Michael Knight believed he would never witness KITT's peculiar behavior. As he watched the car's dashboard lights flicker and its engine rev inexplicably, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. It was not the KITT he knew, although he had no idea why.

It all started when they were on assignment, and KITT was waiting at the parking lot beside a crimson red convertible. Michael had just returned to the Trans Am. The dashboard lit up with flashing indicators, and KITT's voice broke the silence. "Michael, I believe I am experiencing a malfunction in my systems. The convertible beside me may have emitted an unusual frequency interfering with my programming."

Michael would usually be worried, but something in KITT's speech, almost a 'dreamy' tone, made him pause. "Maybe this convertible has some hidden talents," he smirked.

It happened again the next day when KITT was parked next to the convertible, this time inching his way sideways until almost touching the driver's door with his own. "Hello, gorgeous. Would you like to take a spin with me?"

There was no answer from the convertible.

It was the third time Michael put two and two together when KITT's dashboard lit up, and the engine revved until the turbines almost screamed.

Michael chuckled, shaking his head. However, KITT's sensors locked onto the sleek convertible as if it were a long-lost lover. "I think you're in love, buddy."

KITT's voice responded indignant, "Michael, I assure you, my feelings for that car are purely analytical. Besides, I love you." The headlights flickered like several winks at the convertible.

Michael laughed again. "Uh huh, purely analytical," he replied, shaking his head in amusement. He was also relieved to hear KITT's declaration. "I love you too, pal."

When KITT parked next to the convertible for the fourth time, he fully committed to the moment. KITT slowly rolled from his spot, turned the chassis around, and parked in front of the convertible, touching prow to prow like a kiss. The Anamorphic Equalizer brightened and remained solid as the soft hum of KITT's engine filled the air.

The convertible's owner was upset to see a black car touching her beloved red car. "Hey, you better not have scratched the paint!" she hissed while inspecting the front of her car. Finding no scratches on either car, the woman harrumphed, climbed into her vehicle, and drove away without looking back at the sleek, black car that abruptly shut off the scanner.

Michael slid into the driver's seat as the convertible drove away. "Are you alright, pal?" he asked, glancing at the now-quiet KITT. He had witnessed the woman almost freaking out.

"I didn't have a chance to say goodbye, Michael," KITT replied, disappointed and sad.

"You may find another red convertible, especially one with a microprocessor like yours someday, KITT," Michael reassuringly tapped the dashboard. "But nothing will ever replace the bond we share."

KITT's dashboard lights softly flickered as if acknowledging Michael's words. "I appreciate that, Michael. Our connection is unique, and I wouldn't trade it for anything," KITT warmly responded. "I think I've had enough of red convertibles."

Michael smiled, knowing their adventures were far from over and the road ahead held countless possibilities for them both.

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