"Devon, I need a car." Michael burst through the doors to Devon's office.
"Michael! Don't burst in on people like that, you almost gave me a heart
attack!" In several long strides Michael had crossed Devon's office and
leaned on Devon's desk. "Devon, please let me borrow one of the
Foundation's extra cars." Hope passed over Devon's face as he stood up.
"Has Bonnie found Kitt?" Michael sank into one of the plush chairs. "No,
but I've got to do something! I've got to go look for him. He's my partner,
he's feeling guilty over something that was a freak accident. If there's
anyone to blame, it has to be me!" Devon signed. It had been nearly twenty
four hours since Kitt had disappeared. "And what are you proposing Michael?
Are you planning on driving through fifty States? Come, be reasonable!" It
was Michaels turn to sign. He hated being useless. Not knowing what to do
was not one of Michael's strong points, neither was waiting. In his mind he
knew that Devon was right. Bonnie was the only one with enough expertise to
know where to even begin looking. But in his heart.he should be doing
something!
Bonnie awoke to the sound of a siren. Within seconds she was alert and had sprinted to one of the many computer consuls of the semi. Words, pieces of code began appearing on the monitor. They were some of Kitt's subprograms. The internal modem on the Knight Two Thousand had contacted the Foundation's computers as soon as it had detected the programs being changed to a drastic degree. Bonnie's mouth dropped open as she watched the codes. A new program was being written. Even with her expertise she couldn't tell what the program was. It took her a second to realize that Kitt was unaware of the fact that his modem had contacted the Foundation. This was a precaution that would happen if some of the Kitt's programs were changed and Kitt could do nothing about it, even if he tried. It would override his attempts to disconnect from FLAG. Bonnie set to work. This was the first clue she had gotten as to Kitt's location. She'd deal with the errant program later, now she just concentrated on finding Kitt.
Kitt watched the young cop sit down on the left side of his hood. She continued to scrutinize him through his windshield. Suddenly she spoke to him. "WHAT are you?" She said more to herself then to him. Kitt suddenly felt a strong need to talk. To talk about what happened, about what was going to happen. Usually he did not revile himself to strangers for the world was not quite ready for talking cars. But he *needed* to talk and this young cop seemed to be a decent type. Perhaps she could help. How, Kitt did not know. But the burden of failing to uphold his most basic programming weighed heavily on him and talking sometimes helped. But for now, he simply responded to a spoken question. "I am the Knight Industries Two Thousand. K. I. T. T for easy reference. Kitt if you prefer."
The effect was drastic. One moment Andrea had been sitting on the hood of the strange black sports car then she had unconsciously spoken a question she had been pondering herself, and it had been answered! She jumped off the hood and whirling around quickly looking for the person whom had answered she question. She saw no one of course. Finally her gaze fastened on the red scanner moving back and forth. "Who's there?" She gazed at the car. Without braking stride the car responded: "I did. I am Kitt. I am the voice of the microprocessor that resides in this car." Astounded Andrea watched the darkened windows un-darken themselves and revile the inside of the Trans Am. Walking to the driver's side she gazed through the now clear windows at the dash. "Kitt" Andrea tried the word out. "No way! I'm NOT talking to a car!" She gave a nervous laugh at the very prospect and glanced around to see if Jim had heard her. If he told the guys at the precinct that she was now TALKING to the cars at the impound she'd never hear the end of it.
"I believe you are." Kitt responded. "My sensors do not detect anyone else in the auditory area. Besides you are not talking to a car but a computer that can respond back. "Where's your, um, driver? What were you doing on the roadside? Who owns you? Somebody DOES own you right?" Andrea felt the questions tumbling from her mouth. Swiping his scanner back and forth a few times Kitt responded. "Yes, somebody does own me. To answer the question about the place where you found me, I have to say I ran out of gas. I had to stop." "So, your driver went for gas. Isn't there a car phone in that fancy dash?" Andrea had to back up against one of the other cars for support. She felt like she was in one of those science fiction books that she liked to read. "I do not require a driver. I am quite capable of navigating this car by myself." The moment those words were out, Kitt was sorry. He was hit with guilt. How could he have said that! He had navigated himself right on top of that little girl. Another slip of the tough as it was called. Another thing that Kitt shouldn't have been capable of. He was supposed to process everything. Slips weren't in his programming. Kitt darkened his windows in shame.
Bonnie awoke to the sound of a siren. Within seconds she was alert and had sprinted to one of the many computer consuls of the semi. Words, pieces of code began appearing on the monitor. They were some of Kitt's subprograms. The internal modem on the Knight Two Thousand had contacted the Foundation's computers as soon as it had detected the programs being changed to a drastic degree. Bonnie's mouth dropped open as she watched the codes. A new program was being written. Even with her expertise she couldn't tell what the program was. It took her a second to realize that Kitt was unaware of the fact that his modem had contacted the Foundation. This was a precaution that would happen if some of the Kitt's programs were changed and Kitt could do nothing about it, even if he tried. It would override his attempts to disconnect from FLAG. Bonnie set to work. This was the first clue she had gotten as to Kitt's location. She'd deal with the errant program later, now she just concentrated on finding Kitt.
Kitt watched the young cop sit down on the left side of his hood. She continued to scrutinize him through his windshield. Suddenly she spoke to him. "WHAT are you?" She said more to herself then to him. Kitt suddenly felt a strong need to talk. To talk about what happened, about what was going to happen. Usually he did not revile himself to strangers for the world was not quite ready for talking cars. But he *needed* to talk and this young cop seemed to be a decent type. Perhaps she could help. How, Kitt did not know. But the burden of failing to uphold his most basic programming weighed heavily on him and talking sometimes helped. But for now, he simply responded to a spoken question. "I am the Knight Industries Two Thousand. K. I. T. T for easy reference. Kitt if you prefer."
The effect was drastic. One moment Andrea had been sitting on the hood of the strange black sports car then she had unconsciously spoken a question she had been pondering herself, and it had been answered! She jumped off the hood and whirling around quickly looking for the person whom had answered she question. She saw no one of course. Finally her gaze fastened on the red scanner moving back and forth. "Who's there?" She gazed at the car. Without braking stride the car responded: "I did. I am Kitt. I am the voice of the microprocessor that resides in this car." Astounded Andrea watched the darkened windows un-darken themselves and revile the inside of the Trans Am. Walking to the driver's side she gazed through the now clear windows at the dash. "Kitt" Andrea tried the word out. "No way! I'm NOT talking to a car!" She gave a nervous laugh at the very prospect and glanced around to see if Jim had heard her. If he told the guys at the precinct that she was now TALKING to the cars at the impound she'd never hear the end of it.
"I believe you are." Kitt responded. "My sensors do not detect anyone else in the auditory area. Besides you are not talking to a car but a computer that can respond back. "Where's your, um, driver? What were you doing on the roadside? Who owns you? Somebody DOES own you right?" Andrea felt the questions tumbling from her mouth. Swiping his scanner back and forth a few times Kitt responded. "Yes, somebody does own me. To answer the question about the place where you found me, I have to say I ran out of gas. I had to stop." "So, your driver went for gas. Isn't there a car phone in that fancy dash?" Andrea had to back up against one of the other cars for support. She felt like she was in one of those science fiction books that she liked to read. "I do not require a driver. I am quite capable of navigating this car by myself." The moment those words were out, Kitt was sorry. He was hit with guilt. How could he have said that! He had navigated himself right on top of that little girl. Another slip of the tough as it was called. Another thing that Kitt shouldn't have been capable of. He was supposed to process everything. Slips weren't in his programming. Kitt darkened his windows in shame.