Rain
It was one of those nights. A night of cold, dark heavy rain - the kind that came down in thick, heavy sheets. It beat hard against the simplistic tin overhang above him. Rain dripped down from the edges, splashing onto the concrete and mingling with the oil that dripped from beneath him. Dark black blood leaked from him, mixing with the rainwater, washing it away. If he moved into the rain, would it wash his pain away as well? Michael was oblivious to any of this, up in yet another hotel room with yet another woman. He too, was attempting to drown his pain, pain of a love lost, a love that could never be reclaimed. The leaking had started earlier, after Michael had gone in with…the woman. KITT could not recall her name. He hadn't been paying much attention, to what it was, and it didn't matter anyway. She would be nothing more than a name on a list by the mission's end.
Starting his engine softly, the black Trans Am moved out of the overhang where his driver had parked him, and into the hard rain. It beat down on him with all of nature's fury, the sound of it slamming against this metal shell, his "body" was enormous, yet….he didn't feel it. He couldn't feel anything. Oftentimes he wished he could feel something, anything at all. Pain, pleasure, pressure, anything. He let out a scream. Far beyond the range of human hearing, he screamed a single phrase.
"Why am I so alone!"