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dragovianknightI wrote this morning! Just...got up and went to 750 words and wrote fiction! And the only bitching I did was that I had a second scene I wanted to write, and it had escaped by the time I finished writing this scene.
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"My visual sensors have gone out," KITT said. "I'm virtually blind."
"And by virtually, you mean?"
With a final tiny burst of energy, the last of his visual processing circuits failed. "Completely."
"So I guess I'm driving again, huh?"
There were other methods he could use to navigate, if he had to, but none were as precise. "That would be for the best, yes."
Ali started his engine, her hands steady on the wheel as they pulled away. "So I guess Bonnie's shielding didn't work as expected, huh?"
"Actually, the shielding is fine. This is an entirely new set of problems."
"Well, at least we know it has to be deliberate. There's no way you're breaking down twice in the same area just because."
KITT suspected that was supposed to be comforting; at the very least, a vote of confidence in him. Unfortunately, Ali's voice was broken and distorted, as his audio circuitry was now going the way of his visual circuitry.
"Ali," he said, and could barely hear himself to know that his voice modulator, at least, was still working, "I'm afraid that in a very short time I won't be able to hear you, either."
She didn't answer; at least, he was fairly certain she didn't. But her hand pressed against the dash, and his sensors could, at least, still detect that.
Until they couldn't anymore.
***
It was a fact that an artificial intelligence, no matter how advanced, could not go mad from sensory deprivation.
That fact did nothing to lessen KITT's relief when his repairs were sufficiently complete for him to hear Bonnie, even if the first words he heard were a quiet - but steady - stream of profanity directed at whomever had done this to him.
"Really, Bonnie, such language," he chided.
"I've been at this nearly eight hours, KITT." She untwisted herself from beneath his dash and began running a diagnostic. "It was a lot more colorful earlier, believe me."
***
There was a slight sound at the door, the hint of a shadow cast by moonlight. KITT directed his scanners in that direction, and recognized Ali even without the tell-tale of her commlink.
"Were you a police officer, or a cat burglar, before you came to work here?" he asked.
She slid through the doorway, still not turning on any lights. "Cop; cat burglar is something I learned working with you."
"And is there a reason you're sneaking in here at two am?"
"You don't call, you don't come home, what else do you expect me to do?"
"You could have contacted me via commlink."
"Not the same." She followed the light of his scanner to his side. "How are you?"
"Fully repaired, though Bonnie isn't going to be happy until she finds the reason for the overload."
"Good, because I'm not going to be happy until then, either." Ali perched on his hood, which was the sort of liberty he had, once upon a time, only suffered willingly from Michael, and leaned against his windshield. "You know, for an indestructible car, you sure get into a lot of trouble."
"I believe there's a saying, like driver, like car."
"That's not a saying."
"Then it should be."
Also, 95 day streak! *happydance*
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"My visual sensors have gone out," KITT said. "I'm virtually blind."
"And by virtually, you mean?"
With a final tiny burst of energy, the last of his visual processing circuits failed. "Completely."
"So I guess I'm driving again, huh?"
There were other methods he could use to navigate, if he had to, but none were as precise. "That would be for the best, yes."
Ali started his engine, her hands steady on the wheel as they pulled away. "So I guess Bonnie's shielding didn't work as expected, huh?"
"Actually, the shielding is fine. This is an entirely new set of problems."
"Well, at least we know it has to be deliberate. There's no way you're breaking down twice in the same area just because."
KITT suspected that was supposed to be comforting; at the very least, a vote of confidence in him. Unfortunately, Ali's voice was broken and distorted, as his audio circuitry was now going the way of his visual circuitry.
"Ali," he said, and could barely hear himself to know that his voice modulator, at least, was still working, "I'm afraid that in a very short time I won't be able to hear you, either."
She didn't answer; at least, he was fairly certain she didn't. But her hand pressed against the dash, and his sensors could, at least, still detect that.
Until they couldn't anymore.
***
It was a fact that an artificial intelligence, no matter how advanced, could not go mad from sensory deprivation.
That fact did nothing to lessen KITT's relief when his repairs were sufficiently complete for him to hear Bonnie, even if the first words he heard were a quiet - but steady - stream of profanity directed at whomever had done this to him.
"Really, Bonnie, such language," he chided.
"I've been at this nearly eight hours, KITT." She untwisted herself from beneath his dash and began running a diagnostic. "It was a lot more colorful earlier, believe me."
***
There was a slight sound at the door, the hint of a shadow cast by moonlight. KITT directed his scanners in that direction, and recognized Ali even without the tell-tale of her commlink.
"Were you a police officer, or a cat burglar, before you came to work here?" he asked.
She slid through the doorway, still not turning on any lights. "Cop; cat burglar is something I learned working with you."
"And is there a reason you're sneaking in here at two am?"
"You don't call, you don't come home, what else do you expect me to do?"
"You could have contacted me via commlink."
"Not the same." She followed the light of his scanner to his side. "How are you?"
"Fully repaired, though Bonnie isn't going to be happy until she finds the reason for the overload."
"Good, because I'm not going to be happy until then, either." Ali perched on his hood, which was the sort of liberty he had, once upon a time, only suffered willingly from Michael, and leaned against his windshield. "You know, for an indestructible car, you sure get into a lot of trouble."
"I believe there's a saying, like driver, like car."
"That's not a saying."
"Then it should be."
Also, 95 day streak! *happydance*
