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dragovianknight) wrote2010-05-31 08:06 pm
dragovianknight) wrote2010-05-31 08:06 pm
NOOOOOOOO!!!
I CAN'T GET INTO ECHO BAZAAR! D: I get error message: Something terrible has happened. Possibly a server has caught fire, or a database flared and guttered like a dying star.
::weeps bitter, bitter tears::
So, since I can't go play in Fallen London, I post next KITT ficbit. This would have been so much cooler on screen.
To warn you, this was written over on 750 Words because, even though I completed my words for the day, I figured it was silly to write and not take my average word count up from it.
The open blacktop around the FLAG base didn't get used much, even though Billy and Zoe had figured out a long time ago how to block government satalites from noticing what was going on in the area. When he and his dad arrived, though, driving Zoe's little Focus, they saw Sarah standing in the middle of the open area. Various obstacles were around her, it looked like there had been at least a few explosions, and there was a black Trans Am determinedly bearing down on her.
"KITT!"
Mike and Michael shouted at the same time, both men abandoning the little blue car to run toward the area. Michael was yelling for KITT to stop; Mike was demanding to know /where the hell/ his KITT was.
Obedient to Mike's yelling, the black Mustang skidded up from the side of the compound and bore down on the Trans Am, even though it was obvious that, even at his top speed, he could never get between the other car and the woman in time. Then, clearly audible over the chaos, Sarah said, "KITT - mission aborted. I repeat, mission aborted."
Immediately, the Trans Am turbo boosted, sailing cleanly over Sarah's head. He hit one of the many obstacles at a bad angle and flipped; thrusters fired, attempting to compensate, but he still landed on his side, skidding several dozen yards, sparks flashing from beneath him.
With equal clarity, Sarah's voice continued, "And for god's sake, KITT, stand down."
The Mustang rolled to an obedient stop, then reversed out of the maze and drove over to the downed Trans Am.
Mike got to Sarah ahead of his father. "What the hell was that all about?" he demanded.
"I was testing KITT's limits."
"In case you haven't noticed," Michael said, panting as he caught up, "KITT doesn't have limits right now."
"Actually, he does. When KITT isn't in mission mode, his programming - his original programming - holds true." She gestured at the two cars, at the partially smashed wall, and the damaged pavement. "This proves it."
"What this proves is that you're crazy!" Mike snapped. "He could have killed you!"
"I set it up so that when he came out of mission mode, KITT would have one opportunity to avoid me...one that would put him at a critical disadvantage. He took it, even knowing that there was no way he could land safely." She glanced over; KITT was in F-350 mode, winching his predecessor back onto his tires. "His old programming wasn't altered or deleted, guys; it was just overlaid. We dig down deep enough, and we can get him back."
::weeps bitter, bitter tears::
So, since I can't go play in Fallen London, I post next KITT ficbit. This would have been so much cooler on screen.
To warn you, this was written over on 750 Words because, even though I completed my words for the day, I figured it was silly to write and not take my average word count up from it.
The open blacktop around the FLAG base didn't get used much, even though Billy and Zoe had figured out a long time ago how to block government satalites from noticing what was going on in the area. When he and his dad arrived, though, driving Zoe's little Focus, they saw Sarah standing in the middle of the open area. Various obstacles were around her, it looked like there had been at least a few explosions, and there was a black Trans Am determinedly bearing down on her.
"KITT!"
Mike and Michael shouted at the same time, both men abandoning the little blue car to run toward the area. Michael was yelling for KITT to stop; Mike was demanding to know /where the hell/ his KITT was.
Obedient to Mike's yelling, the black Mustang skidded up from the side of the compound and bore down on the Trans Am, even though it was obvious that, even at his top speed, he could never get between the other car and the woman in time. Then, clearly audible over the chaos, Sarah said, "KITT - mission aborted. I repeat, mission aborted."
Immediately, the Trans Am turbo boosted, sailing cleanly over Sarah's head. He hit one of the many obstacles at a bad angle and flipped; thrusters fired, attempting to compensate, but he still landed on his side, skidding several dozen yards, sparks flashing from beneath him.
With equal clarity, Sarah's voice continued, "And for god's sake, KITT, stand down."
The Mustang rolled to an obedient stop, then reversed out of the maze and drove over to the downed Trans Am.
Mike got to Sarah ahead of his father. "What the hell was that all about?" he demanded.
"I was testing KITT's limits."
"In case you haven't noticed," Michael said, panting as he caught up, "KITT doesn't have limits right now."
"Actually, he does. When KITT isn't in mission mode, his programming - his original programming - holds true." She gestured at the two cars, at the partially smashed wall, and the damaged pavement. "This proves it."
"What this proves is that you're crazy!" Mike snapped. "He could have killed you!"
"I set it up so that when he came out of mission mode, KITT would have one opportunity to avoid me...one that would put him at a critical disadvantage. He took it, even knowing that there was no way he could land safely." She glanced over; KITT was in F-350 mode, winching his predecessor back onto his tires. "His old programming wasn't altered or deleted, guys; it was just overlaid. We dig down deep enough, and we can get him back."