Michael breathed in the morning air. It was a
gorgeous summer
morning, blue skies, birds singing, the faint aroma of
fresh coffee reaching
him from the Foundation�s canteen. He smiled to
himself as he descended
from the guest cottages down the short drive to the main
house. He
came to a stop when he saw the black TransAm parked in
front of the house.
His smile grew larger and he jogged over to the car,
opening the car and
dropping into the driver�s seat, sliding his arm over the
steering wheel
in what might have been a good-morning hug.
�Morning, Kitt,� he murmured, affection clear in his
voice. Today
he was glad to be alive, and the sight of his partner
simply added to that.
He was surprised when the usually bright voice didn�t
immediately answer
him. �Kitt?� Still nothing. He tipped
his head to one
side, frowning. �Okay, what have I done?�
Usually he got the
silent treatment for some pertinent remark he�d made that
he often couldn�t
even remember. When Kitt still didn�t reply, Michael
sat forward,
worry creeping into his gut. �Kitt?�
Bonnie leaned on the top of the open car door, leaning
down into the
car. �Michael?�
He turned, almost jumped.
�Bonnie! What�s wrong here? Where�s
Kitt?� It seemed
like an odd question. But the expression on her face
cut through
his thoughts and sent a chill down his spine.
�What?�
�Michael� something happened in the early hours of this
morning.
Kitt�s data integrity started to drop, very
suddenly. It set the
alarms off, one of the technicians woke me. He�s
picked up a virus
from somewhere. It�s causing a cascade failure in
his database and
core program.�
Michael could barely understand what she was saying.
He�d never
been great with technology and a year of spending almost
every waking hour
with an advanced AI and a prototype vehicle hadn�t
improved his knowledge
one iota.
�Where is he?� was all he could think to ask.
Whatever what she
was saying really meant, it didn�t sound too good.
�We took him into the lab.� She watched Michael
glance at the
dash. �The CPU. It�s usually under the
hood.� It hadn�t
occurred to her that he didn�t yet know that. But he
seemed to accept
it. He climbed out of the car and closed the door
softly, following
her around the mansion and along the path that led to the
modern lab complex
at the back of the site. The day felt colder than it
had before.
Michael stepped through the double doors into the
Artificial Intelligence
lab. He�d never been here before. It was
nothing like the place
where he�d first met Kitt. In front of him was a
wide open space
with no windows and small but bright spots in the low
ceiling. Along
the wall opposite him, on a long, low work surface, was a
collection of
computers unlike any he�d seen before; they seemed to have
a thing at Knight
Industries for sleek and black. Unix workstations
and flat-screen
monitors were turned alternately towards the six engineers
fitting along
the length of the work-surfaces. The wall itself was
lined with large
flat monitors not unlike what he�d expect to see at NASA.
All he could think was where Kitt was in all of
this. Bonnie had
given him a moment to adjust, and then urged him
forward. The second
work station in from the left had a black box sitting atop
the Sparc �Pizza
Box� CPU. The lid had been removed and delicate
circuitry exposed.
He had no idea how, but he knew this was Kitt. There
was a larger
monitor to one side of the rapidly typing engineer.
This one was
simply a dark grey screen with a flashing cursor in the
very top left-hand
corner. There was a small keyboard in front of it
that wasn�t being
used, and a headset.
�They�re working to try to erase the virus, to lock down
as many systems
as they can, save as much as they can.,� Bonnie explained
quietly.
�Where is he, really?�
She smiled proudly and a little sadly, Michael was finally
starting
to get the hang of the computer thing after all. �In
here, he�s everywhere.
He�s been uploaded to the mainframe that has no external
access at all.
It�s closed off to the KI network. The only
terminals on the mainframe
are the ones you can see here.� She watched his
expression with sympathy.
�Think of it as an intensive care room. He has the
best support we
can offer here, and he�s safe from any further infection.�
Michael understood that. �Can I� talk to him?�
�In a way.� She led him closer, to where the blank
monitor sat.
Leaning over the engineer working at the closest Sparc
station, she picked
up the headset and handed it to Michael. �You can
talk to him, his
answers will appear on the screen,� she indicated the
monitor, �and will
be electronically converted to voice through the
headset.� He nodded.
�Be patient. He�s what you call, �a little out of
it� at the moment.
He�s fighting as hard as he can, almost too hard. If
you can get
him to relax slightly, to let the people here to their
jobs, we�d all have
a better chance.�
�Okay.� With a deep breath, Michael slipped the
headset on, positioning
the mouthpiece.
He held Bonnie�s gaze for a moment, and then looked
away. The
thin cable connecting the headset to the base station and
translator was
long enough to allow him to pace the whole room if he so
wished.
He stepped back, looking down at the marble-effect floor,
staring for a
moment at the kaleidoscope of shadows at his feet, cast by
the multitude
of lights above him. �Kitt?�
He watched the cursor on the screen several feet from
him, watched as
the response came a moment before he heard the flat,
toneless electronic
voice in his ear. �Mi�chael.�
Michael winced. �Yeah, it�s me, Kitt, I�m
here.� He reached
up and covered the microphone with his hand.
�Bonnie, can you turn
this electronic voice off?�
She glanced up, confused. �Then you won�t be able to
hear��
�I can read. Kitt�s voice is the most familiar thing
in the world
to me now, I can hear it in my head, I don�t need this
synthesised one.�
She didn�t have the heart to tell him that Kitt�s voice
was as synthesised
as the one he was hearing now. She leaned across and
depressed a
button on the headset�s base station. Michael nodded
his thanks.
He moved again. The monitor and the text there were
both large enough
to be seen from a fair distance.
�Kitt, stay with me, Pal.�
<_mi chael couldnt stop
it sorry
so sorry
�You don�t have to apologize, Kitt.� He spoke with
assurance.
�You just have to make it through this.�
<_cant keep fighting
�Yes you can, Kitt. You absolutely can.�
Softening his
voice, he added, �You have to, Pal. I can�t do
this without
you.�
Bonnie read off the current status from the regularly
updated screen.
The database integrity was at 32% but the figure had
stopped falling finally.
Kitt was hanging on for dear life. At the beginning,
when this had
all started around quarter passed three this morning,
they�d backed up
everything. No one had any clue about what would
happen if they did
have to restore from backup. This had been one of
their crisis simulations
during the testing phase of the Knight Industries Two
Thousand system.
But the program they�d tested then and the AI they were
working with now
were two completely different entities. Kitt wasn�t
a computer program
anymore, he was a patient. And currently he was
critically ill.
She sat back and let her gaze fall on Michael. He
was walking
about over the other side of the lab, hands in his
pockets, eyes darting
up to the screen every few seconds to read Kitt�s reply to
whatever he�d
said. He�d been talking for over an hour now.
He�d started
off talking Kitt into fighting, boosting his spirit,
telling him again
and again that he could win this battle as they�d won so
many others in
the past. She wasn�t sure where he�d taken the
mostly one-sided conversation
now, but a few minutes ago she swore she�d heard a chuckle
from him.
He was amazing, she had to admit. A year ago when
she�d first
been introduced to him she�d thought him a womanizer and a
chauvinist pig.
To watch him take off with very little care for the car
and AI she�d helped
developed had rubbed her up the wrong way for too long,
and finally she�d
cracked, yelling at him the next time he�d managed to
damage one of Kitt�s
peripheral systems. She�d thrown everything at him,
from the damage
he constantly inflicted to the way he spoke to Kitt.
And he�d taken it, let her shout herself out before he�d
told her quietly
that he cared for Kitt deeply. It had taken her
breath away � that
simple statement. And she�d stopped worrying about
her baby.
He was in good hands. As he was now. Since
she�d brought Michael
in, Kitt�s readings had levelled out. The alarms had
stopped ringing
every five minutes and the AI had stopped blindly fighting
their attempts
to help him. She�d not expected Michael to stay, let
alone do for
his partner what he was doing now.
<_another
�Okay�. This horse walks into a bar, and the barman
says, �why
the long face?��
<_horses naturally have long faces
�Precisely.� He was only at the start of his
repertoire of jokes
and Kitt had already spent half an hour trying to
understand the humour
behind the first five.
<_stating the obvious is funny
Michael considered that one. �Sometimes.
Depends how you
do it.�
<_another
�You�ll like this one. Two fish in a tank, the first
one says,
�so what do we do now?� and the second one replies, �I
don�t know, I�ve
never driven one of these before�.�
<_a pun a play on the word tank
�Now you�re getting the hang of it.� Michael glanced
from the
screen to where Bonnie was gazing at him. He
furrowed his brow inquisitively,
but she just smiled and nodded. He was doing
good. Smiling
back, he looked again at the screen.
<_another Mi another
A warm feeling washed over him. �I�m here, Kitt, I�m
with you.
You want another, let me think�. Okay. Two
eggs in a frying
pan. The first egg says, �wow, it�s hot in here!�
and the second
one says, �Shit! A talking egg!��
He watched the screen. There was nothing for a
second, and then,
<_?
Michael couldn�t contain his soft laugh.
<_another one that makes sense
�Okay. A longer one.� Turning from the screen,
he lifted
the headset cord over the furthest engineer and walked
over to lean against
the amber light-bathed wall. �A computer programmer,
who has led
a long and happy life, dies and goes to heaven.
Saint Peter meets
him at the Pearly Gates and offers to show him
around. The guy says,
�sure, why not?� So off they go, St Peter showing
this ex-computer
programmer around Heaven.�
�Bonnie.� She looked up from her screen at the
engineer � Rob
- sitting next to her. �We have a problem.�
�We have many.� She moved to sit closer to him, to
take in what
was happening on his screen. He�d been performing a
memory purge
in an attempt to clean out the virus from Kitt�s long-term
memory.
The purge had been running smoothly, with the status lines
scrolling up
his screen at a rate of three per second for about five
minutes.
And then they�d stopped.
Michael brought one foot up against the wall, stretching
his hands out
over his thighs. �This guy can�t believe his
luck! There are
huge houses, internet cafes as far as the eye can see �
all of them offering
hours and hours of free networked Quake. Finally,
after seeing everything
he could wish to see, they come to this massive house on
the edge of Heaven.
�Wow,� says the guy, �who lives here?� St Peter
tells him it�s God�s
house. As they get nearer, the guys sees that the
house has these
giant golden gates at the bottom of the long drive, and
they have the letters
�B. G.� sculptured into the metal.�
Bonnie and Rob watched, their hearts hammering, as the
scrolling text
began again, faster, rapidly filling the screen and moving
so fast that
their eyes merged the thousands upon thousands of actual
lines into one
single line.
�MEMORY FAILURE � ABORT PURGE � VIRUS DETECTED �
UNRECOVERABLE�
Michael pushed off the wall to move where he could see
the monitor for
Kitt�s reaction as he reached the punch line. �So
the guys asks,
�why �B.G.?� St Peter looks really embarrassed as he
turns away before
answering, �it�s awful, but sometimes God likes to pretend
he�s Bill Gates.�
Michael watched as his partner�s reaction appeared on the
monitor.
<_Miegalk hyvfdbm fbdr rbjhf sfjds fdjknfd fhe hjln
�Secure the system! Lock down the memory!�
�Kitt?�
�Now! It�s moving into ROM!�
�Kitt?!�
The activity around him had suddenly notched up into high
gear.
People were typing furiously, moving from one desk to the
next to check
status. Michael could do nothing but stay out of
their way.
He wrapped his arms around himself, suddenly cold.
�Come on, Kitt.
I need you, Partner, you can�t leave me, not now, not
after everything
we�ve been through. Please, Kitt, fight this.�
The quiet, professional engineers had suddenly become
innovators, talking
across and over one another but each one hearing
everything else that was
said, searching for an idea, a solution.
�How�s the lock-down doing?�
�It�s not working!�
�How about if we firewall the different parts of the
system?�
�Good idea!�
Michael closed his eyes, mentally reciting an old prayer
he once knew
as a child. �Come on, Kitt, it can�t end this
way.� He felt
tears stinging his eyes as the calls of the engineers
assaulted his ears.
While he had no real understanding of what they were
saying, he did know
they were talking about trying to save his friend�s
life. �You have
to fight this.�
�That�s it!�
Bonnie watched as the readings slowly steadied
again. The rate
of scrolling text on Steve�s screen dropped to a crawl.
�That�s it,� Michael murmured, eyes not leaving the
monitor displaying
Kitt�s replies. �Come on, Partner, stay with me.�
He thought he could hear the sighs of relief. Steve
leaned back.
�It�s stopped.�
Bonnie shook her head, playing the complete professional
at the moment,
her emotions deeply, harshly buried. �That was way
too close.�
She glanced up at Michael. He was white, but still
talking into the
mouthpiece, still calming his traumatised partner.
<_scared
Michael saw the word appear on the screen, letter by
letter, and he
felt like crying once again. He could barely believe
his own ravaged
emotions but he didn�t have time at the moment to question
them.
Moving to crouch down in front of the monitor, arms on the
work surface
between the two engineers, he rested his chin on the back
on his hand.
�I know you�re scared, Kitt. But you don�t have to
be.
We�re gonna get through this. There are people here
who are here
to help you. Bonnie�s here�.� It was a
struggle to keep his
voice level. �You�re gonna be fine, you just have to
hang in there
for me. Think you can do that?�
He locked his eyes on to the screen and he waited a long
few seconds
before he read Kitt�s reply.
<_i can try
*
Bonnie leaned back and checked her watch. They�d
been at this
almost nine hours. They seemed to have halted the
spread of the virus
but they still had to get it out of the system and they
had no idea of
the damage that had already been caused. She looked
across at Michael.
He was sitting on the floor with his back against the
wall. He�d
angled the monitor so that he could read it from there but
at the moment
he had his head bowed. She could see his lips
moving. How he�d
managed this for what was getting close to five hours, she
had no idea.
He hadn�t left his partner�s side yet and she knew he had
to be in need
of a break.
Rising, she crossed to him and crouched down in front of
him, making
sure she didn�t block his view of the monitor. �Take
five minutes,�
she whispered above the background noise of the
machines. �Get some
air, I�ll go for coffee and sandwiches.�
Michael pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed his
eyes. Then
he nodded and held up one hand, fingers spread in a �five
minutes� gesture.
She nodded back and rose, heading out to find the
engineers some sustenance.
�Kitt, I need to go for five minutes.�
The reaction was the fastest reply he�d had this morning.
<_no please dont leave me stay
�I�ll be five minutes, Kitt, I promise.�
<_michael
�Kitt,� he knew he�d have to be firm or he would never get
out.
�Set your timer, can you reach your timer?�
<_yes
�Set it for five minutes, okay? I promise you I�ll
be back before
it gets to zero. Okay, Pal?�
The response was hesitant.
<_okay
�Good. Now set your timer, I�ll be back in
five.� It was
like he was reassuring a frightened child instead of an
advanced artificial
intelligence. But at the moment, that was how he
imagined Kitt must
be feeling. Despite the computer�s denials, Michael
had long ago
realized his partner was capable of feeling and
emotions. Since the
incident with KARR he�d been convinced that Kitt felt as
those around him
did. Sighing, he took the headset off and dropped it
carefully to
the desk before heading outside.
The sun was still shining, over head now. One of
the engineers
was standing some feet away, smoking, and Michael
approached him.
When he turned around, Michael found it was actually a
�she�. It
surprised him, he hadn�t noticed any females working in
there.
�Hi, I�.� She smiled at him and without him having
to finish,
she fished a crumbled packet of cigarettes from her jeans
pocket and offered
them to him. �Thanks.� She even lit it
for him.
�You�re welcome,� she told him with another smile.
�Don�t worry,
he�s gonna be okay.� Michael tried to speak, but he
found the lump
in his throat wouldn�t let him. She shook her
head. �You�ve
been talking for five hours straight. You don�t have
to make conversation
with me.� And she left him standing there, not quite
believing the
support they had, and the understanding.
Taking a long drag on the cigarette, checking his watch,
he started
to walk. The last year had gone passed in a
whirl. His life
had changed beyond recognition, and after a short
rebellion, he�d changed
with it. Eighteen months ago he would have laughed
at the idea of
a talking car, doubled-over with hilarity if someone had
suggested he would
befriend it. Yet in all his life he couldn�t recall
anyone who�d
been closer to him than Kitt was now. He couldn�t
imagine a day without
the sleek black TransAm�s cheeky computer. He didn�t
want to have
to.
He started to wonder what they�d do if they did lose Kitt
here today
to a virus picked up from some outside network the AI had
interfaced with,
probably at his command. Could they just� create
another one?
Would there be the same voice, the same learning
curve? Would they
try to clone his friend from the backups they had?
Would he be the
same? And yet what worried him the most was, would
he be able to
tell the difference? There seemed something very
wrong about simply
recreating Kitt. He was unique, had every right to
be. If the
technology existed to clone humans, would it be morally
right to do so?
He checked his watch again. Two minutes had
passed. Pulling
another drag on his neglected cigarette, he tapped the ash
to the ground.
He rarely smoked. A hang over from his academy
years, he only tended
to now in times of stress. This was his first since
he�d become Michael
Knight. He�d spent all morning comforting an AI who
was fighting
for his life. A year ago it was something he would
never have imagined
himself doing. This morning he hadn�t thought twice.
Kitt couldn�t die. The mere notion would have been
unbelievable
twelve hours ago. He�d always seen himself as the
vulnerable one,
Kitt as his untouchable saviour, his bodyguard, his
protector. To
have a partner like him, someone utterly dedicated to
keeping him safe,
was an addictive feeling. He knew that the risks he
took had gotten
more and more dangerous as time had passed, simply because
he knew Kitt
was there to save his ass if something went wrong.
But now it was
the other way around, Kitt desperately needed him and he
only had his instinct
to guide him. He could keep the AI occupied while
those so much more
qualified than him worked to save Kitt�s life. He
felt next to useless.
Sighing, he dropped the cigarette on the ground and
stamped on it.
He headed back into the facility at a jog and headed into
the toilets before
returning to the AI lab. It was relatively
quiet. Bonnie wasn�t
back yet but the rest of the engineers were hard at
work. Picking
up the headset again, Michael slipped it over his head and
positioned the
microphone.
�Kitt?�
The AI�s countdown had reached twenty-five by the time his
partner
spoke. The happy response came immediately.
<_michael you came back
He felt his heartstrings pulled at hard. �Kitt, Pal,
of course
I came back. I�m here for you. I just needed
to answer the
call of nature.�
<_more information than I needed
Michael could barely believe his eyes. He chuckled,
shaking his
head gently. �You�re amazing, Kitt. If I
haven�t told you before,
I apologize.�
<_not needed any more jokes?
*
The next hour passed in peace. Michael was really
scraping the
barrel with his jokes, he could even see the nearest
engineer to him wincing
at some of the terrible punch lines he was coming out
with. But Kitt
didn�t seem to mind. Where usually he�d be groaning
in mock-pain,
he was simply asking for more. Michael couldn�t have
known that his
partner was using the constant input as a defence
mechanism of his own,
and that giving the AI something to concentrate on was
just delaying the
inevitable.
Bonnie had brought sandwiches and sodas.
Mid-afternoon, Michael
needed once again to answer nature�s call.
�I need to go again,� he told his partner, standing up and
shaking
some blood into his sleeping legs. �Two
minutes. Want to set
your timer?�
<_no i trust you
Michael was touched. �You have my word.� He
left the headset
on the floor by the wall and indicated to Bonnie that he
was popping out.
She nodded and turned back to her screen. Exactly
three seconds after
the door had closed behind Michael, all hell broke loose.
Status readings that had been holding steady for most of
the day suddenly
started to report critical failings across the
board. Data, memory,
disks, even the neural pathways began to break down.
�What the fuck?!� Steve started to bark commands to
the rest
of the team who obeyed them without question. But
after a minute,
he simply called, �Ideas, people!�
�What happened?� Bonnie asked him, standing next to
him, watching
as he desperately tried to stop the flow of damage.
�I have no idea, it just�.�
The engineer who was sitting closest to the monitor on
which Kitt�s
replies to his driver�s almost-constant talking glanced at
it. And
then up. �Michael�s gone,� he said suddenly.
Bonnie raised her head. �He just needed the toilet!�
�No, I mean, Kitt�s got nothing to hold his attention.�
Steve caught on immediately. �So what would he do?�
There was a silence, and then Bonnie piped up, �Stretch.�
�What?�
�Like you do when you�ve been sitting in one position for
hours.
You lean back and stretch. He�s reached out and
touched every part
of the system.�
Steve�s face fell. �The virus is in the neural nets,
it�s in
him.�
Jenny � the girl who�d given Michael a cigarette outside
an hour or
so earlier, threw back her chair and bolted for the
door. She ran
the short distance to the Gents toilets and threw the door
open.
The expression on Michael�s face as he looked up was
something she would
never forget, even though at that moment it barely
registered.
�You have to get back to him, now.�
Michael didn�t question it. Whether he was finished
or not, she
didn�t find out. She simply let the door close and
two seconds later
he joined her, running into the lab ahead of her and
dropping to his knees
on the floor, grabbing up the headset and speaking into
the mouth piece
before he�d had a chance to put the headset on.
�Kitt.�
The cascade of failures paused.
<_michael somethings wrong
something happened
�I know, Pal. Just stay with me, okay?� He
glanced at Bonnie
who just nodded at him, waving her hand in a circular
motion, indicating
he should just keep talking. �I think they think you
missed me, Kitt.
So I�ll stay here for now, if that�s okay?�
<_i would like that
�Good. I think I�m all out of jokes�.�
<_good
�Hey! They�re A-class jokes I�ve been telling you
there, Buddy.
But like I said, I�ve run out, so I�ll have to start on
stories from the
academy.�
<_oh no really
�You are so ungrateful.� He kept the affection clear
and bright
in his voice. �Okay, so, first year.�
Bonnie could barely believe what had happened. As
soon as Michael
had spoken, what should have been a terminal failure in
all systems had
simply stopped. The readings had levelled out,
albeit lower than
before. It looked as if Steve was right, and the
virus was sitting
within the neural network, dormant until Kitt touched the
rest of his systems.
�Now what?�
�We purge the neural nets. It�s the only way.
We firewall
that system so that Kitt can�t accidentally touch anything
else, and then
we purge� him.�
Bonnie took that in. �And what will that do to him?�
�It shouldn�t do anything to him. It should just
clean out the
virus.�
�Should?�
�Well� we�ve never done this on a live AI before.
Memory and
disks are one thing. Kitt�s� so much more than
that.�
Bonnie didn�t like it, but she knew they didn�t have a
choice.
She nodded. �All right. Let me get Michael to
explain it to
Kitt, then we�ll do it.�
Crouching before him, she handed him a piece of A4 paper
on which she�d
written a few simple statements.
�We�re going to cut Kitt off from the rest of his systems
except input
and output to you and the monitor.
It�ll scare him, but it won�t hurt him. Keep him
with you, keep
him occupied.
We will then purge the virus directly from him.
He may feel uncomfortable.
Keep him calm.
Should take about three minutes once it starts.
When I tell you, ask him to access the other
systems. Stop talking
to him for a minute.
Explain this to him, wave when you�re ready. When we
start KEEP
talking, about ANYTHING�
Michael read what she�d written and nodded. He kept
hold of the
paper.
�Kitt, as fascinating as my stories are, I just have to
explain to you
what Bonnie�s going to do to make you better, okay?�
<_okay
�They�re going to cut you off from your systems, just
leave you with
me, just for a few minutes, all right?�
<_why
�Hey, you know me and computers, Kitt. I just do as
I�m told.
I�ll be here, I won�t leave you, I promise. Is that
all right.�
<_i suppose so
�Okay. They need to purge you of the virus you�ve
picked up.
Bonnie says it�ll be uncomfortable for a few minutes, but
it shouldn�t
hurt.�
<_scared
�I know, Kitt. To be honest, so am I.�
<_why
Michael smiled. �Because I need you, Pal. I
don�t wanna
lose you to some simple virus.�
<_not simple complicated
He chuckled. �I�m sure it is, but that doesn�t
change the fact
that I need you to make it through this for me. I�m
counting on you
to come through for me this time.�
<_ill try
�I know you will, Pal. And I�ll be here, to hold
your hand, so
to speak. So, are we okay with this?�
<_yes
�Good.� He caught Bonnie�s eye and waved. �You
just listen
to me, Kitt, don�t worry about anything else that
happens.�
They firewalled the systems one by one, a very secure
block that would
let neither a virus, nor Kitt through it. Michael
watched one or
two erroneous characters appear on the screen, and just
assumed Kitt was
getting nervy as his interfaces with the rest of whatever
he had started
to be blocked to him.
When they shut him off from main memory storage, he was
left with just
enough to stay aware. One moment he�d known who he
was, where he
was, what was happening. The next, he knew
nothing. He was
intelligence simply existing somewhere. And there
was a voice, calming,
soothing, words that he understood even if they held no
context.
He continued to process the words, to listen.
Finally, they blocked his neural nets from the
processor. Kitt
ceased being able to think. He no longer had the
capacity for fear
and he simply held on to the vibrations of Michael�s voice
like a lifeline.
If it were to vanish from his grasp, he would simply cease
to hold up the
neural pathways, would let them fail because he knew
nothing of consequence.
Steve started the purge as soon as he could. Kitt�s
life was balanced
on a knife-edge. But they could hear Michael�s
constant stream of
words, some of them utterly meaningless, others a
monologue on everything
as he merged the history of his life with what he�d read
in the newspapers
the previous morning.
All the while, Kitt moved from node to node, following
the vibrations
of the voice that almost felt familiar somehow. It
felt safe.
A shiver passed over him, like a whisper of something
cold.
Then it hit. A wave of freezing agony that drove
through him like
steel, tearing him apart in an instant and putting him
back together in
the next. He screamed, yet the sound didn�t leave
him, instead it
echoed around his own empty mind, round and round until he
thought it might
destroy him from the inside out. He lost the
soothing voice, the
vibrations that had been so calming. He lost
everything but the sharp,
deafening cry in his mind�.
�Purge complete,� Steve stated after what had seemed like
a eternity.
�Drop the firewalls. Slowly.� He emphasised
the last word as
first processor, then memory, then all the other
peripherals were opened
up once more to the AI who existed there.
Kitt looked around.
<_michael help me please help me
Michael couldn�t remember a time when he�d been so
relieved to be interrupted.
�It�s okay, Kitt.� It was almost as if he could
sense his partner�s
panic. �It�s all right, Pal. I�m here, I�ve
got you, you�re
safe. It�s all right.� He carried on the
litany until he saw
the next words appear on the screen.
<_what happened
�Remember I told you, they were shutting your access
off to the
rest of your systems, to purge the virus from you.�
<_did it work
�I think we find out in a minute.� He looked over to
Bonnie,
and she nodded. �Okay, Kitt. They want you
to�� he glanced
down at what she�d written to remind himself, ��access
your other systems.
Can you do that for me?�
<_yes
�Do it slowly, Pal.� He didn�t quite understand why,
he just
thought he�d grasped what had happened when he�d gone to
the bathroom.
One system by one, Kitt reached out and stretched himself
carefully
through the system. Traces tracked and monitored his
every move,
while the status readings were watched with critical
eyes. They remained
level, in fact, as Kitt gained confidence, they gained in
integrity.
�We did it,� Bonnie breathed quietly, as if there was a
spell here
she didn�t dare break. Even Michael had fallen
quiet. The figures
rose, from 23% to 35%, upwards to 54%, 62%, 76%. The
relief in the
lab was almost tangible.
Michael just wanted to hug someone. He let himself
slide down
the wall until his ass hit the floor. Pulling his
knees up, he lowered
his forehead to them, closed his eyes and let out the
breath he hadn�t
realized he�d been holding.
�Welcome back, Kitt,� he murmured, mostly to himself.
�It�s good to be back.� Michael started, his head
snapping up
before he realized that the voice had come through the
headset. Not
the cold, neutral tones of the base station, but the warm,
familiar voice
of his partner. He smiled and dropped his head back
to his knees.
He wished he could express everything he was feeling right
now, wish he
could just let Kitt know somehow.
But maybe Kitt did know, because just for a moment he
thought he felt
a little warmer than before.
*
Michael dropped into the driver�s seat of the car and
smiled as the
door closed itself. �Good to be home?�
There was a satisfied hum from the voice modulator.
�I feel good,�
Kitt admitted, a little self-consciously.
�Don�t you ever do that to me again.�
�It wasn�t on purpose, Michael.�
His driver frowned. �Yeah, well, if you would go
mixing with
all these strange computer networks�.�
�It�s part of my job,� the AI responded,
indignantly. �When you
give up dodging bullets, I�ll consider staying on my own
side of their
Firewalls.�
Michael chuckled as he leaned forward to fire up the
engine.
�Like that�s ever going to happen.�
�My point precisely.�
Bonnie watched as Michael peeled the beautiful black
TransAm out down
the drive, crunching gravel under the wide alloys.
Everything was
all right again, until the next time. She could only
hope that they
wouldn�t have too many crisis while Michael Knight was
working for them.
Then again, she�d come to realize, over the last
twenty-four hours, just
how good he was in a crisis. And just how deeply he
did really care
for his partner.
Smiling to herself, she finally decided it was time to get
some sleep.
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