to 90 kilometers per hour, and the fourth place approached Helena.
Helena started feeling numbness in her feet. She tried to push herself more in the last two kilometers but her speed weakened. It would not increase no matter how much she held her breath and strained her muscles. She felt there was an existential barrier between her and the second place. The fourth place almost reached her; no matter how much she pushed herself, the fourth place continued to approach until she passed her, followed by the fifth place. The lead was literally slipping away from her. She felt despair, weakness, and the betrayal of the body. Her pale white skin reddened clearly.
Stopping, vomiting, losing consciousness, exceeding the time limit, touching the inner line of the track, as well as grabbing or pushing the competitor were disqualifiers from the exam. Helena held her breath and squeezed out her speed as much as she could so the one in the last place would not catch her, but the approach was still there. The first and second places finished a while ago.
The fourth and fifth places became equal, Helena and the girl with the blue and black hair, and she began passing her. Helena, the scene before her became blurry, her steps irregular and staggering.
They crossed the finish line; the distance between them was a few centimeters, and Helena was the last, contrary to what she wanted.
Upon stopping, she felt that her feet were non-existent. She shook hands with her competitor who, from her sweat, seemed as if she was oiled, while Helena's condition was worse. She was like someone who kissed the lips of death, and her face turned red, her breath turbulent; she was like someone breathing through a needle's eye, and the ground was spinning beneath her. So she released her aura to improve her sense of the place and not fall. They handed over their numbers and walked away. Helena almost fell, but her competitor with the blue and black hair helped her and walked her to the changing room.
On the bench, Helena sat collapsed, and beside her head was her competitor who brought her. Helena, who was collapsed, said in broken words:
"Thanks... what... is your name?"
She answered:
"You're welcome, my name is Satomi."
"Thanks... Satomi... I think.... that I... will die."
Satomi laughed and said:
"You are like me, you did not prepare for the test enough."
"You are... right."
Satomi replied:
"Life's business is more important than the triviality of sports that makes a person's life shorter."
Helena was surprised and looked at Satomi who asked:
"What?"
"Nothing, just deja vu."
Satomi asked:
"You are from planet Earth, aren't you?"
"How did you know?"
"That is clear, your style of speech and your Western terms. I have lived with the inhabitants of this planet for a long time and I know the way they speak."
"You are right."
Satomi lay on her stomach above Helena's head and said:
"I am also from Earth. I arrived here about two years ago."
"I arrived 3 or maybe 4 days ago."
"What hhh, impossible, and you entered this test."
"Yes."
Logico entered staggering, having revealed her pale reddened face. She pushed Helena's foot and sat down. Satomi said:
"Is this one from Earth?"
"I don't know."
Logico said:
"I have become a stranger in my own world."
Satomi continued her conversation with Helena:
"So where are you from on Earth?"
Mark forgot what he told the police but did not care, and said after a long thought:
"From Europe, and you?"
" I'm from Amerima."
Logico said:
"You two are from here, aren't you?"
Satomi and Helena replied in the affirmative, and Logico continued.
"Hmm, I expected that. I felt that I saw a girl with the same hair color as yours, Satomi."
Satomi replied:
"Hhh, we are three fertility goddesses in the same city."
After a while, the official came to take them to the next test.