Mike got into the shiny black Mustang and the door shut behind him. Then it squealed away, 0 to 80 in 3 seconds.
"Kitt, take me to 180 Cherry Dr.," he said, as the car sped even faster down the highway. The sun beat on Kitt, and he changed his color to a light silver in order to absorb the least amount of heat as possible.
"Affirmative," Kitt replied. Mike leaned back in the leather seat, relaxing his tight muscles. It had been a long day, and Kitt's front touch screen showed it was only half over. What hadn't he been through today? From saving his girlfriend to losing her, and now back to trying to save her. How could the day possibly go on any longer?
"We shall arrive in one hour and thirty eight minutes while traveling at the top speed of 260 mph. According to my internal calculations, Sarah is at the hotel there," Kitt explained, speeding up to pass a tiny blue Ford Explorer.
"Good. Wake me up when we get there," Mike replied, yawning.
"No problem." The gentle drone of the engine lulled Mike into a light sleep and he dreamt about the past events. The bank robbery, the abduction of his girlfriend…
Kitt swerved around yet another vehicle at over 200 mph, causing Mike to wake suddenly. "Don't worry. We still have another 46 minutes and 12 seconds before we arrive."
"Yeah, maybe I could sleep a little better if we weren't driving so erractically," he replied, rubbing his eyelids and turning to face towards the window. Kitt directed his right mirror so that the light of the sun reflected off of it and straight onto Mike's face. "Hey! Cut it out!"
"You dropped a bag of chips on the floor. You wouldn't like it if I dropped food on you," Kitt replied, his screen showing a display of a stick figure man throwing trash over his shoulder with a red slash through it.
"Ugh, you're so picky!" Mike said, cleaning up the chips and putting it away in his backpack. "Now let me get some sleep."
"Affirmative," Kitt replied, accelerating. He had been driving quite safely and he wondered why Mike was complaining about it. It wasn't like he'd crash. How could he? He was a supercar…