It's a day off for Michael Knight and the Knight Industries Two Thousand after completing a dangerous mission that took them deep into enemy territory. Now, they can finally relax and enjoy some downtime, knowing that their latest mission was a success and that danger, at least for the moment, has been averted.
Michael has a home at the Knight Estate. Instead of using his room inside the mansion, Michael converted one of the cottages into a home for himself and KITT by adding a heated garage.
Inside the garage, KITT starts defragging his massive hard disks. Every bit and byte will have its place—in an orderly fashion—but stops when his Anamorphic Equalizer detects an elevation of Michael's vital signs.
Two Beeps.
Michael answers the comlink and says, "KITT, what's going on? Is everything alright?"
KITT's voice responded with a hint of anxiousness, "I was about to ask the same, Michael. I have detected an anomaly in your physiological data. It appears you may be under some form of stress."
"I'm ok, pal. You haven't answered my question," Michael said with a slight edge in his voice. "What kind of anomaly are we talking about?"
KITT paused briefly, evaluating the information. "Your heart rate has increased significantly, and your cortisol levels indicate a heightened state of anxiety." He also detects an increase in moisture in Michael's tear ducts. "Are you crying?"
"You're worried about me," Michael teased. "Seriously, I'm fine."
"Then why are you crying, Michael? Should I drive you to the hospital?" KITT continued, his tone laced with worry.
Michael chuckled softly, wiping away the unexpected tears. "No, KITT, it's just… I'm chopping—I'm chopping onions, and the damn things make me cry."
KITT's voice changes in disbelief, "YOU'RE WHAT?"
"I'm chopping—"
KITT interrupted, "I heard you the first time, Michael. Onions produce syn-propanethial S-oxide."
"English, buddy."
"Cutting an onion releases certain lachrymator compounds, which affect the nerves around the lacrimal glands," KITT explained.
"What?"
"Onions are an eye irritant, Michael." KITT huffs.
"You could have said that in the first place, pal." Michael laughs.
"Oh. Next time, freeze your onions. Freezing will reduce the amount of irritant."
"I should install a chopper on your dashboard, KITT."
KITT huffs louder. "Really, Michael."
Michael laughs even harder.
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