That made Kitt sit up and take notice, suddenly and swiftly. He held up a hand to silence anything further that Hattie might have to say, more brusquely than he would have liked, but this was important.
"Michael?" He was leaning forward without realizing it, caught himself doing so and leaned back again, straightening his tie, trying to regain his air of aloof decorum.
"Not much long before then, though." He didn't want to make it seem that they had been out of the loop for that long.
He shook his head, needing to regroup, then pinched the bridge of his nose. "Tell me about Michael first. Then Dr. Graiman, and why you were created. Then about your specs." He wondered if there was anything of his technology incorporated into this newer model. Not physically, perhaps, but if any of his innovations had survived to be carried over after 26 years.