FitCasting had turned physical fitness into a high-stakes, shared hallucination. Today’s environment was called "The Foundry." In the VR goggles of his followers, they wouldn't see a cold Brooklyn warehouse. They would see a massive, glowing steel mill from a dystopian future, where every pull of the resistance bands operated giant virtual pistons to keep a failing city powered. If Stas slowed down, the lights in the virtual world would dim for everyone. The pressure was immense.
"Five minutes to live broadcast," the automated system announced. Stas - FitCasting
He visualized the energy of the thousands of people locked into his nervous system. He wasn't just pulling for himself. He was the engine. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. FitCasting had turned physical fitness into a high-stakes,
He reached up. The bands were now incredibly stiff, requiring his entire body weight to move. He threw himself into the first pull. His muscles locked for a fraction of a second before the resistance gave way. If Stas slowed down, the lights in the