The security team were playing a game of cosmic cards that featured the cosmos. A relatively bigger variation of the game of cards invented on Earth a long time ago that represented a monarchy with diamonds and colorful characters. The loud, high pitch shriek of the alarm sent made the lazying officers stop what they were doing then put on their helmets and run after the sector that was invaded. They passed by several large, dark brown cargo boxes. Soon as they passed, Smith and Will poked their heads out. Smith leaped over the box then helped Will down to the floor. They moved quickly down the hall vanishing in the next turn. From behind them, Penny was escorted to the next room. Smith and Will looked over watching the security team enter into the room then stood up straight. They unzipped their warm outfits down to the center of their chest continuing their stroll down the hall.

"Where is the Robot being held?" Smith asked.

"I recall he was taken into a room full of junk," Will said.

"Just because they look like junk doesn't mean they are junk," Smith said. "Everything is not what it seems."

"How are you certain about that?" Will said.

"That's a story for another time, Will," Smith replied.

"Ah ha, this is it!" Will came over toward the console.

Smith placed his hand on the console then yanked it back. The doors opened softly before the two.

"They're hoarders," Smith said, going forward.

"Junk hoarders," Will said, coming to Smith's side.

"Is the Robot junk to you?" Smith asked, looking down toward Will.

"No," Will said, as the doors closed behind them. "He is my friend."

"Doesn't sound like it," Smith said. "You call them junk hoarders."

"I did word that wrong," Will said. "They are just hoarders."

"That, you did. . .Everything here holds significance to someone, valuable, priceless," Smith said, as he picked up a small machine with four legs. The lights flickered on and off faintly inside the center. "They are relics just like I am."

Smith carefully placed it down then looked on.

"Just because you're old doesn't mean you are a relic," Will said.

"Well said," Smith said, lightly patting on the device. The light finally went out inside the device.

"I see the Robot!" Will said, going after the tall machine

"Will!" Smith said, as Will became distant going over pieces of what seemed to be vine. "Watch where you are going!"

"Robot!" Will shouted. "Robot!"

Smith caught up with the boy taking his time. He came to a stop once seeing the familiar Robot with new treads. He didn't look that much different with his upper torso. Smith approached the Robot. The familiar colorful plastic disk, the familiar neck, the familiar neck support, and the familiar bubble chest theme. The arms were short and stubby like with claws on each end. There was a long arm on the back end that was longer than the rest. The treads were long and dark, more visible, like a tank but only a lot smaller. Smith approached the familiar machine as Will went to work reactivating him using a small keyboard. He slid the keyboard back into his pocket. The Robot's head bobbed up then waved its arms in the air.

"DANGER, WILL ROBINSON," The Robot wheeled toward Smith. "DANGER!"

"Ssshh," Will said. "He's with me."

"He is your friend?" The Robot turned toward the boy.

"It was his idea," Will said, gesturing toward Smith. "We're rescuing you."

"That is foolish and irresponsible," The Robot said.

"I can't bring your other friend back but I can bring a Robot back," Smith said.

"It is not a logical choice," The Robot said. "The choice would be not to bring Will Robinson into danger."

"I had to come," Will said. "He had no choice."

"Out of the conversation!" The Robot replied, his grill growing a threatening red.

"He would have died without having one of his trust worthy and reliable family members with him!" Smith argued back.

"You do not know that," The Robot replied.

Smith sighed, as a look that said he did grew on his face.

"If you only knew," Smith said, softly to himself shaking his head.

"What was that?" The Robot asked.

"Your friend was very unhappy!" Smith raised his voice, glaring hard and long at the Robot. "Who do you think I am? Hmm? Letting him remain that way?"

"Someone with common sense," The Robot said.

"Letting a little boy be without his mechanical friend? His trusted cylon? His teacher? His guardian!" He unfolded his arms. "A sad little boy is more likely to go into danger rather than stay out of it."

"No? They do not?" The Robot phrased its replies in the form of questions. "Depressed children do not wander out as often-"

"You senseless machine, you scrap of bolts, you rusting trash heap, you out dated library of parenting," A big smile grew on Will's face. Will noticed that Smith was getting brighter visibly from black and white but not quite there, yet. The Robot's sensors detected the rare smile from Will as his head whirred toward the boy then back on the rambling human. "-And did I mention you're very easy to insult? I can go at this all day."

"My sensors detect you cannot. Your hypotheses are inconclusive and has not been tried," The Robot said. Smith frowned in return. "I do not see evidence that points to it. Will Robinson has his family and Major West to protect him from danger. They make sure he does not walk into a dangerous situation. You, on the other servo, walk right into it and take anyone around you for the ride! Which makes you a threat to the Robinsons. You are dangerous. You do not think things through. You make up plans as you go just like someone I used to know. . . My old colleague has a name for people like you," Smith scoffed. "ninny."

Smith's eyes grew big, keeping a tight grip onto his hands.

"Robot!" Will said. "That is not nice. Apologize to him."

"Being honest comes with pain and hurt," The Robot said. "He must face that he has put himself into a no-win situation."

"Apologizing will not be necessary," Smith said. "Because you're right."

The Robot's head bobbed up in surprise.

"He just wants to help," Will said.

"If he wants to help then why does he have a gun on him?" The Robot asked.

"It's for the guards," Smith said. "You see," he tapped along the laser pistol. "Protection."

"I got them distracted!" Penelope appeared beside Smith and the doctor screamed jumping onto the Robot's back. "We have a few minutes to get out of here."

"Indeed, indeed," Smith said, casually stepping off the Robot. "Did you get what I asked?"

Penelope handed Smith the rounded object.

"I don't know why you'll need it when we got the Robot to plow us through the wall," Penelope said.

"Shooting it down would take too long," Smith said. "Penelope, Will, the next round of this plan might not go the way I planned so the best way to do this is by using a little game of catch the chicken."

"One of us is going not getting out of here. . ." Will repeated, as it dawned on him looking toward the man.

"Who's going to be the chicken?" Smith straightened the jacket.

"I am," Smith said, then handed the device to Will. "You have excellent throw . . . right?"

"No, no, no," Will said, shaking his head. "You're not doing that to me again!"

Smith's hands were placed on the boy's shoulders.

"The only people who survive heroic stories are the cowards," Smith said. "Cowards never die. And besides, I am going to be held in a cell until they can transfer me somewhere that is similar to prison. . ." he observed the children. "Now, the three of you are to make it to the space pod and return home."

Will shook his head.

"I don't want to," Will said.

"You parents don't want you to stay behind and be captured with me," Smith said. "Would they?"

"No," Will said, in a small voice.

"You make it real difficult for people to stick to their decisions, you know that?" Penelope asked.

"I am good at what I do," Smith said, standing up from the boy. He rubbed his forehead. "Oh, the pain. The pain."

There was a series of strange beeps that came from the Robot.

"Doctor Smith?" The Robot said, Smith lowered his hand then grasped on to it turning his gaze onto him.

"Why hello there," Smith said. "booby."

The Robot's head bobbed up then wheeled toward the man. Smith started to step back but not in time enough for the Robot as he wrapped his longer arm around the doctor's back. His lower, awkward arms were against Smith's waist as he mimicked the sound of weeping. His grill glowed a gentle red. Smith smacked the Robot's chest plating as the red alert sound whined through the room.

"I am never letting go," The Robot.

"I promise you I am not going to die here," Smith insisted.

"This lie is not comforting," The Robot said. "As are the ones you told me at Alpha Prime A."

"What sort of lies require you holding on to me and sabotage the chances of the children's escape?" Smith asked.

The Robot had a brief pause.

"I know you care about them too," The Robot said.

The sound of doors opened then Smith waved the children off gesturing toward the tight corners of the room that had stacks of junk piled on together. Penny took Will by the hand forcing him away from Smith. Smith turned his head away from the children listening to the sound of their boots become distant. His eyes were laid on the oncoming security that were growing larger and larger before his eyes.

"Not a word," Smith whispered.

The leader of the group, Captain Bishop, approached Smith.

"How did you get stuck in this?" Bishop asked.

"You see, I was trying to get this machine out of here and it was working," Smith said. "Until it became erratic and-"

"Trying to get a piece of the Robinsons junk back and it backfired on you," Bishop said. "I am afraid you can't take that."

"I was almost successful if it hadn't been for this whiny, imperfect machine," Smith said, bitterly

"Joseph, Brakely, get him out," Bishop said. "tear the arms off."

"No, don't tear the arms off!" Smith cried.

Bishop's eyebrows furrowed.

"And why?" Bishop asked.

"Because you can do it the old fashioned way," the guards surrounded Smith and the Robot. "Giving it a good kick!"

"That is a very expensive piece of technology," Bishop said. "we're going to be taking it apart anyway and use it to repair the drones that the birds destroyed last week."

"Drones, you say. . . " Smith said. "If you tear these claws off, I think the appendages won't come back together easily. It's fragile."

"And how do you know that?" Bishop asked.

"I happen to be very familiar to this Robot," Smith said, sheepishly.

"Hm, the stories I heard is that there are seven Robinsons not eight," Bishop said. "You are only a thief."

Smith watched the children's figures go around the officers then dart down the hall. They hid behind another stack along the doorway that seemed curve and twist. Smith relaxed, keeping his gaze on the captain to his side.

"Not just a thief," Smith said. "I can create a AI. Programming one for that matter."

"You are not Doctor Smith," Bishop said. "That man died a long time ago by his condition."

"That condition is no more, gentlemen," Smith said, as the officers stepped back. "Very much cured, thank you."

"The man who is half spider," Bishop said, remaining where he stood. "I don't believe you."

"Then kick the Robot if you don't want me crushing it in half," Smith said.

"Joseph," Bishop said, then a tall blonde man came to his side and kicked the Robot's treads.

Smith fell to the floor landing on his back.

"Ow," Smith said. "My delicate back."

The Robot's arms lowered down and Smith was lifted to his feet.

"I am going to go through the proper channels and get you taken to the Galactic Institute of Science," Bishop said.

"What is this facility?" Smith asked, gesturing his hand. "I heard this place was for machine hoarding."

"Weapons testing," Bishop said.

"For a vacation spot?" Smith asked, raising a eyebrow.

"That's the ruse we're going under," Bishop said. "Getting cured took your color away. The cost must have been horrible."

"Trust me," Smith said, then yanked his arms out of the men's grip. "It was." he dusted off his shoulder padds. "I was restricted in my quarters and kept back from joining them planet side because they were so concerned about me," He dusted off his jacket. "I don't need to be man handled to my cell."

"Make me be certain of that," Bishop said.

"Tell and I shall do it," Smith replied.

"Where's your spaceship?" Bishop said.

"In the mountains, I crash landed which destroyed the space pod along the way. It was buried in a avalanche," gasps came from the men. Listening to the sounds of a avalanche and watching it happen during the trek worked in his favor including walking very slowly turning thirty-five minutes to a hour. "It was difficult to get here through the freezing, cold snow." he shuddered. "It is a miracle I survived with this jacket and my make shift ski's. I had to throw them away to distract some space wolves. These are the only articles of clothing I have that survived the crash just to retrieve this old, silver thing," Smith gestured toward the Robot. "The Robinsons don't know I am here and I suspect they won't come after me. Unfortunately, I had to kill your friends outside in order to make my entrance then I brought along a limited time operational holographic friend of mine. Very experimental technology there."

"Penny Robinson?" came a squeaky voice.

"Even her," Smith said, grimly.

"Yet, you still came after him," Bishop said. "A dead man coming back from the grave. How impressive."

"He deserves better," Smith said. "When I am on a mission, I must complete it no matter how it inconveniences me."

"Escort him to cell 1," Bishop said. "And if he tries to escape, make sure to shoot him in the head."

"Not necessary!" Smith called walking on from the group drawing their attention from the Robot.

The Robot's arm went to his back then lifted up his arms when they weren't noticing.

"Escort him," Bishop said, then watched the officers chase after him. "This is a very weird way to end a day."