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[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

New year. Same grumpy KARR.

The said AI can be found sitting not in his favorite spot near the back door, but instead by the Bar proper. It's a better spot for people-watching, after all. And judging by the occasional rapid scanner flick, that's what he's doing-eyeballing the crowd for anyone who he knows, or anyone who looks 1. provokable and 2. unlikely to be able to vent their frustration on him. Just because his attention is elsewhere, doesn't mean that he wouldn't mind being approached. If anything, he'd appreciate having someone to talk to.

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[fran-goldsmith.livejournal.com]

"Do you know who designed or created you, then?"

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

"Of course. Wilton Knight and the technicians at Knight Industries. I was created as the prototype of the car of the future." He says it with more than a little pride.

[fran-goldsmith.livejournal.com]

"All that and modest, too." She grins.
Looks thoughtful. "What sort of work did they have in mind for you? Or do you get to decide, being self-aware?"

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

"I was decided for me. It was planned for me to assist my driver in pursing and apprehending criminals that normal law enforcement couldn't or wouldn't deal with, for whatever reason."

He coughs. "Unfortunately, I haven't had much opportunity to do so yet. I didn't have a driver for some time, and thanks to an annoying quirk of the timeline, I have to wait for everyone else I know in my universe to catch up to the point where I'm at. Then I can begin work."