This is a crossover between the Interactive Fiction Game, A Mind Forever Voyaging, and Knight Rider. Really, you only need to be familiar with Knight Rider to enjoy this story. I do not own the rights to either, Infocom (now Activison) owns AMFV, and Glen A. Larson, KR.

A Mind Forever Voyaging
Rated: PG

Perry Simm figured it was worth a shot. A little bit of frantic computer research led him to FLAG. A little bit more and his hopes soared as he read about the work the foundation was able to accomplish.
The police hadn't been any help. They plainly hadn't believed a word he had said, even with Dr. Perelman right there backing up everything he told them. Perry honestly didn't know where else they could turn. Perelman was obviously close to giving up, and Perry could see that the defeat was crushing him.
He sat down and typed a letter. Oh, he knew he was leaving out significant details, and a pang of guilt made him momentarily pause and glance over what he had written. Perry sighed and made preparations to send the letter to FLAG.
For the same reasons his word held no value with the police, he couldn't go into anymore detail. He'd explain it all to them when they arrived…or Dr. Perelman would.
He only hoped…and prayed that his pleas would be heard.
Senator Ryder was no small fish after all.

"Have you ever heard of the PRISM project?" Devon asked, a week later when Michael entered his office.
"No…should I?"
Devon sighed. "It was started around the same time Wilton Knight set about developing KARR."
"Ah?"
"Dr. Abe Perelman was a good friend of Wilton. They had similar interests…Wilton would have liked to have had Perelman work for him; but he had his own project."
"This…PRISM?"
"Quite. His goal was to make a computer that was nearly human."
"Like Kitt?"
"No…not exactly." Devon paused. "He wanted a computer that thought like a human. An AI that would be able to make choices in the same manner your or I would. Instead of thinking like a computer, that is to say, making logical choices based on heaps of information…Perelman wanted a machine that could be fallible in its decisions."
Michael felt dumbfounded. "But…why? More importantly, how?"
"Constant sensory bombardment…an AI living in a simulation where they were human…never knowing the true nature of its existence."
"That doesn't seem right…how on earth would it react finding out that he or she isn't human? That their whole life was a lie?"
"I have no idea, Michael, but I do share your sentiments. I have no idea if the project was a success or not, but we did just receive a letter from a Perry Simm who works for Dr. Perelman. His letter is rather vague, but he suggests that the project is in danger."
Michael cracked his knuckles and smiled. "So, where are we off to?"
"Rockvil, South Dakota."

"Dr. Perelman, Ryder is on the phone. He sounds ticked." A technician nervously poked her head into Perelman's office. "Line one."

Perelman sighed and answered the phone. "Yes, Senator?"

"Have the problems been worked out yet?" The voice was curt and precise.

" I've told you before there aren't any problems. PRISM gave us the data we requested. It isn't our fault you don't like the results."

There was a deadly pause on the other end. "I'd watch my tone if I were you, Doctor. Remember who pays the electric bills for that monstrosity of yours."

"Grants." Perleman spat into the phone. He wasn't about to give the wretched man a moment of gratitude. Ryder had nearly cost him PRISM once.

"That I helped you obtain." The senator's voice took on a strident tone. "I want to see further data. My plan for National Purpose is my platform for when I accept my party's nomination to run for the presidency. I don't care if that worthless hunk of silicon you call a computer found the simulations disturbing, I want further information! Either you prepare PRISM for additional simulations or I swear I'll----"

The senator's voice was cut off by a horrible earsplitting electronic trill. Perelman had seen it coming and had the handset away from his ear when it occurred. Due to the amount of frenzied cursing coming from the other end, it was obvious the senator had not done the same. Perelman quickly hung up the phone and cast a glare at the far wall.

"That wasn't funny PRISM."

The communication port was dark, and he doubted that PRISM had heard him. Seeing this Perelman allowed himself the slightest of smiles.

"Not horribly funny at any rate."

"You know what, Kitt?"

"What Michael?"

"There is absolutely nothing….in South Dakota." Michael sighed with relief as they passed the city limits and drove into Rockvil. "I'll be glad to get to the complex…something to look at and walk around a bit."

"For you maybe. Meanwhile, I'll sit in some desolate parking lot. Alone. As usual."

"Cheer up, maybe you can strike up a conversation with PRISM." Michael suggested half-joking.

"If PRISM is sophisticated enough….seems rather unlikely."

"Ah, here we are. This must be the place….razor wire and guards. Cheery little place, Dr. Perelman et al have here." Michael rolled down the window a security guard approached.

"ID, please?" The guard asked politely. "We aren't expecting any visitors today."

"Ah, yes…I'm here to see Dr. Perelman. One of his staff wrote to---"

The guard held up his hand. "Say no more. If you heard from Perelman, he more than likely forgot about informing us underlings about it. Actually, he might have forgotten about it himself." The guard tapped his temple. "He's a little bit whacked. Spent way too much time around PRISM if you ask me."

Michael smiled politely as the guard moved to open the gate.