In a movie called Super Intelligence, an AI tries to see the good side of people before thinking about destroying the world. The AI can speak in any voice, and for the purpose of this scene… it uses KITT’s voice!
Decided to find some new ideas about KI3T. So, those are my concepts for newer designs for him. If new FLAG would exist, KI3T could probably be upgraded to be in time with present cars’ aesthetics.
Warning for a long post!
Well, from this good boi:
He could have saved those kind of Mustangs:
Classy ‘stang (just like in the series, but with more sassy look)
And throughout the years he’d have:
This one to these HOT ones:
I believe KI3T would look just like here at 2022 ❤️
They’d had so much success with the creativity experiments, but both Starfleet and the Knight Foundation had made it clear that they considered such experiments to be a waste of time. She assured them it had done wonders for his fine motor skills, but they put a stop to the experiments after only four months. It was a pity, really…KITT was such a good painter. Bonnie had several of his works hanging up in her quarters, all of the ones that he had given to her. She was particularly fond of that one with the bright purple flower…
In lieu of Bonnie’s carefully planned out developmental curriculum, Starfleet and the Knight Foundation had ordered KITT to start on agility and dexterity tests. Next came sparring drills against other androids, but his underdeveloped balance and coordination kept him coming back to Bonnie after each session, each time damaged in some new way.
It was so frustrating watching him assure her that he was alright with the change in his curriculum, that she had nothing to worry about, all while she had to repair delicate microcircuits and parts of his body that she’d spent a good chunk of her lifetime developing. She was also beginning to sense a definite shift in his demeanour that left her feeling unsettled. He seemed so much more withdrawn…not at all like his sunny, amicable disposition when they had been painting together. He hardly ever smiled anymore.
She knew android rights were basically in their infancy, but she was grateful that KITT was at least allowed some down time amidst his ‘obligations’ to Starfleet and the Knight Foundation. And she was grateful that KITT unequivocally chose to spend those off hours with her. It allowed her to continue his developmental curriculum, at least to an abbreviated degree. She had to spend so much time repairing him now, she hardly had time to play Chess and Kal toh with him, or paint or draw with him. Or to watch him play the violin. But, at least in their off hours, she could try to help him improve his balance and coordination to help him in those godforsaken sparring drills.
Last month, they had done some Capoeira, Tai Chi, and Klingon MoQbara on the holodeck, which had helped reduce KITT’s injuries by about 12%, but it hadn’t seemed to help his morale. He looked so tired this month.
“Hello, Bonnie,” KITT greeted her. He looked even more tired then than he had after she had repaired him earlier that day.
“Hi, KITT,” she welcomed him in and gestured for him to sit. He sat on the couch opposite the door to her quarters.
“Are you doing alright?”
“I’m alright, Bonnie,” KITT said, holding her gaze.
She stared back at him, sensing deception from him. “KITT,” she said softly. “I didn’t programme you to lie.”
He averted his gaze. “I…don’t want to trouble you.”
She silently crossed the room and sat next to him. “KITT. What troubles me,” she made sure he was looking at her before she continued. “…is that you’re not telling me what’s wrong.”
KITT’s gaze shifted away from her’s again, and he looked deep in thought. She tried to reach out to him with her mind, but she found his closed off.
“I…” KITT began after a moment. “While I do enjoy my agility and dexterity tests, I…really do not enjoy these sparring drills. Although, I know they are necessary for my entrance into Starfleet. I do not wish to let anyone down.”
She nodded and put a hand on his shoulder, sensing a determination in him that she hadn’t sensed before.
“I don’t think you’re letting anybody down, KITT.” It’s them who are letting you down by not allowing you a normal development period, she didn’t say.
“I’m glad to hear you say that,” KITT said. He straightened his back. “So, what will we do today? More MoQbara?”
Bonnie smiled softly at him. He was all business these days.
“I thought today we would take a bit of a break.”
He looked at her. “Oh?”
She stood and held out her hand. “Have you ever wanted to try ballroom dancing, KITT?”
A small smile played at the corners of his lips. “I…hadn’t thought I would have the time.”
They both went to the holodeck and muddled through a holographic dance instructor’s lesson for about an hour. After a while, Bonnie noticed that they were getting the hang of it, and before she knew it, she felt like she was gliding across the floor. She laughed as they twirled around the room—her hand in KITT’s and his other hand on her hip—she was so happy that his smile had returned to his face.
By the time the dance instruction programme ended, she had begun to sense something else from KITT. Something she couldn’t place.
“Computer,” KITT called. “Please play Gymnopedie № 1 in D.”
As the music began, he took her hand and placed his other hand on her hip once more.
She put her other hand on his shoulder, wishing he would look at her. She couldn’t tell what he was feeling, and it was something she was so unaccustomed to.
They started to move with the music and he finally brought his gaze up to hers. She could sense that he was more relaxed than he had seemed in months, but there was still something she was missing. Maybe her worry was clouding her ability to read him.
They danced to the slow music and Bonnie willed herself to stop worrying about him. They both needed a break and she knew he could sense her worry. She closed her eyes allowed herself to just be led. She lost herself in the sweeping turns and the slow steps, imagining herself in a flowing dress with sparkling embroidery.
He took her into another turn, watching a smile spread over her face. He knew she was lost somewhere in her imagination; a skill he hadn’t quite mastered yet. He envied her a little for it, but he knew she would eventually teach him how. He wished he could be with her all the time instead of going through those sparring drills. He wished he could spend forever with her.
“This is quite…” he paused, his feet stilling as Bonnie looked up at him. The sight of her eyes filled him with an emotion he couldn’t quite comprehend. “Enjoyable…Bonnie…”
Then, as she looked at him, she suddenly understood what she had missed in his feelings before. Attachment. Attraction. Infatuation.
“Yes…it…it is,” Bonnie replied, a bit breathlessly. She’d been suppressing those same emotions towards him ever since their painting lessons.
Only he wasn’t supposed to be able to feel those emotions yet. She had specifically programmed his emotions to develop slowly to avoid this very thing…
He’d been progressing so fast. Faster than she had anticipated. They were conducting an experiment in creativity this month, and his paintings already showed so much life.
She looked at him then, and she could barely believe that it had been 6 months since she’d activated him.
Six months. It seemed like nothing compared to the 15 years she’d spent developing his programme. His cybernetic brain. His body…
She caught herself allowing her gaze to follow the sharp line of his jaw, the tight creases of his uniform, the obtuse angle of the illuminated chevron on his chest…
Her cheeks reddened slightly and she forced herself to look back at her painting.
“Something wrong, Bonnie?” KITT asked as he continued painting petals on a bright purple flower.
“Uh, it’s just…” Bonnie wasn’t sure what to say. She gestured at his canvas. “…Yours looks so much better than mine.”
The android’s hand stilled and he furrowed his brows. He looked over at her.
“Bonnie, aren’t you the one who told me that painting is an art, not a competition?”
He held her gaze, and she couldn’t help smiling at him.
“Idid say that, didn’t I?”
“You did,” the android confirmed. A small smile played at the corners of his lips as he turned back to his painting.
Bonnie took in a breath and let it out slowly. She supposed she couldn’t be blamed for admiring her ownart.
“Congratulations, Bonnie! They said it couldn’t be done, and you did it.”
“The first android with telepathic abilities. He will be a great benefit to Starfleet and all of the peoples of the federation.”
“Dr. Soong would be proud.”
—
“Hello, I am the K-I 2000 model android. How may I be of assistance?”
Bonnie couldn’t help smiling. This was the voice she’d worked so hard to create. It was like music to her ears.
“Welcome to the Daystrom institute, KITT.”
“The Daystrom Institute of Cybernetics. The hub for the foremost research on cybernetics and my birthplace. KITT…” The android paused and moved his head, looking at her for the first time. “Inquiry: what is…KITT?”
She can’t hold back a small laugh. She knows he isn’t in the loop, but she’s been calling this project—she’s been calling him that for the past 15 years. Ever since the Knight Foundation, Starfleet, and the Daystrom Institute of Cybernetics agreed to fund her work.
There had been so much preparation. So many sleepless nights. A decade and a half of careful planning and hard work. She’d waited so long for this moment, and it was finally here.
“It’s an abbreviation of your full name, Knight-Isometric 2000.”
He blinked at her, light glinting off his golden irises. “Ah. Understood. I am the K-I 2000 model android. I am called KITT, for short.”
“Yes, KITT,” Bonnie agreed, nodding. Her smile broadened. She knew there was so much more work to do, but this was just the beginning. This was the beginning of the rest of her life. “Welcome to the world.”
3637 words Bonnie/KITT oneshot Plot with porn First time/mutual masturbation You can read the story here under the cut or on Ao3 Listen I wrote this for me so don’t even try to tell me if you don’t like it. It literally won’t matter to me
Bonnie reminisces about her childhood as she installs KITT’s new perceptual processor, and the two of them discover a mutual attraction while they’re testing the new component. Poor Michael’s a bit out of the loop. (Unbeta’d and only cursorily checked for typoes. Sorry for spelling/grammar mistakes.)
“Hey, Bonnie, you get those spark plugs in tight?”
“Yep!”
“You remembered to gap ‘em, right?”
“Of course I did!”
“That’s my girl! Ok, hand me the torque wrench, with—hey, there, speedy, I’m not done telling you what size socket I need!”
“You’re working on the cover for the cylinder head, dad, I already know you need the 3/8.”
“Bonnie, you’re sharper than any tool in this workshop. You’ll be able to do anything you put your mind to.”
“Iknow, dad. You tell me that all the time! Come on! Hurry up! I want to see her run!”
“Well, ok there, speedy! Just you hold your horses, I’ll be done in a jiffy!”
“Bonnie?”
“Bonnie?”
Bonnie blinks. She hadn’t expected that memory to pop up now.
“Bonnie?”
“Ah…” She shakes her head. “Yes KITT?”
“You were installing the central unit for my perceptual processor when you just…stopped. Are you alright?”
A smile plays at the corner of Bonnie’s lips and she nods.
“I’m alright, KITT, just thinking too hard, that’s all.”
“Thinking too hard? About what?”
Bonnie pauses, connecting a bundle of some of the thousands of tiny circuits that now connected each part of KITT’s body from head to taillight to the central unit.
“Just some old memories paying me a visit,” she says vaguely.
KITT is silent for a moment as Bonnie connects more circuits. He’s starting to feel the strangest sensations…they’re bringing words to his mind like ‘soft’, ‘tingly’…some of them remind him of Bonnie’s hair, and some remind him of TV static.
“Old…memories, Bonnie?” KITT asks, trying not to pay attention to the rush of new sensations.
Bonnie pauses and looks around. Michael was asleep in the cab of the semi and Devon was having tea in the lounge room.
“I was…” she pauses. “I was thinking about my dad,” she says, her voice low, like it was supposed to be a secret somehow.
“Ah, I see. What’s he like?” KITT asks, his voice low like Bonnie’s.
“He was…” Bonnie pauses to softly laugh. “He was a gas, that’s for sure.”
KITT pauses. “…’was’, Bonnie?”
“Yeah, it’s ok, KITT. He lived a good life.” Bonnie clears her throat. “He was a mechanic.” She laughs. “He always wanted a son and a daughter, so one of us would help him in the shop. But what he got was my sister and me.”
“You…still helped him in the shop, I take it?” KITT asks.
Bonnie nods. “Yeah, I was always in there with him. My sister, not so much. I thought it was great…he was the parent who let me make a mess. Taught me how to create. We’d spend hours on his old cars, or fixing up his friend’s cars. I used to help him put in radios and tape decks…He and I even designed a few extra components ourselves. Built them out of spare parts.”
Bonnie connects another bundle of circuits and KITT suddenly feels…a soft pressure…somewhere…if he could just isolate where it is…
“If it wasn’t cars, he was always playing with household appliances. We were allowed to take apart anything in the kitchen if it so much as made a noise my mother didn’t like. But I think I liked working on cars the best. I never felt more at home than when I was working on a car. My dad used to tease me that I liked cars more than people…”
Bonnie connects another bundle and suddenly the pressure makes sense. It’s right where Bonnie’s hand is…it’s warm and soft, and KITT can’t help gasping, though he doesn’t have any lungs.
“KITT?” There’s a waver of worry in Bonnie’s voice. “Are you alright?”
“I-I’m sorry, Bonnie, I felt…Well, it just surprised me, that’s all.”
“What did you feel?” Bonnie asks.
“Your hand. I felt a pressure, and then you connected the next circuit and I realised it was…your hand on my front fender.”
Bonnie smiles widely. “You did? That’s great!! Ok, two more circuits, and we’ll see what else you can feel!”
For some reason, the thought of that worries KITT. What if he reacts poorly again?
“Let’s get back to your father,” KITT says.
“KITT, we just made a major breakthrough, and you want to talk about my father?”
“He’s the one who inspired you to become a computer engineer, is he not?”
Bonnie smiles. “That’s true…”
“Then we have his influence on you to thank for your genius, right?”
Bonnie put a hand on her hip. “Well, I guess? But I can’t give him all the credit. My mother’s a psycholinguist, so you can thank her influence on me for how well you’re able to speak.”
KITT is intrigued. “Oh! Really?”
Bonnie nods, then leans forward to connect the next circuit. “She’s done work on multilingual lexical access and discourse processing that revolutionised the field. Without her suggestions, your multilingual semantic-contexual database processor wouldn’t exist. Without it, you probably wouldn’t even know what a car was.”
“Not a very thrilling prospect…” KITT says, slightly uncomfortable. He’s been feeling more and more like TV static since Bonnie connected that last circuit.
“Ok, here we go…last one!” Bonnie connects the final circuit.
Suddenly, the TV static feeling is completely gone. In fact, he doesn’t feel much different than he did before Bonnie connected the thing. He hopes it didn’t short out.
“Oh dear…I…don’t feel anything.”
“Don’t worry, KITT, we haven’t even tested it yet! Can you close your hood for me?”
KITT does as he’s told and sits there, humming. He waits for a while as Bonnie scribbles down something on her clipboard.
“Ok, open your doors?” Bonnie asks without looking up.
KITT doesn’t understand why he should, but he complies. As his doors are opening, however, he suddenly feels something; the rush of cool air over his protective shell.
“Oh…” he blurts.
“Yes?” Bonnie asks.
“I…felt the air over my shell.”
Bonnie’s smile lights up her whole face and then she’s scribbling on the clipboard some more. KITT thought he felt something when Bonnie smiled, but…that was ridiculous. She hadn’t been touching him, so he couldn’t have felt anything. Right? …Right.
“Ok,” Bonnie finishes her scribbling and places a hand on KITT’s hood, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. “How about this?”
“Oh,” KITT says, surprised.
“Yes?” Bonnie asks, her smile widening, her eyes full of giddy anticipation.
“Bonnie, I can feel every line of your handprint…I can even give you a hard copy!”
“Yes!! KITT, we did it!” Bonnie laughs and scribbles on her clipboard again.
“That…was the plan? To make me a fingerprint analyst?” KITT asks, a bit bemused.
“Well, it was part of the plan,” Bonnie says, walking over to sit inside KITT. “This way, if a criminal ever touches you, you’ll be able to send the fingerprints to Devon or me…”
When she sits in his driver’s seat, he feels the pressure in his seat and the warmth from her skin through her clothes, and he has a sudden urge to close the doors, or to engage the passive laser restraints. When he tries to determine why, he’s dismayed to discover that he can’t come up with a logical reason.
“But I also think it’ll be useful if you can localise small, difficult-to-locate areas of damage that could possibly threaten you,” Bonnie was saying. “And I wanted you to be able to tell me more specific information about the damage.”
“A wise precaution, Bonnie,” KITT says, still actively suppressing his urge to shut the doors.
“You seem…a little trepidatious, KITT, is everything alright?”
“Yes, Bonnie, it’s fine!”
He may have been a bit too quick to respond, because she eyes his dashboard.
“Look, don’t worry! I’ve given you full control over whether the system is on or off, so if you’re getting shot at or dodging bombs, you can turn off the processor until you’re out of danger and have time to assess your damage.”
KITT actually feels a surge of relief at that. Not that he’d admit it.
“That is very reassuring, Bonnie.”
“Ok, now let’s test the interior sensors.”
“Interior sensors?”
“Yes, I’ve put some in the seats so that you’ll be more accurately able to scan the people inside, and you can leave it on a continuous passive scan for a few hours if you want without draining too much power. Go ahead and scan me.”
KITT obliges, and suddenly, a flood of information about Bonnie’s state of being hits him. “Your blood pressure is 120 over 80, your pulse is 88, your blood oxygen concentration is 98%, your respiration rate is 48, your body temperature is 36.6º C…Your blood alcohol content is zero! I’ve never been able to take that before…I’m also getting a 6 lead EKG, and your rhythm is normal sinus—Bonnie, what am I possibly going to do with all of this medical information?”
“You might need all of this if you ever have to take Michael to the hospital. He’s not going to take himself; you know how stubborn he is. So if he’s ever unconscious and in need of medical attention, you’ll be able to give a full report to whatever hospital you end up taking him to.”
“That…is a very wise precaution, Bonnie,” KITT starts to say, but his thoughts stop immediately when Bonnie’s hands rest on his steering wheel. “Oh…” He can no longer suppress that urge he’d been surppressing and his doors shut without his permission.
KITT feels a spike in Bonnie’s heart rate, and her hands slip from the steering wheel.
“KITT, why’d you shut the doors?”
KITT hastily springs them open again. “I’m sorry, Bonnie, I…don’t know what happened.” Which isn’t technically a lie. But he can’t explain why he’d had the urge in the first place, so he’s a bit reluctant to mention that part of it.
“Hmm…Maybe I got a wire crossed somewhere…there are 12,987 of them.” Bonnie takes her clipboard and makes a few notes. “Let’s try this again.”
She puts her hands on his steering wheel again, and KITT can suddenly feel the warmth from her skin directly on his sensors. He can feel her heartbeat through her fingers and he knows exactly how soft and warm her hands are, to the nearest thousandths place. He suddenly feels that tingly feeling again, only this time it’s not like TV static.
This time it’s…nice. This time, he doesn’t want it to stop.
“Ohh…”
KITT’s headlights suddenly raise without his permission.
Bonnie sits there for a moment with her hands on the wheel, staring at the now-raised headlights. She slowly lets her hands drop to her lap.
“KITT, are you alright? That sounded…” She paused. “That sounded like a…” She can’t bring herself to say the word ‘moan’. She didn’t programme KITT to moan. Did she?
KITT feels Bonnie’s heart rate spike again, and her body temperature has raised by a fraction of a point. He’s is still trying to process what was happening with himself, but when he looks in his self-diagnostics, he finds what looks like the answer.
“Ah…I…I think I see the problem,” KITT says. “I’m reading two separate, small-scale electrical overloads, occurring just before both incidents.”
“Any ideas on the cause?” Bonnie asks.
“I’m assuming…they’re related to my unfamiliarity with physical sensation, Bonnie.”
“Oh, of course! That makes perfect sense. I’m sorry, KITT,” Bonnie says, pressing a palm to her forehead. “Well, I suppose it’s back to the old drawing board…I need to devise another suppression system to stop those overloads from spreading. I’ll disconnect—“
“No!” KITT blurts, surprising both himself and Bonnie.
“I mean…” KITT backpedals. “Couldn’t we just try to…acclimate me to them?”
Bonnie looks at him for a long time with an unreadable look on her face, and KITT can only imagine what Bonnie’s thinking. He’s never felt nervous before, but maybe the unpleasant anticipation-and-TV-static feeling he’s currently experiencing is pretty close.
“Are y-…” Bonnie looks away from his dashboard and bites her lip. She turns back to him after a moment. “…Are you enjoyingyourself?”
KITT tries to think of something to say. He doesn’t want to answer her directly. What’s she going to think? What would Michael say in a situation like this? Probably something that would make Bonnie roll her eyes. KITT can’t find an answer for her in his central processing unit. He’s not supposed to enjoy things. He can’t enjoy things. He wasn’t programmed to enjoy things. But he can’t deny that he didn’t want that tingling sensation to stop. Or that he wishes Bonnie would put her hands back on his steering wheel. But he can’t tell her that. What if she takes away the new system?
KITT sits there and hums.
Bonnie sighs. “Alright, forget I asked. We’ll finish this test, and I’ll only remove the new unit if I think it might be a danger to you.”
That’s fair. “Alright,” KITT agrees.
“Ok,” Bonnie says. “I’m going to put my hand on your gear shift.”
“Thanks for the warning.”
KITT is pleased to discover that he can feel the warmth and softness of Bonnie’s hands here, too. He’s grateful that he’s able to suppress his urge to vocalise his pleasure this time, but only just barely.
But Bonnie sits there for a while with her hand on the gear shift, a look on her face like the one Michael gets when he’s trying to decide whether or not to do something risky.
“Bonnie?”
“Let me know if this starts another overload, and I’ll stop right away, alright?” Bonnie says, her voice low like a secret again, even though no one else can hear her.
“Alrighoohh,Bonnie…“
KITT feels that same tingling sensation he got earlier as Bonnie strokes her hand up and down the shaft of his gear shift a few times, agonisingly slowly. All he can register is the fact that he doesn’t want her to stop as the doors shut again, the passive laser restraint system engages, and the windows tint. All without KITT’s permission.
KITT wonders if embarrassment feels like overheating, or driving through a fire. Because that’s what he feels like as he un-tints the windows, opens the doors, and disengages the passive laser restraints. He’s almost positive that Bonnie will want to take the system away from him now.
He’s about to apologise, but all she does for a moment is sit there, staring at the gear shift. KITT scans her again and notices that her heart rate and respiration have raised a few points, and that there’s a concentration of heat pooling in her groin area. That’s a puzzling reading, to be sure. That happens to Michael sometimes, but only when he’s in the presence of a beautiful woman.
“Bonnie, are you alright? I’m sorry if I frightened you,” KITT says.
“No, KITT, you didn’t frighten me,” Bonnie said. She sounds distracted. “What, uh…what did you read that time? Another overload?”
KITT accesses the diagnostics. “Yes, Bonnie, the one that just happened was the largest one, uh…” KITT is suddenly distracted by the sensation of Bonnie’s hand running over the length of his dashboard. “A-and the one that spread to the most system…uh…systems…”
KITT’s thoughts swim in that tantalising tingling feeling as Bonnie’s hand trails down the dashboard back down to his gear shift. Her hand ghosts over the shaft.
He can’t stop his vocal processor from engaging. “Bonnie…please…”
“What, KITT? Tell me what you want.”
“Please…touch me, Bonnie…”
The moment her hand closes over his gear shaft, his doors snap shut and the windows tint; this time, with his expresspermission.
“B-Bonnie…”
Bonnie’s hand slowly strokes KITT’s shaft; up and down…it boggles KITT’s circuits how something can be so sweet and so agonising all at once.
KITT is vaguely aware that more heat is pooling in Bonnie’s groin area and that her heart rate is up past 112, but he’s so busy doing everything in his power to prevent his radio from turning on unexpectedly, or to prevent—god forbid—the transmitter from engaging. At least he still has control over those things. He finds he’s lost control over his vocal processor.
“Bonnie…oh,Bonnie…Please don’t stop…don’t stop…that, whatever it is you’re doing. Please don’t stop. Oh, Bonnie…”
Bonnie can feel her face burning. She really shouldn’t be doing this…but there’s something about the way KITT is saying her name that’s sending a shock right down between her legs.
The windows are tinted. No one’s going to see her. And the fact that this is so forbidden already has her so wet. She can’t resist rubbing herself through her jeans with her free hand, but it isn’t quite what she wants. She pauses for a moment to unbutton and unzip her jeans.
KITT was about to complain that she’d stopped, but instead, all he can do is watch as she shimmies out of her jeans and tosses them into the passenger’s seat. Now she’s sitting in his driver’s seat with nothing more than a flimsy piece of silk between the skin of her legs and his upholstery. KITT’s headlights raise by themselves.
KITT keens as Bonnie returns her hand to his gear shaft. Her other hand rests on the front of her panties, and her middle finger circles her clit through the thin, soft material before she starts rubbing herself up and down, matching the rhythm she’s taken on KITT’s gear shaft.
“Bonnie! Oh, Bonnie…please…Oh, Bonnie…”
“KITT…” She says breathlessly. Each time time KITT says her name, it sends a rush down to where she’s touching herself. Pretty soon, she finds herself dipping her hand below her panties and inserting a few fingers inside herself, wetting her fingers before returning her attention to her clit.
“Oh…KITT…”
“Oh, Bonnie…Bonnie…please…”
Her rhythm gets more quick, irregular, and desperate on the both of them as she chases her release, and KITT suddenly wishes he could touch her like Michael touches all the women he ‘makes out’ with in the backseat. KITT doesn’t want this to end. It’s all KITT can do not to record Bonnie’s soft moans, gasps, and yelps so he can play them silently to himself over and over again, trying to relive this moment in his memory. All of his systems are hyperstimulated, but the overloads are well within safety limits, and he seems to be getting the hang of suppressing certain systems for longer periods of time. Besides. He needs to acclimate to this higher demand on his system somehow. This is definitely his preferred way of doing it.
Suddenly Bonnie cries out, arches her back, and KITT registers several strong, consecutive spasms in her vaginal walls. He’d never seen that before…he’d be worried if he didn’t detect so much oxytocin in Bonnie’s system. A quick search of his semantic-contextual database reveals that it’s called an orgasm and that it’s a normal possible outcome of sexual intercourse…and he suddenly—against his better programming—feels a bit smug.
Bonnie feels like her face is on fire. Now that the arousal has worn off, she can’t believe she just did that in front of KITT. She wipes her hand on the rag she has in the back pocket of her jeans, trying to think of how to explain to KITT what she just did. What they just did.
“Bonnie, that was…” KITT finds himself at a loss for words.
“KITT, I—“
“Can we do that again sometime?” KITT interrupts.
Bonnie blinks at him. “You…want to do that again?”
“Yes,” KITT says pointedly.
Bonnie is surprised silent for a moment. She looks down at her pants and guesses she should probably put those back on before Michael wakes up and comes to ask about how KITT is doing after the new upgrade. A smile spreads over her face.
“We’ll see.”
——
“Hey, why are the windows tinted?”
“Try it now, KITT.”
When the windows un-tint, Michael sees Bonnie in the driver’s seat, writing something on her little clipboard.
“Better?”
“Yes, I was able to let the overload through specific systems without compromising my most important systems, and it naturally faded as it went.”
“Perfect! That’s right where we want it.”
Michael kneels next to the window and knocks on it. “Hey, uh, what are you guys talking about?”
Bonnie opens the door, causing Michael to have to move, and steps outside. “We were perfecting KITT’s new perceptual processor.”
Michael pauses. “That’s what you’ve been doing all night?? It’s already 7am! Did you even sleep?”
Bonnie tilts her head. “Michael! I am a professional! I had to make sure that KITT was in perfect working order for you.”
Bonnie holds her clipboard to her chest and walks over to KITT’s front fender. She smiles, then kneels down and gives KITT a kiss, right next to his front sensor.
“Goodnight, KITT.”
KITT hums. “Sleep well, Bonnie.” Michael has never heard that dreamy tone in KITT’s voice before.
Michael stares at the two of them, then follows Bonnie back towards the cab. “Hey, wait a minute…How come he gets a goodnight kiss and I don’t?”
Bonnie turns to him and smiles.
“You know, I was thinking about my dad a lot today. He used to tease me about how I liked cars more than I liked people. He’d say to me ‘Speedy, if you love cars so much, why don’t you marry one?’ He may have been joking, but…” Bonnie winked at KITT. “I might just take his advice.”
