December 17th, 2029.
By noon, the image and the statement were no longer confined to car enthusiast pages. They moved into offices, classrooms, workshops, terminals, and family group chats. People did what they always did when something unfamiliar appeared under a familiar name. They tested whether it was real, whether it belonged to them, and whether it would survive past the first wave of attention.
At first, the reaction followed a familiar pattern. Jokes, skepticism, comparisons. That pattern broke as the day went on, not because TG said more, but because people remembered what had come before.
Aurelio Motors still sat in the public memory as the last attempt at a locally branded sports car. It had been celebrated loudly at first, then quietly questioned, and finally dismissed once people realized how much of it relied on imported platforms and parts. The disappointment had not been emotional. It had been practical. People did not mind ambition. They minded being misled.
