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surprisingly affable mid-twenty-something-year-old. No secret handshakes were required for my tour of the facility, no passwords or unravelling of tricky riddles either. The gym’s logo was the only icon on display, and if it contained any hidden messages or meanings they weren’t apparent to my naked eye. As we passed into the facility at large the doors did not lock menacingly behind me. It was here I got my first look at the objects of my recent fascination; the night sweaters. Standard issue attire seemed to be hood-up hoodie, extra-large stainless steel water bottle, and a pair of Bluetooth earbuds. Quietly groaning away alone at various pieces of gym-torture apparatuses, not clustered together in plotting groups, as my imagination had warned me they would be. Laser focus - no one made eye contact. Was this suspicious? “Who are these people?” I breathed to my guide. “Oh, you know – regular folks, mostly. Office workers, people in retail. The odd firefighter, emergency workers… that sort of thing.” He did not mention Police Officers – was that suspicious? “Anything… weird ever happen here?” I shared just above sotto voce, so no one else could hear us. He stopped, an eyebrow cocked uneasily. 32 JUNE • 17 wellth.xyz “casting off the unproductive shackles of sleep, these are obviously the coming uber-elite of our society.”


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