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Kitt (ki2k) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-12-08 14:40:00

Current mood:	calm
Entry tags:	hattie jackson, kitt (2008), kitt 2

Who: KI2K, KI3K, Hattie
What: Meeting the KI3K for the first time
When: Now
Where: At Hattie and Kitt's estate
Warnings: None that I can foresee

A new AI? In a new, updated car? While he had to admit to an almost overwhelming curiosity, he also felt the slight twinge of irritation that could only come when one is faced with their own replacement.

For that's what this car represented. New technology. New breakthroughs. New beginnings. To replace what was outdated, worn, old.

He sighed, brushing the thoughts away with a swipe of his hand down his face. He was tired, overworked and overstressed. It was making him cranky. So maybe there was a hint of smoldering jealousy burning underneath his calm exterior. He'd deal with it. It wasn't important. What was important was making sure that the car arrived without suffering any mishaps along the way. Kitt suspected - no, he knew - that this sort of technology could be very dangerous in the wrong hands, and he was intent on making sure that this AI remained safely in the care of Knight Industries - even if it wasn't quite the same Knight Industries that the AI recognized.

He went out into the chilly evening air dressed in business casual, projecting what he hoped would be just enough authority without seeming overbearing. Arms folded over his chest, he stood in the driveway before the front staircase, waiting for its arrival.

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knight3000
2008-12-08 09:42 pm UTC (link)

"You are surprised. Do you know my driver? Does he exist in this dimensional alternate?" The hood's display flickers to life, displaying another individual's image. "Michael Traceur, twenty-three years old, born September 24th, 1985, son of former Foundation employee Michael Knight. Michael is an ex-Army Ranger who completed three tours, including postings in Iraq and Afgahnistan. Parts of his military record are classified at the highest levels, and to my knowledge were not accessible to Michael himself. He was diagnosed with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder following said, and claims to have large gaps in his memory from his service. I do not know why. He has been most concerned about this since I have known him."

The image changes once again to that of Graiman. "Dr. Charles Graiman. Born, June 28th, 1946, he boasts several degrees in computer science and robotics from Oxford and MIT and has specialized in the development of articial intelligence for three decades. I was created to be an extension of Knight Industries, to be operated with a human driver, to undertake contracted missions from the U.S. Government critical to national security."

His specs flicker up beside the images. "My matrix is based upon the latest advances in the field of nanotechnology, and features a complex neural network. I am capable of biometric and genetic testing in the field, and boast sonar and rader capability and display. I have access to multiple defense mechanisms and my shell can withstand up to 7,000psi, enabling underwater maneuvers to a depth of approximately 500 feet. My coating features pyroclastic lamination and a chameleon matrix, which enables me to camouflage my appearance. I am also capable of completely rearranging my form to better enable stealth operations."

The list is staggering, even in its partiality:

3D Heads-Up Display
Laser Weapons System
Holographic Projection
Personal Safety System
Nanotech Cloaking
360-Degree Video Surveillance
Laser-Guided Missile Defense
Mini-KITT Reconnaissance Drone
In-Seat Medical Diagnosis
Biometric Analysis
Military-Grade GPS
Voice Analyzer
Blood Analyzer
3-Dimensional Item Replication
Infrared Tracking Scope [Range: 20 miles]

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	hattie_notqueen 2008-12-08 09:55 pm UTC (link)
	Hattie's jaw dropped and she shook her head slightly, sitting back against the wall and turning to look at Kitt with wide eyes. After he'd held his hand up, she wasn't about to say anything, but she couldn't hide her shock, either. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ki2k
2008-12-08 10:14 pm UTC (link)

Unlike Hattie's, Kitt's eyes had narrowed as he digested this information. He swallowed back most of the questions that immediately sprang to mind, choosing instead to focus on only a few.

"I wasn't aware that Michael ever had a son. If he does, the dimensions have diverged farther back than any of us was previously aware." It was said mostly to Hattie, but then he turned back to the car. "Do you know where Michael Knight is now?" This 'Michael Traceur' was not his problem, at least not yet. The news of his memory gaps was disturbing in a vague, not-really-connected way. "Does the Foundation still exist, in any form? Devon Miles? Bonnie Barstow? April Curtis, even? Since when did Knight Industries agree to work with the government? Don't you help normal people? Every day, working-class people who can't help themselves against those more powerful?" He shook his head. What had happened to Wilton Knight's vision? Granted, he himself hadn't exactly taken up the mantle since his arrival here, but at least he and Michael had made the commitment for as long as they were together.

When had Michael had a son? He ran through a mental checklist of the women Michael had become... acquainted with, over the years, then realized he'd probably need either his laptop or his own processors to make sense of that particular list. It was entirely possible, therefore.

Just. Strange, to be confronted so bluntly with the knowledge.

A thought struck him. "What became of the Two Thousand? Does Dr. Graiman ever speak of him?" He'd been instrumental in Kitt's own construction, a fact that he'd learned only many years later.

He also had to admit, that yes, this list of specs was rather impressive. The morphing technology, along with the nanotechnology, was particularly intriguing. Kitt was, however, gratified to note that while they may have been upgraded, many of this car's features mimicked his own. Again he wondered if it might be possible to integrate such features into himself.

"And what about you? Do you have any questions for me, or for Hattie?"

	knight3000 2008-12-08 11:08 pm UTC (link)
	The car's response is delivered in the same tone as all his others to date; but there seems to be something else contained within it, somehow, in its plain expression. Or perhaps it is merely human projection of emotion upon an artificial intelligence. "What will become of me now?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	knight3000 2008-12-09 12:22 am UTC (link)
	"You are disappointed by my prior answers." It isn't a question as much as a statement. Still the smooth red strobe tracks, splitting into two, gliding along its hood, then combining once more in its center. Another pause. "You do not trust me." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)