It was then that it hit me. KARR had signaled me that the other car and Michael had arrived, but obviously he had to leave in quite a hurry. I swallowed, a small lump growing in my throat. Had he really left?

"Hey, you okay?" Michael asked, looking concerned. I looked up at him, and then I realized that I was crying.

"I-I'm fine." I stammered, brushing my sleeve across my face.

"Here." He said, handing me my lemonade and chips.

I accepted them gratefully, smiling at him slightly. "Thanks."

He waved a hand in the air as if it was nothing. "It's okay. Do you live around here?" It was such a trivial question, but I hesitated.

"I'm not from around here." I disclosed that much little information, hoping that would keep him satisfied.

"Oh? Where are you from?" He asked.

I smirked. "You really think that I would tell you where I live? I have no idea who you are; you haven't even told me your last name. It's okay, though, I'm just going to hang out with my friends. They're in the neighborhood, I'm sure I'll run into them."

"You haven't told me your last name either." He looked out the window. "It's still raining. Would you like a lift?"

I shook my head, although an idea was occurring to me. "No, it's fine… Although… do you think I could take a look at your car?" I smiled bashfully and attempted to explain. "You see, my father-" Here I go with the lies, I thought, "-he used to work on cars."

"Oh really?" His interest perked. "What type of cars?"

"I don't know." I admitted. "I never knew, I just know he worked on them, that's all."

"Come outside then." He said, leading me outside. He swept an arm at the black Trans Am. I sucked in my breath. It looked exactly like KARR, although I knew it wasn't.

"So sleek…" I said, pretending to be in awe. "Can it go very fast?"

He smirked, leaning against the hood. "Oh yes. He can go extremely fast… In fact, I'm sure he'd love to show off."

"Him?" I echoed. "It's a he?" Then I bowed to the car. "My apologies, car. I did not know you had a personality."

"You can stop bowing to me, this isn't a martial arts class." Amusement was evident in the tone. I skittered away, behind Michael.

"He talks?!" I exclaimed, peering out.

"Yes, I thought you knew that." He said. "In fact, I thought you knew you are wearing a comlink."

"I'm wearing a what?" I asked. "What on earth is a comlink?"

"A comlink is a communication device used to communicate with a car such as me. It's very rare. Where did you get it?" The car asked.

"Woah, one question at a time." I chuckled. "First of all, do you have a name or something that I can address you by? I don't really prefer to refer to someone as 'he'."

"You can call me KITT. So, where did you get the comlink?" He pressed.

"I got it from a friend of mine, he had it first. I don't know where he got it. If it's rare, is it valuable?" I asked, pretending to raise my wrist to my face and examine it closely.

"Not really…" KITT was silent, and Michael was as well. I leaned closer and looked in the window. I breathed out in awe.

"Wow, what a cool dash." I murmured, the rain still drizzling down. The longer I could distract them, the longer KARR could get away.

"Thank you." KITT said, and his voice was prideful. Obviously he was quite proud of himself. "It does a lot of things, including enabling me to speak."

"Ah, a voice modulator?" I nodded. "Makes perfect sense, now that I think about it."

"How do you know all this?" Michael interjected.

I glared at him indignantly. "Hey, I'm having a conversation with your car here! It's rude just to butt into a conversation." I tried to soften my tone and puffed up my chest, drawing myself up. "I learned quite a bit about computers, CPUs, etc.… I enjoyed it immensely, but I didn't do it for a long time, so I'm not as advanced as those who finished the course."

"You took a course about computers?" KITT and Michael asked at the same time.

I nodded. "Indeed I did. I was unable to finish it though, due to the fact that I didn't have all the money. I do wish that I was able to finish it though, I found it fascinating. Technology is very advanced nowadays."

"What a shame you were unable to finish it. Where did you take it?" Michael asked, although I knew he was just trying to get more information.

"I don't remember… I think I took it at a library." I said, scratching my head. Michael looked puzzled, and KITT was silent.

"You took it at a library?" He asked, confusion evident in his voice, although he tried to mask it with amusement.

"I don't really remember."

KITT spoke. "I scanned my databanks and I know nothing of any libraries offering any computer classes."

I pretended to be thrilled. "You have databanks? That's awesome! So you can remember things then too, right?"

"Yes, I can. I have an infinite memory bank." KITT responded vaguely. I smiled, although in truth I was really thinking. That means… that neither of them would forget… My heart dropped. How could I let them fight? They could be brothers… KITT didn't really seem to want to destroy anyone.

"KITT? I have a question."

"You realize you just asked one, though, Quinn?"

"Yes, yes, I do. So do you have any special programming?"

He was pleased as well as surprised. "Yes, I do. I have programming that dominates, telling me not to kill or harm any human life. Which is unlike KARR, the prototype, that had self-preservation programming. KARR is ruthless because of the subtle change in programming." He paused. "He's very dangerous. Please, if you see another car like me, stay out of his path. It's the only way for you to stay alive."

"KITT!" Michael said sharply before turning to me. "I'm sorry, please don't get scared. KARR killed someone, that's all, and he's on the loose, so we're tracking him down."

"Oh? Are you close to capturing KARR?" I asked, genuinely curious.

He shook his head. "No, no. We're tracking him down, but we've lost him." He seemed to realized his mistake quickly though, and corrected himself. "But don't worry, we'll get him." He smiled reassuringly at me. "So, are you sure you don't want a ride?"

"I'm positive. Thanks for the offer though." I said.

"Michael, we should probably get going." KITT interjected.

"Not now, buddy." Michael muttered, waving a hand at his car. I almost laughed. KITT and Michael were the perfect duo; together they were hilarious.


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