Stas - Fitcasting Here

He approached the center of the room where the rigging hung. Six heavy, black elastic bands dangled from the high steel beams. He stepped into the sensor grid marked on the floor, and the automated cameras came to life, whirring softly as they tracked his frame.

Slowly, Stas rolled over onto his back, staring up at the dark rafters of the warehouse. He tapped his temple to turn off the VR overlay. The glowing steel mill vanished, leaving only the quiet, empty room. Stas - FitCasting

He let the bands pull him back up and immediately ripped them down again. He approached the center of the room where the rigging hung

Stas was a trainer by trade, but his life had been consumed by a new phenomenon: FitCasting. Slowly, Stas rolled over onto his back, staring

Stas ripped his hands down to his ribs, engaging his lats and core. On the monitor to his left, fifteen thousand avatars in the virtual foundry mirrored his movement. A wave of collective energy seemed to ripple through the network. He could see the global average heart rate on a floating telemetry display.