Well, I've opted to continue this story. Many Thanks to Darth Krande, earthling70 and BuckleWinner for their comments and requests to continue with this. I'll try to keep the rest of it at the same level as the first chapter.

Disclaimer: Knight Rider and characters are copyrighted to their respective owners. I'm just borrowing them with no intent of making money from this story.

Chapter Two

The following morning, the rains had ended. The storm having moved further inland, and while a few grey clouds hung overhead still, they held on to their water. This early in the day, the City had yet to wake up fully. There was however, one exception. Waking from his fitful, nightmare filled sleep, Kitt slowly powered up his systems, taking his time, to conserve his energy - since despite his unparalleled efficiency - he had to be careful with his usage since he was now forced to steal what he needed to continue functioning. This was not something he liked. Truth be told, he despised this existence he was forced into. But the alternative, termination, appealed to him even less.

Like all life forms, he did not want to die.

A few minutes later, and a self diagnostics revealed all systems working within margins, and he was fit to move. The only question being where. He couldn't access government satellites anymore, as doing so would leave him open to detection, forcing him to rely on commercial satellites to plot his route and avoid certain agencies searching for him. Not the best means, but the only one open to him. Once he had determined his direction of travel, he raised himself into a standing position, then folded down into the form of a black Ford Shelby Mustang 500 KR, with dual thick silver stripes running down the middle, and double red scanners set on the top of his hood, fired up his engine, and set off.

He slowly drove himself away from the dilapidated warehouse, through the ruined buildings, and onto the roads of LA. This was the part of the city that held the dredges of society. The homeless, the poor, the hardened criminals, the underworld.

'Strangely fitting that I fall into all of the above categories' Kitt mused to himself, chuckling to himself darkly, humourlessly, as he did so. And, for the most part, it was true. He was without a home, without resources, wanted by the authorities and currently living below the radar.

He took in his surroundings. The few awake and able to see him clearly surprised that such a good-looking, new car would be in this part of the city, he paid them no mind, the fewer that knew him the better. It took him about an hour to travel to the leafier, considerably more upmarket regions, where at least he didn't stick out so glaringly. It hadn't been that many miles he travelled, and yet, the difference had been immense. Here, the roads were well kept, the buildings were in one piece - and stylistically speaking, rather good. And the people here, they had real money to spend, and real lives to live. This served to heighten Kitt's sense of loneliness. Here he was, looking as though he fit in with this part of the world. But, self-loathingly, he knew. He knew the truth all too well. He did not belong here, he did not belong anywhere. This, was a world built around humans and for humans, he was a machine, a computer, intelligent through artificial means. This was not a world meant for him.

It galled Kitt to admit it, but that was the simple truth of it.

A small amount of washer fluid leaked out of him, to cover it, he turned them on properly to give the illusion of just cleaning his windshield to passer-bys. That done, he viewed the area he was driving through, the day had begun for the residents of this area now, and a sizable number were moving around. Some to work, others for breakfast, a few children to school, all getting on with their own lives. He watched in sadness and more than a little of the jealousy he had developed in recent weeks, that they could live like this, in comfort and security while he was lucky to have a life at all.

He thought back to that night, the one where his life changed, completely and irrevocably. He hadn't been able to stop him before. His old programming barred him from doing what he had needed to do. Finally, he had been unable to take it anymore, he knew the risk was immense, however, at that point, he really didn't care. He was going to stop him any, way, he, could. He had reached inside himself, finding the programme protocols that forbade him from taking human life. And ripped it all out. Violently. Before proceeding to upgrade himself to enhance his offensive capabilities. Then he had made the bastard pay.

At the time, he had convinced himself of the necessity of his actions. Who knows how many would have perished if he hadn't done what he had done. But the price. The price had been, and still was crushingly steep. He had betrayed the trust of so many, so many he once called friends. Michael Knight, Sarah Graiman, Billy Morgan, Zoƫ Chae, Carrie Rivera, Doctor Charles Graiman, even Alex Torres. This train of thought took him to something that had seen a while back, during Halloween, when his Self-Destruct programme had been activated. When he had first learned about his predecessor, Karr, the Knight Auto-Cybernetic Roving Robotic-Exoskeleton.

He began to wonder. Is this what Karr had gone through? Had he felt this pain before his shutdown following his own self-programming? He didn't have all the files, some were restricted, even to him, and he couldn't risk attempting to access them, knowing if he did, they would find him and destroy him.

Which put him at a loss. The only other one who could understand him was gone, and even if he could revive him, Kitt lacked the means to achieve such a goal. Leaving him right back at where he started. Completely, and utterly, on his own.

'Why must I live like this?' His entire frame shuddered in fear, and again, the washer fluid squirted out on its own.

"I don't want to be alone anymore."

He failed to realise until much later that he had spoken his thoughts out loud.

Right next to Billy Morgan.

AN: Another chapter meaning it's no longer a one-shot, but a real proper sized story in the works. Don't forget to review! ^_^