"...My heavens," said Kitt, sitting off to one side in his own car form. It's a bit of luxury - he's been human most of the time lately, and he likes the chance to stretch his wheels. "What kind of car is that?"
His scanner whispered side to side as all of his sensors reached out for a better idea of what he was seeing and --
Oh heavens indeed - the little car had Michael's taste in music.
"Let me guess. You speak by song? Since you didn't give me a verbal reply, I can only assume. I am the Knight Industries Two-Thousand, otherwise known as Kitt. And you?"
"Ah...Bumblebee," is the response. It's voice sounds almost hoarse. More specifically, crackled and distorted, as though whatever it used to speak wasn't in very good condition.
"I don't need to speak through song...my voice capacitor was broken for a long time, and it's just not completely healed."
Pause.
"Besides, a car playing a song over the radio doesn't raise as much suspicion as a car that talks."
Yet another GM product happened to be heading their way, his scanner moving at a quick, interested pace. While he's missed the conversation so far, the sight of his brother and the much smaller vehicle is enough to make him nosy. "Well," he said, stopping a few feet away from Kitt and the mini-car, "What might you have here, Kitt? Some sort of remote-controlled toy?"
KARR paused, eyeing the small car. "Or perhaps the illict product of your fooling around with Knight?"
"It wouldn't be illicit, Karr," Kitt challenged. "We're married now. But for your information, no, this isn't my child. This is Bumblebee - he's just introduced himself to me."
And then, after the scanner-whisper equivalent of a sigh, Kitt said, "I apologise, Bumblebee. Karr is my brother, and has all the good temperament of an angry wasp. And to answer your question, this is Milliways, at the end of the universe."
There was a noise from KARR-half cough, half strangled squawk-at Kitt's first comment. [You and I are going to have a discussion later, Kitt,] he grumbled over the private radio frequency.
His attention returned to Bumblebee. "I have no idea what either of those are, frankly."
At least the smaller car wasn't asking if they were Cylons. That was a pleasant change of pace.
[I have nothing to say to you on that subject, Karr,] Kitt responded, and turned his attention to Bumblebee instead. "Neither do I, but I think I've heard the terms used here before. If you can explain, perhaps we can answer. The only categories I believe I fit into are 'artificial intelligence' and 'product of Knight Industries', and those are categories both of us can be put into."
"Yes, we were. As for how you came in here-well, the door is the usual way. I don't suppose you drove into a garage before you found yourself here? You don't look like you could open a door...by knocking it down or otherwise."
"Karr, might I remind you that you didn't need to drive into a garage to find your way here," Kitt said, adding a touch of salt to a very old wound. "The method of arrival is different for everyone. I usually have to walk through a door, but sometimes I can come through my virtual reality module, if I'm not in my human form."
KARR's engine rumbled at Kitt's comment, but the only words he spoke were to Bumblebee-although it took him a moment to recover from the surprise of the transformation. He hadn't been expecting the smaller car to do that. "...not quite, no. Our alternate forms are more on the fleshy side of things."
"This place is, technically, a restaurant and something of a hotel at the end of the universe - the window, over there," Kitt motioned with a nudge of his prow, "is the proof."
And then Kitt collected his own magics into his transformation, the black hull blurring and shrinking into a human -- much taller than Bumblebee, all told, standing at 6'5".
Bumblebee slumps slightly when he sees how tall Kitt is. He never gets a break, does he?
He turns and looks out the window at the universe exploding beyond. His...well, it'd be inappropriate to say his jaw was hanging open, since he didn't really have a mouth like most of the other Autobots did. But it's practically the same expression, at least.
Suddenly, on his sound system, he starts playing REM's It's the End of the World as We Know It.
His scanner whispered side to side as all of his sensors reached out for a better idea of what he was seeing and --
"Well, it's certainly no stock GM."
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Then, from it's stereo system, it starts to play Who are you? by, appropriately, The Who.
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"Let me guess. You speak by song? Since you didn't give me a verbal reply, I can only assume. I am the Knight Industries Two-Thousand, otherwise known as Kitt. And you?"
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"I don't need to speak through song...my voice capacitor was broken for a long time, and it's just not completely healed."
Pause.
"Besides, a car playing a song over the radio doesn't raise as much suspicion as a car that talks."
Another pause.
"Where am I?"
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KARR paused, eyeing the small car. "Or perhaps the illict product of your fooling around with Knight?"
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And then, after the scanner-whisper equivalent of a sigh, Kitt said, "I apologise, Bumblebee. Karr is my brother, and has all the good temperament of an angry wasp. And to answer your question, this is Milliways, at the end of the universe."
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That seems highly unlikely.
Then, he adds a bit tentatively, "...are you guys Autobots or Decepticons?"
Yes, he does feel stupid for asking, since a Decepticon would've already tried to kill him, or at least not answer him truthfully.
Still, it bears asking, since he doesn't remember hearing about any Cybertronians arriving on earth going by their names.
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His attention returned to Bumblebee. "I have no idea what either of those are, frankly."
At least the smaller car wasn't asking if they were Cylons. That was a pleasant change of pace.
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He's pretty sure he would've heard about it if the humans had developed such advanced AIs.
"How did I get here? I mean, I was outside, and there weren't any structures for a few miles..."
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Excuse his constant questions, but he's a scout. Finding things out is sorta his job.
He's a bit curious when Kitt mentions a human form.
"You got an alternate form too? Like this?"
Suddenly his parts start rearranging themselves, and he's turned into an approximately five foot tall robot.
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And then Kitt collected his own magics into his transformation, the black hull blurring and shrinking into a human -- much taller than Bumblebee, all told, standing at 6'5".
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He turns and looks out the window at the universe exploding beyond. His...well, it'd be inappropriate to say his jaw was hanging open, since he didn't really have a mouth like most of the other Autobots did. But it's practically the same expression, at least.
Suddenly, on his sound system, he starts playing REM's It's the End of the World as We Know It.
...He thought it was appropriate.
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