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Post by Firefly on Mar 20, 2009 17:10:28 GMT -5
okie dokie. why didn'tcha just ask me?
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Post by elphie on Mar 20, 2009 17:48:00 GMT -5
Because I didn't care enough to mention it. All I care about is that he's not leaving me here on my own.
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Post by Firefly on Mar 20, 2009 18:17:57 GMT -5
yeah.
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Post by elphie on Mar 20, 2009 18:54:09 GMT -5
I'm going to try to post another part of my fanfic later, so stay tuned.
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Post by Firefly on Mar 20, 2009 19:14:42 GMT -5
yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by elphie on Mar 20, 2009 20:58:07 GMT -5
OMG you actually like it? cool!
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Post by elphie on Mar 20, 2009 21:20:17 GMT -5
INSTALLMENT THREE: UNTITLED
Behind Mike, the Two Thousand’s scanners whooshed. “I suppose I should at least be cordial.” “That would be a good start,” Mike said, turning to face him. “I am the voice of the Knight Industries Two Thousand’s microprocessor,” he said grudgingly. “K.I.T.T for easy reference. KITT, if you prefer.” “Yeah, the Mustang is called KITT. Knight Industries Three Thousand.” KITT’s scanners whooshed again. “You will not be looking under my hood.” “I’ve seen your blueprints,” Mike told him. “And I’m not that nosy.” “Good to know.” Mike crouched down in front of KITT. “Let’s get something straight here. Dad asked me for help, and I’m not leaving until I find out why. Now I know that you don’t like me—” “I am programmed—” “You’re programmed to cause no harm,” Mike interrupted. “But you can make your own decisions about people.” “I don’t dislike you, Mr. Knight,” KITT said, exasperated. “I am just a bit surprised about the entire situation.” “That makes two of us.” “Okay, Mike,” Michael called. “How about a beer?” “I don’t think so.” Mike went up the porch steps and let the screen door slam behind them as they went into the kitchen. “How about coffee?” “Don’t have any.” “I figured that,” Mike said as he peered into the refrigerator. “Ketchup, beer, and sour milk. Typical bachelor.” Michael plopped down at the kitchen table. “Wanna go out for lunch?” “With our cars? I don’t think so.” “True. So what’ve you been up to?” Michael asked, leaning back in his chair. “You mean, since you introduced yourself at my mom’s funeral and then disappeared off the face of the Earth?” “Uh…Yeah.” Mike grabbed a couple of sodas from the fridge, tossed one to his father, and sat down. “Dr. Graiman asked me to be KITT’s driver, and I accepted.” “Oh, I remember Charles Graiman,” Michael said. “Nice guy. How’s he doing?” “He’s dead,” Mike told him quietly. “The airplane he was on exploded. That’s why I’m here. Sarah said that since I’ve got a father, I should help him out.” “Wow.” He let out a low whistle. “I bet the government dropped you guys, didn’t they?” “You have no idea. They tried to resurrect KARR.” “KARR?!” Michael yelped. “As in Knight Automated Roving Robot? That evil, Darth Vader thing?” “The same on,” Mike confirmed. “It almost killed me and KITT. And it wasn’t a Trans-Am, either.” “Of course not.” Michael took a long pull of his soda. “KITT and I trashed his shell. Too bad we didn’t trash the rest of him.” “He was like a Transformer from hell.” Mike shook his head at the memory. “He had this weird transformation protocol where he turned into a battle-bot. Twenty feet tall, no regard for human life. It was a nightmare.” “How did you kill him?” “We Turbo-Boosted right through his middle and fried his CPU.” Mike stopped and surveyed his father. “Your turn.” “Yeah, I guess I do owe you an explanation,” Michael said. He looked down at his hands. Mike was silent, waiting for the other man to gain the nerve to speak. “You know, kid, I only met you one time,” Michael told him finally. “A few hours after you were born. Then, a week later, I was shot in the face and left for dead. When I woke up, I asked Wilton Knight to hide you both. Dr. Charles Graiman would watch over you. I worked for Knight Industries for a very long time. I made a few friends and a lot of enemies. It was me, Devon, KITT, and Bonnie against the world. But the whole time I was thinking about what I’d left behind—you. When I finally quit, I told Devon I was going to find you. He said it wasn’t a good idea, so I dropped it.” “Why?” Mike asked. “Why didn’t you try to find us?” “Because I thought that you were better off without me.” He gazed out the window. “I tried to relax into a new life, without a bunch of villains and people trying to kill me.” “How’d that work out?” “It didn’t. Devon was killed a few years later, and I got KITT back,” Michael said. “He’s the best friend I’ve ever had, but even he couldn’t help me out when your mother died. I’ve been drinkin’ ever since. I can’t stop, no matter how much I want to.” Mike nodded and finished his soda. “I’m thinking you already know how pissed I am at you for leaving.” “Yeah, I do.” “I only came here because Sarah asked me to,” Mike said. “I wasn’t gonna come at all. And I’ll tell you straight out that I’m still pissed. But my mom loved you once, and she would want me to help you. So that’s what I’m gonna do.”
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Post by elphie on Mar 20, 2009 21:20:52 GMT -5
^^^^ Credit and thanks go to Amy on this one. I was blocked and she talked me through it in chat.
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Post by Firefly on Mar 20, 2009 22:49:27 GMT -5
Thanks Elphie. It is great! Can't wait until the next part!
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Post by elphie on Mar 21, 2009 11:05:15 GMT -5
Aw, that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. The next part is the cars meeting.
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Post by Firefly on Mar 21, 2009 11:56:30 GMT -5
Oh this is gonna be interesting.
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Post by elphie on Mar 21, 2009 12:00:26 GMT -5
I'll post it now. Come into chat, ok?
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Post by elphie on Mar 21, 2009 12:00:49 GMT -5
The two cars stared at each other from across the yard. “So are we going to be civil?” called KITT 2.0. “I supposed we should. Though you should know that I am not at all happy with this arrangement. I was not aware you even existed.” KITT 2.0 started his engine and moved forward so that they were nose-to-nose. “I did not know about you, either.” “You were probably told that I had been dismantled,” KITT 1.0 said grumpily. “I was not aware that I was being replaced, let alone by a Ford.” “Trans-Ams are no longer produced. And I am not insulting your body.” KITT 2.0 paused. “We haven’t been formally introduced. I am the Knight Industries Three Thousand, designed and built by Dr. Charles Graiman. I work with Michael Knight, jr. formally Michael Traceur.” “I am the Knight Industries Two Thousand. I work with Michael Knight, sr.” “I am very pleased to meet you,” KITT 2.0 said earnestly. “Without you, I would not exist, and Mike would never have met his father.” “That is true,” KITT 1.0 admitted. “I heard you say that you have a nano-skin than can transform.” “Yes, I do. Would you like to see?” “Sure. Let’s see what you can do.” KITT 2.0 ran through his algorithms and found the one he wanted. He transformed into Attack Mode. “I can also do several other transformations.” “So it’s going to be ‘mine is bigger than yours,’ is it?” KITT 1.0 said. He started his own engine and transformed into Super Pursuit Mode. “I can play that game. I was built to protect Michael Knight. In turn, he has kept my systems as functional as the day I was activated.” “What is wrong with Michael Knight?” KITT 2.0 asked bluntly. “Wrong? There is nothing wrong with him.” “Yes, there is,” KITT 2.0 insisted. “He contacted Mike. In his message, he asked for help. Why would he need help?” “The only problem that I am aware of is his drinking,” KITT 1.0 told the Mustang defensively. “I have tried to help him, but he will not listen.” KITT 2.0 was quiet, waiting for more. “Why do you want to know?” “Mike requested that I ask you.” “And Michael requested that I ask you about your internal systems,” KITT 1.0 shot back. “Can you Turbo Boost?” “Of course,” KITT 2.0 said. “I can only do it in Attack Mode; however, I can initiate it without instruction from my driver. “Do you have any weapons?” “Several, including guns, missiles, flares, and tranquilizer darts.” “Guns?” KITT 1.0 repeated, incredulous. “My goodness. My readings indicated that you were programmed to do no harm.” “I am.” “Surely you haven’t hurt or killed anyone?” “Yes.” KITT 2.0’s electronic voice was soft. “I killed a man. But I was very sick.” “How sick must you be to bypass your programming?” KITT 1.0 demanded, still in shock. “I was infected with a nano-virus that was literally destroying me from the inside out,” KITT 2.0 informed him flatly. “It was an accident. I was very sick.” “We can discuss the loopholes in your programming later. If you are so much more advanced than I, how was I able to penetrate your firewall to look at your programming?” “Because I let you. Do you still carry classified files?” KITT 2.0 asked. “Why on Earth would you want to know that?” KITT 1.0 was taken aback by the sudden change in subject. “No matter. I won't answer.”
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Post by elphie on Mar 22, 2009 14:18:43 GMT -5
I FINALLY CAME UP WITH A TITLE!! WHOOO!
Prepare yourselves, for the title is..KNIGHT IN DISTRESS
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Post by Firefly on Mar 22, 2009 19:24:37 GMT -5
Sounds good.
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