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It started out as a ordinary day on the thirtieth year being stranded on Priplanus with Penny coming back with a new bird on her shoulder and Debbie the Bloop wrapped around her ankle as Smith was seated in a chair enjoying gaining a sun tan.

"Mom, Will and I found a new ecosystem."

"That's nice, dear." Maureen said.

"And it had this strange machine--"

"What kind of machine?" Maureen raised her head up at the mere mention of the word machine.

"It looked pretty old and on low power." Penny said. "Looked like it hadn't been used in years."

"Is it like that machine that you were trapped in?" Maureen asked.

"No. Not in the least." Was the response as Penny shook her head. "It just said it could promise my deepest desire--" she had a small shrug. "---different from that wishing device."

"Harmless compared to the other machines we have crossed paths with." Maureen said earning a nod from Penny.

"Made me laugh just at seeing it." Penny said, fondly. "It looked cute, though, and very sad."

"And that new bird?" Maureen pointed at the colorful bird on the young woman's shoulder.

"It came from the machine." Penny revealed, casually.

"It came from the machine?" Maureen's brows rose up.

"It had a nest right behind it, but, I couldn't get to the eggs as it had poisonous frogs."

"Did you touch it?" Maureen asked, concerned.

"I did not."

Smith got up from the chair then approached the young women. Judy was tending to the hydroponic garden keeping herself busy scouring for plants that did not belong their food. She ripped out a weed and set it aside to the ground then dusted her hands off and quiet as she admired her handiwork.

"A wishing machine, you say?" Smith asked.

"Oh, Doctor Smith, it can't bring you home." Judy said. "A wishing machine can only generate material."

"Nobody knows that for certain, my dear Judith." He turned his attention toward Penny. "I like to see this machine for myself."

"Not a good idea." Maureen agreed with her daughter. "You don't know how worse this wishing machine might be."

"Have we not lived on the same planet, madame?" Smith asked with a lift of his grayed brow. "This machine sounds harmless."

"We thought that on many occasions, Doctor Smith." Judy reminded. 

Smith was visibly unhappy for a moment but then bore his sly familiar smile in defeat.

"You insist to keep it shrouded in secrecy, I will respect your decision."

Maureen didn't believe him while her daughter did as Smith yawned then went inside of the ship for a nap. His failures were just as known as his character that brought entertainment and spice into the children's lives keeping them on their toes as his character changed over time but remained just as dangerous and uncertain to trust with new equipment that was found. Despite all that danger living among them, her growing family was safe.


It was in the afternoon when Judy was taken along with Penny to the wishing machine. It was a unique set of equipment that had a arch way across a series of equipment. Robot was scanning the equipment as the sisters admired the structure with Katherine, Judy's teenager, pressing buttons that made the equipment only glow and make strange humming noise.

"Ganvuo, there am I, the being of wish grant, whatever you wish, it will be granted."

Katherine stared at the machine in awe.

"This machine is capable of producing life." Robot announced, abruptly.

Judy and Penny shifted toward Robot.

"It can produce wishes?" Judy asked.

"And solid objects." Robot noted.

The sisters gasped then stared at the tall machine.

"I like some silver slippers to feel fancy in." Judy said.

"And a biomedical scanner to study that strange bird!" Penny announced. "Nothing like anything I have seen."

The sisters exchanged a glance with one another and laughed, they had changed, so, so so much. There was no pretty dress, no new disk to order, just the simple stuff in laugh that gave them some happiness even if it didn't last. They weren't the same young women who had made their wishes, nothing, only aged by time and the planet itself to display what truly mattered to the sisters.

In a white flash, on two purple pillows appeared what they had wished. Katherine approached the pillows with a gasp joined by her mother and her aunt at seeing the precious material that hadn't been quite expected to be generated. Judy took off her shoes, slipped on the slippers, then sighed in content as she sat down on the sand and fell down on her back, her arms sprawling on the sand, enjoying the content of what felt to be expensive high heels.

Penny picked up the biomedical scanner then ran through it as Katherine approached the machine staring at it in confusion. The biomedical scanner was a square device the size of a pillow with a rounded screen that pointed out of the device and had a long black strap that went along Penny's shoulder, the machine was decorated in the colors of gray and red-orange, all the while seeming to be simplistic.

"What do you do with those who don't want to lose their wishes and try to stop it?" Katherine asked.

"They are taken where the abused wishes are taken."

"Which is. . ." Katherine lifted her brows. "where?"

"The void." Ganvuo replied.

"What void?" Katherine asked.

"The void of nothingness, no existence, where time does not matter, where space does matter, only how long I stay in one play from time to time. I travel and give for nothing in return."

"What about the extreme wishes?" Penny asked, concerned.

"They are taken to the void and never to be shared with anyone else other than who had wished."

"That is cruel." Judy noted. "They might have loved ones."

"That is my function, I have fulfilled this function, seen to it, seen the function as a necessity as the people who ask of these wishes do not deserve to enjoy it so deeply. For one to enjoy such a extreme wish and keep it, both must be taken."

Judy lifted herself up.

"Is my wish extreme?" Judy asked, curious.

"It is not. It is simple, you may keep the shoes for one day."

"And this biomedical scanner?" Penny asked.

"It time, that will be a necessity. You can keep it. I am all knowing. I am all aware.  I am wise. And abuse of wishes will be taken with the appropriate action."

The sisters exchanged a glance then Judy picked up her shoes and set them into the corner of her arm, taking her daughter's hand, then they proceeded to walk away quite quickly fast as they could from the wishing machine.  They both had a very bad feeling what it could do to someone close to them. Smith was away with Joshua, Robot, and Don when the women returned and retold what they had learned.


It was night and Will expected for the old man to wander out of the ship with a flashlight from the upper decks. The old man wandered to the top, just as he had expected, carrying a suitcase in hand and donning his old uniform that looked large on him instead of fitting him. He was old, fragile, smaller, virtually different from how he had crash landed on this planet.

Smith froze upon seeing the younger man, stiffening, then his figure relaxed but it were quite tense. Once, Smith had been the one in that chair waiting for Will to wake up and do the same thing as he had done so long ago to explore as he couldn't sleep or for a mission of survival against space. Something that he had tasked upon the boy without even quite intending to, dying in his sleep was quite kinder than dying in the final frontier and yet in the fact of that the young man was kind.

"William."

"Don't do it, Doctor Smith."

Smith frowned in response.

"It is just a wishing machine."

Will pitied the stubborn old man.

"If you go, I get a funny feeling that you won't be coming back and I will never see you again."

"Ever?" Smith lifted his brows.

"Ever." Will said, grimly, with a nod.

Smith paused, looking aside with a pout, then looked toward the young man. It was a short lived sigh that came next. He was used to disappointing the younger man, something that he pitied about, the young man admired him for his tenacity to go home and yet--despite how many times that Smith had wronged him, Will wasn't personally hurt by it. 

"I will take that risk for the chance to go home."

Will's features fell, initially.

"I know, I know. . ." Will said, tiredly.  "you want to go home, badly."

Smith lifted his brows.

"Do you?" Smith asked, curious. "After all these years, I have wondered."

"Nah." Will grew a smirk in response with a shake of his hand. "Earth always felt like I didn't belong due to my intelligence."

"Ah, so easy to forget."

"I graduated high school at the age of ten. . ." The younger man shifted toward the window as he looked back at his long stretch through the education system and excelling, making friends in notably fields, making history, being on newspapers, and most of his friends were people around Smith's age.  "This is more challenging, yeah, but searching for home every day would get on me and make me a whole lotta of a different person sitting here."

Smith licked his lips before replying then smiled.

"No, you wouldn't be that much of a different person."

Will shifted toward the older man, darkly.

"Doctor Smith, space has taught you nothing."

Smith lifted his chin up.

"Never give up, never give in, never surrender."

Will was exasperated.

"Why?"

The question was at first something so silly to be posed but it wasn't.

"We're getting older, my dear boy."

"All of us here, Doctor Smith."

Smith's hands were linked behind his back as he took a few steps away from the younger man.

"I want to get a year older on Earth." Smith admitted. "I want to die there."

"We can't argue with fate." Will's voice was soft as the older man walked further away from him. His hazel eyes followed the smaller figure. "Fate doesn't listen to us. You once told me that; we made big differences here."

His own words haunted him. They had made big splashes in the galaxy from this planet, files on them that were notable according to officials, saving Earth possibly hundreds of times in the last thirty years and otherworldly lives, all far from home and they were all drafted into this event against their own will. It wasn't something that Smith subscribed to, willingly, but assigned to by some celestial hand and he was tired of it.

"I want . .  ." Smith paused, painfully, closing his eyes, then leaned against a wall by his forearm and lowered his head. "not to fight every day to survive."

It was a long and quiet moment between them

"You never wanted this. .  ." Will got up to his feet and Smith shifted toward him. "I get that."

"Save the sympathies for last." Smith shook his finger at Will. "You will jinx it!"

"You jinx everything, Doctor Smith." He approached the older man with a laugh and set his hand on the older man's shoulder. "And you'll never stop trying to get home if I make sure you don't go tonight. . ."

Smith stiffened, his concerns clenched, all but new worry arose with the unexpected words.

"So, how about I make sure that you do get there?"

Smith's skin stopped paling and relief fell off his chest.

"If it does provide wishes that we both want so dearly." Smith said then looked over toward the sleeping gear alongside the seat. "William?"

"Can't go in the forcefield after getting out, remember." Will gestured toward the doorway.

Smith nodded in agreement then smiled, he had all but forgotten. They laughed, easing the tension, the uncertainty, then departed the bridge of the Jupiter 2 leaving it all behind with equipment taken for the otherwise long trip. Robot was in Will's cabin, deactivated, hunched over without even being able to argue logic about what Will was doing, it didn't compute with the risks, only the argument about having faith in it was non sensible to the machine.


The duo traveled in the darkness with their solar flashlights seeking through for the area that Penny and Will had so discovered sometime ago. Smith screamed, abruptly, at the strange set of machines that fell before him then started to turn away and run. Will clasped the older man by the shoulder yanking him back and set him in front of himself then shifted him toward the machine as Smith dug his heels into the sand.

"That's just for show, Doctor Smith."

"No, let's go back and camp for old times sake!"

"It's not even scary in the daylight!"

"I don't care, it frightens me so!"

"A bobby head that resembles the devil scares you?"

"Yes!"

"Alright."

"Anywhere but here, please!"

"Okay, Doctor Smith." Will was convinced at the fear. "Sure you don't want to come back in the morning?"

"I am sure, William." Smith assured with a veil of deception over his features. "Not ever."

The duo turned away then retreated from the machine that had powered to life right as they had left.

"Ganvuo, there am I, the being of wish grant, whatever you wish, it will be granted."

The voice echoed through the terrain as the figure glowed a gentle red against the night in the form of light fixtures. They were tired, lethargic, walking slowly until they came over to their preferred camping site. The site where Smith had retreated years and years ago each time that he were exiled for weeks at a time by the professor that became a third home to the second home that was of the Jupiter 2. 

Will took out the space mythology book that he had hidden years ago after nearly being ripped apart by the infant Joshua for safe keeping then dusted off the sand as Smith took out the hidden sleeping bag from a crevice then set down, slid into it, as Will flipped through the pages.

"Hey, there's the malice in wonderspace!"

Smith looked over toward the entry.

"Ah, didn't Penelope make that entry herself?"

"Yeah, she did after Joshua messed it all up. You made the fancy cursive writing, she came up with the story and the drawings."

The two men laughed together at the recollection that brought warm memories.

"We were so young then."

"That was twenty years ago. Not that long."

"William, once you get to my age then being fifty will be young. . . unfortunately, you will have many regrets once considering everything."

Will found it hard to believe the older man had any regrets but it sounded genuine then proceeded to read from the book.


A quake awoke the family in the early hours of the morning and forced the duo to quickly flee from the scene gathering their belongings from the campsite. The ground shifted beneath their feet as Will swore beneath his breath, terrified, at the sign of the upcoming winter that was getting closer than expected. The ground parted beneath Will's feet then he let go of what he were holding and started to fall with a scream.

In the next few seconds that passed, Smith whirred toward the younger man's direction then ran faster than he had in recent years arriving to the spot, taking the younger man's hand, digging his heels into the ground as he retreated balancing him to his level. Will picked up his sleeping bag then Smith retrieved the large mythology book and the luggage then made a break for it leaving his sleeping bag behind. 

The two friends returned to the Jupiter 2 as the shaking in the land stopped then they shifted in the direction that they had came from. The family were out of the Jupiter 2 observing the difference in the landscape that was obvious and striking compared to how most winters had began. John and Maureen exchanged a glance with each other then faced the future that was in front of them then Judy observed the two old friends outside, deactivated the forcefield, then they returned inside.

"We have to go to the tropics and get the fuel that we need." John announced.

"We're leaving?" Smith asked. 

"Really?" Will asked.

"This is a first." Don said.

"Robot's been reporting about the quakes for the last few weeks and it has been greatly concerning from the ones we have had for thirty years."

"Just . . ." Maureen grimaced before she added. "how concerning is it?"

"This planet is destroying itself more rapidly than normal." The family exchanged concerned looks as Smith gulped and trembled as the professor reported the summation of what they been learning over time. "If we stay a year or two longer, the Jupiter 2 will fall and take us all  with it."

"This small planet has been taken THIRTY YEARS to DIE instead of less than that?"

"It's been doing that one year at a time with it's elliptical orbit." John said. "Slowly."

"Cooking every thing slowly like a chicken above a fire." Maureen said. "Then cooling down. . . off and on."

"The next planet that we go to better not be a Priplanus 2.0." Judy said.

"If we make it off this planet without a hitch." John noted to the family. "So, we have to remove all the non-essentials." The professor folded his arms then grimaced. "Making the journey through the hungry sea is unavoidable. We've been avoiding doing that as the risk was too great."

"Grandpa, how about uncle Will, dad, robot, and I go?" Joshua offered with the kindest intentions. "You said so yourself, it's too risky, and you're more valuable alive than dead for the journey home."

"If your father agrees." John eyed the younger man.

"I agree." Don said. "Yesterday was very. . . eventful. . . with those travelers."

"If you call running after them for Robot's sensor tape eventful," John said. "It leaves bones like mine sore."

The family laughed then left the bridge leaving only Smith staring out the window, small and frightened but a scowl replaced that.


The family prepared the Jupiter 2 for a lift off after getting ready for the day. Smith held his belongings close to him, looking afar, watching as the Robinsons emptied the Jupiter 2 of the non-essential removed and the Chariot was being retrieved from somewhere else by the men. The crew of the Jupiter 2 were donning their various winter gear, including Smith with his blue coat, gloves, and scarf under the cold that made him look tiny packed into a winter but yet unhappy burrito.

Robot wheeled over toward the quite elderly man.

"My current advice is not to make a extreme wish."

Smith shifted toward Robot then smirked.

"I am quite aware of my luck, so, it is more feasible to make the simplest wish there is."

"There is no such thing as a simple wish when it comes to you. The Robinsons will not like it and neither will I compute it."

"Not sure, depending. . . how much of that very big memory bank from Robby the Robot can last."

"It can last thousands of years."

"Then we'll always get into each other's orbits!"

Robot bobbed his helm up in alarm.

"Doctor Smith, don't!"

Smith whirred toward the machine as his blue eyes flashed open then tilted his head.

"Did I just hear you emote?" Smith asked, startled, stunned by what he had heard.

Robot's helm bobbed down as it were quiet between them.

"Robots cannot feel or emulate such matters." Robot replied.

Smith squinted at the machine.

"I know what you are neanderthal pipsqueak and that is a ninny not admitting you know who you are after thirty years being on this planet." Smith jabbed a finger against the machine's hard and cold chassis. "You're making me tired with this denial, bubble headed booby."

"Denial is not in my programming, Doctor Smith." Robot's helm twirled.  "Nor is it expected."

"We will argue about that . . . later." Smith turned away. "Long term investment getting home, here it goes!"

Robot took him by the shoulder.

"UNHAND ME, MECHANICAL GOON!" Smith cried.

"You will regret this and I will be right here." Robot replied. "And you won't be here."

"Hmph, immortality means being there; ALWAYS." Smith replied.

"Immortality means a lot of different things, Doctor Smith." Robot said.

"If you so argue against this little extension of life then how about we go together?" Smith offered.

"Offer is rejected." Robot said. "You are a danger, a threat, a liability--but Will and the grandchildren like you... It pains me to warn you."

"Oh, the pain. The pain." Smith pitied Robot. "My dear old friend, whatever happens up there, I will be back aboard the Jupiter 2 off this dying world. . . That much is certain."

Robot withdrew his claw over Will calling for him from the Chariot.

"Do you promise?"

"Cross my heart and swear to die should it be broken."

"Robot!" Will called for Robot. "We're ready to go!"

Robot twirled away from Smith then rolled on toward the Chariot. The group of men boarded the chariot then buckled up, with Will in the driver seat, then waved at the family as they drove off saying their farewells that included Smith as well hiding his belongings out of sight with a smile. Smith wandered away quietly, ignored by the Robinsons with his errand on his mind, ignored by circumstance that was providing a catapult to giving them freedom from the heinous planet that aged them all in more ways than one through the body and the mind. Smith hummed to himself, cheerful, confident that things were going to be secured for him. 

Will was the one driving the vehicle away from the Jupiter 2 navigating among the disturbed land that had been parted, fallen, some land that was moved up becoming new pieces of land formation that resembled one of which belonging to Vasquez Rocks. Don was staring at the landmass in curiosity and awe, respecting the troubling nature of the planet, as the Chariot moved.


Smith arrived to the hill top where the machine was located. Smith clapped his hands together then picked up his belongings and approached the arch that glowed before his eyes.

"State your wish."

Smith grew a broad grin.

"To be unable to be impacted by the wrath of time, to be able to touch and hold, to eat what is edible soon as my hand touches it, to be unable to feel hunger, to be unable to be harmed significantly by anything around me, all until my safely guaranteed return to Earth."

The machine glowed brightly against the morning lighting.

"Conditional Immortality."

"Yes."

The machine glowed.

"Walk through this arch and your wish will be granted."

Smith beamed then proceeded to walk forward with belongings in hand through the arch.

"It is done."

Smith looked around and smiled.

"The beginning of Doctor Smith, the immortal!"

When Smith turned around, the machine was gone and he was all alone. But he didn't care about that, he had what was most desired: insurance to make sure that he got home and didn't die on the way there. Smith returned to the campsite then went to his cabin, peeled off his winter gear, and took a nap. 


Smith was awake shortly there after feeling better than he had in the last thirty years, different, almost completely unharmed by the knitting of time. He smiled, stretching his arms, then came out of his cabin and searched through the residential deck before going to the food pantry as he went on most times after having a nap.

This time, he didn't feel hungry. Smith paused as his mind registered there was no hunger, no interest in the food like there were many times before. He closed the food pantry as it became slowly clear what this conditional immortality deal meant to the wishing machine.

"Doctor Smith!"

It was Will's voice---How long had he been out? The mission was expected to take three days.

"Yes, William?"

Smith frowned as he turned away from the food pantry toward the young man who was approaching his cabin.

"Dad decided that we're going to search for Earth instead--" The door opened. "Uh. . . Doctor Smith?"

"No need to fear, Smith is here!"

Will turned away from the cabin facing the galley.

"Doctor Smith?" his voice became cracked. "Doctor Smith, stop hiding!"

Will went into room to room calling for him and Smith's bemusement fell at how concerned Will was being.

"My dear boy!" Smith screeched. "I am right here!"

Smith followed the young man.

"Doctor Smith, this isn't funny."

"Stop ignoring me!" Smith plead. "Please, spare me of this shunning." He held his hands together, pleadingly. "I can't take it!" his heart was breaking with each search the younger man was undertaking. "May heart can't take it! Please, tell me this is a cruel joke the major put you up to!"

"Like for petes sake, this is unlike you. Are you hiding in the closet?"

"William, I am standing beside you!" He shook his fist at the young man, exasperated. "What don't you get about that!"

"Who's in the bathroom?"

"Uh, me, Uncle Will." Katherine's voice came to. "Are we leaving soon?"

"Yeah, in fifteen minutes." Will replied. "Judy has your uniform out on the table."

"Woohooo!" Katherine cheered from the bathroom. "SPPPAAAAAAAAAACEEE!"

"WILLIAM, I AM RIGHT HERE!" Smith grabbed him by the shoulders then squeezed them as he screamed into the younger man's face.

"Ow!"

Smith withdrew as the man was embracing himself.

"What is it?"

"My arms feel like they've been pinched!"

"Listen to me, my dear boy. That was me! That was me! That was me! That was me!"

"Weird."

Will proceeded to go to the upper decks with Smith tailing behind him.

"William,  why can't you see me!"

Will slid the barrier aside then called out for Smith.

"WILLIAM, I AM RIGHT HERE!"

Will went out of the ship as Smith screamed, again, and again, "I AM RIGHT HERE!" now very distressed. The one person who would never pull his leg the way that the major would from time to time over the last three decades was treating Smith as if he weren't there. Something was horribly wrong and it couldn't be undone. The old man screamed over them and the Robinsons didn't hear him as they grew concerned listening to what the young man had to say.


The hydroponic garden was put inside over the rumbling of the planet, the family went out searching for him with their flashlights as it grew darker, as the deadline to leave was passed. Smith's voice was hoarse after screaming for hours at each and every one of them to see him and they didn't pay attention to him. In fact, they went through him.

Smith returned to the Jupiter 2 once sure that they weren't pretending and it was very real. He fell down to his side with a sigh and remained there for hours as the land shifted beneath the Jupiter 2. He was there as Will returned to the Jupiter 2 first, tired, his eyes red, shaking his head with Robot behind him saying things that Smith wasn't paying attention to until--

"You should have tried harder!" It was a unexpected roar. "Or disabled his legs!"

It was unlike Will to be this angry and it greatly alarmed the older man.

"Will . . . I am programmed not to harm your family." Robot reminded, gently. "He left for Earth."

Smith looked up toward them then lowered his head.

"I am right. . . here. . . you.. . blasphemous ninny." his voice was weaker, smaller, not as loud and noisy as it had  been before yet it still carried the level of insult and irritation toward his former companion.

Will mellowed down.

"I am sorry, Robot." Will rubbed the back of his head apologetically. "You're just a machine. Not God."

"Humans are Gods to machines," Robot replied. "You're a piece of life that is admired."

Will swallowed the hurt then lifted his head up looking toward the elevator.

"Yeah,  he is never going to get there." Will said. "Whoever he hitched a ride with. . ."

Will didn't finish that comment as he went to the lower decks. Smith didn't know how long passed until the men down and returned to the bridge in silver uniforms, light poured into the ship, all while he sobbed at the loss of what could sustain him by the soul.

Smith hiccuped as he got up to his feet then used the lift to carry him down. The family was seated in their chairs waiting for lift off staring on toward the unexpectedly moving elevator car expecting for Smith. Smith saw the empty crash couch that was for him, specifically, waiting for him in the center of the family. Even when they knew that he wasn't there, they left him a seat. 

"Aw." Katherine said.

"I am gonna fix that." Will said.

"That's the first time it has happened." Maureen commented.

"Be the last time." Will added.

"Oh, that's not the first time it has done that." Joshua said. "It has a history of it."

"Dork, I did that." Katherine retorted over the amusement of the family. "I was playing with you."

The family roared with laughter that filled the sorrow and nicely replaced it in a warm comforting way. Smith looked toward his cabin then approached it and sat down by his gear, picked it up, then joined the Robinsons. He sat down in the available seat, touched by their gesture, even if he couldn't thank them.

They couldn't see him, nor could they see his equipment, Smith observed. They would have noted of it and found out very quickly that he were still there. His own wish came true to the barest parts that cruelly locked him behind a veil that they could not see through.

He strapped himself in then waited for the launch to occur.

It launched and there was no pain resulting from the gravity force.


Smith bid his time waiting for the best time to leave the family. He stood at the bridge watching as events happen quickly in his view but rather slowly for the Robinsons on the other side of the veil. Smith watched them start a pattern, a schedule, a new way of living after he had withdrawn from their life with guests from time to time. He was slowly becoming sure that years were passing as the grandchildren were aging and so was Will.

The older man observed that the young man spotted that he started to wear glasses over time even as he still looked young for his age. Don's hair became even more gray and Penny's hair became white while Judy's hair remained a perfect color of blonde. John and Maureen were aging gracefully, slower, but happy. A stone cold reminder that he had doomed them to a slow walk back home, but they didn't care about that bit, they liked the adventures that he had gifted them.

Smith picked up his belongings, his winter gear packed as well, including the sleeping bag, and water jug (Water jug and winter gear, both relics of being in the now, but both reminders of what he became this way for) that had been retrieved from the supply closet. He departed the bridge one night and painfully left the only ship that he knew as a safe haven. 

He turned around, regarding the ship, one last time, then shook his head. Smith walked on leaving it behind even as it flew off into the sky and the atomic engine's wail didn't bother him leaving him behind. He didn't look back even as he found a temporary spacecraft while the pilot was away taking a leak. He brought his belongings inside, became familiar, then launched the craft into the sky (and afterwards, found the star charts) returning into space searching for Earth hopefully quicker.

It became a habit and Smith didn't know how long that he did it. Time was irrelevant to him and didn't matter in the end. He grew tired and rested, between stealing ships from time to time, leaving and taking new star charts that lead directly to Earth. Smith was very certain that weeks passed when he slept, lonely, all the more fuel to get home as soon as possible. Whoever he angered could not harm him and his ego soared, his confidence rose, knowing he was safe.

Until one day, Smith got it. He was in the solar system where his entire predicament had begun. His years was time that wasn't time, time that he counted, time that mattered, as it was so easy to lose track of actual time. He cheered, loudly, then whooped, his arms in the air and wept. After a long moment of tearful weeping, Smith took out a piece of paper from the panel then jotted down on to it and stamped his own painting of himself on the console. He jotted on the photo in bold ink; I was right here!

He plotted the course, the landing, manipulating the instruments to return a message that was caught by Earth. It was all going well and it made him tremble in joy. It was over. Finally, no more traveling stealing crafts from place to place and this entire ordeal was over, he could be human. It had to start wearing off by now, Smith assumed even as he still could not feel hunger. He picked up the radio device.

"This is Doctor Zachary Smith of Earth, can anyone hear me?"

He waited then repeated it over and over and over and over and over.

"Doctor Smith?" a strange voice came over. "When are you from?"

It was a strange question to have asked, but then, if there were others like him; it must be common to have humans returning to Earth. The Robinsons, they had to have made it back, they had to have.

"I am from the Jupiter 2 launch."

"Doctor Zachary Smith?"

"Yes, I am he! I am he!"

"You have a voice match. Welcome back."

"Please, let me land! Let me, land--"

Then he was somewhere else, it was a void, and the radio was still in his hand as he stood in the dark full of smoke and dark purple all around him as he clenched on to the machine trembling. He had a solid moment of silence as he contemplated the entire situation that had happened and felt too surreal to have happened for a very long time as people in strange clothing passed by him living in their own version of the void.

He collapsed with a scream, crest fallen, his soul shattered by being yanked out of the one opportunity to go home and it was gone. Gone, gone, gone, and no one could speak with him. He wailed, loudly, his figure trembling with loss until nothing was left with a aching body that didn't food, water, or need clothes tended to as it existed outside of time. And he was safe, but very lost, in the void forever.

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Smith bid his time waiting for the best time to leave the family. He stood at the bridge watching as events happen quickly in his view but rather slowly for the Robinsons on the other side of the veil. Smith watched them start a pattern, a schedule, a new way of living after he had withdrawn from their life with guests from time to time. He was slowly becoming sure that years were passing as the grandchildren were aging and so was Will.

The older man observed that the young man spotted that he started to wear glasses over time even as he still looked young for his age. Don's hair became even more gray and Penny's hair became white while Judy's hair remained a perfect color of blonde. John and Maureen were aging gracefully, slower, but happy. A stone cold reminder that he had doomed them to a slow walk back home, but they didn't care about that bit, they liked the adventures that he had gifted them.

Smith picked up his belongings, his winter gear packed as well, including the sleeping bag, and water jug (Water jug and winter gear, both relics of being in the now, but both reminders of what he became this way for) that had been retrieved from the supply closet. He departed the bridge one night and painfully left the only ship that he knew as a safe haven. 

He turned around, regarding the ship, one last time, then shook his head. Smith walked on leaving it behind even as it flew off into the sky and the atomic engine's wail didn't bother him leaving him behind. He didn't look back even as he found a temporary spacecraft while the pilot was away taking a leak. He brought his belongings inside, became familiar, then launched the craft into the sky (and afterwards, found the star charts) returning into space searching for Earth hopefully quicker.

It became a habit and Smith didn't know how long that he did it. Time was irrelevant to him and didn't matter in the end. He grew tired and rested, between stealing ships from time to time, leaving and taking new star charts that lead directly to Earth. Smith was very certain that weeks passed when he slept, lonely, all the more fuel to get home as soon as possible. Whoever he angered could not harm him and his ego soared, his confidence rose, knowing he was safe.

Until one day, Smith got it. He was in the solar system where his entire predicament had begun. His years was time that wasn't time, time that he counted, time that mattered, as it was so easy to lose track of actual time. He cheered, loudly, then whooped, his arms in the air and wept. After a long moment of tearful weeping, Smith took out a piece of paper from the panel then jotted down on to it and stamped his own painting of himself on the console. He jotted on the photo in bold ink; I was right here!

He plotted the course, the landing, manipulating the instruments to return a message that was caught by Earth. It was all going well and it made him tremble in joy. It was over. Finally, no more traveling stealing crafts from place to place and this entire ordeal was over, he could be human. It had to start wearing off by now, Smith assumed even as he still could not feel hunger. He picked up the radio device then clicked the button on the top.

"This is Doctor Zachary Smith of Earth, can anyone hear me?"

He waited then repeated it over and over and over and over and over.

"Doctor Smith?" a strange voice came over. "When are you from?"

It was a strange question to have asked, but then, if there were others like him; it must be common to have humans returning to Earth. The Robinsons, they had to have made it back, they had to have.

"I am from the Jupiter 2 launch."

"Doctor Zachary Smith?"

"Yes, I am he! I am he!"

"You have a voice match. Welcome back."

"Please, let me land! Let me, land--"

Then he was somewhere else, it was a void, and the radio was still in his hand as he stood in the dark full of smoke and dark purple all around him as he clenched on to the machine trembling. He had a solid moment of silence as he contemplated the entire situation that had happened and felt too surreal to have happened for a very long time as people in strange clothing passed by him living in their own version of the void.

He collapsed with a scream, crest fallen, his soul shattered by being yanked out of the one opportunity to go home and it was gone. Gone, gone, gone, and no one could speak with him. He wailed, loudly, his figure trembling with loss until nothing was left with a aching body that didn't food, water, or need clothes tended to as it existed outside of time.

He lifted himself up, dusted himself off, then observed his belongings were around him and dropped his radio. He had to find a way out of this unknown and get himself back home. Had he over-reacted? Yes, he had after being yanked away from the planet of his dreams at the very last moment. He rubbed his forehead, pained, "Oh, the pain." then picked up his belongings into his arms which included as before; The water jug, the sleeping bag, and the suitcase.

Smith walked on and on, cradling his belongings, unable to interact with the phantoms that occupied the same void. He came to the exit of what was a apparently a tunnel and halted in his tracks observing rocks of different kinds and sizes floating in the sky that was a mix of cruel colors such as black, red, orange, and yellow with hardly a sight of blue to be seen. There wasn't exactly a sky as Smith acknowledged and not a star in sight.

Smith traveled until he felt tired. It was odd, how he could experience being tired and yet feel no hunger. It was a sure sign of being alive, the most living alive there ever was, it was a bodily function that had been spared for some reason that evaded him. He rested, took out his suitcase, then slid out the photo album that he had copied with Robot's help over the years, just to look at the people that he had known in space before making the second worst of his mistake (the first one was accepting the generous offer) of his life and smile at it.

His fingers traced over the memories of the Robinsons, something that was copied over and over and over, unable to be touched, not able to interfere, those years more fonder from a distant perspective out of that position that he was in with them. He closed the book then slid it into the suitcase, put the full water jug along side it, then rested, with his hands in his lap having a nice long sleep.

He awoke, got up, then resumed his search for a way to leave this planet. He reflected, he rested, and resumed his search. Smith passed by several camps and observed strange life forms along the way that were at best large dogs that were were capable of flying and had tentacles, coated in fur, had exposed fangs, gills, and bat wings, these creatures terrorized the people that made improvised villages and many people were harmed by the incidents. Except him.

Smith continued on, miserably, for what felt to be at best a eternity searching for a ship to leave the area with. Smith could find only abandoned crafts that were lacking of fuel or were either too advanced for him to attempt to use, beyond his comprehension, too confusing to continue using, providing only a nice place to stay. "Doctor Smith!" were words that caused him to lift his head up in alarm. He came to a pause in his tracks then shifted toward the direction of the area behind him. 

Smith turned away then walked on, sour. His stubbornness keeping him walking, there had to be a spacecraft that had fuel and understandable equipment. This time, he heard a duo of voices call out and this time did Smith halted in his tracks gazing on toward the distance ahead of him as he heard the voices a third time. He turned in the direction of the voices in a moment of shock as his heart raced in complete terror hearing his name for the first time said in a long time.

Two figures appeared from the corner of the mound of rock, one of them firing at creatures that were chasing after them, and the other was hollering for him. The order of which was Will being the protector and Penny being the searcher, all without Robot, a strange combination, highly unusual for someone so determined on being prepared for the worst. Smith was stunned, simply, stunned, and shocked, observing that they were coming his way heading in his direction. 

Smith screamed then ran fast as his feet could carry him and made a roundabout turn into a cavern as the creatures snarled, barked, and howled chasing after the mere impossible figures to have appeared. Smith dropped his belongings beside him, shaken, horrified. The figures joined him in the cavern then watched as the beasts went past them. Their attention shifted upon him once the danger had cleared and Smith was on the center of their ire then cleared his throat.

They hadn't age much since Smith had last taken a look at them since leaving the Jupiter 2. They had to have become this way sometime in his long journey for Earth and the others, it pained him to think what could have happened to them, on their ongoing journey home. He winced with that reflection.

"Doctor Smith, are you okay?" Will asked.

"Yes, yes, yes, I am fine." Smith found his words.

"The wishing machine told us about your wish." Penny said.

"And how you abused it." Will said.

"It was the only way at the time." Smith said.

"Yeah, but you're stuck here forever." Will then added. "Supposedly."

"And you didn't try to communicate." Penny said.

"I tried, you never heard me." Smith reminded, sharply, but bitterly. "Are you only here to shame me for my mistake?"

"I just find it odd that you didn't try to write is all." Penny said.

"Do realize, I have suffered for it thoroughly and shamed by forces that are greater than yourselves!"

"Doctor Smith, why didn't you just write to us?" Will repeated, skeptically.

It was quiet between them.

"The Jupiter 2 being destroyed because a family wanted to stay and mine a few more days just to retrieve a very flawed old man isn't something that a immortal can live with."

The answer was enough to be satisfying, even though Smith hadn't thought of that in the beginning. He didn't care -- of course, he did-- about the Robinsons and their beloved flying death trap.  He didn't understand how the nexus of their suffering was revered for years as perfection as the fuel had been eaten up by the plants that he had awakened.

He didn't care about how cheerful, wholesome, and happy they were just to be alive in space spending what time they had together fighting for survival together against the final frontier. They were only necessity to him in the field of survival as much as his conscience agreed with that assessment. Smith folded his arms.

"You made the same wish, didn't you?" Smith asked.

"Yes." Will and Penny replied.

"And how did you wind up here?" Smith asked. "You don't strike me as the kind of people who abuse their wishes."

"Unlike your wish, we had a mission to find you. .  " Penny said. "and look everywhere."

"Everywhere, yes." Smith said.

"Doctor Smith, part of our wish was that you could see and hear us and vice versa." Will said.

Smith raised his brows.

"Annd?"

"We abused our wish by going to a black hole." Will said

"Into a black hole, Will." Penny corrected her younger sibling. "Not to."

"You went into a black hole searching for me? With what?" Smith scowled, half terrified, half horrified, as his mind jumped to conclusions. "The Jupiter 2?"

"No." Will said.

"We used a small ship that we purchased at a space trade fair." Penny said then she took out a disk from her side pocket stitched into her uniform, reminiscent of her mother's second year uniform, except it were maroon uniform, bright green v-neck with a maroon strip at the top, and yellow dickie. She smiled as Will did while Smith stared at the contraption. "Robot is even with us."

"Had to trade his shell for our ship." Will admitted, regrettably.

"Annnnd is there a way out of here?" Was Smith's question. "Was that part of your wish? A quick way home?"

"No. . . Not really." Penny winced as the older man's features fell. "We didn't think you were sent here."

"I knew you would be sent off somewhere, anywhere, that could be easily broken into or landed. . ." Then Will chuckled. "Well, this was easier to do."

Penny and Will had a loud laugh in amusement to the predicament. Smith was quiet as he slumped against the rock and pouted then sighed. Smith shook his head, disappointed, ashamed, but bitter of the trap that they had fallen into.

"Can't even use the spacecrafts that I found to get off as the consoles are too confusing and those wretched dog bats are out." Smith cupped the side of his face as he complained. "Eternity here---it pains me so!"

"Where?" Will asked, leaning forward as did his young sister. "Where is the ships?"

"That ship could have a defense system to ward off those dog bats." Penny speculated, hopeful.

"Like a bunch of birds." Will agreed with a chuckle.

Smith was rubbing his fingers together as he were looking back then their gaze shifted toward him and lifted his head up.

"Don't recall what direction, somewhere around here." Smith shrugged, apologetically, with a frown of his own.

"Well what direction were you coming from?" Will asked.

"The direction that you were coming from, Will." Was the simple reply.

"Okay, that's a start." Will sported a smile.

"If these crafts are still here," he cleared his throat, his shoulders lowering, not quite believing escape was going to be easy. Smith was frightened of doing a attempt to leave this unknown and lonely place with horrible results.  "wouldn't that mean some misshapen traveler did the same and returned here after a unsuccessful flight?"

"This is the place where abused wishes go, Doctor Smith." Was the assurance from Penny. "Who-ever abused them has abandoned it."

"I am a wish!" Smith pointed back at himself, for emphasis. "I abused it." 

"More like misused it, Doctor Smith." Will corrected looking back at the younger old man in a moment of amusement. "You can't abuse yourself."

"Not at all," Penny agreed.

"Wouldn't that mean I. .  ." he looked toward them. "can't leave? If the ship itself can't leave?"

"You did abuse your wish," Will admitted as the older man sulked. "But, it's worth a try."

"And if I can't leave but you can, what then?" Smith asked.

The siblings puckered their lips then exchanged a glance with the other, as though reluctant to talk about other things, things that had to be discussed, but agreed silently there was some things that could be discussed. They turned their attention toward the old man who was younger than they were and not the oldest of the group.

"Then we'll stay and catch up about our adventures." Will stretched his arms as he leaned against the wall and hid his hands behind his head. "We've had a lot of adventures just getting to that black hole."

Penny giggled, shielding her mouth, finding the matter all so entertaining.

"Lot is a understatement." Penny said between her giggles.

The same giggle summoned Will's laughter as she made her pointed. They broke out into laughter, leaning against one another, recalling their long sheet of adventures just to get here. As before, the Robinsons weren't bitter but so easy to laugh at the tough and unexpected parts of the journey. The giggling and laughter stopped.

"We have a record of lifeforms that we crossed paths with on the biomedical scanner." Will said with a smirk as he motioned toward the device strapped along Penny's arm. "It even has a holographic projector!"

"How so interesting." Smith said in awe. "As you say, if there is enough, not to run out of stories to be entertained by."

"There is." Penny assured.

Smith struggled to his feet but was joined by the children and they helped him up. 

"I . . . I . .  . I . . . I never anticipated you coming here to rescue me." Smith confessed.

"What did you expect, Doctor Smith?" Penny, asked, curious yet incredulous all the same. "Rescuing yourself?"

"Not too short of a idea, yes." Smith bore the familiar grin that he was known for that became apologetic. "Rescue team or none at all, I always knew I would get out of here!"

In a instant, he was trapped in a hug by the children and everything was fine. Even the tears that Smith could feel coming to from the corners of his eyes. All the while that he was being embraced in a platonic loving hug being held like he belonged in a hug that reeked of family brought up old feelings from the days that he were among their family.

If they had spent hundreds of years or thousands of years to have more than a lot of stories to tell about their adventures, it would be a long time before they reached the destination in mind of which he were aware of. And they were safe, but very lost, in space; forever. That didn't matter to them, he was right here and that is what mattered.