KITT has, every now and again, awakened from his long slumber, just enough to be aware of the passage of time but not quite enough to figure out how long that might have been. Hours? Days? Weeks?

Maybe even years.

Each time, he'd taken a brief stock of his programs and peripherals, and he'd realized at some point that he was no longer in the car, all of his external feeds deactivated. It's just him now, alone in his own mind. It makes it easier to submit when stasis pulls him back under.

This time isn't much different, at least so he thinks, not at first, until his awareness boots up fully with the resurgence of power to his processor. It takes several minutes, because even with full power being fed into him his hardware is old, ancient even, but eventually he is back online, the diodes flashing in a rhythmic pattern as he takes stock of his remaining components.

He can't speak, he can't see, he can't hear. He has no awareness of anything beyond himself. But something had to have powered him up, and that something is more than likely still there, possibly even holding his CPU in hand. The flashing of the diodes changes now, spelling out words in Morse Code, in the hopes that it might still be used by whoever has found him.

Where am I?