In the lonely darkness of the Earth, a red light flickered into life, its blazing red scorching the darkness around it into nothing. The crimson light it provided, revealed one of the lasting pieces of evidence that the planet had ever been inhabited… a 1980s black Trans-Am. Shadows of terror were cast on the dust and rubble that littered the ground, presumably from a warehouse or storage facility, long since destroyed.
Dust from the building, and from many years of storage, painted a thick layer over what had once been a proud black paint, a clear sign of having been forgotten over time. If there was anyone left to look into the window of this car, they would have seen a dashboard covered in a myriad of buttons, a random collection of which were lit like constellations in the sky. But nobody would ever realise that the car was the legendary Knight Industries Two Thousand, or Kitt as he was known. The final symbol of The Foundation.
Kitt scanned his surroundings, which caused him a great deal of confusion. He had no knowledge of where he was, or what had happened to cause the mountains of rubble as far as his scanners could see. The last memory he had saved was of him being shut down, for The Foundation had been shut down, and they no longer had the resources to maintain him. That was essentially the day he had 'died', as he had no knowledge of anything that had happened after.
The 'Autocruise' light flashed on, and Kitt rolled forwards, manoeuvring around the giant stacks of rubble, and scanning for any sign of life. He may have been deactivated, but his primary function was still the preservation of human life, and if it was, as he thought at the time, an explosion, then there may be injured people in need of help. Much to his surprise, he was unable to detect anyone.
Confused, Kitt travelled down empty streets, hoping to find any sign of life further away, but still he found nothing. On every street he turned onto, more destruction was revealed, and the more Kitt realised that the crisis was not just limited to where he had once been stored. It had an effect on at least half of the city, and as the sun set the sky alight in its debut for the day, Kitt had determined that, in the city, there was nobody left. Not even one person was still among the wreckage. In many of the mountains of rubble, he could detect human remains, which lead him to believe that whatever event that had occurred had happened some time ago. There was no sign of life anywhere, and if Kitt didn't know better, he would have categorised this as a ghost town.
Kitt drove through city after city, only to find each one in a similar state to the one before it. Day after day, the same picture of destruction, gradually bringing any hope that Kitt had to rest. Eventually, Kitt had reached the other coast, and now had to accept that he was the sole survivor of what could only be described as the apocalypse, although what exactly that entailed was unknown to him, but then, the exact cause was of no consequence to. Humanity was dead, and he was alone, his primary function made redundant. What use would the Knight Industries Two Thousand have in a world of ruins?
In a last effort, Kitt scanned through international frequencies, only to receive static with each and every one. As his final hope drained away, the scanner light slowly flickered and faded into nothingness, and with it, the final legacy of The Foundation turned to dust.
AN: I thought I would try writing something different. What did you think? Let me know by writing a review. :-)
