Melissa was no longer angry with Uncle Devon and Michael. Now she was just resigned at how irresponsible they had been. Especially Uncle Devon.
But all it took was a couple of phone calls and a few hours of her time, and everything had been dealt with. Good thing she was done with the surgeries to repair her hip. She was down to one session of PT a day, in the mornings. That left her free the rest of the day to get things done. And no more leg brace or crutch, only a cane. Though given how she was feeling right now, she may have overdone it today.
Well, she was nearly finished. At dinner, Uncle Devon had said Michael would be home late. He had also said Michael's most recent case had gone smoothly. Melissa hoped that meant Bonnie wouldn't need to work on Kitt, and so Melissa could return the tools she had borrowed – without asking permission – before Bonnie noticed they were missing.
Melissa made one last adjustment and sat back to check her handiwork against the schematics on her desk. Satisfied, she flipped a switch and waited.
The yellow lights blinked for a few seconds. Then a gravelly voice said, "I am the Knight Automated Roving Robot. Who are you and where am I?"
"Hello, Karr," replied Melissa. "I'm Melissa Alexandra Knight, the daughter of Wilton Knight. And you are currently on the desk in my bedroom at the offices of the Foundation for Law and Government, which was my home when my father was still alive."
Karr growled, which didn't surprise Melissa, given the circumstances. But he was only a CPU right now, without any mobility. Or remote connections, other than his private channel with Kitt. Even his sensor range was limited.
"Karr, I have a hypothesis to share with you."