The pulsing red, a scanning eye,
Across the asphalt, swift and sly.
A whisper soft, a turbo boost,
KITT arrived beyond dispute.
Michael Knight, a lone crusader,
Against the wicked, the invader.
With leather jacket, windswept hair,
A silent promise filled the air.
That sleek black car, a talking friend,
Whose logic helped until the end.
A thousand quips, a knowing tone,
KITT's voice a comfort...
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