Tow truck. Kitt hated the things, but made no move to stop the man from
hooking up the cables and pulling him onto the loft of the truck. He knew
where the truck was headed, police impound. He had once remarked to Michael
on just why he hated the impounds. He had said that he didn't like being in
a place filled with criminal types, with bullet holes. "Just as well" he
thought, "I've killed I'm no better then the others at the impound." The
truck rounded a corner and pulled up to the gates of the local police
impound. The driver leaned out the window and gave a short holler. "I've
got another one! Come on Jim, open up so I can get home, weekend waits for
no man!" A short stocky man lumbered out to meet the driver. "You sure you
haven't swiped some rich guy's car Ed? That one looks mighty fine to be in
here." Ed gave a snort and drove through the now open gates. He pulled up
to an empty spot and skilfully deposited Kitt down. "Andy found it
abandoned right outside town. Yeah, she's pretty, owner probably just ran
out of gas. Bet he'll be mighty pissed to find that this beauty isn't where
he left her!" The two men laughed and Ed climbed into the cab. Jim let his
friend out and walked back to his "office" settling down with his coffee
and magazine. Kitt had been left in the far side of the lot. He was not in
direct sight of the security guard so Jim did not see the scanner come on.
Officer Montgomery walked into the ladies locker room at the station after her shift that day. She had written the reports, or should she have said report, of yet another dull day at the office. She had also tried to type them into the computer, but the damn thing was having another nervous breakdown and as it was Friday evening the computer expert was no longer there. Oh well she decided, just as well. It'll be up on Monday. As she changed into civilian clothes and hung her uniform in her locker she thought about her slow month. Slow was good wasn't it? In the cop world, it meant everybody was behaving themselves. Still Andrea was longing for something - anything - interesting to happen! Her thoughts turned to the TA she had found that day, her only report. She frowned to herself. What was it about that car? It had almost felt alive when she touched it. Stopping for a minute to organize her thoughts she made a quick decision. She walked briskly to the bus stop and caught the next bus going in the direct opposite direction from her home.
"Code 159357 alpha 3 sent .. access gran..DENIDED!" Bonnie signed. She had been trying to contact Kitt for hours now. She had tried old codes and new codes, codes Kitt knew and codes Kitt wasn't supposed to know. Yet all of them had either proven worthless or had been blocked at the source. Even when they almost got through she had had no luck locking on to the position of Kitt. That code had been her last possibility. For one of the few times in her life Bonnie was completely helpless to help one of the most important individuals in her life. Kitt was a computer she admitted to herself. He had grown beyond simple programming. Even though Bonnie was in expert in computer science she knew that when it came to fighting Kitt with her computer, Kitt would always win. She turned around and walked over to the sofa and almost fell into it. How was she going to tell Devon and Michael that she could do no more? Only if Kitt was sighted somewhere was she going to know where to find him. With that though Bonnie fell asleep.
Andrea walked up to the rusty gate that lead into the Nashville police impound. She rattled it. "Jim, Jim! Hey, are you sleeping on the job? Let me in, well ye!" The older, heavier man walked up to the gate. "Hey Andy! Long time no see." He fished around his fully loaded pockets until he came up with a key and opened the gate. "What's up? Hey, I've got some real classics this time." Jim knew Andrea's passion for cars. Sometimes she would come to the lot and just stare at the cars. Other times she would bring her camera and snap detail shots. Andrea waved off Jim's almost non- stoppable chatter. "I'm here on business." That usually shut him up, as it did this time as well. He signed and returned to his little office and magazine. Andrea made her way across the lot looking for the TA, and stopped dead when she saw it.
Too late, Kitt realized. He had let his attention wonder and now she had seen his scanner active. Once again he had been reviewing the logs of the accident. He had been so engrossed in them that he had not noticed his scanner come on as automatic surveillance mode had activated. Kitt decided that it would look even more suspicious if he turned off the scanner just as she had seen it sweeping back and forth. Kitt watched as the young cop's mouth dropped open and she stopped dead in her tracks. The only light in the lot came from a lonely street light some distance back. Kitt's scanner reflected a red streak on a nearby white Chrysler's side. Kitt's monitors came to life as he watched Andrea quickly recover and close her mouth. How could he have NOT seen her coming?!?! His surveillance mode was on wasn't it?!? Kitt ran a systems check, everything checked out, except for fuel of course. Something must be wrong, he shouldn't have been surprised like that! He thought back a bit earlier. He remembered witnessing the rewriting of some of his own programs. Could that have caused his slip? Forgetting for a moment his pain at failing to uphold his most basic programming, Kitt began tracing the rewritten parts of his programming. They seamed to be subprograms, of which he had no control over. Kitt rarely looked into his own programming since there was rarely reason too. Now, he had to admit, even he didn't know what some of those subprograms did. He was shocked to discover that. Perhaps.
"Okay! That's it! Whoever's in that car better get their butt out here this instant." Andrea had been staring at the black TA for over a minute and had finally decided that behind those darkened windows sat somebody who was now busy smirking at having fooled a cop. She balled her hands into fists and marched over to the car. Squinting, she tried to look through the darkened windows. She had been made fun off before, but since becoming a cop she had quickly grown out of patience with that kind of jokes. Huffing to herself she leaned closer to take a look. Nothing, the windows only reflected her annoyed face. Andy walked around the car. Finally she gave up and leaned against the car. She was annoyed that the reports about it couldn't be filed before Monday. Somebody somewhere must miss a car like this.
Officer Montgomery walked into the ladies locker room at the station after her shift that day. She had written the reports, or should she have said report, of yet another dull day at the office. She had also tried to type them into the computer, but the damn thing was having another nervous breakdown and as it was Friday evening the computer expert was no longer there. Oh well she decided, just as well. It'll be up on Monday. As she changed into civilian clothes and hung her uniform in her locker she thought about her slow month. Slow was good wasn't it? In the cop world, it meant everybody was behaving themselves. Still Andrea was longing for something - anything - interesting to happen! Her thoughts turned to the TA she had found that day, her only report. She frowned to herself. What was it about that car? It had almost felt alive when she touched it. Stopping for a minute to organize her thoughts she made a quick decision. She walked briskly to the bus stop and caught the next bus going in the direct opposite direction from her home.
"Code 159357 alpha 3 sent .. access gran..DENIDED!" Bonnie signed. She had been trying to contact Kitt for hours now. She had tried old codes and new codes, codes Kitt knew and codes Kitt wasn't supposed to know. Yet all of them had either proven worthless or had been blocked at the source. Even when they almost got through she had had no luck locking on to the position of Kitt. That code had been her last possibility. For one of the few times in her life Bonnie was completely helpless to help one of the most important individuals in her life. Kitt was a computer she admitted to herself. He had grown beyond simple programming. Even though Bonnie was in expert in computer science she knew that when it came to fighting Kitt with her computer, Kitt would always win. She turned around and walked over to the sofa and almost fell into it. How was she going to tell Devon and Michael that she could do no more? Only if Kitt was sighted somewhere was she going to know where to find him. With that though Bonnie fell asleep.
Andrea walked up to the rusty gate that lead into the Nashville police impound. She rattled it. "Jim, Jim! Hey, are you sleeping on the job? Let me in, well ye!" The older, heavier man walked up to the gate. "Hey Andy! Long time no see." He fished around his fully loaded pockets until he came up with a key and opened the gate. "What's up? Hey, I've got some real classics this time." Jim knew Andrea's passion for cars. Sometimes she would come to the lot and just stare at the cars. Other times she would bring her camera and snap detail shots. Andrea waved off Jim's almost non- stoppable chatter. "I'm here on business." That usually shut him up, as it did this time as well. He signed and returned to his little office and magazine. Andrea made her way across the lot looking for the TA, and stopped dead when she saw it.
Too late, Kitt realized. He had let his attention wonder and now she had seen his scanner active. Once again he had been reviewing the logs of the accident. He had been so engrossed in them that he had not noticed his scanner come on as automatic surveillance mode had activated. Kitt decided that it would look even more suspicious if he turned off the scanner just as she had seen it sweeping back and forth. Kitt watched as the young cop's mouth dropped open and she stopped dead in her tracks. The only light in the lot came from a lonely street light some distance back. Kitt's scanner reflected a red streak on a nearby white Chrysler's side. Kitt's monitors came to life as he watched Andrea quickly recover and close her mouth. How could he have NOT seen her coming?!?! His surveillance mode was on wasn't it?!? Kitt ran a systems check, everything checked out, except for fuel of course. Something must be wrong, he shouldn't have been surprised like that! He thought back a bit earlier. He remembered witnessing the rewriting of some of his own programs. Could that have caused his slip? Forgetting for a moment his pain at failing to uphold his most basic programming, Kitt began tracing the rewritten parts of his programming. They seamed to be subprograms, of which he had no control over. Kitt rarely looked into his own programming since there was rarely reason too. Now, he had to admit, even he didn't know what some of those subprograms did. He was shocked to discover that. Perhaps.
"Okay! That's it! Whoever's in that car better get their butt out here this instant." Andrea had been staring at the black TA for over a minute and had finally decided that behind those darkened windows sat somebody who was now busy smirking at having fooled a cop. She balled her hands into fists and marched over to the car. Squinting, she tried to look through the darkened windows. She had been made fun off before, but since becoming a cop she had quickly grown out of patience with that kind of jokes. Huffing to herself she leaned closer to take a look. Nothing, the windows only reflected her annoyed face. Andy walked around the car. Finally she gave up and leaned against the car. She was annoyed that the reports about it couldn't be filed before Monday. Somebody somewhere must miss a car like this.