Harris awoke in a change of clothes, gauze that wrapped over her chest and arms and around her neck. She looked over spotting a change of clothes that had been put aside for her. Her tiara was set close to her side. Her uniform couldn't be found anywhere so she put on the uniform that was left out sliding the multiple themed technicolor shirt on first then the dark blue and orange uniform was on next. She stood up to her feet then approached the window and spotted the machine from earlier.
"My name is Robinson Robot, my initials make up Gunther," B-9 said. "I will be speaking on the behalf of my chum."
"Chum?" Harris said. "That is a old word I haven't heard for a long time."
"It means friend." B-9 said.
"Where is your chum?"
"Right here." B-9 wheeled aside and Harris's eyes widened.
"Dad?" Harris said.
His neck and face was decorated in make up that brought him back to what he had been before. He was in a blue and orange space suit uniform that fit him nicely. Made it seem that nothing was ever wrong with him if for the exception of the groaning. He looked more human than she had seen him only a short time ago within a stasis pod. The older man folded his arms with a scowl looking on toward her in disapproval.
"I am not your father." B-9 synthesized the voice over the groaning of the older man. "In the multiverse, there are possibilities of what can and what cannot happen. I am one of those."
"We are a product of survival," June said. "You are aging terribly."
The older man frowned.
"You're a narcissist, madame. You care only about yourself."
"The way you started makes it sound that you are me." Harris replied.
"I am a man echoing through time after making a small but tragically wrong decision. Wrong?" he looked aside, unsure, then shook his head. "I am not sure anymore since it guaranteed the survival of my companions. To them, it is wrong. To me, it was right. But, they don't know my real role behind their current fate and I feel it will be left that way. . ." he cleared his throat. "forever."
"What is your fate?"
"Dying alone, exiled, somewhere. . . Being used by someone or something. Prison ship, a potential possibility, in cryostasis. Or my mind sacrificed for another mind that some force wants to replace for the sake of commanding a army and conquering. We are a breed of people with a specific background that is rooted in abandonment. It is reeked of betrayal, it is rooted in distrust, lies, secrets, and a nature in being a liar from a early age."
The older man sighed, briefly.
"I was raised by my Great Aunt Maude and Uncle Thaddeus after my parents died. For a long time, I felt they abandoned me instead of taking them with me away from a cruel and unjust world." Then he finished with. "There are things that you did that remind me of myself. Back in the first year with the Robinsons."
"Who are you?"
"Doctor Smith, ninny."
He shed a death glare.
"Doctor Smith isn't you." Harris said. "Jonathan Harris."
"Hmph." was the reply. "Just because I am a man with dark hair doesn't mean I am you."
"It does." Harris argued. "He had red hair. Dad wished he had a son. He wanted a son, so badly. Instead, he got me. Wished I were Jonathan Harris instead of June. Looks like he got his wish."
The older man smiled.
"You could have been a Smith," Smith admitted. "A very good one! Had you been born with the name Smith! God makes mistakes, madame!" he threw his hands in the air. "People are born in the wrong body all the time." Smith continued throwing his hands aside with a glare. "My name isn't a jacket that you can put on."
"For starters, it was." Harris said.
"Please, be quiet." he pointed back at toward her. "I am not done."
"Make me."
"We are born out of greed. We may be selfish, self-preserved focus, we may be foolish. However, you . . . You had a clean slate with the Robinsons. You had a chance that I could NEVER have! You could go to Alpha Centauri and you THREW IT AWAY! THREWWWW IT AAAAWAAAY!"
Harris was silent.
"And that is the part which hurts the most! You had no reason to fear them. I spent three years and a half with my family. That is what they are to me. The people I have been allowed to become close to and allowed to keep."
He shed a small smile, playing with his fingers, with a small hopeful smile acting shyly.
As if he were holding something special.
"I think I can keep this family. . . this time."
". . . Why? Why? Why do you care? Did they wear you down?"
"My name is Doctor Zachary Smith." Smith explained. "I work for the United States Space Corps. I have spent over forty years in the Military as the go to spy when it came to global affairs. I shaped the world that I wanted to be, better, hopeful, brighter."
Smith looked aside, fondly, then turned his attention back on to her.
"A little more innocent than it was before when I entered into the world. Nuclear threat, avoided." Smith shook his hand. "No growing up hiding under tables, desks, learning to duck and cover, no more worrying about being shot down in mid-flight."
"I never had anyone to back me up in those forty years nor to support me, forgive me, love me, or be treated as family." He grew a death glare toward Harris. "I had to face hardship before I got to meet them. They are the light at the end of the tunnel and that tunnel must be protected at all costs. I am sure in the multiverse there is a universe where I am replaced by my counterparts, we may look different, young, middle-aged, old. But, one matter is certain and set in stone, we protect the Robinsons as they took care of us."
He looked toward the console then toward her as her eyes widened.
"Don't you dare-"
"I trust them." Smith cut her off. "They know what they are doing. So, you get to live."
"But. . ."
"There are versions of me pressing that button right now and the Robinsons plan changing for the better." Smith linked his hand behind his back. "But, given the Robinsons had executed this escape plan meticulously and highly paid off. . . I can't do it."
Smith shook his head.
"They know what they are doing." Smith replied, then his voice cracked at the next part. "And I believe in them."
There were versions all over the multiverse performing the action of spacing Harris; in one of them, in many variations of it, there was a Smith with a different face that belonged to someone who had been a wizard capable of becoming a wolf, a face of the young friend that Smith had left behind but older than him, the face of a well beloved and loved comedian in the history of cinema stretching from a movie about a board game, many of the other Smith's lacked graying hair, a handful of them had Smith with (or without) a mustache wearing different faces, some of them were well aging women delightfully looking on toward Harris falling into space who in all of them remained just the same.
"Because you know what, I wouldn't want to be associated with you in one bit." Smith admitted. "You hurt them. It's time for them to hurt you, madame."
"They are not capable of it." Harris laughed.
"There is a phrase that the professor taught his children. You become what you are not what you were." Smith replied with a smile then bowed his head. "Good night, June."
Smith walked on into the corridor with B-9 by his side then Judy appeared in front of the air lock.
"Huh." Judy said looking on toward the hallway. "So that's what it is like to be trusted by a Doctor Smith," she smiled back with her attention squared on her and her smile faded becoming grim, angry, and disappointed all at once. "The person you left behind to die."
"What?" Harris asked with a laugh as she paced back and forth. "You wish I were who I say I was?"
"Every single day of my life since you arrived to the Jupiter 2." Judy said. "In a few weeks, you won't look human. In a few weeks, there will be no reason to use you. In a few weeks, the aliens decide your fate. That is the Robinson way. We are not killers." Judy shook her head with a snarl. "We are colonists, explorers, pacifists and the time you spent with us made us into killers when we didn't want to."
Then Judy walked on past the air-lock followed by Will who ignored Harris while Don was on shift on the bridge.