"Here." He handed over the requested item, his movements careful and exaggerated. It wasn't necessary, not really; Bonnie had coded it herself, shook out all the bugs, tested and re-tested everything in a simulator until she was sure it was working perfectly before she'd even dreamed of downloading his extensive program into this android body she'd created. In doing so, she'd made sure to disable the programs concerning the functioning of the car while enabling those that would control this new form, thus ensuring KITT wouldn't be confronted with conflicting and confusing data. In theory, he'd made the transition from car to oversized doll easily and seamlessly.
In theory.
When she'd brought him slowly back online, she'd had him go through a series of tests, designed to reveal any lingering problems that might have arisen in the transfer, but he'd flawlessly performed them all, demonstrating a mastery over his new limbs, integrating these new and different functions into his sense of self.
There had been a small celebration in the garage, Bonnie and Michael and Devon and several technicians who'd helped with the project, with much congratulations and alcohol and maybe some slight teasing about how he seemed to favor Bonnie in appearance. KITT had smiled along, playacting at being human, feeling distinctly uncomfortable at being on display in a body that revealed so much more about one's mental state than a car ever could. It was probably due to the flowing alcohol and general celebratory atmosphere that no one thankfully seemed to notice, and after, he'd even managed to retreat to the corner of the garage where the Trans Am had been parked, out of the way and able to catch his breath, figuratively speaking. He'd stayed there for a long time, just staring at the eerie, now-empty shell of the car, its gauges dark, the scanner silenced.
Home.
There, he'd thought it. This new body had been designed specifically for him, as much as the car ever was. So why didn't it feel right? Why did it feel so alien? The car had been familiar and comfortable from the first day, so what was the problem now?
There shouldn't have been one. There should have been absolutely no issues with this transfer at all. This android should have felt like a second skin, slipped on as easily as the car. So why was he sitting here, broodily staring at it as though he'd never be a part of it ever again? After all, they'd promised - they'd promised - that this was only temporary, special circumstances due to the nature of this particular case, one they'd been working on for well over a year.
So here it was, a few days later, watching Bonnie work on repairs to the Trans Am that had been neglected with the need to get KITT's new body ready, and he was still feeling out of sorts, but faking good cheer.
"It's strange seeing everything from this perspective."
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In theory.
When she'd brought him slowly back online, she'd had him go through a series of tests, designed to reveal any lingering problems that might have arisen in the transfer, but he'd flawlessly performed them all, demonstrating a mastery over his new limbs, integrating these new and different functions into his sense of self.
There had been a small celebration in the garage, Bonnie and Michael and Devon and several technicians who'd helped with the project, with much congratulations and alcohol and maybe some slight teasing about how he seemed to favor Bonnie in appearance. KITT had smiled along, playacting at being human, feeling distinctly uncomfortable at being on display in a body that revealed so much more about one's mental state than a car ever could. It was probably due to the flowing alcohol and general celebratory atmosphere that no one thankfully seemed to notice, and after, he'd even managed to retreat to the corner of the garage where the Trans Am had been parked, out of the way and able to catch his breath, figuratively speaking. He'd stayed there for a long time, just staring at the eerie, now-empty shell of the car, its gauges dark, the scanner silenced.
Home.
There, he'd thought it. This new body had been designed specifically for him, as much as the car ever was. So why didn't it feel right? Why did it feel so alien? The car had been familiar and comfortable from the first day, so what was the problem now?
There shouldn't have been one. There should have been absolutely no issues with this transfer at all. This android should have felt like a second skin, slipped on as easily as the car. So why was he sitting here, broodily staring at it as though he'd never be a part of it ever again? After all, they'd promised - they'd promised - that this was only temporary, special circumstances due to the nature of this particular case, one they'd been working on for well over a year.
So here it was, a few days later, watching Bonnie work on repairs to the Trans Am that had been neglected with the need to get KITT's new body ready, and he was still feeling out of sorts, but faking good cheer.
"It's strange seeing everything from this perspective."