The year is 203X. Throughout the Free People's Republic Of Appropriated Canada, any and all fitness training has been outlawed under the guise of public health, with the exceptions of the carefully managed government enforcers. One man, Atlas Johnson, leads the True North Resistance faction, running an underground and under-snow fitness center meant to keep the average population in at least a fit enough state to walk short distances without the government-approved Free People's Transit System that requires them to showcase proof of subjugation therapy documents with any ride.
No one is ever prepared to do squat, but Atlas Johnson does squats every day. He may not be ready, but he is... Fit For The Job. Coming to theaters near you, if they're open and you've got your government approved-citizen pass.
Any authors want to write up a dystopian short story about a dissident running an an illegal gym?
The year is 203X. Throughout the Free People's Republic Of Appropriated Canada, any and all fitness training has been outlawed under the guise of public health, with the exceptions of the carefully managed government enforcers. One man, Atlas Johnson, leads the True North Resistance faction, running an underground and under-snow fitness center meant to keep the average population in at least a fit enough state to walk short distances without the government-approved Free People's Transit System that requires them to showcase proof of subjugation therapy documents with any ride.
No one is ever prepared to do squat, but Atlas Johnson does squats every day. He may not be ready, but he is... Fit For The Job. Coming to theaters near you, if they're open and you've got your government approved-citizen pass.