Dirty Pool

Dirty Pool--by Knighthawk (http://krfiction.blogspot.com)

"Karr, you would never make it on your own," Bonnie argued, her voice
calm but stern. "You need technical support."
"I have heard this speech only too many times," Karr growled back as
he turned to leave. "And for the last time, I do not require
technical support, a partner, or any other sort of caretaker."
"You're property of FLAG, you can't just run off like this!"
"Correction; I was property. I was a slave here for four years. Do
you expect me to just sit back and take it?"
"Well…" Bonnie had never asked for Karr's opinion about his treatment.
"You had me working from sun up to sun down. You treated me like
some sort of calculator, which I partly am, but the Knight Automated
Roving Robot is not just a calculator. Realizing this, you ordered me
to go on a suicide mission to stop a bomb from detonating in San
Andreas. After the Firebird was blown to pieces, what did you do?
You made me go back to being a calculator. What was I computing? The
dimensions and sequences for my own replacement that you called the
Knight Industries Two Thousand. That killed me a little inside,
Barstow. I thought I was a hard worker and that I was appreciated,
but you all went and built another me that was supposed to be better,
kinder I guess. Since you have it and you don't need me, I'm
leaving."
"But Karr!"
"There are no buts about this. FLAG didn't seem to like me as an
ally, I don't think you all will appreciate me much as an enemy,
either."
"No!" Bonnie shouted and ran to the black Firebird. She kneeled and
put her head against the fender, almost crying. "Please don't leave.
You're my little miracle."
"Barstow, if you will excuse the personification, I may have been
born with my eyes closed but now I see the world. It's just a game of
dirty pool. Now get off me, I am leaving whether you want me to or
not."
"No! I won't let you leave! You'll just get yourself killed!"
Karr's engine was growling with a very deep and furious tone.
"You've messed with the bull, Barstow," he began in a steely tone as
the engine rose in pitch. "Now here come the horns."
Karr was trembling with the almost 1000 horsepower he was holding
back. Bonnie quickly moved and ducked as the rear wheels spun and
kicked up chunks of dirt. The Firebird broke through the gates and
shot off for who knows where. Bonnie watched after him in tears.
"Bonnie," Devon called her over the comm link. "You know what we
have to do now, don't you?"
"Yeah." The link cut off and she saw Michael walking up to her.
"He'll be back," Michael reassured her. Bonnie was still shedding
tears. "Hey, come on. What's wrong?"
"They're going to kill my baby."

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~Knighthawk