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[center][h2]Monday October 4th, 2094, 09:58
Buenos Aires, Argentina[/h2][h3]”The Ranch" (Carrera Condor Formula AG Team headquarters)[/h3][/center]

[color=#1EFF24]”Sorry, was in a meeting.”[/color] Bea said in a tone like she expected that to be a bulletproof explanation for the declined call on the back of what happened on track, [color=#1EFF24]”What’s up, Cass?”[/color]

The phone dialled back on through, as Cassie sat up, leaning her head against the padded cushion of the AV’s headrest come wall, looking out on the ensuing chaos that was erupting across the Argentine capital. Fuck me. They loved Carrera here. Bad time for a call, but then again, life had a funny way of putting things together, even at this time in the morning. The security team recommended sitting tight in the hotel, and leaving in the morning, when the fans dispersed. They were still going. Even in the morning hours. This was insane.

Cassie realised the gap was growing in what she should have said, taking her eyes off the outside and back into the interior so she could at least focus on the matter at hand, bottle of water in hand.
“Hey, just a quick one really. More speculation, but, I wanted to touch base with you about….well, rumours. Rumours that people were linking me to Carrera Condor, and uhhh….well, you know. And, given current circumstances, I just wanted to check in with you first. I was thinking of ringing Ava after the hit too, but I thought not to stir the pot. Heard things were a bit tense between you two. Shit, sorry, I shouldn’t have…..yeah, sorry. Let me go again.” Cassie didn’t get any of her words out right, as she sighed, sipping water down, alarmingly, not the same person Bea had seen earlier in the season at the Zygon fan zone, or perhaps generally on the grid. 

[color=#1EFF24]”Take a breath.”[/color] Bea chuckled, honestly glad for something to laugh about. [color=#1EFF24]”Or stammer it out into a bucket and I’ll sort it out later.”[/color]

“I wanted to see what you thought about those rumours. And what the team’s like, you know. From someone I trust.” Cassie cut it there. Best not to overdo this.

There was absolutely zero chance Cassie was going to believe her if she told her the team’s on an upward trajectory. Less than zero. Absolutely none. [color=#1EFF24]”Why are you asking me about rumors about you, shouldn’t you know if you’re tired of Zygon?”[/color] Bea asked, voice a mix of amused and confused.
[color=#1EFF24]”As for what the team’s like…”[/color] Be almighty not have been smart, but she wasn’t an idiot. [color=#1EFF24]”To me, it’s a team. What’s it like at Zygon so I have a point of reference?”[/color]

“Corporate. You seen the ads they ran with my face recently? Or the fact that while we had the best ship for a little while….I still seem to be a foreigner in a team that wants its own to succeed? That paint a picture?” Cassie replied, looking up at the jammer, sat neatly on the wall, a device she’d started asking her agent to start checking with the best cybersecurity specialist she could know. Keep the quantum encryption locked tighter than a duck’s coat in water. She sighed, Bea keeping tight lipped.

“I’m trying to say the rumours might have meat to them. Now, I know that you’re doing some serious stuff at Carrera. You don’t sign Felix Burkhart without wanting to make a challenge to the top three. And as good as Ava is, I know why my agent keeps telling me to consider choices. So yeah. Consider this me telling you openly that we might be team-mates next year, but I need to know, if you’re first, keen, and second, what I’m going into. I’m not asking anyone else, I don’t want to go on a factory tour. I want to ask you first. Unless I’m taking your seat, Bea. I wouldn’t trade mine for yours, if I were you.” Cassie added, beginning to find her confidence getting there to a point.

[color=#1EFF24]”I have not seen them, actually. Just thinking about Zygon has been driving me up a bloody wall since Canada.”[/color] Bea shared truthfully. It wasn’t a sin that they got caught cheating, it was a sin that they tried. [color=#1EFF24]”If I’m keen? Yeah, absolutely. Have you spoken to Elise?”[/color] Once again asking like that was an explanation.

An amused snort carried through the phone when Cassie cautioned against trading seats with her. [color=#1EFF24]”Yea, no, Zygon sounds exactly like the Hellscape I envisioned it to be, pass.”[/color]

[color=#1EFF24]”Carrera’s not corporate-feeling. Not yet, I fear. CEO just yelled at everyone in the room like León was five, not fifty. I didn’t even know his face before Spa. But the moment they smelled improvement, the suits started talking.”[/color] She started with the fresh, bad news. [color=#1EFF24]”But it’s a lot better at the factory. There, the ‘family business’ atmosphere is still mostly holding.
I get the foreigner part, though. That’s something I was really worried about - you’ve seen how insane the locals can be - but that was an empty fear, fortunately. Whether because they’re not as rabid as they sound or if I hit the ground running, that I can’t tell you. And from what I hear Brazil loves you, so you’d already have one foot in the door.”[/color]

Cassie laughed, a full belly laugh, leaning back more, probably leaving Bea confused, before she composed herself, clearing her throat.
“Shit…..well, turns out I have worse luck than SuperCat power unit.” Cassie chuckled, still shaking her head, letting it all sink in, the confidence there, the sounds of it Bea having no objection. Or no choice, rather.

“Is that a regular thing for you? The whole, you know, angry CEO thing. We have the same too, but does he mean well at least, or is he just….fuck, how do I say this, incredibly obsessed with selling? I mean, I’m used to that shit from angry Spanish people. You just have to learn how to shout back…..although given my current selection choices, you really want to take advice from me? I’d be like a local if I was a fan. Proper fuck up, Bea. Properly. But, knowing you, you’ll probably fucking send it past me. But you’d blink after what you did in Singapore..” Cassie snickered, sitting up in the AV as it continued on the way towards Ezeiza, the international airport that currently, was checkpointed up below the AV lanes like a border crossing.

She composed her thoughts again, thinking about the foreigner element too. “You’re tanned skin. Basically a gaucho already, if you speak the language, even a little,. Goes a long way. And is far easier, as it turns out, than Korean. They don’t like me relying Earworms much.” Cassie chuckled, reflecting on her own, despite her Scots roots, still having bronze in her pigments, well, the ones that weren’t replaced with artificial skin for her implants.

[color=#1EFF24]”I don’t know if ‘Spanish B1’ by race 12 is considered ‘speaking the language.’ ”[/color]

“Suppose the team will  get their shit together if the results come. But that depends on one person I guess.” Cassie made it obvious who her pick in the team was, as she saw the AV start to come in, queued behind another two on the private landing strips, realising time was running out.

[color=#1EFF24]”I don’t know the CEO, I’ve met him twice. The first time, he was practically grovelling at my feet offering a new contract, and now Hurricane Pablo.”[/color] Cassie could probably imagine Bea’s shrug through the phone. [color=#1EFF24]”He did try the whole ‘If you can’t perform, people will lose jobs.’ thing on us. Whether you think he cares or it was just emotional blackmail, you’ll have to decide for yourself, I can’t help you there. Maybe a factory tour would help you decide?”[/color] Bea added like a drug dealer offering someone ‘just a taste.’

Bea inhaled sharply, forcing herself to ignore mentions of the crash or the comparison to Singapore. [color=#1EFF24]”But you’re right, I’m not taking team selection advice from you. Although I’m glad you have your luck, if you didn’t I’d be out of a job. Or worse, at Zygon.”[/color] She chuckled, [color=#1EFF24]”If I wanted an unfeeling robot for a teammate, I’d play the FA 2094 game.”[/color]

Cassie giggled, feet up on the centre table, adjusting her elbows in her rest against the window.
“I guess a factory tour would be nice. See it all for myself, you know, see if there’s a nice desk, see if I can rope in some of my old sponsors from Portugal that didn’t want to make the jump into Zygon. And meet Pablo. Classic Spanish CEO tactic. He’ll run it like a family, but that means he’ll throw sandals at you. Just gotta learn how to keep your head off the block and pass them back. And ideally, not pin your team-mate out of a leading position. Bea. Has anyone mentioned it to you yet?” Cassie absolutely took the win out of being wholesome, with a zinger that was aimed sarcastically, knowing Bea could absolutely throw it back, but in this moment, knowing laughter might at least drag her mind away from it, laughing in a way only two people who understood Britain could be sarcastic about it. 

Cassie was a fierce, determined pilot, there was no denying that. She would go all out, put it on the line more than some, and in ship to ship, she had the makings of Amy’s talent to just swing from people with ELS when needed. But consistency was lacking. Going from one team, to another, to yet another felt like a symptom of her own nature, yet the circumstances of bad luck, well, that also played a part in never feeling totally comfortable.

“Anyway, don’t think I’m coming in to steal all your thunder. You’ve had a hell of a season as a rookie. You, Paul and Kais are generational. But yeah. Luck runs out, like this weekend. And it comes back. Just have to make do with what you can. It gets better. If I’m thinking of coming over, it’ll be a push for us both. Glad to hear nobody’s totally mental at least. Apart from you. Obviously.” Cassie held an honest tone with just a hint of sarcasm cracking in the end, knowing Bea wanted that title as much as she did. But that mutual respect was there. A willingness to push each other to limit, whatever that limit was, and she saw a little of herself in Bea. More mature than she was at that age.

[color=#1EFF24]”Fuck the desk, Cass, have you seen the dorms on the ranch? And I never liked morning runs until I saw that scenery.”[/color] Bea briefly went full saleswoman, actually having to pause and lean against the wall to laugh because the sandals comment took her by surprise. And then Cassie brought up the crash again and the laughter died in the blink of an eye. [color=#1EFF24]”Yea, well, if she hasn’t figured out how to safely rejoin after four years of doing this, I can’t help her.”[/color] She replied, not a snap but a definite hint of a simmer under the lid.

She spoke up again after a second’s pause. [color=#1EFF24]”You call me ‘mental,’ I say ‘Spice of life.’ ”[/color] The humor returned as quickly as it left. [color=#1EFF24]”Let me know once you know when you’re coming over. I’ll trade you fact-checking the sales pitch for an I-owe-you in the future.”[/color]

Cassie chuckled, shaking her head, knowing the bitterness was still there. She got on well with Ava herself, not as close as Bea at least, given the age difference. She’d always just been there on the grid. Maybe not the highest performer, but then again, Carrera was never anywhere to be seen. A safe pair of hands, but maybe not much more.

“Eh, you didn’t slap into me in Singapore. That’s the payback. It all sounds lovely, anyway. Sounds like I have a visit after Brasil to check in. Haven’t seen the dorms, but it sounds like I have something to see. Although…..” Cassie added, looking through the window, as the ship slowly approached the deck, the Luso-Scottish pilot having one last thought.

“Mod wise, there might be some complications. Nothing serious, but Zygon loves their proprietary, puts me back to bare basics, bar the optics which were on my pick. I might need to chat about it some other time, just means I need a bit of like for like in the off-season. Your chrome all holding up okay? They look fucking mean, by the way.”

[color=#1EFF24]”Just fine, but limbs are the cyberware equivalent of the lever, it’s the oldest thing there is.”[/color] Bea shrugged, the racing limbs being the most advanced piece attached to her. [color=#1EFF24]”Consider custom paintjobs part of the deal.”[/color] Bea grinned.
Cassie nodded, brushing a bit of hair aside with her own prosthetic, smirking herself.
“Well. I had a guy but limbs change as often as each other race due to……marketing reasons. Good to know. So long as you aren’t filling me with the kind of shit like Amy is. Side note, you probably….well, you guessed she’s a bit fluttery? I dunno. Me and Harrison chatted about it. Seems fucking odd. Like I know you two are friends, and she means well, but yeah, got me scared, and I’ll put anything in me. Like, tell whoever your neuroscientist and augment specialist are, so long as they don’t turn me into Layla or a fucking Pinata, I’m keen, but not whatever menu she is on. Anyway, won’t keep you. I need to run…..alright, I’ll tell my agent to get something arranged, and don’t be a stranger, yeah?” Cassie added, nonchalantly, as the AV landed, the doors split open, and with it, Cassie grabbed her bag and leapt out, the noise of the jet engines suppressed, but still making a little interference.

For a second, Cassie would swear she heard the creaking of Bea squeezing her phone. [color=#1EFF24]”Nevermind, cancel the visit, the more shite you agree to have put in you, the more they’ll try to shove in me.”[/color] She hid it with a joke, thanking all the gods she didn’t believe in that Cassie couldn’t see her face. [color=#1EFF24]”See you at or after Brazil.”[/color]

“Alright, see ya then!” Cassie replied, the sarcasm taken over the noise, not hearing that slight subtext fully, before disconnecting the call, a group of Zygon staff already on the other end, ushering her inside the private terminal, immediately for a private jet that was connecting her, and a fair chunk of engineers over to Sao Paolo, for tonight.

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[color=gold][center][h2][i][b]Outro to Buenos Aires[/b][/i][/h2][/center][/color]

"Well, that is all for Buenos Aires. We're not going away for long, as next week, we're in Sao Paolo for an iconic AG race at the Interlagos circuit, for what will be certainly more nail-biting racing in South America. Until then, bye for now." Aurora's voice led on outro, silky as ever, that Irish tinge ever present.

And cut it was. To a fairly stylish sequence.

Maybe not quite what was in mind. But a ballroom.

The sound of dancing could be heard, as shoes tapped against floor. Tango. 

[b]Soundtrack: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcFJTc28soQ]Georges Bizet - Habanera from 'Carmen Suite No.2'[/url]
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If there was a moment, as they pirouetted on floor, the dancers moved in sequence.

A couple on a floor. Hands linked.

A couple of ships colliding, both Carrera Condor ships struck.

Kais, pushing through opponents like a knife through butter.

Jen coming through, pushing past Paul, the fight continuing. 

The reaction of fans, anger, rage, joy, but fading back to withdrawal.

The feeling of something to come.

The two dancers turning around, as the theme intensified. Crowds roared. People got angry.

But the dance continued, Jenny on the podium, to the crescendo of the classical piece, beaming smile given, flanked by Nora Kelly and Paul Mulder. 

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[b][center][h3][code]Formula AG Pilot Group Chat[/code][/h3][/center][/b]

[Newspaper article image of riots]

[color=fff200][b]Harrison[/b][/color]
Yikes, fight club

[color=fff200][b]Ava Villarosa[/b][/color]
Shut the fuck up, this is serious.

[color=fff200][b]AStirling[/b][/color]
Also yikes

it is, yeah I'm putting something out. This is out of control. This hasn't been this bad since 2091.

[color=fff200][b]Dorian[/b][/color]
That is really sad. Shame about it, I put up a post last night on socials. Probably worth a more unified message if you want to reshare, I put one on Instagram?

[color=fff200][b]Astrid[/b][/color]
You still use Instagram? 

@Amy Stirling 2091? That was a bad fucking year. One of my engineers got hurt :( 

[color=fff200][b]Dorian[/b][/color]
@Astrid

One day you'll just be old and an alcoholic and because you're not French, it looks worse

[color=fff200][b]Ben Hale[/b][/color]
*ohhhhhh shiiiiit*

@Dorian you all wear berets, eat baguettes and have stripy shirts, don't lie

[color=fff200][b]Flo Mason[/b][/color]
Yeah that's a violation

I've shared it @Dorian, you're like the elder statesman!

[color=fff200][b]Dorian[/b][/color]
All good, happy to help :) 

[photo of an actual baguette with ham, cheese and salad]

[color=fff200][b]Harrison[/b][/color]
Me and Cassie too!

@Dorian you fucking sick cunt, owning it lmao

[color=fff200][b]Ben Hale[/b][/color]
You two dating?

@Dorian yeah fair enough that looks filling ngl

[color=fff200][b]Cassie Neves[/b][/color]
@Ben Hale We saw the recent episode of Delta Hyper, you do not get a say

[color=fff200][b]Astrid[/b][/color]
You guys are so mean to me

[color=fff200][b]Wedge[/b][/color]
Yet somehow everyone agrees we should be horrid to Astrid

[color=fff200][b]Jen[/b][/color]
You guys would catch fewer bullets in the riot if you stopped chatting shit

Art stuff in Brazil looks fun. Have fun, whoever Delta Hyper decided was a needed victim!

[color=fff200][b]Kofi[/b][/color]
It does look fun. Alexis Mayer is a cool artist. She sprayed a load of stuff in Accra for a project we did there to regenerate slums into an urban forest. She's like Banksy but with way more colourful paint. I have a lot of time for her. I love Brazil, such good nightlife. You young lot should enjoy it!

[color=fff200][b]Harrison[/b][/color]
Estrela is a really good night out- mostly trance. VIP there is good on Sunday nights :) 

[color=fff200][b]Astrid[/b][/color]
@Kofi You remember who Banksy is?

[color=fff200][b]Amy[/b][/color]
@Astrid this is why you get bullied, stop getting pissed up and hurtful ;) 

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[color=gold][center][h1][i][b]
SAMBA /// SENNA /// LAGOS
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[b]Soundtrack: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mR_B_2hB0IE]Jungle- Talk About It[/url]
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[img]https://images.ps-aws.com/c?url=https%3A%2F%2Fd3cm515ijfiu6w.cloudfront.net%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2021%2F11%2F08183631%2Finterlagos-pit-lane-entrance-planetf1.jpg[/img]

Cut to a pitlane, with the iconic start straight of Interlagos.

The outlook of grey skies, with sunshine breaking through on the horizon.

The noise of kids playing.

As if to almost reiterate, that despite nearly a century, in the Favela, the only thing that changed was the condition of the houses into advanced polymer, made permenent yet heaped in a mess on a steep hillside. Trees, greenery, the actual sound of birdsong, chirping loudly, cutting to a favela.

Poverty eliminated, but community maintained. A place that couldn't be imagined 70 years ago, the grit still between. 

Maybe this was compromise.

But as the ball bounced off the wall and the kid wacked it with a whipped kick into the holographic net, and yelled, jumping off the side of a painted house, it was perhaps the depiction of it. 

As the camera panned up to that depiction of Senna on street art, on a massive mural on the side of a four-storey structure with his face, stepped in green and yellow.

And a voice.

“And suddenly I realized that I was no longer driving the car consciously. I was driving it by a kind of instinct, only I was in a different dimension.” 

Senna.

And cutting into Sao Paolo. A throwback, history of Senna rushing through the circuit unable to shift gears, throwing the car around corners on clutch, desperate, trying to hold onto first place.

The fear, the heartbeat, the scream of a turbocharged V8 fading into a naturally aspirated one.

"Is that Glock?" The pass on the Toyota by Hamilton on the last corner of the last race, in 2008.

The pounding of Lewis Hamilton's fist.

Rain. Hurling rain creating a transition.

Starcross on the charge, engine screaming, passing Lindstrom, the 5-cylinder scream of the Red Bull and her legendary fight here in the drizzle, the drying circuit forcing the aero-fed F1 cars into floor. Rolling a kerb, over as the footage faded, flipping upside down into a dark room.

The massive holographic and LED lighting illuminating behind, popping with colour, settling on a bright, pearlescent yellow.

And to the sight of Cassie Neves, sitting atop a Zygon ship with a specialist livery, the red and blue fading into a very un-Zygon like scheme of dark blue, with green pasteled across the ship.

"Bem-vindo ao Brasil." 

This was a place of contrasts. But if anyone thought Brazil and Argentina were similar, instantly, the setting felt established that this was anything but.

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[color=gold][center][h1][i][b]DELTΔ HYPER[/b][/i][/h1][/center][/color]

[color=gold][center][h2][i][b]Episode Fifteen: The Art of Racing[/b][/i][/h2][/center][/color]

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[center][h1][b]Thursday 5th October, 2094
Cantinho do Céu, São Paulo, Brazil
1000 BRT
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[color=gold][center][h2][i][b]Tag the Favela[/b][/i][/h2][/center][/color]

[img]https://images.adsttc.com/media/images/65f3/77c5/1929/cf01/7c1f/779c/newsletter/as-cores-da-favela-o-que-um-pouco-de-tinta-pode-fazer-pelas-comunidades_2.jpg?1710454746[/img]

[b]Soundtrack: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHUAwlOHsJM]Barbatuques- Baiana (CloZee Remix)[/url]
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With the crew in Sao Paolo, unlike Buenos Aires where it felt like the city was a faraway, messy, abstract, just enough security had been put in place out of the view of the teams to actually engage. The humidity hit in the same way as Singapore, but being slightly higher than the ocean, it seemed to taper off with any gust of wind- and being more cloudy, didn't come with also getting sunburnt. The tint almost felt like it was gold, sun poking past powerlines and satellite internet dishes.

This was a place you could absolutely party in, because it screamed cool. The colourful buildings said that.

Sao Paolo was perhaps an alternative vision of future to New Hilo's utopian, yet isolationist Shangri-La- to Singapore's ruthlessly clean, controlling city- and even perhaps, the brutalist, concrete jungle of Buenos Aires that by design, kept the teams out by being so dangerous, so punk, so at the forefront of the new gold rush of lithium and rare earths. 

It wasn't some guiding vision, but a few good feelings steering a city's chaos into one direction. Colour. And a lot of art. 

[img]https://i0.wp.com/streetartutopia.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/3d-street-art-graffiti-mural-by-French-Artist-Dave-Baranes-of-a-jaguar-in-Nogent-sur-Marne-France-2.jpg?resize=696%2C696&ssl=1[/img]

Brazil seemed to let people in, in terms of actually engaging with what it had to offer. It was colourful, almost parsing complete creative, total freedom, the shacks of metal replaced by polymer, modern, rust-proof composites that while stacked, felt solidified, permanent. A lot of changes and reform had brought a heady mix of capital, co-operative and a new mindset. Curtiba-styled urban planning made it feel dense but easy to get around with public transport that didn't pander to environmentalists, but realists with a creative mindset- and it felt like a ton was going on, with some of the world's best nightclubs, artists melding with the newly rewilded Amazon and forests between Sao Paolo and Rio. Cities were dense, it felt heaving, yet somehow, not alien. Dangerous, gritty, yet in the best kind of way. The kind of place where good food was on any corner, from anywhere, and most of all, the Brazilian focus on their creative economy created an ocean of kids dreaming of shaping their world into something more than bland. Even in relative loose assembly, the Oscar Niemeyer-like vision of the future felt like it could be seen, skyscrapers not all made of glass but insanely complex concrete, polymer and almost wooden structure-like buildings. It was organic, it felt like a claw of nature stood out of Sao Paolo's core, and the Favelas, as vintage as they were, now felt like a future village looking onto it.

Cantinho do Céu was one such perfect example- communities that lived here were lifted out of poverty not by having their entire livelyhoods uprooted, but shacks improved into permanent stacks that didn't look like they would fall apart in a Category 4 hurricane, utilities put in, tarmac roads between the blocks of the ramshackle slum-like Favela, and now, it felt like somewhere liveable. Food and grocery markets were nearby, it felt like for most, who had decades before lived in the worst of the Water Wars and the ecological crisis that ravaged Brazil especially hard, had now come back to normality. Crime had been driven out through a community-led approach, and while the worst horrors were still hitting hard, it didn't feel like the grit or cyberpunk-ish danger, terror and fear that pilots would stare at from afar. Some crime, sure, but it felt enough to be diverse and creative. A place where you were more likely to find a creative cafe than a coke dealer.

[img]https://www.throwup.it/wp-content-throwup/uploads/2021/01/intervista-soneka-makina-de-rabsiko-brazil-graffiti.jpg[/img]

In many places, the advent of Universal Basics left people focussed on reclaiming the land, rewilding, or new, bold engineering challenges beyond earth. A dichotomy. The residents of this favela decided every single exterior surface was an artform and that was their mission, and in itself, Sao Paolo and Rio had an economy from it. Graffiti gave way to professional artists. And suddenly, it was covered. From lions to stars and moonscapes, every single corner, stairset, wall, surface that wasn't driven on (and many that were) in this former slum was now a depiction of something, a message, a purpose, a story, a place. Like an art gallery that sold incredibly good bananas. Favela stopped being such a dirty word, it just felt like the description of what high density, hillside, unplanned housing made permanent with modern utilities felt like now. 

There was always a bit of grit. The favelas were always terrifying, but instead of degenerating, they now seemed to be more full of life, colour, feeling than ever before. There was community here, a flawed one maybe, but perhaps they seemed more content, no surveillance state, nor any rejection of the outside. People here knew how to balance, and there wasn't a chase after money, sustainability, but a weird blend of old with new. Perhaps for Delta Hyper, this Favela was selected as one that was sanitised enough, beyond where absolute chaos was always encroaching. After Buenos Aires, scrubbed out of the camera, the security contingent was at least a platoon's worth of local police, bolstered by teams bringing their own security. The residents were fucked off about this arrangement, but then again, a group of local artists had been brought in by Delta Hyper to help on their intro segment.

Inspired by that visual as they had been driven in as part of a convoy, the rest was on foot where Aurora led [b]Paul, Bea, Kais, Harrison, Cassie and Kofi[/b] up through stairs, into what was a football pitch on concrete, with a load of whitewashed walls, turning to face them and camera drone, walking past another artwork, a famous copy.

[img]https://media.istockphoto.com/id/1390720042/vector/abstract-brazil-carnival-art-brazilian-flag-colors-artwork.jpg?s=612x612&w=0&k=20&c=_AZHt9p92KnZOeEoqv1QQSuys5MoUeW6xRZ-dsW7DsM=[/img]

"Well, Welcome to Brazil! In places like these, some of the best footballers, and even pilots come through, driven by nothing but creativity and we thought we'd return the favour by bringing you all here. Alexis, would you like to introduce yourself?" Aurora broadly swept her hand out, as the dark-skinned, afro-having Brazilian walked out, glasses taken off.

"Hey, I'm Alexis Mayer, I'm here to show you a bit about our art. As you can see, we love racing, and our God, is Senna from over there, so you are among the holy!" Alexis pointed to the mural from earlier, from the intro, laughing richly as she took the crew across to a table, where at least four-dozen spray cans sat as well as some very fancy looking acrylics that would add pearlescent and a kind of holographic pop to them once completed (like a really weird laquer), with some respirators already set up there too. As they sorted themselves, Alexis was looking across to them once more, in a smooth jump cut after introductions.

"My question is, how will you leave your mark, like Senna on that wall? And well....we know one of you is an artist!" Alexis chuckled, Aurora joining as the camera picked up Bea's arms and legs, not hiding any of it. Alexis's team turned up, a few more artists, many of whom lived here. It wouldn't be a shock if one of them was the willing occupant of the house getting sprayed, the white walls illustrating this might not be the first time a tag was done on it. 

With it, each had a canvas on the wall to paint.

Their own story. Their own mark on a Favela in Brazil. And as some teenagers started playing football in the background, the montage would continue.

This was a story in literal spray paint. Their story. Whatever they wanted, abstract, detailed, whatever it would be. Left as a mark, no matter how poorly they painted.

Harrison left a few markers, that of a red bird with a fire-laden stick in its mouth, the firehawk, his nickname, personal logo, and affiliation to his indigenous roots.

Kofi's being that of a construed lion, perhaps his throwback to his own sanctuary work in South Africa, the kind Kais had seen.

And Cassie? Well, she wasn't that amazing. She struggled a bit, struggling for creativity, ideas, being helped by one of the members of Alexis's team to try and get her image of something more abstract. A sun rising over a beach? Or something else?

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[h1][b]
Round 15 of Formula AG
Friday 6th October, 2094
Practice Day
Autódromo José Carlos Pace, Interlagos, São Paulo, Brazil
São Paulo AGP
1400 BRT
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[color=gold][center][h2][i][b]Delta Hyper Interviews[/b][/i][/h2][/center][/color]

The backdrop of Sao Paolo was in the background, the architecturally creative skyline contrasting with the traditional, classic circuit.

In the black-walled room of the Delta Hyper interview room, Aurora's voice was as ever, present.

[b]"Six races to go, Bea, and coming out of a rough weekend in Buenos Aires. The question on everyone's lips is, what do we see Beatrix Ward do from here? We've seen some big lows, big highs, what would you say your feeling is going into Brazil?"

"Paul, we're in sunny Brazil, and your P2 is certainly something. How are you feeling about putting it back on pole again, keeping your streak of podiums going?"

"Kais, we've seen Al-Saqr adapt as the season break has passed, and there's lots of speculation about the mid season change for the ever-loved Layla Al-Nadir being replaced by Hamid Atlassi. Do you think the fans are confident that Hamid is the right replacement for her?"[/b]