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the center . Arriving a few minutes early Tarik  stood next to the examination pod waiting for someone to come in and give him instructions. After ten minutes past his scheduled start time the Doctor finally walked in with Tilla in tow.
    “Ah. You're here already that’s good. Go ahead and strip.” The doctor said. ”Ha, I’m just kidding, I’m going to feed instructions to your implant and you follow along with the exercise as best you can.”
    Tarik saw a series of stretches overlaid to his retinal implants. As he began each stretch a countdown began for how long he was to hold the stretch. When he completed the instructions Tilla entered a series of numbers which the doctor reviewed.
    “Very good, your flexibility is average for your bulk; we are going to start bodyweight exercises now.” The doctor grabbed a clipboard from Tilla and began sending instructions to Tarik ’s implants. “The exercises are simple enough, just follow the instruction, remember form is keep and completed as many repetitions as possible before the timer  expires.”
    Tarik completed a series of pushups, then jumping jacks, more pushups and more jumping jacks. Tilla stepped over and held his feet as he did a series of sit ups. This repeated four times before the doctor called a halt.
    The doctor ordered Tarik  to a run timer ; Tilla fitted him with a breathing mask and set the machine  to start. As Tarik  ran the machine  changed pace, gravitational pull and inclination frequently. Being a miner, Tarik  rarely ran and felt like he was going to be sick after the first ten minutes. After fifteen minutes Tarik  did need to take off the mask to vomit, he stood panting with his eyes watering and snot running from his nose.
    “You have not been told to stop yet. Continue with the run.” The doctor ordered.
    Tarik spit out the thick saliva in his mouth and refitted the breathing mask. Starting his run again he felt a little better with a completely empty stomach. The doctor ordered Tilla to clean up the vomit and Tarik  felt bad. He couldn’t help that he was going to be sick but he would have cleaned it himself when he had finished. It seemed no matter how much he wanted to be nice to Tilla all he brought her was misery, even if it was unintentional. After what seemed like an eternity had passed the doctor finally told Tarik  to stop. Glancing at the time he had only been running for a total of twenty five minutes.
    “So we are going to have to work on that. We’ll finish up with some strength training . Go to station one.” The doctor didn’t give him any time to rest.
    Tarik didn’t mind strength training , being a former miner strength was one thing he felt he had in abundance. Ten years of busting and shoveling  rocks had given him a bulky frame despite the beanpole figure he had when he started. The first station was a just a set of dumbbells with instructions to flex his wrist with different grips. Tarik felt the dumbbells change weight has he performed the exercises. The next station had him perform forearm curls, then concentrated bicep curls, and triceps extensions. Tarik completed each station designed to test his strength, from his wrists to his arms, shoulders, chest, core, legs and calves. Tarik thought he had performed well but if he had the doctor thought the same he gave no indication that he did.
    “Now move to the vacuum pod. Quickly please, we are nearing the end of our scheduled timeframe.” The doctor said.
    Tarik sat in the chair and felt it rise up ; it tilted him to an upright position as the gravity bled away. As glass case enclosed him and the doctor sent him breathing exercise instructions. On the last exercise he was to expel all his breath and hold it. When he did so all the atmosphere was removed from the case. Tarik started to panic, his arms flailing about trying to get to the sides of the case to break himself free; the doctor and Tilla simply staring at him while he struggled for air. Tarik