Chapter 2: Displaced
December 12, 1981: A Newspaper blew in the swirl of air in the Los Angeles City limits. Michael climbed out of the Mustang.
"Did we do it, Partner?" He asked the Artificial Intelligence. "According to satellite imagery, and local news feeds we have arrived a few days before the party. I've tapped into security cameras of the Police Precinct where you were assigned as Michael Arthur Long and you received an assignment as security detail for Wilton Knight's party and military personnel for the celebration of the KARR project even though the body of the vehicle had not been selected as of yet. The military thought to use the prototype to save military lives but in the end the Joint chiefs when presented with the prototype was then brutally killed when the vehicle's primary programming was revealed and the Joint Chiefs were killed when they rejected the Robot. He took it as an insult," KITT said. Michael smiled.
"Was KARR programmed with emotions at that time? I thought you didn't have feelings?" Michael asked.
"I am the Knight Industries Three Thousand. I have no feelings as did both my predecessors but we were programmed to have a basic understanding of what feelings were and the context. KARR at this point in time was a child so how would a child react?" KITT asked. "A child would act out of a sense of protection," Michael said thoughtfully for a minute.
"Let's go stop him. Can we get me in there," Michael asked.
"There is someone we can use to can get you in there," KITT suggested. Michael stared at the vehicle with surprise.
"Who would that be?" He asked his arms folded over his chest. "Your Great-Great-Great Grandfather's name Vladimir Knight. Although there is not much known about him, He lived on the outskirts of Moscow seemingly appearing out of nowhere with alien tech similar to what the drifter who encountered Elizabeth Knight, "KITT said.
"What year did he appear in Moscow?" Michael asked. "1919, after WWI. there were rumors of a meteor strike near Moscow but that was unconfirmed as Soviet society kept their news media closed," KITT said. Michael then leaned in to see an old Russian Newspaper from the 1920's translated into English telling of a man calling himself Vladimir Zod appearing in a Russian suburb and then a year later an image of the same man appeared calling himself Vladimir Knight requesting transport to America on the HUD.
"So, you want me to masquerade as my Great-Great-Great Grandfather?" Michael asked. KITT replied, "No, Michael. Just use his name. You could claim to be an envoy from Moscow coming to seek technology that Wilton is building,"
Michael climbed in and pressed the Normal Cruise Mode and that came up on the HUD. they were off.
Knight Estate-Michael pulled up, his fake ID ready and his cover Identity already programmed into the Knight Industries database. He smiled at the guard. "Only guests on the list allowed," The guard cautioned him. Michael then heard a familiar voice from behind the man. It was his own voice. The Voice of Michael Long. He nodded at the bouncer. "It's okay. He's on the list I checked earlier this morning when I got here," Michael Long said. The bouncer waved him through.
"Thank you," Michael said. His younger self shook the man's hand.
"You're not Russian?" Michael asked, surprised. Michael smiled. "No sir. Vladimir was my great-Great-Great grandfather's name and the name was passed on," Michael said. The two men walked toward the Estate.
The Site of the future Knight Museum of Technology: Randy Merritt stared at the image of the drones he had appropriated from 2015 which were flying over Knight Estate. He wasn't the only one though. His wife, the former April Curtis looked at the two men on the screen.
"What now? He'll discover what we're going to do. Him and that damn car," April said. Randy smiled.
"Then we separate him from KITT," Randy said, as he walked over to the time displacement device and keyed in the year 1920. They then saw on the monitor, Michael Knight disappeared…
To Be Continued…
