Disclaimer: Knight Rider was created by Glen A. Larson.
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Summary. KITT’s thoughts on the death of KARR. Set after K.I.T.T. Vs K.A.R.R.
Rating
PG
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KNIGHT
RIDER
GOOD
KNIGHT, K.A.R.R.
Michael
and I returned from a mission today where he was forced to kill someone. I
asked him how it felt, he told me I wouldn’t know, but I do know. Recently I was forced to kill KARR. I had no other choice. KARR was for want of a better word, my
brother. He was my prototype. Yes, he was an evil, cruel and unsavoury
character, but I am forced to wonder, could he have been more? Was he given a chance to be more?
I
recall our first encounter, he was taken by two thugs. Those criminals abused KARR’s abilities using
him in robberies and other crimes, making him more of a danger than he already
was. The second time he was similarly
abused, though it is fair to say he did his own amount of abusing. I am forced to wonder, what if he was taken
by someone who would not have abused him?
He never had anyone like Michael.
Affirmative, his programming made him a danger, but what if he could
have been reprogrammed?
By
the time of our second encounter it was too late. KARR was full of hate and had a yearning for
revenge against FLAG. My feeling is he
was still angry with the late Wilton Knight for his incarceration, but there
had been no other way at the time and he definitely nursed a grudge for myself
and Michael.
“I have
seen death and it’s not pretty,” I told my partner. “I’ve seen good and bad guys die, Michael.”
“I know, Kitt, but you’ve never killed a
human being before.”
“No, Michael, not a human.”
“Kitt?” Michael enquired.
“I was thinking about KARR. I have killed before, Michael, and I know
just how you feel. I realise KARR was
not human, but I was still forced to kill as you were.”
“Kitt you never said anything about it.”
“I thought you and Devon would gust regale me
with how evil Karr was and how much of a danger he was, believe me, Michael I
know and if I had to do it again, I would, to protect human life, but I am
forced to wonder could Karr have been more?”
Michael
sighed. “I guess we’ll never know,
Kitt.”
It
was a truth I had to accept. We would
never know.
“But don’t blame yourself for it, Kitt, you
had no other choice, and Kitt I don’t blame you for the way you feel, though
you could have told me,
“Thank you, Michael. It’s good to know I have friends I can count
on, but for now I would like some time alone.”
“Sure thing, Partner.”
“Thank you, Michael.”
I
drove to the spot of KARR’s destruction.
Most of his parts had been cleaned away, though a little of the debris
still remained. I remained there for
over an hour. One hour, twenty five minutes and fifteen seconds to be
exact. I took one last look before I
drove back to Michael.
“Good night, Karr.”
*