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cycleofages2016-09-11 05:21 pm
ki2k) wrote in cycleofages2016-09-11 05:21 pm
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[For most people, the pain of feeling like they were being squeezed too tightly into a space too small for them was, while all too real, also somewhat illusory; a transitory feeling accompanying being brought to this place. While horrifying, it would pass. For KITT, the pain was all too real, and seemed to continue long after he'd dropped to his knees, clutching his stomach and squeezing his eyes shut as if to ward off the sensations.
He stayed that way for many long moments, but when his eyes finally opened, he realized several things.
Knees. He had knees. And kneeling on the hard floor was making them hurt with a different kind of pain. Also, he had a stomach, and hands, and eyes. He was seeing his surroundings, not with scanners, but with eyes, recording not with sensors, but with skin. How was this possible?
He sat back on his haunches, raising his hands before his face, his mouth contorting into horror. What had happened to him? What was going on?
There was a woman speaking, but he ignored her, ignored everything but this nightmare he'd awakened into. He'd been re-charging in the back of the semi, and now he was here, and...
The world went black as he passed out, slumping heavily to the floor.]
He stayed that way for many long moments, but when his eyes finally opened, he realized several things.
Knees. He had knees. And kneeling on the hard floor was making them hurt with a different kind of pain. Also, he had a stomach, and hands, and eyes. He was seeing his surroundings, not with scanners, but with eyes, recording not with sensors, but with skin. How was this possible?
He sat back on his haunches, raising his hands before his face, his mouth contorting into horror. What had happened to him? What was going on?
There was a woman speaking, but he ignored her, ignored everything but this nightmare he'd awakened into. He'd been re-charging in the back of the semi, and now he was here, and...
The world went black as he passed out, slumping heavily to the floor.]
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[She didn't have to tell him twice, or even at all. He closes his eyes as soon as her hand rests on his forehead, his speech sleepy and slurred]
Thank you. For your singing. For your kindness.
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You're very welcome.
Hush little baby, don't say a word,
Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird.
And if that mockingbird won't sing,
Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring.
And if that diamond ring turns to brass,
Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass.
And if that looking glass gets broke,
Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat.
And if that billy goat won't pull,
Papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull.
And if that cart and bull turn over,
Papa's gonna buy you a dog named Rover.
And if that dog named Rover won't bark,
Papa's gonna buy you a horse and cart.
And if that horse and cart fall down,
You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town...