[center][img]https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/fa/Knight_Rider.svg/800px-Knight_Rider.svg.png[/img] [url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GbfVmzF7N4g]Intro music[/url][/center] [b]LOCATION: The 395, United States of America[/b] Driving along the 395 between Adelanto and Inyokern was a black two door coupe. The smooth, aerodynamic body of the vehicle quickly betrayed that it was not an ordinary family car such as, say, a Chevrolet Malibu- no, the sleek design belonged to a sports car, a Pontiac Trans-Am to be exact. Its driver, a tanned man with a messy hairdo and a garish black leather jacket, was sitting leisurely behind the wheel. He was singing along to a song that was blasted on the vehicle's entertainment system. The whole situation could best be described as an ordinary road trip: just a man and his machine, cruising along a highway through the desert. One thing was off, however: the man in the Trans-Am was being chased by bikers. Two burly men on bikes were chasing after the vehicle at high speed. One of the men was riding a Harley-Davidson FXB-Sturgis, the other was on a modified Harley-Davidson FXS, which happened to have a sidecar with another man in it. Said man was equally burly as his bike-mounted companions, and happened to have a gun that he used at his leisure to fire at the fleeing vehicle. [color=firebrick]"Michael, I told you that it was a remarkably bad idea to punch the leader of this local biker gang"[/color], said a voice coming from the car through a device in the dashboard. [color=dodgerblue]"Chill out, KITT! I couldn't just let them get away with harrassing that woman, couldn't I?"[/color], answered the man, whose name we now know is Michael. [color=firebrick]"I had calculated 11 different strategies to deal with the situation in a non-violent way. You refused to listen, Michael. I blame you, and only you, for the situation we currently find ourselves in"[/color], responded the car, whose name was KITT. Michael laughed. [color=dodgerblue]"Not like you can't handle a bunch of grumpy bikers, eh?"[/color]. [color=firebrick]"I can handle them with ease. I merely find our current predicament highly annoying, Michael"[/color], said KITT. The duo continued to cruise along the highway. Occasionally, a biker drove up to them and attempted to open the door or draw Michael's attention by slapping the roof of the car. Nothing seemed to work as Michael ignored them and continued his solo karaoke session. That is, until he was interrupted by KITT as they approached a large billboard welcoming them to a small non-descript Californian town. [color=firebrick]"Michael, I regret to inform you that I detect some highly suspicious individuals hiding behind that billboard. I calculate a 95.5% possibility that these are also members of the biker gang that currently wants you dead"[/color], informed KITT. [color=dodgerblue]"What's the other 4.5%?"[/color], said Michael, half curious and half joking around. [color=firebrick]"There is a small possibility that they could be members of another biker gang that, coincidentally, also wants you dead. You have an unfortunate tendency to attract highly homicidal individuals, Michael"[/color], KITT responded. Michael smirked. [color=dodgerblue]"Well, we know what to do, don't we?"[/color]. The Pontiac veered off road, raising its suspension and popping spikes from its tires to deal with the desert soil. The bikers looked on in awe as the car reached a speed they didn't think was possible for a motor vehicle that went off the asphalt. Their awe soon turned into worry as they noticed the car was heading towards a billboard that their friends were hiding behind. [color=firebrick]"I assume that some stunt work is sufficient to convince them to leave us alone"[/color], remarked KITT. The car jumped towards the billboard, and then… A flash. A flash as bright as a thousand Peterbilts' high beams. ------------------------------------------------ [b]LOCATION: Control Center, Paradox Engine[/b] A flash... and KITT landed on a floor alien to him. It was definitely not desert dust. He slammed on the brakes, did a slick 180 and with screeching tires he crashed with his rear end right into a wall in a curtain of smoke. He was fine, of course- his Molecular Bonded Shell protects him from accidents. What's worse was the worrying conclusion KITT came to. [color=firebrick]"Michael? I no longer detect your presence, Michael"[/color]. [color=firebrick]"Michael, please confirm your whereabouts. Be it through visual, auditory, olfactory or any other means"[/color]. [color=firebrick]"...Michael?"[/color]. KITT's sensors were going haywire. Whatever happened, it was probably not good. He attempted to calibrate his sensors and entered Surveillance Mode. Through the smoke, his red Anamorphic Equalizer panned left and right. And left and right. And left and right. [color=red][i]Swoosh swoosh Swoosh swoosh Swoosh swoosh[/i][/color] He appeared to be in a room of some sort, filled with other individuals. There were a few humans. Teenagers, judging by their vital signs. One… woman? Maybe? Also a horse, confusingly enough. And a small, non-descript animal that was not in his database. KITT wrote it off as a glitch caused by whatever happened to him, one that would soon be fixed as his sensors calibrated. One of the individuals was screaming. It appeared to be the horse- that couldn't be right. Probably also a glitch. For sure, though, it was a sound that wasn't particularly pleasant to KITT's Etymotic Equalizer. KITT was not sure whether he was the cause of said screaming or not, but he did not particularly care either. Where was Michael? Who are these people?