'What a beautiful day.' A man thinks as he's sitting on the edge of a pier overlooking a small lake. The lake water is crystal clear. If one is to look closely, they would see the sandy bottom with various underwater plant life and fish swimming near them, unaware of what's on the surface. The sun is shining brightly on the man's pale face, and he feels the warmth of the rays while closing his eyes. Memories flood the man, and for a time, he smiles. Oh, those were the days.

The days of old - two friends - a man and a computer inside a car. Not just any vehicle, The Knight Industries Two Thousand - the world's most fantastic car. A black modified Pontiac Trans AM circa the 1980s. The days, months, and years spent traveling the open roads, sometimes in convertible mode with the wind blowing the hair of its driver. There were endless conversations about this, that, and other things.

The man sitting on the pier remembers the bad times. Endless days of worry for both man and machine back then. The driver was hurt and almost killed several times. The car was damaged or its chassis destroyed by outside forces. The computer, deep within, could have been lost for good.

Life was good except for the one time they were apart.

One time, the partnership broke up briefly when the man wanted to leave his life at FLAG, and for a time, he did until reunited outside a restaurant with the car offering itself as a mode of transportation. For several days, there were three - a man, a woman, and a car until death played its hand and took away the woman in the man's life. It was a time of sorrow. Life went on, and the bond between man and machine became stronger.

The man recalls the machine at first was very robotic-like and gradually very human-like in its thinking. It developed genuine emotions.

Emotions like fear when the car was damaged, destroyed, reprogrammed, or its CPU cruelly ripped away from its body.

Anger when criminals almost killed his human partner several times and when one criminal succeeded in taking away his partner's wife.

Annoyance when his partner dropped ketchup inside the cabin onto the steering wheel, and there was sand, dirt, or other things on his 'person.'

Joy with driving along the open roads, being with his driver, friendships with other humans, and bringing to justice - people who operated above the law.

Especially,

Love for his human partner. Love for the man who became a part of him. Love is much deeper than mere friendship, beyond familial or romantic.

Now it's just the one - the man sitting on the pier.

"C'mon, Uncle KITT! It's time for the family picture. Mom, Dad, and the others are waiting for you." The voice of a human female teenager speaks impatiently and yet with love.

The man on the pier, an Android, gets up, brushes himself off, and smiles again. "Coming! Be right with you." KITT replies with fondness. He found love again with family who are descendants of Michael Knight, Bonnie Barstow, and others throughout the years.

It's now the year 2282 - three hundred years since he met his first love, Michael Knight.

The picture is another memory stored forever.