"...I'm suddenly glad that my own troubles with my children didn't involve flying. Just that one of them really had to wear clothes, and that another wasn't supposed to eat the sandbox, and that another isn't allowed to ... well. That's a subject better covered another time." He smiled a bit sheepishly.
"Oh heavens, no," Kitt blurted, laughing. "She wanted to see what the sand tasted like, that's all. And while I'm sure Michael would've let her if it was clean sand, I happen to know that humans, or humanoids, don't have gizzards."
"Brigid was curious." Kitt chuckled. "And... well, they've only now started to offer foods that are both interesting and healthy for children. ...At least we introduced her to produce from the garden early. If you ever happen to want cucumber, let me know - we always end up with more than we want."
"...Good God, I really need this vacation," Kitt exhaled. "I can't believe the things that keep coming at the edge of my memory. I'm sorry, Bob, I shouldn't have forgotten that." He reached up, lightly touching his new scar with a slight frown. "Still have a bit of healing to do."
"I..." He exhaled. "I was asked to go to Chile to moderate a diplomatic meeting between the leaders of the country and a group that was considered terroristic, but they were making way toward a mutual solution. My plane landed, I disembarked. A man came rushing through the press with a knife. Security pushed me back - and directly into a sniper's line of fire."
Kitt turned his head, showing the scar along his hairline, tracing from above his eyebrow to behind his ear.
"Luckily, my hair is MBS. The wind blew my hair in the way of the bullet. The impact... shattered my skull. I ended up with brain damage. Once the stitching came out, Bonnie coaxed me into shifting forms so she could return my programming and CPU to a functioning state, but I'm still... faltering on some details.
"...Michael and I have matching plates in our skulls now."
"Luckily Mike, Rose, Eddie, Kitt - my brother's son, and Karr - another brother, caught the sniper and the rest of his organisation and brought him to justice. Eddie's psychic abilities came in handy again, while I was... drooling in my hospital bed."
But Kitt gave him a smile. "Don't worry about it. It... couldn't have been predicted. Either by Michael or by Eddie. If they'd been able, they would've told me. But I'm all right now. Or close enough to all right that it doesn't matter.
"Everything's taken care of. All that's left now is to wait for the scar to heal and stop being sore. And for my memories to go back where they belong." He lifted up the book again, showing the title. "That's why Michael's taking me on a vacation. He mentioned a cruise - I don't know what kind of cruise, but... it sounds like a nice idea."
"...I'm suddenly glad that my own troubles with my children didn't involve flying. Just that one of them really had to wear clothes, and that another wasn't supposed to eat the sandbox, and that another isn't allowed to ... well. That's a subject better covered another time." He smiled a bit sheepishly.
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"Oh heavens, no," Kitt blurted, laughing. "She wanted to see what the sand tasted like, that's all. And while I'm sure Michael would've let her if it was clean sand, I happen to know that humans, or humanoids, don't have gizzards."
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"Brigid was curious." Kitt chuckled. "And... well, they've only now started to offer foods that are both interesting and healthy for children. ...At least we introduced her to produce from the garden early. If you ever happen to want cucumber, let me know - we always end up with more than we want."
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"...Good God, I really need this vacation," Kitt exhaled. "I can't believe the things that keep coming at the edge of my memory. I'm sorry, Bob, I shouldn't have forgotten that." He reached up, lightly touching his new scar with a slight frown. "Still have a bit of healing to do."
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"I..." He exhaled. "I was asked to go to Chile to moderate a diplomatic meeting between the leaders of the country and a group that was considered terroristic, but they were making way toward a mutual solution. My plane landed, I disembarked. A man came rushing through the press with a knife. Security pushed me back - and directly into a sniper's line of fire."
Kitt turned his head, showing the scar along his hairline, tracing from above his eyebrow to behind his ear.
"Luckily, my hair is MBS. The wind blew my hair in the way of the bullet. The impact... shattered my skull. I ended up with brain damage. Once the stitching came out, Bonnie coaxed me into shifting forms so she could return my programming and CPU to a functioning state, but I'm still... faltering on some details.
"...Michael and I have matching plates in our skulls now."
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"Luckily Mike, Rose, Eddie, Kitt - my brother's son, and Karr - another brother, caught the sniper and the rest of his organisation and brought him to justice. Eddie's psychic abilities came in handy again, while I was... drooling in my hospital bed."
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What the hell else can you say to something like that?
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But Kitt gave him a smile. "Don't worry about it. It... couldn't have been predicted. Either by Michael or by Eddie. If they'd been able, they would've told me. But I'm all right now. Or close enough to all right that it doesn't matter.
"And the painkillers help."
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"Everything's taken care of. All that's left now is to wait for the scar to heal and stop being sore. And for my memories to go back where they belong." He lifted up the book again, showing the title. "That's why Michael's taking me on a vacation. He mentioned a cruise - I don't know what kind of cruise, but... it sounds like a nice idea."
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