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Post by elphie on Mar 24, 2009 12:49:52 GMT -5
Amy, the fanfic is AWESOME. jet lag –noun a temporary disruption of the body's normal biological rhythms after high-speed air travel through several time zones.
Also, jetlag.
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Origin: 1965–70
Related forms:
jet-lagged, adjective
And for all who read this: NO I DON'T KNOW WHEN THEY'RE COMING BACK
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Post by Firefly on Mar 24, 2009 12:56:29 GMT -5
I wish they'd have been back weeks ago. I miss KITT and telling him I love him.
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Post by elphie on Mar 24, 2009 13:05:43 GMT -5
Mike got out of the car and went over to the Trans-Am. “You can get out now, Dad.” KITT 1.0 let out a lion growl through his sound system. “KITT, knock it off,” Michael order, getting out of the car. “That my son!” Something in the way he said it caused Mike to stop short. Behind the reprimand, there was a curious softness in his voice that added emphasis to the word. Like he had finally realized what it meant. “I’m sorry, Michael,” KITT 1.0 said. “I suppose I am used to it being just the two of us. And I’m used to being the only supercar in the world." “That is not my fault,” KITT 2.0 called across the yard. “I was told that you were dismantled.” “Oh, no,” Michael muttered. “Wrong thing to say.” “I have already been dismantled once!” KITT 1.0 said hotly. “It hurts more than you could possible imagine!” “I have, too!” KITT 2.0 snapped. “I had my chip removed and placed in KARR!” KITT 1.0 was silent for a moment. “You win.” “You know,” Michael said to his car, “I’d put you in the garage, but you’d just bust out.” “Yes, I would.” Mike rolled his eyes at the byplay. “We should go out for supper. You don’t have any food in the house, and I sure as hell can’t cook anyway.” “I’ve got food!” “Cereal and beer do not count.” “Well, then I guess you’re right.” Michael thought for a second. “Pizza?” “Sounds good,” Mike agreed. “I like mine large and loaded. No little fishies.” “Yeah, me too. Must be hereditary.” “There’s just one problem…which car?” “Me,” both KITTs insisted. “Really?” Mike grimaced. “Is that pizza place within walking distance?” “’Fraid not,” Michael said apologetically. “We could switch.” “Michael, no!” KITT protested into Mike’s earwig. “I am highly classified material!” “KITT, get over it,” Mike hissed. “Or I’ll have Sarah program the argument right out of you.” “You wouldn’t!” “Try me.” “I’d rather not,” KITT said, and fell silent. KITT 1.0 spoke up. “Since I have no programmer, I can safely assure you, Mike, that you will not be driving me.” The two men exchanged a glance. “This is going to be a problem,” Michael said, glaring at his car. “Definitely.” Michael stood directly in front of KITT 1.0, placed both hands on his hood, and leaned forward. “KITT, if you don’t let Mike in, so help me, I will take you through valet parking.” There was a pause. “You wouldn’t.” “Try me.” After another pause, the driver’s side door swung open hesitantly. Mike turned to the other car. “KITT?” “Oh, all right.” KITT 2.0 opened his own door. “But I expect a full Simonize in return.”
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Post by Firefly on Mar 24, 2009 13:24:24 GMT -5
Sounds good. except, what is Simonize?
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Post by elphie on Mar 24, 2009 13:25:00 GMT -5
Car wash.
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Post by Firefly on Mar 24, 2009 13:26:11 GMT -5
oh ok. Thanks!!
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Post by elphie on Mar 24, 2009 13:42:56 GMT -5
no problem.
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Post by Firefly on Mar 24, 2009 13:54:24 GMT -5
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Post by elphie on Mar 25, 2009 11:57:45 GMT -5
I might be able to post something today, if I get it typed up.
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Post by Firefly on Mar 25, 2009 12:31:14 GMT -5
cool. I have a redo on my fanfic again, just I cna't do it today. Doc appointment. *sarcasm* Yay me.
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Post by elphie on Mar 25, 2009 12:50:56 GMT -5
Yeah, I go tomorrow. They're gonna to a bunch of blood tests. I have to fast for twelve hours, and then they're gonna make me drink some nasty glucose liquid. I fully expect to throw it up.
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Post by Cloris on Mar 25, 2009 13:01:23 GMT -5
oops blood tests, poor elphie...
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Post by elphie on Mar 25, 2009 14:19:47 GMT -5
Yeah, so I might not be online at all on thursday, and until late on friday. We also have to go clothes shopping. I hate shopping. I have to buy new sneakers, too.
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Post by elphie on Mar 25, 2009 18:39:51 GMT -5
The pizza place was a cramped little hole-in-the-wall. The booths were dark wood, and the drinks were served in mason jars. The whole place smelled of garlic. They ordered a large pizza. When it came, it was thin-crusted, and loaded with sauce, hot cheese, onions, pepperoni, sausage, green peppers and grease. It smelled like heaven. “d**n, you were right.” Mike spoke around a mouthful of pizza. “This is really good.” “Yep.” Michael finished his beer. He’d ordered a pint of Miller Light when they first arrived despite his son’s protestations. “Best slice in town. Well, it’s the only slice in town, but it’s still the best. By the way, I meant to tell you—your car’s a smartass. “Yeah, well, so’s yours.” Mike smiled at KITT’s grumblings in his earwig. “He said I was an arrogant, presumptuous little whippersnapper, and threatened to eject me.” Michael laughed loudly. “And yours said that after all I’d done to you, he should gas me on your behalf.” “Be glad he didn’t. And be glad he didn’t use his EMP on the Trans-Am.” “My KITT is kind of a like a grumpy old man,” Michael admitted. “His AI is still advancing, and I’m the only one he hangs around, so…” “So he’s turning into you.” “Pretty much.” They chatted for a while longer, but it was soon clear that Michael was aiming to get drunk. Mike knew that there was no way to stop him, so he sat silently through the first three beers. But on the fourth he said, “Come one, man, stop. Let’s head back. You don’t need another beer.” “If I want another d**n beer, I’ll have one!” Michael growled. “Leave, if that’s what you want to do. KITT’ll take me home.” “Yeah, he will,” Mike said through gritted teeth as he got up to leave. “I’ll meet you at the house. We leave first thing in the morning.” he stopped and looked down at his father. “I expected more of you. Guess I was wrong.” He left quickly and strode straight across the parking lot to KITT 1.0. “Where is Michael?” the car demanded. “Getting himself drunk,” Mike informed him shortly. “He won’t listen to me. I need you to take care of him, okay? Don’t let him drive, and don’t take him to any more bars. Crash through the wall to get him, if you have to. You with me?” “Yes, Mike, I am,” KITT 1.0 agreed. “I’ll lock him in if I have to.” “Good. See you tomorrow.” KITT 2.0 started his engine as Mike approached. “What would you like to do?” “Let’s go back to the house. You mind driving?” “Of course not,” KITT replied amiably. “Though I never though I would see the day that you weren’t in the mood to drive.” “Yeah, I know. I’m just kinda bummed right now.” “My bio-sensing matrix also indicates that you are very tired.” KITT pulled out of the parking lot. “Are you all right?” “I will be,” Mike yawned. “Just a lot of crap for one day, you know?” “Yes, Michael. I know.” “KITT…what do you think about this whole mess?” “I am unable to understand your relationship with you father,” KITT admitted. “It is very complex. It does not match anything in my database.” “Come to think of it, I probably wouldn’t explain it if I tried.” KITT stopped at a red light. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like me to take you to a hotel?” “Yeah, I’m sure. I want to keep an eye on him when he gets home. He’s gonna be pretty drunk.” Mike was silent for the rest of the ride, gazing out into the darkness as houses and trees whipped past them. Streetlights and stop signs gave way to fields. He put his head back and closed his eyes, only to open them when they reached the bumpy, pothole-ridden lane up to Michael's house. “This gravel is quite uncomfortable,” KITT said grumpily. “I’ll have to see if Sarah can improve my nano-skin so I can’t feel it.” “Just be glad it’s not hailing,” Mike pointed out. “I prefer not to think about hail, Michael.” He stopped in front of the house. “Your father has not returned yet.” Lighting crackled across the sky. Thunder boomed a few seconds later. Mike cursed. “It’s gonna rain. I hate water.” A moment later, a deluge of rain fell like someone had turned on a faucet. “KITT, can you tell if the door’s locked?” “No, I cannot.” “Great,” Mike mumbled. He hunched down into his leather jacket. “I’ll go check.” He jogged through the pounding rain across the yard, and up to the porch steps for the front door. It was locked. “d**n. I didn’t even bring a lock pick.” “Would you like me to eliminate the door with my laser?” KITT asked helpfully. “Overkill, dude. But thanks anyway.” Soaked to the skin, Mike headed back to the car. “You know, the label on this jacket says it’s waterproof.” “Isn’t it?” “Not even close. It’s not very warm, either.” “Michael, would mind putting that wet jacket in the trunk? I am only waterproof on my exterior.” “Sure. I’m drenched anyway.” Mike stripped off the cold leather and dropped the whole sopping mess into the trunk. He climbed into the front seat, shivering. “Are you cold, Michael?” “Freezing.” KITT switched on the seat warmer and turned on the heat. Mike placed his hands in front of the heating vent. “I hate being cold.” “I though you hated water,” KITT said impishly. “KITT?” “Yes, Michael?” “Shut up.” “Don’t antagonize the car,” Sarah said as the chat screen came up. “Anything new?” Mike shook his head. “Nope. We went out for pizza and he started getting drunk, so I bailed. We're just going to wait for the other KITT to bring him back here.” Sarah gave a sarcastic smile. “Great.” “No kidding.” “Mike, we need you to bring KITT 1.0 to the SSC.” “I know.” “No, you don’t,” Sarah said impatiently. “Billy dug through the old FLAG files. When KITT 1.0 was decommissioned, they scrapped his body, but kept his CPU intact. The files weren’t deleted. We couldn’t find out any specifics, but there’s a ton of stuff on that hard drive. You have to bring him here so we can link him up and find out what he’s carrying.” Mike sighed, and his words were slurred with exhaustion. “Yeah, I’ll get right on that. One more thing to look forward to.” Sarah frowned. “KITT, is Mike okay?” “He is fine,” KITT put in as Mike yawned. “He is just fatigued.” “You’re the one who woke me at three in the frickin’ morning,” Mike reminded him. “Aww, poor Mike.” Sarah smiled at him. “You are just too cute. KITT, take care of him.” “I will, Sarah.” She cut the connection. “KITT, do you mind if I just sleep here tonight?” Mike asked with another huge yawn. “Of course not,” KITT said in surprise. “Why would I?” “Just thought I’d be polite for a change.” “Your gesture of courtesy is appreciated.” KITT popped open his glove compartment and revealed a polartec blanket and fluffy travel pillow. “I thought you might need these. I had Zoë pack them.” “You are one in a million, pal.” Mike grabbed the pillow and blanket and snuggled down. “Thanks.” “You’re welcome.” KITT slowly tipped the seat back until it was flat. “Good night, Michael.” “Good night, KITT.”
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Post by Firefly on Mar 26, 2009 9:18:55 GMT -5
That is great Elphie!
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