Repairs took place over a couple of weeks and before I knew it, I was back to complete functionality. Despite the protests I had made, they had decided to continue with repairs as though I hadn't broadcast my thoughts on the matter at all. I believed that their actions were out of some sort of misguided sense of gratitude. Why should they be grateful for the continued existence of one of their most dangerous threats? Why would they aid that continued existence?

My thoughts were interrupted by Kitt opening the channel, which was frequently becoming an unfortunate habit of the other AI.
"What do you want?" I snapped, wanting nothing more than to be left alone. My yellow scanner light tracked back and forth portraying my agitation before I abruptly switched the light off.
"Be prepared for a surprise," Kitt said, before closing he channel. What surprise? For once I actually wanted to continue the conversation. I had so questions, and for once Kitt was being vague.

The door to the garage opened slowly, to reveal Kitt's driver.
"I'm sure Kitt already told you about the surprise," he said, addressing me.
"I received a warning," I confirmed.
"I thought we'd agreed it would be a surprise?" Michael said to Kitt with a tone of mock outrage in his voice. Kitt's scanner traced a path back and forth once before Kitt replied, "I believe the exact nature of the surprise is still a secret."
"Fine."

"I'm supposed to leave for a new mission tomorrow morning," Michael began, leaning against the wall to my left.
"I fail to see the surprising nature of that statement," I interrupted. Kitt, after hearing my last statement, opened the channel again, but said nothing.
"But Kitt isn't," Michael continued, ignoring my previous statement.
"I don't need a babysitter," I snarled. My scanner light paced rapidly portraying my irritation at the implication of what he had said.
"That wasn't what I was trying to say," Michael continued. "I would like you go on the mission in his place."

That was not was I was expecting to hear. "Surprise was putting it mildly," I said angrily. Why would the two of them possibly agree to this.
"I had hoped you'd be flattered," Kitt replied softly.
"Flattered? By what? The height that your insanity reaches?" Kitt was silent for a moment, as though carefully deliberating his next words.
"I thought you'd be pleased about the level of trust I have placed in you," Kitt said quietly.

"Is there a conversation going on that I don't know about?" Michael asked, only semi-jokingly. I was about to reply, when Kitt did. "I don't believe that concerns you," he replied, which was slightly out of character for him. "I will however provide you with any details that are necessary later today," he continued. Michael seemed to take the hint and made a hasty exit.

"I think you need to accept that there are people who care about you. You are no longer alone and betrayed…"
"You don't know me," I told him.
"I know enough," he replied simply. I said nothing in response. If Kitt wanted to think that he knew me, then that was his choice. From my time at the Foundation, I knew that there was nothing I could do to change his mind, no matter how inconvenient it might be for me. I should not ever be trusted. My very code makes that an unreasonable idea, that would only result in catastrophic consequences. In the end, I will always look out for my best interests.