A man in his sixties open the door to a black eighties Trans Am and climbed in. The car had a red light that pulsated back and forth on the hood. Looking out the side window the man smiled and spoke seemingly to no one. An outside observer would have assumed that he was talking on a hands free phone or just singing along to a favourite song. 'Well buddy I think she turned out fine. She has the best of both her brothers, and more importantly she takes after her father." The voice that seem to resonate from the complex dash of the black sports car had a slightly synthetic quality that could not hide the pride of the owner. "Thank you Michael. I had a lot of help thanks to you. You know I think she will do me proud. All she needs now is the right partner to complete her."

The man patted the dash of the car affectionately. "Well pal you have been the best partner could hope for. Don't worry she will do fine. You taught the best you could now you need faith in her to do what's right."

The Knight Industries Two Thousand gave a synthetic sigh. Worry in his voice conveyed his self doubts. "I know Michael, but KARR..."

"KITT, KARR was too much like his uncle. You tried to redeem your brother's memory, but he was too ridged in his programming. KITT Jr." Michael said with a slight laugh in his voice. "...is too much like you when you first came on line, full of wonder but not very independent." Michael leaned the seat back a bit and resumed his watch through the driver's side window. What he was looking at so intently was a firery red Harley Davidson V Rod. A young Asian girl with bright red hair tied back in a tight braid walked pass the motorcycle. She stop in surprise and looked back at the sleek machine. "I think she just found her partner KITT. And by the looks of it she picked a real scrapper."

"Michael that girl is far too small to ride a bike that size and I don't think she could stand up against some the criminals we had to in a fight."

"KITT have faith in your daughter. Besides I recognize this young lady. She is the woman's martial arts world champion, and her brother holds the men's title. You could not have asked for someone better to team up with her. Besides pal your daughter can do the driving if need be." Tilting his seat forward Michael Knight put the black car into gear and drove off.

"I will trust yours and hers judgment, but I can't help but worry."

"That is what being a parent is all about. Speaking of which any word on how the Jr.s are doing? I understand that F.L.A.G. is back up and running." Michael said as he thought about his only son, vowing that he would contact him soon.

Ranma was walking down the boardwalk, coming home from her latest tournament. She stopped to watch the children play on the beach and the girls' rollerblading down the boardwalk in bikinis. She noticed the young men watching her and the other girls with grins on their faces. Brushing some hair from her face she sighed. "What is it all for?" she asked herself. "Is this what I spent years of hard training for? Was it just to enter into pointless competitions?"

"I think I could help you find meaning." A gentle female voice said. Ranma stopped and looked around in surprise. There was no one in sight, just a sleek but mean looking red and black motorcycle. There was a black and red orb in the middle of the instrument cluster that reminded Ranma of an electric eye. The eye seemed to be staring right at her. "Are you interested in putting your skills to better use?" The voice said. This time Ranma could tell it was coming from the bike.

"Alright who said that? Do you have some kind of radio on your bike?" Ranma didn't know why she wasn't annoyed, maybe because the voice had an innocent quality to it.

"I am sorry I should have introduced myself. I am the Knight Automations Ten Thousand. But you can call me KATT." The voice said

"I'm Ranko, nice to meet you. Excuse my rudeness but are you the bike?" Ranma looked at the motorcycle more closely. Many would have run away screaming, but Ranma was use to the unusual. So she just waited to find out what was really happening here. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a man in an old sports car that had been watching her had just driven off.

"Yes I am. So did you want to hear how you can find meaning in your life?" Ranma nodded why not maybe this KATT would have some insight to her problems. "You could join me and become my partner. I am of need of a human counterpart to help me with my mission." KATT didn't know why it was important but her father was quiet firm on this. One thing she did know was when she saw the red head she knew she was the one. "I am a product of the 'Foundation for Law And Government' also known as 'F.L.A.G.'. We are an independent organization to help the less fortunate in matters where law enforcement agency cannot."

"To defend those who can't defend themselves." Ranma said to herself in a self reflective quiet voice.

"That is absolutely correct Ranma." KATT said as if she was praising a small child that got an answer to a difficult question right. "I need a partner to help me with this mission. Would you be interested?"

The red head thought about it for a moment. It was what she wanted, wasn't it? A chance to use her skills to help others, but she couldn't jump in like she did when she was younger, that was how she got herself into so much trouble. "KATT I just can't decide on my own I need to know exactly what is it you need from me? And to top it off I have someone that I need to discuss this with." Ranma sat down on the park bench that KATT was parked in front of.

The A.I. was even more pleased by this response then Ranma would have imagined. It showed that the petite girl wasn't reckless. "I would like to go over the details with you more thoroughly in a more private setting. Would that be alright with you?"

"Could I call a friend to meet us? I don't like to make a decision this important without consulting someone. Don't worry, they can keep a secret, and might even be able to help us."

The light on the handle bars seem to pulsate as if KATT was contemplating the request. Ranma noticed the side of the air intake for the cooling system of the bike had two red lights that moved up and down. When she had asked her question the rhythm of the pulsation had change. "That would be acceptable Ranko. Do you have a cell phone or would you like me to place the call on your behave?"

Pulling out her one true luxury, a smart phone Ranma said "I'm good but how about we go to your secluded place so we do this in private?"

"That is easy. See the transport truck at the end of the street?" Ranma noticed a large black and gold tractor trailer that had a golden horse head, like a chess piece on it. "That is my rolling head quarters. Get on and I will take you over."

Ranma looked hesitantly at first than said. "I don't know how to ride. I don't have a licence either."

Non despondent the red and black bike replied as if it was of little concern. "It does not matter, I will do the driving. Just get on and hold on tight. I will take care of the rest. Beside it would look odd if I rode over there on my own." There was a tone of humour in the synthetic voice.

Once again the young woman stopped just short of climbing on. With a thoughtful look she said quietly "I have to tell you something before we leave. You have entrusted me with your secret I need to tell you mine." Taking a big breath and slowly letting it out she started "I am not a girl."

KATT gave a light giggle. "Are you trying to get out of our deal? I did a bio scan of you and you are very much a woman."

"No I wanted you a chance to change your mind. I was born a boy. When I was sixteen I picked up a magical curse that changes me temporary into a girl."

"I would like to see that. Maybe once we get out of sight? Now put the helmet that is on my rear seat and hop on. " The bike said, and watched girl as she took the helmet in her hands to study it. When Ranma put the helmet on, the face shield came alive with computer displays. KATT spoke to her through the helmet's built in speakers. "We can talk freely without anyone being able to hear us now. The displays that you see are all my functions and you can have internet access as well as video conferencing." There was pride in the tone of voice.

"I am impressed." Said the redhead, not really sure of what everything she saw was. Ranma climbed on to the bike and KATT immediately changed the seat, foot pegs and handlebars to accommodate the petite young woman.

When that was done she started up her engine and sped off down the street where the rig was waiting for them. The rear door dropped down and they rolled into its spacious cargo area. They were then greeted by a woman in her late 50's. "Hello I'm Bonnie Knight." The woman said. "KATT who is your friend?"