New World, Old Friends

A New World to Get Threatened In

"There is an intruder on the premises," a muffled voice penetrates my equally muffled brain. Slowly I begin to realize that the metal grating and sharp noises around me are unfamiliar as my country home lacks these certain aspects. Oddly enough, I can feel the presences around me. The pulse of electricity, the heartbeats, the curiosity mingled with panic. My own panic. I am not where I am supposed to be. Suddenly I feel course, bruising hands jolt me into a standing position, well what would be a standing position if I could get my knees to lock in place. Instead, I sag pathetically against the thumping heartbeat and suffocating man currently yelling questions I do not understand.

Somewhere along the lines of "terrorist" and the clicking of a gun I find myself waking from the fog. My eyes clear to see many people. Ones that I recognize but cannot wrap my head around. Faces that belong to actors, not real life people. Panic seems to be my best friend today as I feel myself blanch and my heartbeat pulse in my veins. I take in my surroundings quickly as I see more people flooding the control room. The room I am currently coming to terms with existing. The people who I respect shoving guns in my face and threatening me. But my brain reminds me they are FBI, highly trained agents, and the most intelligent people alive. Then time stops.

The black Shelby Cobra sits in its central spot. Silent. That's who's voice I heard. That is who I throw all my hopes at. Suprising the men holding my prone body, I make a leap towards the driver side door of the car. And before the first bullet can leave its chamber I am inside KITT with his doors closed. Commands and a couple more bullets from various agents come at me but all I can focus on is the softly glowing 'eye' of the car, now analyzing me.

"KITT," a soft, raspy voice pleads, my voice. It surprises me until I realize it is the last thing I should be worried about.

"KITT emergency protocols, override all previous directives. Lockdown." Words similar to ones I faintly remember flow so easily, and surprisingly, he listens. The locks engage and he changes into Attack Mode. It is startling and beautiful and disorienting. I feel myself slipping, black edging my vision and breath coming quick, too quick.

"Please calm down. You are safe and secure in my interior." KITT's voice breaks through the panic but does little to reassure me as dozens of angry agents and scientists now screaming, and some even banging on KITT's hood and windows, send me back into a state.

"Please step away or I will be forced to take defencive measures," KITT's calm, stern voice only seems to enrage and confuse the people outside.

"KITT open these doors! She is an unidentified individual; she could be dangerous." Agent Rivai was yelling at both KITT and her agents now surrounding the vehicle.

"Dad what is going on? Back off! KITT please! What are you doing?" Now I see Sarah, who is obviously worried about KITT. I could sense her frustration and blood pulsing.

"KITT, what is wrong with me? I can feel people, their heartbeats, the data, I can feel it all, just tickling my brain. Why am I here?" I decided to ignore the growing confusion outside and focus on my own. The only one I can trust 100% is KITT right now.

"I do not know. I have scanned you and although you appear to be human, you also possess similar attributes to my own data core. You also do not show up in any of the FBI's archives." The red iris of KITT's interface focused on me as I became more confused but excited. I was different. I liked it. I always wanted to be special.

"KITT see if you can scan me and figure out what is inorganic. Also, pull up the feed from when I originally showed up. I did not purposely come here. I don't even remember coming here at all." I could feel the furrow in my brows deepen, even more so when I saw myself appear on the surveillance feed outside the doors, only to be dragged in here by Torres.