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Instead of sticking the landing on the next bar, Paul didn't just miss—he performed a maneuver the physics engine hadn't yet named. His torso rotated 360 degrees while his legs remained stationary. He hit the edge of a trampoline at Mach 1, bounced into a brick wall, and crumpled into a heap of ragdoll limbs.

I didn't blink. I couldn't. I had been at this for three hours, and the "one more try" feeling was a physical ache in my chest. I hit restart. File: Pro.Gymnast.v1.0.7.zip ...

"Expression," I whispered, gripping the controller. "It's about expressive freedom ." Instead of sticking the landing on the next

This time, the swing was perfect. Paul released, soared over the sawblades, and caught the final ring. With a frantic button mash, he stuck the landing on the red mat. The gold medal icon flashed. I had finally achieved "unbelievable gymnastics skill." I didn't blink

I flicked the thumbstick. Paul swung his legs with the grace of a gazelle, then tucked into a triple-backflip. For a moment, he was poetry in motion, a master of lifelike physics. Then, my finger slipped.