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Knight Rider 4ever
Chapter 1 – The Awakening
It’s scorching in the LA River. The late afternoon sun beats mercilessly on the concrete, turning the area into an oven. In the middle of this furnace, Sunny’s SUV breaks down. Cursing, she slams the door shut. "Why here? Why me?" she growls, staring at the white plumes of steam rising from under the hood. "Of course, the radiator. Why not the whole car?" Her voice drips with bitter irony. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t paid enough for this vehicle to get her to New York and back. Yet here she was—barely 50 kilometers in.
Sunny, in her mid-thirties, small and petite, with shoulder-length, tousled blonde hair, is a passionate mechanic. As a child, she spent countless hours in her grandfather's workshop, learning to appreciate greasy hands. Back then, it was like a game—figuring out which part of an engine refused to work and breathing new life into it.
"Dirty hands are part of the deal," she often thinks when buried deep in an engine, inhaling the familiar scent of gasoline and metal. That emotional connection to machines is what she misses in modern vehicles. With them, a plug decides whether something works, and the job ends before it even begins. For Sunny, that wasn’t progress—it was the death of the magic.
The sun blazes down on her shoulders as she looks around. Her clothes cling uncomfortably to her back, and the dry air makes breathing difficult. To her left stands an abandoned warehouse, its missing panels and a hole-riddled roof with a barely legible sign revealing it has long been deserted.
As she approaches, the sound of dry weeds rustling in the cracks of the concrete reaches her ears. The air carries faint traces of rust and old oil. In this heat, the warehouse seems her only chance for shade and relief.
Sunny grabs her bag and pulls out her phone. No signal. "Of course. Why not?" she mutters, climbs onto the SUV's roof, and tries again. Nothing. With a resigned sigh, she jumps down and heads toward the warehouse.
The entrance is secured by an old, rusted padlock. She tugs at it, and with a loud clatter, the lock falls to the ground. "So much for security," she murmurs, sliding one side of the door open. The creaking sound echoes in the stillness. She hesitates, glances around, and slips through the gap.
Inside, she’s enveloped by the warehouse's cool air. The space smells musty, filled with dust and the metallic tang of old machinery. Suddenly, a flock of pigeons bursts from the shadows with a deafening flutter. Sunny ducks instinctively, feeling the draft of wings before the birds disappear through the roof’s holes.
As her eyes adjust to the dim light, she takes in her surroundings. Old military vehicles in various states of disrepair are scattered about. Some are missing doors; others, engines or tires. "I could really let loose here," she thinks. This warehouse could be a paradise for her—a place to indulge her passion.
At the back of the warehouse, the space grows darker, the roof intact, lending the area an almost mystical atmosphere. Sunbeams filtering through the holes at the front create a golden haze of dust. The interplay of light and shadow makes the space feel like another world.
Another padlock blocks her way, but this one is sturdy and functional. Sunny searches for a tool and spots a crowbar in the corner. "Just what I need," she thinks, positioning the tool and giving it a firm yank. With a metallic groan, the lock snaps in two.
She slides the second door open, its heavy creak echoing. A rush of stale air greets her, tinged with a metallic scent that speaks of long-forgotten times. The rear of the warehouse is cool, dark—and brimming with secrets. Her footsteps echo in the silence as she ventures further in.
Before her stand more vehicles, some cloaked in thick layers of dust, others hidden under tarps like old protective shrouds. Her attention is drawn to one car whose cover seems almost pristine, as though someone had taken care to preserve it.
With her heart pounding, Sunny reaches for the tarp. Her fingers hesitate momentarily before yanking it back. Beneath, a car with sleek, aerodynamic lines and a futuristic design leaves her speechless. "The Knight 3000," she whispers, her voice barely audible. She had heard of it—a technological marvel ahead of its time.
But her gaze shifts to the last car in the row. This tarp feels different—heavier, almost commanding respect. The air seems charged as though this vehicle possesses a presence that draws her in. Her hands tremble slightly as she steps closer.
When she touches the tarp, she feels it. A tingling sensation runs over her fingers, like a faint electric current, sending shivers through her body. It’s as if the car recognizes her, reacting to her presence. "What...?" she gasps, unable to resist.
Slowly, she pulls the cover back, revealing the mystery beneath. A black vehicle lies beneath, so immaculate it appears newly built. The warehouse light reflects off its smooth bodywork. And then—the moment she’ll never forget.
A red light comes to life, sweeping rhythmically from side to side as though studying her, assessing her. A wave of warmth and awe washes over her.
"KITT," she whispers, her voice trembling, electrified by the sight of this legendary car. She knew of KITT from old, yellowed auto magazines, where he was always depicted as the car of the future. To her, it had always seemed like a myth. Yet her fascination was undeniable, even then.
Sunny lets her gaze roam over the flawless vehicle. It feels like a guardian from another era—elegant, enigmatic. Taking a deep breath, she approaches the driver’s door.
Her trembling fingers graze the door handle, and a thin red light glows beneath it with a distinctive tone. Sunny pauses.
"That’s a no, I guess," she murmurs, a disappointed smile forming on her lips. "Too bad."
She steps back, folding her arms across her chest. "Look, I didn’t mean to intrude." Her voice carries a hint of apology—a strange thing, considering she’s talking to a car. But this car is different; she can feel it.
A faint, almost imperceptible hum fills the air. Sunny’s skin tingles again, but the sound is weak, like an engine struggling to start. Then a voice—deep, clear, but slightly shaky, as though each word requires effort—cuts through the silence.
"Disappointment… is unwarranted, Sunny."
She blinks, startled. "You… you know my name?"
"Of course… I am… KITT… Knight Industries Two Thousand." His words slow, as though his power is fading. "And you… are a mechanic… with a passion… for old vehicles. Correct?"
Sunny frowns, stepping closer and placing a hand on his hood. "Sounds like someone’s got an energy problem." Her smile is crooked, but concern flickers in her eyes.
A faint hum answers, weaker than before. "My battery… was neglected. Too much downtime…"
Sunny nods slowly. "Well, we’ll fix that. Lucky for you, you’ve run into the right person." She gives his glossy bodywork a reassuring pat. "I just need some tools… and maybe a little time."
Sunny rushed to her SUV to grab her toolbox. As a mechanic, she always carried a case with essential tools. For a moment, she hesitated, considering whether to take care of her SUV instead. But the thought quickly vanished—inside the hall awaited an icon of the automotive world. "Unbelievable! The Knight 2000," Sunny thought excitedly.