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“I am the Knight Industries Two Thousand—KITT. My creator, Wilton Knight, had a vision. And his successor, a man named Michael Long, is… missing. Last known location: the Kortz Center. I need a driver. You drive.”

For a reason he couldn’t explain, Franklin got in.

Then: “Activating ‘Pursuit Mode.’” The suspension lowered, a rear spoiler extended, and a blue flame belched from the exhaust. Franklin felt the car accelerate past what should have been possible, weaving through the Kortz Center’s fountains and plazas like a silent black ghost.

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“About time,” a smooth, synthesized voice said. Not from a phone. From the car .

It wasn’t a repo mission. It was the beginning of a very weird partnership. And for the first time in a long time, Franklin felt like he was driving toward something—not just away from it.

The moment his hands touched the steering wheel, the world changed. The dashboard lit up like a fighter jet’s cockpit. A holographic GPS bloomed over the windshield, highlighting a route that went through a semi-truck. “I am the Knight Industries Two Thousand—KITT

Franklin punched the gas. The Trans Am surged, a turbine whine replacing the engine roar. He hit a ramp he hadn’t noticed, and the car launched—three stories high, over the truck, over a police cruiser that had just turned the corner, and landed silently on the other side. The cop’s jaw dropped. Franklin’s did too.

“KITT,” Franklin said, dodging a missile that exploded against a hill, “you got any tricks for that?”

“Took you long enough, KITT!” he shouted. Last known location: the Kortz Center

Inside, using KITT’s molecular knife (which Franklin thought was a seat heater until it sliced through a vault door), they found Michael Knight II—tied to a chair, laughing like a maniac.

Franklin almost deleted it. Chosen? Sounded like cult talk. But the garage referenced was a high-end lockup he’d cased for Devin Weston once. Curiosity got the better of him.

Franklin blinked. “Man, I ain’t no hero. I repo cars and collect debts.”

“Not with Turbo Boost. Engage.”