#advan

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ADVAN RC

RALLY & DIRT TRIAL COMPETITION MODEL 14/15/16/17 INCH

Pursuit of functional beauty

The ADVAN RC, which continues to race with Team ADVAN in dirt competitions including the All Japan Rally Championship, has the exact same specifications as those used in street and general competitions.

The 5-spoke design was born as a result of pursuing functionality.

The image of conventional rally wheels has been completely renewed.

It achieved a sophisticated beauty while meeting the various performance requirements required when installing competition tires.

Especially for 17 inches, there are

It was developed with the assumption that it would be used on tarmac stages equipped with slick tires in international rallies.

The performance takes place on the streets and circuits.

It fully meets expectations for use in tuned cars

-Cast 1 piece structure 5 spoke design

●By creating a recess on the top of the spoke, combined with the meat relief shape on the back of the spoke, an H-shaped cross section is formed which is advantageous in terms of strength.

-Forged aluminum ornament and rim decal included

●Color variations:

ADVAN RED/RALLY WHITE/RALLY SILVER/RALLY GOLD (17×7.0J 100-5-48 only)

[finite-breakpoints]

void set (WIP)

"Which one is he?"

Thel glances at a datapad, scrolling through the entries -- an identifier assigned to each of the occupied data rigs. "B-71. Should be….. right over there, actually. Second quadrant."

Advan follows the line of his sweeping gesture, her gaze landing on a row of glass tubes, entirely too much like…. what does Dyson call them? Repurposing chambers. Like so much of this, it feels wrong in a way she can't quite articulate.

Data processors, after all, are inherently gregarious, social amongst themselves. They don't say much to each other, but the energy in a processor matrix should more than make up for that, strange and lively and vibrant.

The silence, and stillness, in this room is suffocating.

"I've never seen an enclosed processing rig before," she says instead. "I didn't realize it was an option -- let alone that we had a whole matrix of them."

"New process, from what I hear. Something about lack of distractions." Thel pauses then, tilting his head. "Pardon my curiosity, General, but…"

"…Why this one?" She smiles a little. "Because we need a processor -- and one of them saw what we didn't."

She approaches the chamber with some amount of caution. The glass isn't opaque, but it is darkened -- the stillness and steady breathing of a data processor in that thing they call convergence. Conscious, but unaware, disconnected from his immediate surroundings. Must be the primary processor in the array, then. Not necessarily the fastest of them, or even the best -- but one with the skill and patience to keep them working cohesively.

"Bring him up. Slowly."

Thel doesn't listen, of course. Careless. The poor thing nearly falls out of the processing rig, held there only by the restraints. Must be from this Grid, with that external regulator hardware. It's… uncanny, unnatural -- like the distorted cry that escapes him as the pins retract from the input jacks laid across his shoulders. Shaking and ragged, his circuits clearly flooded from the feedback loop.

"Welcome back." She watches the processor emerge from the fog, dark eyes slowly coming to focus in the bright light. "I'd apologize for waking you, but it looks like they don't have you doing anything particularly important this cycle."

He doesn't respond to that. Either he's still recalibrating, or he's already decided not to cooperate.

"My name is Advan. We spoke about eight cycles ago -- but I'd think you don't remember that."

"No, I remember you, General." His voice is surprisingly clear, although he doesn't make eye contact. "Have you come to tell me I was wrong?"

"Not at all. I came to thank you, actually -- you were right. And your warning is the only reason I'm still alive." A chill spreads through her circuits at the idea of it; she holds it down as best as she can. "Not even two cycles later, one of my officers turned on me. It took me quite a while to find you -- I didn't have anything but an identification number to go on."

Some of them, she remembers, don't have anything else. But maybe he's older than she first expected; his arms twitch under the restraints, as though he's expecting them to come loose just for the thought. In a first-gen rig, they would.

"That's not the only reason you're here, is it?" It's not really a question, that strange certainty that seems to come from nothing in particular. "Gratitude isn't really in your people's emotional vocabulary. I've learned that much."

"My people? Should I have a conversation with some of my officers about their behavior?"

"System-separated -- no, there's a word you'd use for them, some of the programs in orange -- I've heard it before. I think you'd say they're…. repurposed."

"You're right about one thing, I didn't come here without motive. I've received a new assignment, out in Gallium City. I'll need a data processor to come along."

"There's a hundred in this matrix alone."

"And I owe quite a lot to one of them in particular." She feels a smile tug at her lips. She already likes him. "How many others are in your array? I understand we'll need to bring at least a few of them with us."

"I'm starting to think that this isn't a request." But he doesn't show any real apprehensiveness or hesitation, when she reaches over to loosen the restraints, freed from the cold mirrored glass. Still focused on something in the distance, in the way they all seem to wander. "There are five of us, total. Or… there were, when I was put into isolation. Eight cycles ago, I guess, if that's the last time you were here. They said I needed to recalibrate. Starting to imagine things. But the System doesn't lie to us, and... she must have brought you here. Because I know what I saw, General -- who I saw."

From behind her, Thel barks a sharp laugh. "Clever thing, aren't you?"

Advan turns around to admonish him -- now is not the time -- and realizes, with no small amount of unease, that her trajectory follows the processor's line of sight. He's been watching Thel, this whole time.

A rush of air as she steps back, one swift and silent motion, and shattered voxels on the floor.

"What's your name?" she asks quietly. And she knows, then, in the pervasive silence, that her earlier question about the array is a moot point. They're all long gone by now -- probably funneled into Demeter's new project. She can't help but wonder what saved him from the same fate.

"Wolfram."

His hands are shaking, as he replaces his disc. She almost feels sorry for him. Processors, after all, aren't really built for violence.

But they are quite good at it, once they've acquired the taste.

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Team Vectra Sport - Advan McLaren 650S GT3

I finished drawing the car after I saw someone on another Discord server I'm in, who made a Advan livery of it, in Gran Turismo 7 (despite I don't actually have the game nor a PS5). So, here's my own art of it.

Livery originally made by Fubster21. Here's also my own logo of the team I made in IbisPaint X.

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Last prep for next race 💪🏻