Stas gritted his teeth. If he stopped to rest, the algorithm would automatically drop the resistance for everyone to prevent injury, ruining the high-score run for the elite athletes in the session. They depended on his suffering to find their own limits.
"Core stabilized," the system voice announced calmly. "Workout complete. Great job, team." Stas - FitCasting
"The core is overheating!" Stas shouted, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Max resistance enabled. Twenty reps. This is where we decide who we are. Let's work!" Stas gritted his teeth
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. "Core stabilized," the system voice announced calmly
It wasn't just streaming a workout. FitCasting was a highly immersive, biometric-driven digital arena. Thousands of users didn't just watch Stas; they synced their haptic suits, VR headsets, and smart resistance bands to his exact movements and physiological output. When Stas increased his pace, their equipment got heavier. When his heart rate spiked, the virtual environment around them pulsed with visual intensity. He was the anchor, the master conductor of a symphony of physical effort spanning across the globe.
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.