Michael, what are we doing?
Michael glanced down at the black Trans AM. The pair were standing in the garage of Michael's home on the Foundation's sprawling grounds, door open for them to see the world. As to the activity itself—
"Watching the snow, KITT," Michael replied between sips of coffee.
Michael and KITT watched the snow that was beginning to blanket the ground. After a moment, KITT spoke again: May I ask why?
"How often do we see snow in our part of the world, KITT?" Michael replied, waving his coffee mug at the scene before them.
Allow me to clarify, KITT said after a moment of thought. To what emotional end does this form of weather watching serve?
How could Michael explain the simple joys he associated with snow—sledding, snowball fights, school cancellations, Christmas? "It'd take a long time to explain," he said with a slight chuckle.
I have all the time in the world, Michael, KITT replied. However, I'd suggest you get in. The driver side door popped open. It's cold and that coffee won't be enough to keep you warm.
Michael smiled gratefully as he crossed to the driver's side and settled in the seat. "Thanks, KITT."
My pleasure, Michael. There was a sincerity in KITT's voice modulator that Michael knew was reserved strictly for him. Now, back to the original query…
Michael chuckled again, setting his coffee mug on the dash. "What did you want to know?"
Whatever means the most to you, Michael.
