#Bus Ev Conversion Kit

[aeautoevcharger]

Thailand Bus EV Conversion Kit & Industry's New Landscape

To the trend in the mobile industry, the mobile industry plans to make zero-emission vehicles account for 30% of Thailand's total automobile production by 2030. At the same time, the 13th National Economic and Social Development Plan plans to produce 40,000 electric vehicle series modified vehicles by 2027.

The innovation of bus EV conversion kit in Thailand has become the key core. This article will analyze the prospects, technology and successful cases of EV conversion kit in Thailand.

The future of electric buses in Thailand

As the government pushes for domestic manufacturing and stimulates demand for heavy-duty electric vehicles, bus operators will have access to more affordable electric cars. This shift is likely to make the heavy-duty vehicle industry more comfortable with the use of electric vehicles, which will in turn drive increased investment in public charging infrastructure.

For fixed-route buses, investing in fast-charging stations is crucial. Setting up fast-charging stations near popular rest stops on major routes, especially those between 700 and 800 kilometers, can create favorable conditions for efficient charging of buses during rest periods.

Collaboration between bus operators and charging station operators is essential in identifying strategic charging locations. Prioritizing routes with high passenger volume and key destinations will help optimize the charging network to meet the growing demand for efficient EV charging infrastructure.

Bus EV conversion kit technology

Innovations in electric bus transformation are driving significant advances in urban transportation. Some of them include:

1. High energy density battery: can extend the driving range of electric buses and shorten the charging time.

2. Advanced electric drive and regenerative braking system: can improve the operating efficiency of electric buses.

3. Intelligent energy management system: can optimize the power usage of electric buses.

4. Design and material innovation: Reduce bus weight and improve aerodynamic performance to maximize energy efficiency and reduce environmental impact.

AEAUTO Thailand bus EV conversion Kit

Nanjing AEAUTO can provide powertrain solutions for a variety of vehicle models. Recently, it developed a bus modification plan for a bus fleet operator in Thailand. After several meetings and on-site inspections, the two parties reached a cooperation agreement covering prototype retention, vehicle construction, performance evaluation, and charging station application.

The Thai customer finally chose a 12-meter-old bus to be converted into an electric bus. The basic functions of the bus were retained, and the engine was replaced with permanent magnet motor. The bus body and cab interior were improved with local auto parts. After the conversion, the bus is similar to a new bus, with a maximum speed of no less than 80 kilometers per hour and a range of 180 kilometers on a single charge.

The buses modified by AEAUTO were tested on a special test track in Thailand for 3 months and then underwent road testing and acceptance on actual bus routes for 2 months.

Thai customers say the retrofitted buses have huge potential, enabling the fleet to become fully electric six years ahead of schedule. For bus fleet operators, this is a quick, effective, and practical solution that makes buses more environmentally friendly, quieter, and more comfortable, while also increasing asset value.

AEAUTO's electric bus conversion kit has significant advantages. It uses professional technology and one-stop service to help Thailand's bus modification and upgrade.

Driven by local policies and markets, it will contribute to the electrification of public transportation in Thailand and will continue to play a role in the field of electric vehicles in Thailand to promote innovative development.

[bumblebeeappletree]

Nick Newman helped design a modular construction system so anyone with just a mallet and a drill can build their own home. Since co-founding U-Build in 2020, he has built— and watched others build— furniture, garden sheds, tiny homes, and full-sized houses, so it makes sense he’d use the flat-pack box system to turn the company work van into his full-time home.

[Watch our first video featuring Nick's U-Build universal home-build system, a CNC-cut flat-pack design anybody can assemble to make a home: • U-Build hands-on:... ]

According to Newman, "the U-Build construction system is something like if IKEA and LEGO had a baby. So, it's these big boxes that can be assembled with a mallet and a screwdriver. Effectively, you start out with your individual panels, which are cut with precision using a CNC machine, and it's designed with this kind of locking system so you can basically put the pieces together: it would always be on the 'right' configuration." Watch it at 25:45.

[Video timeline]

— Nick Newman out in London on his electric campervan: 00:10

— Explaining EV's lack of congestion charge in London: 00:20

— Charging the van in central London: 00:50

— Thunderstorm: 2:20

— Stealth setup: 03:00

— EV van conversion into vanlife camper: 3:30

— Conversion with U-Build boxes ("building blocks") timelapse: 3:42

— Explanation of a U-Build minimum unit of construction, the box: 03:50

— Kirsten interviews Nick Newman: 04:20

— U-Build's modularity put to the test inside a van: 05:10

— Locking system for drawers (inspired by the ones on commercial aircraft): 06:30 and 14:50

— Festival build out of U-Build blocks: 07:15

— Sink: 0832

— Current van living interior: 11:30

— Adapting working straps to vanlife: 12:00

— Folding clothes: 13:05

— Hammock setup: 19:28

— At Stroud, Gloucestershire: 20:45

— U-Build's workshop under construction on an old empty factory: 21:30

— Describing U-Build as a self-build system: 25:45

— On using empty buildings: 22:10

— "People could stay in a house like this for really cheap": 22:15

— Warehouse spaces to solve housing emergencies? 22:30

— Out in Herefordshire: 36:28

— Student-built house with U-Build: 36:35

He started using the fully-electric Sprinter van as a temporary home while on overnight work trips. The U-Build system involves assembling CNC-cut, formaldehyde-free plywood boxes as building blocks which then bolt together to create a rigid frame for a structure.

The conversion cost him less than £2,000 (about $2,400, or €2,300). The system is entirely demountable, so the boxes can be reused over and over: it was easy for Newman to take the boxes he was working with daily and rearrange them in the van to build a bed, kitchen (U-Scrub), storage, and toilet (U-Poo).

Newman left a shared warehouse where he was paying £800 for a tiny, windowless bedroom for vanlife in central London, and because the van is electric, he doesn’t pay congestion charges (£15/day). He has tricked out the van to appear in drive mode so he can use the vehicle’s battery and air conditioning and heating while parked.

The U-Build (and Studio Bark) team recently bought an abandoned warehouse in Stroud (Gloucestershire) for less than the price of a tiny studio in London. While they decide what to do with the space, they have installed U-Build dwellings (built in a half day) to use as bedrooms and private offices. It’s the same model as the SHED Project, where they worked with a London-based guardian company to provide quick-build homes from U-Build kits to provide housing for those in need in exchange for building surveillance.

https://u-build.org/

https://www.instagram.com/ubuild/

Nick's YouTube channel: / @electric.vanlife

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[the-firebird69]

Massimo Electric 72V E-Spider Overview She looks pretty big i'm telling you the truth her legs are real short he wouldn't look too bad in it it's still a little small but it's kind of a motorcycle they could have made it a little longer. And it would cost anything and be easier to drive it is about 90 miles for someone in our sons waited it's about 80 miles you can't just switch the battery out but some people actually figure out how to do it and they install a different battery and they switch it out it's not really worth it for a son and it looks like it has a quick charge and they don't tell you that it is a quick charge it's a solid battery it's got an enclosure and it blows downwards it is a nice little ditty it's a decent little design the horse on George Washington's cart is one of his but it's like just a bit larger than a Shetland Pony and it was dense and charged up because it's a mutant too when you loved it running around towing them he felt great it's a little **** and he's like Kingsley when he's small kind of a lunatic tried to eat him a little bit he told him to calm down and get him some food like he's talking to our son and she had the same conversation with her horse and they tell them Don't do it are you getting in trouble and they'd stop and it said I'm hungry Mommy give me some food and they they would of course. But this is how it goes people think this is it and there's some things that might be but you can't afford it it costs as much as a regular motorcycle. So he can't afford to buy it outright and he can't find a used one and we're back to square one

Thor Freya

this is iit the vehicle and tue too small. and tons see it.  bu thte bike is worse no.  and slow...50mph and ok backroads and the 41 a bit. handle well and can go off nad on the road over curbs treu it is  a sleeper that way.  and fversillte we gab tehm change the motor and battery and it flies.  he might do that he says.�� and  ours go fast  his would and there are kits for this trike.. real ones.  and it is for a5k watt and new tranny only a 225 an wow and yeh.  and new batter about 700 oh and yuk.  gettng up there why not a small ev car an to much money. way too much.  the new config it is 5pmp wiht our bud in it and goes about 150 miles and good for us and yeh is quick charge abou 20 minute for  full carge not hrd he eats and sits tons.  easy for him.  all over the pllace lol need it now no soon

tommy f

price ok too much and an ev usualy cannot buy used and cant trut the two and more here so i see it.

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These are real issues you cannot trust these guys you shouldn't leave it out in the sun or the weather and it would have to be left out there's a lot of issues and it's not too good the one that David used there's a one seater so we're thinking that someone might modify one of these to be a one seater which wouldn't make it much different and we've seen those around and they lengthen it and it goes faster and it's easier to drive it's still too small but it would be enclosed it really needs to be enclosed and once you modify it I guess it might not be worth that much and it's AEV and people don't like to buy them they're hard to sell it might be what it is.

Thor Freya

ahahah and a four month talk and ok stillhave it yeh and so on lol ahhah lol

tommy f i have one yes cant sell it lol

charges fast and such nd tons dont want him to

The insurance is mild it's really not much it's like 30 to 35 dollars a month for him to be less he's got a good driver standing. Probably 25 a month and he could go all over the place it doesn't look silly it looks kind of weird and cool.

tomyf

Olympus We would approve it but it sounds kind of odd and scary but his does meet the one horsepower reading and it's not like the Volkswagen

[busesnbugs]

How the T2 VW Campervan Upgraded and Evolved the T1

VW manufactured the Volkswagen Type 2 “Bay Window” bus from 1967 until 1979, supplanting the Type 1 that it had produced commercially since 1950. Then, the Type 2 continued production under license in Brazil and Argentina until 2013.

Heavier and easier to produce, the second-generation Type 2 did away from its predecessor's unique split front windshield. It featured a slightly larger 1600cc, 36bhp engine designed to attain a top speed of 80mph, using the same single port engine design as the Beetles of the era. Those who place a premium on original engines can find carburetor conversion kits such as a twin Solex and single Weber, which increase power on the original T2 models.

In 1971, VW introduced a new 1600cc twin port T2 engine that fitted each cylinder head with dual intake ports and boosted power to 50bhp. In 1972, the 1.6 air-cooled engine gave way to a 1.7 “pancake” air-cooled flat 4 engine that, while only marginally larger, provided significantly more power. The 1974 T4 engine increased capacity to 1800cc (67bhp); in 1976, this again increased to 2000cc (69bhp). Porsche 912E and Porsche 914 models used the same engine found in the T25, the Bay’s successor.

The suspension became another major change as it eliminated the swing axle rear suspension of the Split and the Beetle. Such systems employed reduction boxes that served as an extra gearbox and increased ride height. The T2 featured half-shaft axles with constant velocity joints, which accomplished the same task of raising the ride height while doing away with extreme changes in the camber (the outward and inward tilt of the tire and wheel assembly).

Before the T2, wheels would tilt significantly, which caused uneven tread wear and a tendency of the vehicle to pull to one side. (To this day, off-road racers who employ air-cooled VW components seek out the T2 transaxle for its stability and functionality).

Starting in 1968, engineers implemented various safety-related changes in the T2, including a firewall set between the engine and fuel tank and a new hazard light configuration. In 1971, the T2 got front disc brakes for the first time, and rear wheel arches provided better clearance for the new, larger wheels. From 1976 to 1979, the Bay had extremely few updates, as VW engineers had shifted to designing and refining the upcoming T25 generation of buses.

One interesting side note of the T2 era is that this marked VWs first foray into vans outfitted with electric drive systems. It became the work of the VW “Future Research” development division, founded in 1970. In 1972, VW successfully produced a test T2 electric model, leading to a small batch of commercially produced vehicles.

The initial prototype weighed 2.2 tons and had a 1,940-pound battery with a 21.6 kWh capacity. Compared with contemporary EVs, it made the vehicle extremely heavy, with significantly less battery storage capacity. As a comparison point, the next generation Volkswagen ID. The Buzz van, launched in 2024, weighs only 1,102 pounds and has a 77 kWh capacity.

[lettersofwrittencollective]

Make it up to you

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective​

Pairing: Stiles x Reader (platonic) 

Word Count: 2357

Prompt:  Hello! i love your work, is there any chance you could make a one-shot or something about the reader being a child and being really close to stiles, when something happens with werewolves or something Stiles doesn’t really make time for her so she thinks that Stiles doesn’t love her anymore. when he continued to ignore her she starts ignoring him and stiles notices and tries to make it up to her with fluff please!- from Annon 

Summary: Stiles has been... different with you lately and you’re not sure why. Will he realize what he’s doing?

Warnings: angst, fluff but like really bad fluff cause I am still learning how to write that... 

Masterlist || Teen Wolf Masterlist

The first memory you had was of you and Stiles running around the backyard, the two of you were playing detective and while time has stolen the memory of what you were searching for you still remembered it. 

The two of you had been climbing the tree into the treehouse when you’d slipped and managed to shred the front of your leg. 

Stiles had immediately jumped down from the treehouse and ran inside where he had gotten the first aid kit while he screamed for his dad to come help. You don’t know what the Sheriff was doing but Stiles had come sprinting out of the house with the box that was about half his size. 

He’d dropped down next to you and had pulled out the biggest bandaid he could find while telling you that it was going to be okay, trying to get you to stop crying when his dad had made it outside. 

Mr. Stilinski had tried to get his son to let go of the bandaid but Stile had adamantly refused. The older man had huffed but had worked with Stiles, teaching him to start off by cleaning your wound and then putting on the bandaid. 

It was the first time you knew that Stiles was always going to be your best friend. 

The next time you were sure that Stiles was going to always be a part of your life was your first fight with Scott. 

Scott and Stiles had been as thick as thieves. For some reason, you and Scott just seemed to not get along the same way. Looking back on it you’re sure it was because you were jealous even then of Stiles’ time and you didn’t want anyone to take him from you. 

You and Stiles had plans that weekend to watch Beauty and the Beast. You watched movies every Friday and this time it had been your turn to choose. Sometimes Scott would join the two of you and usually, he would pick the movie. He was supposed to come over but he didn’t want to watch a girly movie and had demanded that you change it. 

After refusing for the thousandth time, he’d called you a dumb baby and Stiles had immediately jumped to your defense. He’d told Scott, in no uncertain terms, that Beauty and the Beast was not a baby movie because it was a movie you liked. 

The first time you realized that you liked him was when Lydia Martin had thrown one of her famous birthday parties. She had gone out of her way to invite everyone in the class and your mom had taken you and Stiles to the mall so you could find a pretty dress for the party and Stiles could find a nice new shirt. 

Before he’d eve started looking for a new shirt, Stiles had been going through the different girl’s clothes and all the stuff around the girl’s section kept asking you your opinion. At first, you had gone along with it and had been happy to help but at one point, you had asked him why he was asking you about all these girly things. 

He froze for a moment before blurting out, “I need to make Lydia fall in love with me.”

It stung… to say the least. 

But you hadn’t really understood it and you had a hard time making yourself be happy for him. 

When the day of the party came,  you’d gone with Stiles and Scott (having grown out of your arguments and fights from before) and your mom dropped you off at the Martin house. 

You’d walked up in your new dress with Scott and Stiles just behind you and Mrs. Martin had been so nice when she led you to the backyard. And you’d watched Stiles as he gave Lydia her present. 

You tried to play with Scott and some of the other kids, but each time you saw Stiles, he was staring at Lydia like she was the sun and for some reason… it hurt. 

But he was happy about it... 

It took a long, long conversation with your mom to realize that maybe you did have feelings for the boy you had grown up with. 

As time went on as you got older, you realized - He was in love with her. 

So, you’d decided that you weren’t going to stop him. You decided that you would be his best friend. You would support him and encourage him and cherish him throughout all your life. 

One of the things that had never changed were movie nights. Friday nights were always movie nights. Whether it was at your house or his house. 

The only time that changed was when you were dealing with Scott being a newly transformed wolf, Alpha Peter, Alpha Derek, Gerard, and Jackson- the Kanima. 

But things have changed recently… and you’re not sure why. 

Maybe it was Heather... 

Ever since she’d been sacrificed, Stiles had been a little bit off and you can’t really blame him. She had been his first crush and the two of them had known each other before you’d met. Her mom and his had been the best of friends for a while. 

Sure, losing Heather had been a blow to you and Scott as well… there, sadly, hadn’t been enough time to really mourn the girl, however. But for Stiles… there was something different about it. 

Stiles has been slipping away from you. It’s like he’d rather be anywhere else and you’re not sure what you could have done to make him feel that way. 

Sitting on the hood of Roscoe, you’re waiting for the boys to finish off lacrosse practice, while you work on some homework. 

It isn’t long before Scott comes out. But the thing is that Stiles is missing. 

“Where’s Sti?” you ask your dark-haired friend and you can see his shoulder sag for a moment. 

Scott clears his throat and rubs his neck, a habit he picked up from Stiles years ago, indicating that he’s uncomfortable before he clears his throat, “He… he Ummm… he said he’d… “ Scott trailed off and you could see that he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say. 

Sighing, you closed your textbook before getting off  Roscoe. Packing up your bag, you shrug your shoulders and mutter to Scott, “I get it.” 

Slinging your backpack on, you nod at Scott before walking towards the street. 

“Wait! Y/N!” Scott tries, “Let me give you a ride.”

“It’s fine Scotty, I need some time to myself anyway,” you tell him with a soft smile before making your way to the street.  You planned on catching the bus to get home. 

Getting home that night, you have a quiet dinner before making your way upstairs. Working through your homework, you find yourself having a hard time concentrating. This last rejection hurt more than you thought was possible.  Mostly because you never thought that Stiles would reject you like this. 

Foolishly, you keep looking at your phone. Hoping you missed it ringing or the telltale ding of a new text. While you do get a few texts, they’re from Allison, Scott, and Lydia. No sign of Stiles.

By morning, you realize and accept that he’s not reaching out because he doesn’t want to.  

If Stiles doesn’t want anything to do with you then so be it. You won’t have anything to do with him. 

The next few weeks end up being a test of that resolve.

You tried to hold out that you were overreacting but when Friday came around and your scheduled movie night came and went without a trace from the spazztic boy, you realized that you weren’t losing your mind. He was being distant. 

So you did what you always did when you were hurt, you pulled into yourself. 

It went on like this for months.

When it was just you and the girls, you and Scott, you and Isaac - you were fine. You acted like there were no issues. But the second that Stiles came around you shut down. 

There was no more joking with him. 

No more offering to help him figure things out. 

If you were hanging out with the pack, the second that Stiles came around you would make an excuse to be anywhere else. 

It’s not long after that Deaton goes missing that Stiles comes to you, “Y/N - I think I know who the -”

“I have to go,” you cut him off before he can finish his sentence. You’ve done so well at staying away from him… avoiding him… that this time it’s an automatic response. One that you’re not willing to let go just because he suddenly wants to share with you. 

Stiles watched as you took off in the opposite direction. He called after you but you just kept walking. 

Something you’d never done before. 

Making his way after you, he’s cut off my Scott a moment later. 

“Dude what are you doing?” he asks his werewolf friend. 

“Dude, what are you doing? Why are you going after Y/N?” Scotts asks and he can hear the underlying anger in the Alpha’s voice. 

“What do you mean Scott?” Stiles asks and suddenly it dawns on him - He’s missed no less than three different Friday night movie nights. 

He’d been a little distant, completely distracted by what was going on with the sacrifices. He’d been blaming himself for Erica and for Heather.

He felt like if he’d gotten Erica away from Gerard or hadn’t left Heather alone they would still be alive. 

Normally he would talk to you about it but this time… the fact that he’d been getting a condom when Heather had been taken… it made him feel like he couldn’t talk to you. 

That was a new thing too. It wasn’t that he didn't trust you - he most definitely did. It was that, for some reason, the idea of being with Heather now felt almost sickening. Sure he’d wanted to at the time but the idea of telling you and seeing hurt flash across your face, disgust, or worse yet - nothing. 

There was something about that that made him feel like having Y/N know about what he’d been about to do with Heather that just made him feel really icky. 

Realizing that he has to fix it, he tells Scott, “I gotta go.”

He rushes to his house and grabs some of your favorite movies, making sure that the newest release of Beauty and the Beast is in the mix. As much as you like to pretend that you’ve grown out of it, he knows that you still love the movie. 

You had dragged him to the opening night of the live action. 

Grabbing a few more things, he makes his way over to your house. It’s Thursday which means that you won’t be home for a few hours yet. After school, you’ve got a tutoring gig for one of the freshman and when you get home, the first thing you’ll do is go to the treehouse to relax a bit.  He has just enough time to get the treehouse ready. 

Getting home, you stretch your tired shoulders out before making your way into the backyard. It’s been a rough few weeks and you miss your Stiles but you have to stay strong. He doesn’t seem to want you in his life so you have to let him go.  

Climbing up the ladder, you lift up the hatch only to find yourself surrounded by the sound of your favorite song flowing through the small boombox Stiles had bought a few years ago. 

The projector is on and the opening scene to Beauty and the Beast is currently just waiting for you to push play. 

Glancing around, you find the whole place has been decorated in fairy lights and there’s new bean bag chairs for you to sit on. There’s also a set up of blankets with a bunch of pillows and your favorite snacks lined up on the small table in the room. Stiles standing in the corner, his legs bouncing and he looks nervous. 

“Sti?”

He looks at you and he takes a step towards you before he seems to think better of it. A moment later, he seems to not care and pushes himself forward, he takes your hands in his and begins to apologize, “Look I am so sorry for the last few weeks… I’ve been…. Well… I’ve been a shitty friend and…” he licks his lips like they’re suddenly dry and he looks around for a moment before he  continues, “I have missed movie nights cause I’ve been so out of it and that’s not fair to you. I know I can’t go back and fix those but….maybe I can sort of make it up to you?”

“Sti,” you begin, “You don’t have-”

“But I want to!” he cuts you off, “I want to spend time with you. I want to be able to sit down and watch a movie with you. I want to watch you get so frustrated with Beast for not going after Belle… I want to watch you have a mental argument with yourself over whether or not the villagers are complete idiots or just minor ones. I want to sit here and watch your favorite move. And tomorrow I want to come back and we can watch it again and the next day… and then the following day we can start over on Star Wars cause you can only watch Beauty and the Beast so many times in a row...”

There’s a sincerity in your voice that you recognize. Stiles truly is sorry about this… 

This is your Stiles.. 

The one that you’ve been in love with for years. 

It takes you a moment but you nod your head in agreement. Stiles rewards you with the largest smile you can remember seeing and a moment later he’s pulling you towards the blankets and the table. 

The two of you spend the rest of the night watching your favorite movie and reestablishing Friday night movie nights, even though it’s Thursday.

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Masterlist || Teen Wolf Masterlist

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Dylan Taglist:   @blvckcanry​ @fandom-princess-forevermore​ @theholydestiny​ @delacxurs​ @yaya2503 @thegirlwhoimagined​ 

As always, could not tag the bolded 

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Posted 12 October 2020

[lifepo4oz]

LiFePO4 BMS 12V EVE 304AH LiFePO4 3.6 KWH Battery Pack Kit.

What is the volt of LiFePO4 BMS 12v and what it is made up of?

LiFePO4 BMS 12V Battery pack is a 12volt(12.8V) EVE. LiFePO4 BMS Battery Pack kit is made up of a-) 43.2v LiFePO4 EVE 304ah cells.

b-) 1250Amp 4s Deligreen smart BMS. c-) 1 - 4S BMS Cable. d-) 3Copper Bus Bars. e-)5Ring Terminal Connectors. f-) 8*6m Nuts.

Total dimensions is approximately 174w205h288d(mm) and dimensions for each cells is: 174w205h72d(mm). with LiFePO4 Battery kits, you can build your own power bank for caravans, RV Motorhomes or electric vehicle conversions. and LiFePO4 Battery kits are around half the weight of AGM or Lead-acid batteries with higher charge cycles. for more information you can visit our site we will be happy to help and assist you.

[nevauto-blog]

EV VACUUM POWER BRAKE

Application of this Vacuum Brake Booster System

- Electric Vehicle  

- Electric Trucks,

- Electric Tour Bus,

- Beach ATV ,

- Electric Pushback Tractor ,

- Electric Baggage Tractor

- Hybrids Vehicle

- EV conversion kits

Components Included of Electric Vacuum Pump Kit

- Vacuum Pump

- Sensor Switch ,

- Tee Fitting ,

- Vacuum Hose

- Hose Clamps

- Air Canister .

Specification of our EV Brake Assist System

Tank volume

5L/6L

power

 120 W

Flow rate

60L/min,80L／Min,100L／Min.

Maximum suction

-0.095Mpa

Working range

ON: -0.05Mpa,OFF-0.08Mpa

Voltage

(DC)12V,24V 48V 60V 72V  

Working current

Carrying idler≤10A, Loading idler≤6A

[individuationfic]

Seeking to Seize Chapter 21

AO3

The fog is gone.

That’s all Chie can think, staring at the clear blue sky. She didn't’ realize how much she missed it.

She, Yukiko, and Rise have been tasked with escorting Yu home while Kanji, Yosuke, Naoto, and Teddie take Adachi to the police station. Yukiko managed to stop the bleeding and Yu is awake again, but he’s still weak, and he still needs to be patched up. “No cooking!” was Yosuke’s only demand as they dragged him away. “You can help him with anything else but all of you stay out of the kitchen! He’ll never feel better if he eats your food!”

The girls manage to get Yu upstairs and into his bed with only a little difficulty (they’ve been getting stronger in the TV, too), and Yukiko, who’s had to deal with drunk and sick guests before, strips him down to his underwear. Chie feels sick to her stomach when she sees his bloodstained shirt and the nasty scratch on his side, but Yukiko is all business. She sends Rise to the bathroom downstairs for the first aid kit and Chie to get washcloths and a bucket of warm water.

They’ve had to do stuff like this before. Magic can’t heal everything, after all, and they can’t risk going to the hospital with their injuries because their parents would find out. Everyone but Rise, who isn’t combative, and Teddie, who can’t manifest his human form in the TV, will have scars for the rest of their lives.

Chie and Rise step out into the hallway while Yukiko works, and Chie sends Yosuke a text to let him know they got Yu home safe. She wishes she could’ve gone with them—seeing Adachi face the music for herself would’ve been cathartic as hell. But they all know Adachi would be harder to control if the girls went; he was angry and hurt and he would be more liable to lash out if they were there due to his rampant misogyny.

To distract herself, Chie turns to Rise and says, “We should wash those clothes for him when Yukiko’s done in there. Could you take that shirt to Kanji after we get that stain out for him to mend? The jacket, too.”

Rise seems to retreat in on herself. “Uh… I…” She can’t finish what she wants to say.

“Hey.” Chie wraps an arm around Rise’s shoulder and squeezes. “What’s up? We should be celebrating. What’s eating at you?”

As if the words have been waiting to escape her throat, Rise says, “Kanji-kun kissed me the night Nanako-chan almost died, and then he told me he likes me and Naoto-san, and now he wants to talk about it and I don’t know what to do.”

Aaaaand now she’s crying. Crap. Chie exerts a little pressure against Rise’s back with her arm. “How about we go downstairs to talk about this? We don’t wanna distract Yukiko, right? Maybe we can do some practice for tomorrow!”

Still shaking, and with tears in her eyes, Rise nods, and Chie leads her down the stairs.

Yu’s still in no shape for visitors, even after Yukiko’s done with them, so the team decides to postpone their debriefing for another day. Yukiko and Chie walk a teary-eyed Rise back to her grandmother’s shop. They make small talk with the older woman to distract her from her granddaughter’s emotional distress and, out of the corner of her eye, Yukiko sees the calendar on the desk.

December 24.

Christmas Eve.

Heart in her throat, Yukiko decides to give Chie her gift.

They leave the tofu shop and head for the bus stop. The shopping district is pretty empty, considering the date and the fog having disappeared, so Yukiko risks slipping her hand into Chie’s. Chie goes red and squeezes back.

The bus won’t be coming for another ten minutes or so, so they settle against the side of a shop facing towards the road to wait. Chie’s phone buzzes with a text and a delighted smile crosses her face when she reads it. “The police arrested Adachi!” she says. “Yosuke showed them a bruise on his neck from the fight and Adachi admitted to hitting him, so he’s getting charged with at least child abuse. Maybe even assault.”

“Do you think he’ll get charged with the murders?”

Chie squints at her phone. “Naoto seems to think so. The courts are aggressive when it comes to multiple murders, they say. He might even—” Chie stops, face suddenly pale. She takes a deep, gulping breath. “He might even get the death penalty.”

“Oh,” says Yukiko.

On one hand, she feels relieved. The man who organized her kidnapping with the intent for her to die is going to be punished for his crimes, and, if found guilty of everything he did, will never be able to hurt people again. No one else would have to suffer like her and her friends have because of Adachi. But on the other hand,s she and the people she loves most in the world have delivered a man to his possible death. An evil man, a man who has done horrible things, a man who chose to do wrong—but also a man who was a child. Once, with parents and friends. Does anyone really have the authority to kill anyone else?

Chie must notice Yukiko’s conflict, because she says, “I’m glad. I hope he hangs. I’d kill him with a rusty spoon and take relish in it.” Yukiko looks at her girlfriend, eyes wide at the bloodthirsty tone in her voice. “He almost took you away from me. I’ll never forgive him for that.”

Yukiko squeezes Chie’s hand. “Oh,” she says again, and decides not to give Chie her Christmas present just yet.

Mama Tatsumi lets Rise into Kanji-kun’s room without much fuss. She’d stuffed Yu-senpai’s shirt and jacket in her bag before she left his house, and had only returned to her grandmother’s shop to wash her face and make herself look presentable. “I’ll send him right up as soon as he gets home!” Mama Tatsumi says, eyes twinkling. “Make yourself at home!”

Rise settles on a cushion near Kanji-kun’s desk to wait and grips at the straps of her bag until her knuckles turn white. Would he even want to see her? She thinks she made him mad yesterday; who could blame him if he tells her to get out?

Stop thinking like that, Himiko says. You will accomplish nothing but making yourself more stressed.

Rise knows better than to argue at this point (Himiko always wins, anyway) so she nods and takes a deep breath. Calm down, she tells herself. It’s Kanji-kun. He deserves an honest conversation about this. The nasty, doubting voice in the back of her head tries to speak up, but she squashes it. I’ve had just about enough of this whole “self-doubt” thing, she thinks, and her anger is justified by Himiko’s pleased hum.

She hears heavy footfalls rushing up the stairs and before her heart has time to accelerate in anticipation, Kanji-kun is throwing open his door, face red. “Rise.”

Rise raises a hand in a weak greeting. “Hi, Kanji-kun.” The tail end of her words lilt up, making it sound more like a question than anything else. God, she feels like an idiot. She just saw him a few hours ago! She has no reason to be acting so shy. When Kanji-kun doesn’t reply, she reaches into her bag to retrieve her excuse. “I, uh, brought Yu-senpai’s clothes for you. To mend, I mean, not to wear. They got pretty beat up during the fight.” She sets the shirt and jacket on his desk. “We did our best to get the blood out before it got too stained, but none of us can sew as well as you can.”

Kanji-kun doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. He just keeps staring at her. And she’s used to being stared at, but somehow this is different. Because usually the stares are an annoyance, but Kanji-kun’s means something else.

Steeling herself, Rise says, “I like you a lot, Kanji-kun, but I refuse to be someone’s second choice. I’m worth more than that.” Carefully, because her legs are on the verge of falling asleep, she stands. “My agency is pushing. Asking if I’m coming back to idol work. And I love my work, but I think I love you more. I’d give it up for you.” Her throat burns from the truth coming from her lips. “But you have to make a decision.” She moves to leave the room.

His fingers curl in the crook of her elbow and she stops. “Tomorrow,” he says, voice rough. “After the Christmas party at Senpai’s.”

Her breath catches in her throat. Somehow she manages to say, “Okay.”

Yu knows this is stupid of him.

Like, really stupid. It’s almost midnight and he’s still pretty beat up, but here he is, walking through the streets of Inaba towards the Velvet Room.

The others are planning a Christmas party at his uncle’s house for tomorrow. It’s supposed to be a surprise for him, but as much as he loves his friends, none of them are good at sneaking around. Sure, he’s deaf, but that doesn’t stop him from noticing the decorations Chie tries to hide in the linen closet or the dirtied mixing bowls left on the drying rack from the girls’ practice.

He slept for most of the afternoon and, as a result, can’t fall asleep now. This sleeplessness led to irrational thoughts, which has led him here.

Margaret is surprised to see him. ‘It’s late,’ she signs, ‘and you were injured today.’ He doesn’t bother asking how she knows that, because he knows he won’t get a straight answer. ‘You should be resting.’

Yu shrugs. ‘I couldn’t sleep.’ She glances around. ‘Is Igor away again?’

‘His master called to him.’

He feels his eyes widen. ‘Igor has a master? I thought he was the one in charge.’

‘Igor does not have as much power as you think he does. He is little more than a doll his master created.’ She pauses, like she’s giving him time to reply, then continues, ‘I am still loyal to Igor, as he is my master, and I am loyal to you, as you are my guest. I have no such obligation towards Igor’s master. I will stand by you before I stand by him.’

‘That’s… good to know,” Yu signs after a pause, head spinning.

‘Forgive my rambling.’ Margaret looks embarrassed now. She probably hadn’t meant to reveal so much. ‘Was there a reason for your visit aside from insomnia?’

‘I feel restless,’ he admits. ‘It’s hard to believe it’s over. I mean, I’m happy Adachi’s going to answer for his crimes, but something tells me this isn’t over.’

‘Trust your instincts. Wild Cards tend to be more observant than usual. Don’t give up your pursuit of the truth because things seem to be complete.’

He breathes out a sigh of relief. ‘Thank you. I thought I was just being paranoid.’

Margaret’s lips turn up in a smile. ‘I’m happy to help. Was there anything else? You really should go home and get some rest.’

‘My friends and I are having a Christmas party at my uncle’s house tomorrow,’ he signs. ‘You can come by if you want.’

Something flashes in her eyes, too quick for Yu to read. ‘Maybe. Good night.’

‘Good night.’ Yu blinks and he’s back in Inaba, suddenly much more tired than he was before. He yawns and starts the trek back home.

[a-kitten-with-claws-archived]

Get To Know the Muse: Kit Prince

Favorite things.

season: Winter. Especially at her home in Yorkshire because even though there’s the potential of being snowed in, it’s very pretty. pie: Cherry or apple  fruit: Cherries ice cream flavor: Pistachio breakfast food: A proper ‘full English’, if she has the time for it. If not, a bagel with cream cheese and raspberry jam alcoholic drink: Champagne  soda flavor: Tonic water scent: Chanel No.5 flowers: White roses animal: Dogs - specifically her two dogs which are an Old English Sheepdog and a Yorkshire Terrier movie: All about Eve tv show: Kit relaxes by watching anything considered ‘trash tv’ - Jeremy Kyle, Jerry Springer (back in the day) book: Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen fairy tale: Snow White - gotta show the love to ladies with pale skin and dark hair right? genre of music: Cool Jazz - as sung by Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong et al genre of movies: 1950′s Hollywood romantic dramas  genre of books:  Jane Austen, The Bronte sisters

Pick one.

hot or cold juice or soda tv or movie movie or book late night talk shows or reality tv twitter or instagram trees or flowers philosophy or psychology ocean or lake water park or amusement park cats or dogs freshwater or sparkling water sugar or honey cookies or candy bath or shower morning or night running or walking piercings or tattoos frozen yogurt or ice cream vanilla or chocolate caramel or butterscotch art or music t-shirt or button down text or call ghosts or aliens

Have they ever.

ridden a motorcycle: Only as a passenger to someone else stolen something: Yes, as a child eaten an entire pizza by themselves: Yes made a prank call: No broken a bone: Yes fallen asleep during a concert or movie: No walked out of a movie because it was so bad: Yes been on the phone with someone for longer than 2 hours: Yes - its a regular occurrence when she’s working away and needs to spend whatever time she can with her kids dined & dashed: No held a gun: No ding dong ditched: Yes gone skinny dipping: Yes cried during a movie: Yes - many, many times smuggled food into a movie: No, she’s quite happy to pay concessionary price even though they are extortionate at times lied to get a job: No practiced lines in front of a mirror: No. But she used to practice kissing on one when a teenager tried to see how many marshmallows they can stuff in their mouth at once: No been kicked out of somewhere: Yes been on a blind date: Yes. ghosted someone: No bragged about something they haven’t done: No said i love you without meaning it: Yes gotten in a fight: Yes fallen asleep on a bus: No

Miscellaneous.

how do they take their tea or coffee: Tea - strong, half a spoon of sugar and the barest splash of milk what is their ideal date: Dinner at a great restaurant with witty and interesting conversation, then the theatre, ballet or opera, finishing with slow dancing to soft music what are some of their guilty pleasures:   Shopping for shoes (bordering on an addiction tbh!), spa treatments, cigarettes, sex toys (except she refuses to feel guilty about that last one) longest they’ve stayed up for: 48 hours when Poppy was born, because Kit could not stop looking at her greatest talent: Empathy and understanding, the ability to really listen to someone, notice what they say as well as what they don’t and try her hardest to help them with whatever need  strange habits: Biting her bottom lip when nervous, unsure of herself or excited/aroused can they do a handstand: Yes - yoga helped very much with this can they cook: Very well - yet she cannot bake for shit do they have allergies: Allergic to blueberries do they believe in love in first sight: No - she did once, then someone killed it have any special talents: *waggles eyebrows suggestively*

Tagged by: @dxspereaux (thank you gorgeous x)

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RSI Comm-Link: The Knowledge of Good and Evil: Part Two

Writer’s Note: The Knowledge of Good and Evil: Part Two was published originally in Jump Point 2.10. You can read Part One here.

“I know right. Debt ‘s debt.” Eve’ rat know that.

She stop cold. “You think that you are incurring a debt by staying here?”

“Ain’ I? Wha’ I’m suppose think? An I see one an’ ‘m null gon’ jus’ be here an’ . . . null tha’ . . . I won’ be your slave!” Start lookin for way out tha hall ta secure.

I stop cause Mom Super raise her hand. Slow like. Like she do ta quiet tha meal hall ‘fore meal. Hadn’ expected her ta be calm like tha’.

“If I gave a way to repay your debt, would you stay?”

Mom Super got wha’ she talk. Work got, ‘nough ta pay debt. Off some, an’ diff from Bazaar, lock tha’. Bes’ deal ‘m got ta stay with tha Sisters. Rules some, bu’ null like Blues or Bazaar Bosses got. ‘bout now ‘m start figure tha Sisters weren’ part tha Gov. If they’s Gov them give H-kit, like tha Gov.

Problem that. Big got problem when rat got no Hygiene. H-kit got thing like razor. Razor ta shave my head with. Razor I need an don’ have. Head gone ta fuzz a’ready. Tha’ mean ‘lot on streets. Mean rat got i’ in ‘em to go ‘gainst rhyme an’ honor. Mean might give up on tryin’. Creepers and slavers watch ta pounce on fuzz heads.

Walk out tha room an’ rage some ta Mom Super ta get razor. Mom Super ‘most yelled back. ‘fore ran off back ta my room.

‘magined her comin’ through tha door an chokin’ me. I seen creeper do tha’ once.

Mom Super got ask me straight later, “What would you do with a razor young one? Why do you need it so?”

Sisters an’ Mom Super don’ have null clue. I’m hoarse from yelling an wound tight. A’most missed tha ask.

“Wha’ ’m do?! Shave my damn head! Wha’ tha hell else Craz Oldie? Wha’ else i’ good for do with? You know how tha creepers like ‘em?”

“Your hair is a danger to you?” Mom Super ask.

“Hair too long an’ you be gone. Don’ sleep flat for creeps ta get at. Eat food paste or you waste. Know tha rhymes live long times. Stick ta’gether in bad weather. Hoardin’ creds will get you dead.”

Mom Super look ‘round at tha other three Sisters in tha door ta my room. One them reach in bag an’ pull out one sealed H-kit like tha kind I got from tha dispenser once month. Mom Super take i’ an’ hold i’ out ta me.

Snatch i’ null lookin’ at her an’ I head ta corner tha room an’ reflec on tha wall. Big reflec but I don’ need much an sit on floor. Back ta tha door but can see ‘em in the reflec. Them watchin’ as shave tha head fuzz quick like rats got do. Sisters standin’ in tha door outbound one-an-one til only Mom Super left.

“It’s a sad thing to see.” Mom Super say soft. “Red hair is very rare.”

Finish las’ pull move a’fore her sayin’ sunk in.

Turn an’ look at her. “Is?”

“Yes. Very.”

I don’ know, but tha’ look Mom Super got shake me cold for days.

* * *

Interestin’ now tha’ some Sisters would come an’ ask me if could fix some for ‘em. Each nex’ got harder thin’ ta fix. Sometime it some basic an’ big. Sometime it some complex an’ small. Air mover ta some bedrooms stopped. Solenoid switch on machine gone bad. Malfunct ligh’ in tha hallway. Sometimes, mobiGlas like tha kind spacer use. Other time some buggy engine. Eve’ time it got be some’ I neve’ seen or neve’ fix b‘fore. I think ta ‘self tha’ Sisters didn’ know tha’. ‘m learn them tech an’ gear while ‘m work.

Still ain’ got lock on angle Sister play ta. Got think ‘bout Bosses or creepers or slavers workin’ on some rat like. ‘magination come up with like wha’ ‘m hear on street ‘round Bazaar. Ain’ EZ ta stay smart ‘nough ta null trus’ thin’ tha’ sound like street gossip. Eve comin’ from me.

Got parts an’ gear ta fix for days when Mom Super show up a’ my shop.

“Follow me.” She say. Turnin’ she lead me down tha hall an’ back ta main floor and started headin’ ta big door ‘m null got through yet. “Your choice to remain here is a bold one, and you have proven good on your word and not tried to leave again. I believe we should make a gesture of good faith in return.”

Reached tha door. Aft’ she look ove’ her shoulder a’ me she press hand ta tha door release. Pressure seal door slide back an out. Sisters coat norm block view ‘fore I got glint. This time Mom Super step back an’ ‘most push me in.

Light ‘m step into blind me some.

Null tha’ bright jus’ more ligh’ than tha hallway. ‘m look a tha floor. Dark metal like tha hall but cleaner. Null dus’. None jus’ cleaner eve’ thin’ clean. New? ‘bout when ‘m think tha’ my eyes a’just ta light an’ ‘m look up.

‘m couldn’ breath.

Three high a stack rows tall. Leas’ ten meters. Rows wide an’ so long can’ see ’tha end from tha door. Them got books like ‘m in pics. Neve’ see real ‘fore. Oldie info that. VID term, an’ storage media a more types than ‘m know. Figures how some Sisters spend days in here.

Jump some when Mom Super say some an’ break tha quiet.

“You can come in here at any time you’d like, young one. This Library is our most holy place, but the freedom to access knowledge is equally sacred to us. We have been remiss to keep this from you. We have all sorts of information here. What is kept in the Holy Vault is only for members of the Order under seal of the confessional, but all else is yours to explore. The door will now open for you and the Sisters are always willing to help if you need anything.”

“Won’ do much good ta me lady. Can’ read none.”

How come eve’ time Mom Super smile ta me like that an’ I say some she got cry?

She daz like got hit hard, “That’s . . . I had assumed . . . with your skills, I mean. We will have to . . . um . . . How foolish of me.”

Mom Super stared me like. Like ‘m ghos’ or some. She drop her head an’ say some ‘m null hear. When she look ta me ‘gain got look like she ragin’ ‘hind her eyes. Lady move from tha door an’ point ta hallway. She lead though ‘m couldn’ tell where we goin’.

Thought I know tha whole Hall by now bu’ Mom Super stop fron’ door I neve’ been ta. She open i’ an’ make like ‘m suppose ta go in. Small. Got desk an’ VID screen on tha wall. Maybe half size my room.

Mom Super walk ta screen an’ press button ‘n tha side. Flash an’ then i’ come on. Aft’ few boot screens, comp vid Human walk from tha side like ‘em come in ta room like real person do. Got see move top tha screen. Cam doin’ sweep tha place. Done lock on us.

“I’ve brought you a new student.” Mom Super say. ‘most hide her anger.

“Wha’ Lady got ta be rage ‘bout?” ‘m think. “Tha’ her didn’ know ‘m null read?”

Vid screen Lady star’ gabbin’, “A student. One to be taught. Very good. Where shall I begin?”

“The beginning.” Mom Super say.

“Well and good. And you are the pupil?”

Cam move jus’ ‘nough ta know lock on jus’ me now.

‘m look ta Mom Super an’ she jus’ lookin back ta me. Wet eyes some. Figure tha’ ‘m got ta answer.

‘m mos’ cold ta bone. School dead danger ta street rat. Gov Schools free bu’ you spend any ticks there an’ wouldn’ make ‘nough. Some rats starve cause ‘em null make deals.

Know ‘nough ta got numbers. Know ‘nough ta speak straight an’ crook. Know ‘nough ta fix gear. School learned? Like Up folk? Like my cot?

“Sure.” All ‘m think ta say.

Screen prog stat gab ‘gain, “Please sit student, we are about to begin.”

“The program will teach you if you choose to learn from it. It can go as fast or slow as you need. You may consider this part of your work for us as well.”

Tha’ las’ from Mom Super an’ she outbound.

Wha’ got Mom Super raged? An’ ‘m got ta listen ta comp prog? Hell. Teach prog got ta work righ’ then. Null got time ta think ‘bout danger a learnin’ too much. ‘m got new work from tha lady. I neve’ work like this in my life.

* * *

Found new kind of hunger in tha’ room. Sit in tha’ classroom for long stretches. Only leave ta eat or relieve myself. I spend hours more a day there than had ta.

I realize I been starved for information when I’m given more than I can handle but not as much as I want. I’m addict ta it and the drug is free. Learning is no debt. Maybe that why the bosses on the street don’t want rats ta get it. Teach program pushes me hard. It keep lessons comin’ as fast as I complete ‘em.

“High Impact Learning” what teach prog call it. Cumulative points, none percentages. Almost neve’ have to hear lectures. Everything a conversation.

English, Grammar, Ancient Earth History, Math, Biology, Psychology, Sex Ed, Mechanics, Social Studies, Interstellar Commerce, and Physical Activities all covered. Standard Ed for UEE. Even know what the UEE is now.

80 to 90 hours a week I work on my school. Would spend more if I didn’t need to eat an’ sleep so much. An’ Sisters still wan’ me ta fix gear. Got hard time ‘tween fix gear like ‘m good at an’ wan’ ta learn book work. Book work start ta win that. I write essays, I listen ta books, I track my health for PE. I even start going back into the library to read books for school.

So much time passes without my realizing.

Got back to the room one night and see myself in the mirror. I stare into it for almost an hour. I been missing the inches I’m growing up and hair I’m growing out. Shit.

It makes the girl looking back at me in the mirror even look like a girl. She looks like me, except with hair and tits. At first I’m scared to notice.

Tits are still small enough they’ll be easy to hide, but I have hair. Does hair mean what the street says it means? Hell, if I can keep street learning from mixing with book learning now. The impulse to shave it off in haste and fear grips me hard. I almost do it. Almost.

Instead, I dare myself to leave it. That seems to work. I dig through my hygiene kit for the comb I never use. I watch fixated as I pull the comb through my hair and feel the tug against my scalp. I’ve been moving it out of my eyes for how long? Crap. I null know. Been dealing with it but always absentmindedly. Never looking in the mirror. I look in the H-kit again and see the razor. Still in its wrapping. Back in the mirror I catch someone that looks like I’m supposed to but different. She has red hair. Touching it is like touching danger itself. It’s part of me. Maybe it’s a warning to the world that I’m more dangerous now.

I fall asleep to the feeling of hair on my neck. It’s warm. They never tell you about that part on the street. They don’t tell you a lot.

Education Levels pass by. I start out at level 3. Don’t even count the months. Day comes, night comes. Frustration and anger. Success and wonder. Don’t care much about how long it takes, the information is what matters. By the time I get to level 10 work, I’m doing the good stuff like tech.

Days do get long though. The Sisters spend most of their time in the Library. If too many of them are in the Library at one time the halls start to feel dead. That pulls me there. The library is the only place in the Hall that feels alive sometimes. Once I started to read some, I started going there and found that books can be alive all on their own. Sometimes the books even have people in them. Some alive. Some dead. Some real, others not. I get to watch those characters live, play, fight and win. The second time I close a book hiding tears, Mom Super catches me.

“You should take a break from the tragedies for a while I think, young one. You might try these for a spell,” she said leading me to a bookcase I hadn’t randomly selected for raiding yet. “They are not as intense but may be to your interests.”

She may be strange sometimes, but she can read me easy enough.

I look on the shelf she’s led me to and only see some old storage drives. They look ancient. “I don’t want to break them.”

“You won’t, dear, they are quite sturdy.”

With Mom Super’s blessing I take one down and over to the nearest terminal. Takes me a second to figure out the connectors and boot sequence for the thing. Old, like most things around here. I get it working and open the primary file. On it are technical manuals for COMM Tech and COMP Tech for a ship I’ve never heard of. Even ship drive schematics from only a hundred years ago. Tear down instructions, maintenance schedules, even revisioning logs from one version of a thing to the next explaining what changed and why.

Everything a spacer might want to know about her ship.

I’m still a gear rat, just with more skills now. It’s not tech to take apart, but I’ve been creating universes in my head for the books I read. I know I can do the same for this tech. That and all the tech jobs for the Sisters. I know how to fix a dead VID terminal from a hundred years ago, and I know how to imagine an’ make things real.

So I study. As I do, more technical data, notes wit helpful hints for using the terminal, even meals all start showing up at my new hermitage at the terminal in the Library. It’s infuriating. Who? What do I owe them? It’s touching. It’s dangerous not to know who I owe what, but I accept it all the same because I have a plan now. Anything that helps is worth taking. When I get out of here, I wont be just a gear rat. I’ll be a pilot.

On my own SHIP.

* * *

One day word comes that one of “our ships” has just entered the system and is returning. It takes me a second to remember that this isn’t a plot from a novel.

“We have ships?” I ask the Sister. “And that word is plural. The Sisters have more than one ship?”

I don’t get an answer, but she tells me that everyone is assembling in the entry hall. Normally, it’s a common side hallway. I’ve never seen anyone enter or leave as long as I’ve been here. It barely registers that the door is there as I join the Sisters in waiting.

Standing among so many people all in one place starts making me uncomfortable. I realize that I’m more used to being alone now. We all stand with the foremost in a semicircle facing the door. I make my way to the front to be near Mom Super. The Sisters close around us making sure not to give me a straight path out the only exit to the place. The door opens inwardly like it did that night years ago. Years. I shiver thinking about it.

A lone figure is standing outlined by dust and setting sunlight in the shadow being cast by something tall outside. A full face helmet covers her head and the rest of her is covered by a space suit. A sleek, black, beautiful, and expensive suit. I immediately try to take inventory of the suit and its status lights. It’s the gear rat in me still looking for something to fix and charge her for. Or maybe I just want one like it.

As my eyes try desperately to make out the suit better, I realize she’s carrying two metal cases. Each about one meter long and half a meter tall. They aren’t very thick, but they are obviously very important by the size of the locks on them.

She steps forward to meet Mom Super and puts down the cases beside herself as they come to a stop in front of one another. The door closes behind the newcomer and, once shut, she removes the helmet.

Long dark hair fall past the shoulders of a young looking woman with tired, teary eyes. As the normal dusk light settles in the hallway, she speaks.

“Mother Superior! I have returned in honor to my Oath, in honor to our order, and freely of my own choice. I bring the knowledge collected on my pilgrimage. Twice copied for us and again two more for our sisters of the other Hall. I return to my sisters the ship given me, the money given me plus a great sum more, and I return myself in hopes of peace and understanding among my sisters.”

The last words echo off the high walls and fall silent. Mom Super just steps forward and hugs the woman. Others attend to the cases. One case heads toward the meal hall. The other, handed to a Sister who heads to the library. As it opens to allow her and the second case in, I see her turn and head toward the Holy Vault, but the door closes before I can see how she gets in.

Other Sisters in the hall start talking about the new woman and calling her the Returned.

The Returned and Mom Super walk toward the meal hall together. It’s too early for dinner, but everyone is following them, so I do too. I catch more conversation about “the sacrament” as we fill the benches. The short table with five stools that normally sits empty next to the Mom Super now has the Returned at it with the case in front of her. She stands and bows slightly, first to Mom Super and then to the room of Sisters.

I think, “Since when do the Sisters bow?”

They’re a religious order, sure, but they aren’t like the Xeno Cults or Tech Worshipers. I always thought they used the religious angle so they’d be left alone.

The Returned unlocks the case with some sort of code, a key, and then a voice print. She opens it and reveals 20 blocks that look like data drives.

Mom Super Calls out, “The Holy Sacrament of New Knowledge.”

The Sisters all reply as one, “Thanks be to God.”

Each Sister produces a mobiGlas from their pocket and puts it on. I’ve seen some of these models before, worked on them. I haven’t seen so much tech gear in one place in years. It’s like watching flowers bloom as each one winks on.

Someone touches me. I jump.

I’m just on edge is all. This is a lot to take in. A Sister I don’t recognize had done it. Her newly revealed mobiGlas is running a boot sequence as she points to the front of the room. Mom Super, calling me over.

I approach Mom Super, and she begins to smile. Never a good sign. Things go craz when Lady does that. She reaches out a hand to me, “Take it young friend. We would not keep this moment from you.”

“What?”

She laughs a little.

“We’re going to share access to the information the Returned has brought us,” she says. “You may search for whatever you like, however you like. We ask only that you share what you find interesting. Just follow the lead of the Sisters. It has been some time since we had a guest present for the sacrament, but it is allowed.”

A weight falls into my outstretched hand. I know what I dream it to be, but what it can’t be.

“This is yours, young one. A testament to your hard studies that have made even the Sisters envious of your diligence.”

A slim black and blue case rests in my hands. Careful inspection shows no maker’s mark or logos. I open it like the treasure chest I know it is.

A mobiGlas. Top of the line model with a blue crystal scrawl along the side. The world starts to go fuzzy.

None. That danger. No! ‘m null cry! If I cry ‘m weak an’ tha ‘thers will . . . I look around through my tears. I see smiling Sisters with whom I have always been safe. Will always be safe. I still can’t let myself. I choke back the tears and look Mom Super in the face. Unable to meet her eyes fully.

“Uh, thanks,” is all I get out past the tightness of my throat. I turn and bolt to my seat; desperately not wanting to be the center of attention anymore.

The same Sister who nudged me earlier whispers that they will wait till I’m ready.

Sheer panic.

I fumble with the mobiGlas and finally get it turned on. In a moment a blinking cursor presents itself on the screen. Ready.

I look at Mom Super, out of breath. She nods.

Suddenly, I feel cold in the vastness of the information I have access to. So much; more than I could learn in a hundred lifetimes.

It takes hours listening to this or that thing a Sister finds or just pushing through one set of data or another. The hardwood benches normally don’t bother me, but four hours of economic reports, social news and statistics is a bit long to just sit around with my legs falling asleep. Mom Super got up then and dismissed us. Before I duck out to my room with my new prize, she calls me over.

Mom Super sets her face hard. Formal. I get a knot in my stomach just recognizing the look of it. “The advent of the Returned brings with it an authority second only to my own. Upon this authority, a proposal of change may be brought to the Sisters.”

Seems like Sister business. I stay out of that stuff. Old habit not to get tangled, that.

“It may not seem so in your situation, dear, but freedom is paramount to us. Free will and the right to choose are more important than choosing the right or moral thing.” she explained. “The information we gather empowers the choices we make. We even share our knowledge or collect private information at times. We choose what we share and what we do very carefully.”

“Even my speaking at your trial was a choice, young one.”

My heart skips a beat at that. We’ve never discussed that day or why I’m here. It’s an unspoken understanding. She doesn’t give answers to the questions I pretend I don’t have. Her eyes are holding back a sadness covered by a smile.

“I made my choice to interfere and bring you here. It upset many of the Sisters, but your being here has convinced the others of an ugly truth many of them do not want to learn.”

I try to look casual as one of my legs threatens to fall asleep again. “What’s that?” I ask, fearing the problem I know now I cause. Tha problem tha’ I am.

“That we have failed the people of this and other planets. That we are called to teach as well as learn. That our Order must teach the children of the streets, advocating for them as they themselves cannot. We must use what we learn and are told to help empower our fellow Humans.”

“Them can’ be taught Mom Super! What I mean is— that street rats teach each other that knowing too much is bad and will get you killed. They’re so scared, everyone believes the rhymes. Hell, there are even rhymes about not questioning the rhymes. And . . .”

She puts up her hand to stop me.

“Which is the sort of thing this Order does not know or understand fully, but you do.”

She takes a deep breath.

“I never intended to make you the focus of this effort of mine to reform the Order, but you have such unique gifts . . .”

Old Lady stops and stares at me. Her sadness is gone and something more like power burns in her eyes now.

“Will you help us create schools for these children?”

Rage, anger, joy, fear, panic, scheming, dread, hope and shock run through me as I consider what Mom Super just dropped in my lap.

“The choice is sacred. We, I, will think nothing different of you no matter your answer.”

Minutes pass and my mind races. Eventually two thoughts rise to the top of the internal chaos: Mom Super needs my help and if the rats learn the power of information, the street won’t own them anymore. They will have power like I never did. Maybe even like I have now.

An anger and a determination like I’ve never known rises in me and my skin bristles. I can pay my debt to the street, my debt to the Sisters, and the debt of every rat from Bazaar to Backtrack.

‘Unique gifts’ is what she called them. Yeah, those I’ve got. A sly grin spreads across my face.

I look Mom Super in the eye and recognize what’s in her eyes now because I feel it too.

“When do we start?”

* * *

I once thought getting to leave again would be a big deal to me, but it’s not. I never felt trapped at the convent. Well, not after I learned to read, anyway. The world makes more sense now, but it isn’t any different after reading about it.

Maybe that’s what happened to the Sisters. They started living in the Library too much, and Mom Super is trying to get them back into the real world.

We work out when and where the first ‘Street School’ day will be. Two Sisters and I gather in the entry hall to take the rail to Bazaar Street. I wear one of the Habit coats to try my best to blend in with the Sisters. The area around the convent isn’t luxury, but it’s not slums either. I see a Blue on the rail and flinch as he gives up his seat for one of the Sisters, like we’re important or something. Strange feelings creep on me the rest of the rail ride. By the time we get there I want off the rail car so much I almost miss how the Bazaar has changed.

The Sisters look to me and I take the hint: I’m supposed to lead them. I start for Work Row. Rats gather in Work Row when they are on hard times or young and looking to become Gear Rats. It’s just a bigger than normal alley, but it serves well enough. Lots of exits for it too. The way rats like it. The way looks different now that I’m taller, but I get us there without any wrong turns.

Seven or eight kids are sitting on ledges and crates. I turn to the Sisters and nod. They nod back, and we move to an area near the middle of the groups where one wall is mostly empty. One Sister pulls out a small projector and places it on the ground. The other moves next to her and connects her mobiGlas. Some of the rats move closer, curious about the tech. They scatter back as I move next to the projection on the wall and pull back my hood.

“We would like to teach you all whatever you want to know,” I say and try to look at as many of them as possible.

One of the older ones speaks up. “Ja Lady? An’ wha’ make think you gots some us rats wan’? An’ wha’ i’ cos’ us? Fancy Up tech you got ain’ free. Lock tha’. I Checked.”

A joke and challenge. What will it cost? How do I say it won’t cost them anything? Free translates to gullible. Why didn’t I think about this before now? I have to answer fast or they might all spook and leave.

“Because . . . ‘cause rat like you ain’ got wha’ we got teach. Know tha’ lock ‘cause ‘m was rat an’ Sisters taught me more than any rhyme. Null cos’. None debt. All i’ takes is time.” It’s hard to try and force what used to come so naturally to me and what I say is a poor combination of the slang and proper speech, but it might work.

The children look around to each other. I think I caught them more off-guard by how I said it then what I said.

“Tha’ craz. You some oldie rat?” A young one says next.

They’re talking! Don’t blow this.

“Oldie rat? Sure. Craz? None that. What you wan’ a know small-y?”

The young one that spoke goes and comes back with someone else, another child that looked sickly. The sickly one showed a lump on his skin.

“Wha’ tha’ oldie?”

It looked like a cyst or rash maybe, but it could be something worse. Shit. “Tha’ bad some. Gots go ta medics, but null do ‘t here. Bazaar Medics got ta pay off bosses. Ride rail three stop and go ta tha medic down the street ta left. Same like got here. Treat you free like medics here are s’pposed. Somethin’ obvious like this them got ta take in and go on it. Lock truth, that.”

I try to give the sick one my rail pass. The other one shoves it away.

“We got creds ‘nough ta ride rails. Sure them gots ta go on it if we shows up, eve’ we rats?”

“Yes. Them gots ta work it. Lock sure.”

The eyes of the whole group judge me and my words for what feels like eternity. Finally the two depart, and the rest of our class stare at them as they go.

The old one pipes up again,”Wha’ else you got ta learn us rats Sister?”

Acceptance? At least for now. I paid our entry fee by helping those two. They’ll let us try. I choke back a memory as I wonder if I would have ever let the Sisters teach me if I’d still been on the street. We got some brave ones.

“Wha’ you want ta know?” I say through a smile.

* * *

Now, I leave the convent with a group of Sisters every week. Some street children, we don’t call them rats, have even made it a part of their routine to show up to school. Not every time of course; being too predictable can get you killed on the street. Some never come back again. Each time that happens, I have nightmares until I see one that has been missing for weeks return again. Never show my relief for fear of scaring them off by singling them out. Street children don’t use names, and even being recognizable is dangerous. Blending into the group protects everyone. I had to stop some Sisters who were developing nicknames and assigning numbers to the kids to track lessons. It would ruin everything if the kids knew they were being tracked with a name or number.

“Is that why you don’t have a name?” One of them asks me.

Direct dmg, that.

I try to recover but my shock was already apparent. I’ve never thought about that before.

“I don’t know,” is the best I can come up with. Then I change the topic back to school things.

To call it school is a bit of a stretch. The Sisters and I meet in a wide alley with some street children. We tried to start with basic language skills, but these kids are too practical for that. The teaching program I used is too rigid for them. The Children want information they can apply right away. So we just teach them what they want to learn or what we think might interest them: their legal rights if they get arrested. The going price for a part on the legitimate market. How to get a free rail pass or medic check. The way to count change and write numbers. The sort of thing a street child can use right now or use to get ahead. It seems to be working. They seem to like it more and are bringing others with them if they come.

The rhymes are the biggest obstacle to our efforts. When I was on the street I couldn’t go a day without one of them saving my life or helping me get by. All the street kids are going through the same sort of life that I had. Now an ‘Oldie Rat’ like me is asking them to forget what some of the rhymes say or even go against them? Sometimes, I hate myself, thinking it might get them hurt or killed.

Mom Super was right about needing my unique gifts too. Street slang is thick and almost incomprehensible to most of the Sisters. Sometimes I’m translating both directions. I’ve started teaching it to the more adventurous Sisters, but it’s slow and frustrating.

I don’t know how it happened, but one evening while working with a new child, teaching him about staying clean, I look up and all the other Sisters have left. We all tend to come as a group and leave as the day goes on. I’m one of the last most days, but I’ve never been alone. I didn’ know why bu’ that got me scared some.

When the lesson was finally done, I put the hood up on my coat and begin walking to the rail station. I’ve got this uneasy feeling, and I start to walk more quickly. I hear a sudden burst of noise to my left and turn my head to look at it, but the hood blocks my view. The verge of panic comes, and I move even faster. The train is there but as I approach the doors close and it pulls away. The next won’t be for 20 minutes.

I gasp for breath as I lean against the ticket kiosk.

What the hell? What am I afraid of? Walking around alone? My mind is just clear enough now to be angry at myself. At least one Street child must have seen my panic and will ask about it next week. Maybe it will even scare some away for a while. Am I really this stupid?

That thought carries me through the next few minutes. The sun is setting, but I try to relax as I wait.

Then someone walks up to me.

“Oh, you ‘lone, Sister? Ain’ i’ late?” the man says.

Strangers don’t just walk up to you in Bazaar Street.

“Or ‘hapse you ain’ Sister. Null tha’. is i’ rat. Yeah. Gear rat. Street rat eve’.” The man had taken another few steps towards me and stopped again when I backed away.

What did he say? All the panic of minutes ago shoots back into my mind and stiffens my spine. I don’ eve’ got a slag.

I turn to look at the man for the first time. He’s rough and poor looking, but better dressed than I’d expected. He is shaved but unremarkable. I see the shadow of a face I remember well.

Boss Dirk.

“Ya remember me? Got. I remember you, Rat. I remember that you owe me.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Return of the Thing? VW Considers Reviving the Kübelwagen as an EV

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The Thing from the City of Wolves might be coming back to town. Just in time for Halloween, Volkswagen brand boss Herbert Diess said he’s interested in bringing back the Kübelwagen, the German military equivalent of the Willys Jeep. Diess suggested last week that the company’s upcoming MEB (Modular Electrification Toolkit) battery-electric architecture could be the perfect platform to revive some favorites from Volkswagen history.

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With utilitarian vehicles surging in popularity in both the new-car and classic-car markets, Diess said, he is looking at reviving both the dune buggy and the Kübelwagen but not the amphibious Schwimmwagen, which might pose particular problems for the favored EV format. Replacing the Beetle might be the hottest topic of conversation at Volkswagen, but, Diess suggested, the market could be better for a retro utility vehicle.

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Surges in interest in its H van and Méhari models tempted Citroën to revive its Méhari as an electric concept, and Diess thinks Volkswagen could do something similar.

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“MEB is flexible—rear-wheel drive, front-wheel drive, all-wheel drive—and we have so many emotional concepts,” Diess told us. “I don’t know if you remember the Kübelwagen. This Thing is a nice car. Then there are all the buggies, the kit cars. We have the bus. We have the various derivatives of the bus. We have so many exciting concepts in our history that we don’t have to do a Beetle.” VW has already confirmed plans for an MEB-based electric van inspired by its original Microbus and has shown the I.D. Buzz concept version (below).

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Volkswagen I.D. Buzz concept

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Volkswagen has built two generations of the Kübelwagen, including the World War II–era Type 82, which we assume Diess isn’t referring to, since it was built by Volkswagen but also by Mercedes-Benz, Opel, and Tatra. Wolfsburg designed the friendlier Type 181 for the West German military and built it from 1968 to 1983. The United States scored a civilian version of the rear-wheel-drive four-door convertible, dubbed the Thing (top photo), in a two-year burst starting in 1973. It was called the Trekker in the U.K., the Safari in Mexico, and the Kurierwagen in Germany. While the original, Porsche-designed Type 82 was built on the original Beetle architecture, the later Kübelwagen employed the platform of the Karmann Ghia coupe because it was wider.

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2016 Volkswagen Beetle

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All of that, though, leaves a major question still in the air: Will Volkswagen replace the current Beetle? If it does, the probability is that the next Beetle will be an electric car, but Volkswagen would first need to decide if it’s worth repeating at all after two lukewarm modern iterations of the classic model.

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“No decision yet,” Diess admitted with regard to future Beetle plans. “The next decision on the electric cars will be, ‘What kind of emotional concepts do we need?’ [A decision] might happen next year. This Beetle won’t go electric; the next one might, if there is a next one. We have a good chance on the electric side to do derivatives and emotional derivatives. It’s probably more efficient to do so than in [internal combustion] cars.”

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VW Confirms ID Buzz Electric Bus for U.S. in 2022

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A Closeup Look at Volkswagen’s I.D. Buzz Concept

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The Bug’s Life: A History of the Volkswagen Beetle

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“We could [build an electric Beetle], because it is rear-wheel drive, no grille. If we wanted to do a Beetle electrically, it would be much better than the current car. Much closer to the history of the Beetle. [But] I think the Microbus is a much better emotional concept for the brand than the Beetle. If you go to California, everybody would say it’s the bus.”

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Return of the Thing? VW Considers Reviving the Kübelwagen as an EV

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The Thing from the City of Wolves might be coming back to town. Just in time for Halloween, Volkswagen brand boss Herbert Diess said he’s interested in bringing back the Kübelwagen, the German military equivalent of the Willys Jeep. Diess suggested last week that the company’s upcoming MEB (Modular Electrification Toolkit) battery-electric architecture could be the perfect platform to revive some favorites from Volkswagen history.

-

With utilitarian vehicles surging in popularity in both the new-car and classic-car markets, Diess said, he is looking at reviving both the dune buggy and the Kübelwagen but not the amphibious Schwimmwagen, which might pose particular problems for the favored EV format. Replacing the Beetle might be the hottest topic of conversation at Volkswagen, but, Diess suggested, the market could be better for a retro utility vehicle.

-

Surges in interest in its H van and Méhari models tempted Citroën to revive its Méhari as an electric concept, and Diess thinks Volkswagen could do something similar.

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“MEB is flexible—rear-wheel drive, front-wheel drive, all-wheel drive—and we have so many emotional concepts,” Diess told us. “I don’t know if you remember the Kübelwagen. This Thing is a nice car. Then there are all the buggies, the kit cars. We have the bus. We have the various derivatives of the bus. We have so many exciting concepts in our history that we don’t have to do a Beetle.” VW has already confirmed plans for an MEB-based electric van inspired by its original Microbus and has shown the I.D. Buzz concept version (below).

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Volkswagen I.D. Buzz concept

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Volkswagen has built two generations of the Kübelwagen, including the World War II–era Type 82, which we assume Diess isn’t referring to, since it was built by Volkswagen but also by Mercedes-Benz, Opel, and Tatra. Wolfsburg designed the friendlier Type 181 for the West German military and built it from 1968 to 1983. The United States scored a civilian version of the rear-wheel-drive four-door convertible, dubbed the Thing (top photo), in a two-year burst starting in 1973. It was called the Trekker in the U.K., the Safari in Mexico, and the Kurierwagen in Germany. While the original, Porsche-designed Type 82 was built on the original Beetle architecture, the later Kübelwagen employed the platform of the Karmann Ghia coupe because it was wider.

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2016 Volkswagen Beetle

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All of that, though, leaves a major question still in the air: Will Volkswagen replace the current Beetle? If it does, the probability is that the next Beetle will be an electric car, but Volkswagen would first need to decide if it’s worth repeating at all after two lukewarm modern iterations of the classic model.

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“No decision yet,” Diess admitted with regard to future Beetle plans. “The next decision on the electric cars will be, ‘What kind of emotional concepts do we need?’ [A decision] might happen next year. This Beetle won’t go electric; the next one might, if there is a next one. We have a good chance on the electric side to do derivatives and emotional derivatives. It’s probably more efficient to do so than in [internal combustion] cars.”

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VW Confirms ID Buzz Electric Bus for U.S. in 2022

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A Closeup Look at Volkswagen’s I.D. Buzz Concept

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The Bug’s Life: A History of the Volkswagen Beetle

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“We could [build an electric Beetle], because it is rear-wheel drive, no grille. If we wanted to do a Beetle electrically, it would be much better than the current car. Much closer to the history of the Beetle. [But] I think the Microbus is a much better emotional concept for the brand than the Beetle. If you go to California, everybody would say it’s the bus.”

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Return of the Thing? VW Considers Reviving the Kübelwagen as an EV

-

The Thing from the City of Wolves might be coming back to town. Just in time for Halloween, Volkswagen brand boss Herbert Diess said he’s interested in bringing back the Kübelwagen, the German military equivalent of the Willys Jeep. Diess suggested last week that the company’s upcoming MEB (Modular Electrification Toolkit) battery-electric architecture could be the perfect platform to revive some favorites from Volkswagen history.

-

With utilitarian vehicles surging in popularity in both the new-car and classic-car markets, Diess said, he is looking at reviving both the dune buggy and the Kübelwagen but not the amphibious Schwimmwagen, which might pose particular problems for the favored EV format. Replacing the Beetle might be the hottest topic of conversation at Volkswagen, but, Diess suggested, the market could be better for a retro utility vehicle.

-

Surges in interest in its H van and Méhari models tempted Citroën to revive its Méhari as an electric concept, and Diess thinks Volkswagen could do something similar.

-

“MEB is flexible—rear-wheel drive, front-wheel drive, all-wheel drive—and we have so many emotional concepts,” Diess told us. “I don’t know if you remember the Kübelwagen. This Thing is a nice car. Then there are all the buggies, the kit cars. We have the bus. We have the various derivatives of the bus. We have so many exciting concepts in our history that we don’t have to do a Beetle.” VW has already confirmed plans for an MEB-based electric van inspired by its original Microbus and has shown the I.D. Buzz concept version (below).

-

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Volkswagen I.D. Buzz concept

-

Volkswagen has built two generations of the Kübelwagen, including the World War II–era Type 82, which we assume Diess isn’t referring to, since it was built by Volkswagen but also by Mercedes-Benz, Opel, and Tatra. Wolfsburg designed the friendlier Type 181 for the West German military and built it from 1968 to 1983. The United States scored a civilian version of the rear-wheel-drive four-door convertible, dubbed the Thing (top photo), in a two-year burst starting in 1973. It was called the Trekker in the U.K., the Safari in Mexico, and the Kurierwagen in Germany. While the original, Porsche-designed Type 82 was built on the original Beetle architecture, the later Kübelwagen employed the platform of the Karmann Ghia coupe because it was wider.

-

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2016 Volkswagen Beetle

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All of that, though, leaves a major question still in the air: Will Volkswagen replace the current Beetle? If it does, the probability is that the next Beetle will be an electric car, but Volkswagen would first need to decide if it’s worth repeating at all after two lukewarm modern iterations of the classic model.

-

“No decision yet,” Diess admitted with regard to future Beetle plans. “The next decision on the electric cars will be, ‘What kind of emotional concepts do we need?’ [A decision] might happen next year. This Beetle won’t go electric; the next one might, if there is a next one. We have a good chance on the electric side to do derivatives and emotional derivatives. It’s probably more efficient to do so than in [internal combustion] cars.”

-

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VW Confirms ID Buzz Electric Bus for U.S. in 2022

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A Closeup Look at Volkswagen’s I.D. Buzz Concept

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The Bug’s Life: A History of the Volkswagen Beetle

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“We could [build an electric Beetle], because it is rear-wheel drive, no grille. If we wanted to do a Beetle electrically, it would be much better than the current car. Much closer to the history of the Beetle. [But] I think the Microbus is a much better emotional concept for the brand than the Beetle. If you go to California, everybody would say it’s the bus.”

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The June 2017 Love Run

The Love Run served more homeless human beings than ever before because of our generous supporters and volunteers!!!! My gratitude overflows! Click here to view the photo album.

On Saturday June 10, 2017, my sister Stephanie and I prepared 25 Backpacks of Love. The bags contained a washcloth, soap, 100 baby wipes, first aid kit, toothpaste, toothbrush, tissue, chap stick, shampoo, deodorant, socks, wild caught salmon or a tuna kit, granola bar, socks, and a love note. Some also included extras as inventory allowed, such as lotion, mouthwash, Q tips, nail file, and body sponge. Hashon and I prepared 152 Lunches of Love, containing Love PBJs, chips, granola bar, Clementine orange or organic apple sauce, and a Love Note.

On Sunday, Hashon, Kate, and I went down in front of the Denver Rescue Mission and delivered all the lunches, backpacks, 2 bags of clothes, feminine hygiene products, and 15 pairs of extra socks, and about 12 gallons worth of water to our street friends on the sidewalks. Everything was gone within 45 minutes.

We met some beautiful people with powerful stories under that hot summer sun. Twice as many folks were congregating in this area than in March. Keep in mind this is only one pocket of homeless people and hundreds more across the Denver metroplex. My heart always hurts when we run out of food and supplies when there are hundreds more in need. However, we are grateful to our donors who help us do what we possibly can. Every little bit helps.

Here are some of the stories from our street friends, who all gave me permission to share…

We helped a Stage 4 cancer survivor who is living out of his car, named Maurice. His best friend Elliott has Epilepsy and had 2 violent seizures the day before. Maurice is far more concerned about Elliott than himself. Click here to view our pic.

John wants to work, despite not having any identification and no means of acquiring it after he was robbed on the streets. John is a veteran who served 6 1/2 years in the Army and suffers from PTSD. I can tell he is the caretaker in his group, ensuring everyone got a lunch and water before he did. I asked him if there was one phrase or word to describe him to the world, what would it be? The Veteran replied, “Broken”. I asked what would help him. He said, “A hand up, not a hand out.” I asked what he meant by that. He said, “I don’t want people to give me things. I want to earn my own living. I want to be seen as a human being. I would like the opportunity to shower every day, have a change of clothes, sleep in a bed without bed bugs, bus fare so I can go get all my identification, and someone who will hire me.” He had a black eye because a group of men attacked him and stole his few belongings. There is no guarantee he would be able to keep his identification while living on the streets. He requested more fresh produce if possible next time because all they get is junk food. I asked him how the shelters were. The response was the same as all the others across multiple states. Infested with disease and bugs and dangerous. I have also been told by others the shelters are worse conditions than prison. Click here to view our pic.

Mark plays the drums and appears to be of retirement age. He and his buddies all work but cannot afford housing. Mark read me his Love Note, written by a young female inmate at a local detention center, who wanted to give hope even after falling. He said it was exactly what he needed. This was after he gave God thanks for this meal and our kindness. I made sure he got a backpack because all of this stuff was stolen the day before. But they left his drum, which provided him so much happiness. Click here to view our pic 

Then there was the most extraordinary eight-year old boy named, Blue, and his mother Eve. Blue had crystal blue eyes that could be seen yards away. He was aware, assertive, smart, grateful, and energetic. He had no toys. He has no change of clothes. What he did hold tight in his hand was his Love Note from the lunch he inhaled, “You deserve your dreams”. I told him I made that note just for him. His eyes opened wide and asked “You did?” I replied, “Specifically for you!” I sat with him and Eve and learned they became homeless just a couple months ago. I try to be as objective as possible and listen. I wanted to know more but also just loved sitting there with Blue while he dug through the extra special bag full of goodies. I always make a few with extra goodies and extra socks for the ones who really tug at my heartstrings. Blue loved learning what was in the bag. He loved that I listened to his every word and asked him about the things he liked and things he wants to do. I hugged both of them and did not want to let go. Walking away was heart-wrenching. The only comforting thought was they just won the lottery for the Good Samaritan family housing so they have a somewhat safe place to lay their heads at night.

Then we fed some folks around where we live in Lakewood. I gave a lunch, a pair of socks, and first aid kit, and shampoo to Stephen, who is parked in between Costco and Wal-Mart. He believes he is on another mission from God, like the one where he went down to help rescue Hurricane Katrina victims. During that rescue mission, he found a little boy playing with a toy truck next to his dead mother outside their dilapidated house. The nun he was with collapsed and struggled with seeing the dead slung over houses and yards. However, he was determined to keep his focus on God’s mission. He was there to save as many lives as possible.

Stephen said he “landed” at that location outside Denver in February of this year. Keep in mind, we received tons of snow and below-freezing temperatures in February and March. He had to seek shelter in a dumpster where a teenage boy found him and gave him some clothes and a winter jacket. Stephen was a talker and kind-hearted. I sat under his tree and listened to him talk for a good 20 minutes. Many times these folks just like having someone to talk to.

Stephen mentioned that I was a godsend because he was just praying about getting a new pair of socks (the biggest commodity on the streets besides water). He was complaining about his feet stinking in his new boots from Wal-Mart. Please keep in mind, Stephen does not pan handle. Never has, and he is proud of it, but he does not judge those who do. He only receives what “the Lord brings him.” He said, “They sure don’t make shoes like they used to. The glue is already coming apart from the boot. I cleaned my feet this morning and wished I had a pair of socks to change into, and here you are.”

Again, I offered Stephen lots of supplies, but he only took what he needed. He also said he grabbed the shampoo because it makes a great sun block and smells good. Who knew? I asked him his shoe size. I casually mentioned to Hashon how his boots are falling apart. Hashon asked what size shoe he wore, and I replied with “12.” Hashon’s shoe size! I was emotionally and physically exhausted when we made it home and collapsed in bed. Hashon, the Sneaker Connoisseur, grabbed a few pair of shoes and went to go give them to Stephen with 5 more pairs of socks. Stephen only took one pair so Hashon could give the other two pairs of sneakers to someone else in need, which is exactly what he did. He drove around and didn’t take long to find the new owners of some Jordans and Converse. Click here to view our pic.

What many people in our communities do not realize is most of the homeless and disenfranchised do not steal. But when they have no way to make money due to disabilities, chronic illnesses, mental illness, and lack of identification/clothing/showers, they only depend on what is given to them. We give what we can. One thing I and other volunteers have found is that most of these precious souls are very mindful about only taking what they need and leaving enough for others. Even when they appear to have nothing, they are so generous with sharing resources!

Together, we have provided in total 630 Lunches of Love and 190 Backpacks of Love as well as 62 gallons of clean water!!!!!!!  We only have 370 more Lunches and 60 more Backpacks to go to hit our goal for 2017!!!!!

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