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a cruel kind of agony; abridged

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The embedded cut made by the strange alien spiders was on the right side of his back. Smith was in personal agony. Undergoing a transformation from human to something else, something deadlier, and sinister. He didn't need to be told by the Robinsons what had happened.

His mind had ran through a single scenario that lead his future self to this point. He had killed Penny, Judy, and Maureen then manipulated the boy into making a time traveling device. What for was to save his living skin rather than being glued to the ship. Given what he had become, it had become off the table. Not a option.

Blarp was the most creepy monkey that Smith had ever seen  and perhaps the most terrifying. The monkey could blend anywhere with given success. And the larger pregnant Blarp had delivered another Blarp. Blarp Junior was as terrifying as its mother. The mother wasn't as terrifying as the little one, that Smith could admit to, while he observed the large one placing a suction cupped finger onto his head.

The older Blarp had a concerned look among its beautiful, gorgeous features.

"I'm sorry, madame," Smith apologized. "where I am going. . ." he sighed. "You can't go with."

"Pretty man," Blarp said.

"Yes, yes, yes," Smith said. "I used to be pretty. . wasn't I?"

The older Blarp tilted its head.

"Point is, I am not going to be beautiful," Smith lifted the gorilla's finger off his head. "and I don't want the Robinson's to see it," he placed his hand onto his hip. "So the next space station that we cross or planet for that matter. I am. . . I am leaving."

The older Blarp tapped on the top of his head.

"Smart man," the older Blarp said.

"If I stayed, I would have killed them," Smith said. "There is no cure aboard this ship," he looked down. "I can't throw myself into the sun because they would confine me and then leave me be in the wretched room." he looked up toward the Gorilla like being. "I am not going to let the children see my transformation into a real monster."

"You're not a monster," came Robot behind him.  "Not now, at least."

Smith sighed then closed his eyes.

"Shut it, you bubble-headed booby, " Smith said.

"Doctor Smith, you have more chances of getting cured than before," Robot said.

"I think not," Smith said. "Previous stops indicate I am a first."

"But if that is what you want, not to repeat history. . ." Robot said. "I will stand aside."

"For the sake of the Robinsons," Smith said.

"For their sake," Robot said, ominously. There was a pause as the robot's head whirred. "I missed seeing you."

"Which me?" Smith asked, turning toward Robot.

"That face," Robot said.

"Human face," Smith said, rubbing along his chin. "Not going to have it much long."

"It happened over decades,"  Robot said. "You had dysphoria, angst, and you tried to take your life in the beginning."

"But Will stopped me," Smith said.

"No, Doctor Smith," Robot said.  "I did."

"Why would someone like you be interested in stopping my counterpart?" Smith asked.

"He needed a parent,"  Robot said.

"A backstabbing parent?" Smith asked.

"You were the only one around," Robot said.

"AFTER I KILLED THEM?" Smith shouted. "Those poor women were there."

"Will Robinson required the hands of someone to teach him things I didn't know at the time," Robot said.

"You should have let me done it," Smith said, his hands trembling in fists. "You are the worst navigational, recreational, cylon, substitute worker, and parent I met!" he shook his finger at the taller machine. "You are a ninny!"

"I was not programmed to parent,"  Robot said.

"You have become a person, Robot," Smith said. "Didn't you ever stop to think of that?"

"I am a Robot," Robot said.

"You helped them escape," Smith said, approaching Robot with his hands clasped behind his back. "That is the difference between a robot and a non-sapient robot."

The robot's head bobbed down.

"I see. . ." Robot said.

"Be a better friend to them than I was to them," Smith said.

Robot's head bobbed back up.

"I will, Doctor Smith," Robot said. "I can't help but believe you'll be missed."

"I hardly think so," Smith said. "A stowaway will hardly be missed."

"Stowaways have records of being remembered," Robot said.

"I don't belong with humans anymore and you know that," Smith said. "The professor, the major, and William know that." Smith nodded to himself. "It's only a matter of time when I do it."

Smith walked past Robot with a depressed walk.

"Sad man," the older Blarp said, as the little new Blarp Junior was wrapped around its forearm.

"A dead man walking,"  Robot said, as the little Blarp jumped on to its head. "Danger, danger!" he waved his long arms in the air rolling from side to side. "Alien monkey is on my head!"