The Robot was uploading all the information it had acquired before the Jupiter 2's arrival to the space academy into the computer. Two historians and a expert on late 1990's technology helped the Robot. Judy was with Don at a chapel admiring the architecture. Penny was looking into the admission process. At the same time, Gampu was repairing Peepo in his Commander's office with the spare parts from engineering scattered around him. The door to the office opened and in came the two heads of the Robinson family.

"Professor," the change was swift in his demeanor changed. "Madame," he looked up toward the two. "Welcome to my office."

"You were in prison for three hundred years," Maureen said.

"It was a life sentence," John said. "They forgot about you."

"Not for long they did," Smith said.

"Three hundred years is a long time," Maureen emphasized.

"For all they were concerned, Colonel Smith died in a prison fire," Smith said, pointing to the chairs. "please, sit."

"And after that?" John asked, sitting alongside Maureen.

"I became a unknown inmate with nothing to my name," Smith began to explain. "They let me go before World War 3 broke out. I became the most dramatic magician in my field. . ." Smith wore a softly fond look at the memory. "A fine magician. Still as selfish? Yes, I was. It hurt me sometimes in the dark ages, struggling to survive, and adopting abandoned children along the way. The end of that age is always sweet to look back at."

"How did you get this high in power?" Maureen said. "Not letting it get to your head."

"I thought it would have gotten to you by now," John said.

"I had a couple of thousand years to work with my demons, Professor," Smith said. "I learned, I grew, and I lost."

"You are not much of the same man I knew hours ago," John said.

"Thank you," Smith said, with a small aged smile back at him. "You were lucky."

"By the sounds of it, we were," John said.

"And to your question, madame," Smith said. "I climbed the latter like any ordinary officer under separate identities while keeping a low profile until this one happened." he placed the bulbs on Peepo's face then rotated them in until there was a gentle clicking sound. Smith looked up toward the two. "I grieved for you. . . You know." he placed the visor onto Peepo's head. "For a long time, I wished I hadn't been a fool and drank the water."

He pressed on the red button on the back of Peepo.

"Peepo, ready to serve!" Peepo said. "Did we do it?"

"Indeed, dear old friend," Smith said. "Deputy Commander Canarvin is waiting for you in Professor Parsafoot's lab. Been calling me every five minutes."

"Oraco!" Peepo announced then flew out of the office.

"Peepo is based off the Robot," Maureen said, as Smith stood up to his feet.

"Correct," Smith said, with a nod as the door closed behind Peepo. "His exterior design was from the minds of children." He came over to the replicator then typed in a code. "The interior was the workings of a tired, old fool."

"Small enough for a child," John said. "I can't imagine how lonely that must have been."

"I wasn't alone," Smith said. Blue light outlined the shapes of cups from within the cubby earning looks of awe from John and Maureen. "I had Peepo with me. . . Long before I built him," he took out three cups of hot chocolate from the replicator then came over to the Robinsons. "He has always been with me as I thought you were. That's how I moved on."

John took a sip.

"I knew there was good in you," Maureen said, as Smith took out a apple from the replicator. "It just took you awhile to find it."

"Awhile," Smith said, cocking up a brow. He had a laugh sitting down into the chair. "I suppose so." he had a warm, fond look. "We have some senior Robinson cadets. Grandchildren of your siblings, Professor," John straightened in the chair. "Most of them are ready to graduate."

"But, the chances of that are slim," John said. "Miracles don't happen."

"It is not like you seeked out members of John's family after the war and instead found children," Maureen said, adding a nervous laugh.

"Little girls is what I found," Smith said. "I made several arrangements with a group of women and left them to it."

"Robinsons survive everything that the universe throws at them," Maureen said. "Not just us."

"Like to meet them?" Smith offered.

"No," John said. "I like to hear about your court martial."