Will regained consciousness inside a container then looked over that there were several other children in containers awaking up. They ranged in species starting from being orange and green with a pig like nose, a blue-ish green with a large head, a familiar two headed alien covered in plant life, and odd. Will stepped out of the pod looking around. A strange, broad man came from behind the consoles covered in what seemed to be rock. His eyes were pitch black with no light coming out. He had a large collection of rocks on the top of his head. He was in a strange uniform that fit his figure but it was orange and a dark shade of blue with a gray emblem on both shoulders. It was apparently a two piece outfit as there was a a zipper.

"Welcome, welcome, children. . ." came the man's unsettling greeting. "I am Shar'bog. This is your new home for the foreseeable future."

Will shook his head.

"No," Will said. "I want to go back to my folks."

"These are your 'folk's, child," Shar'bog said.

"I am Will Robinson of Planet Earth," Will said. "You are going to regret taking me."

"Will Robinson? The shortest member of the Jupiter 2 party," Shar'bog said, approaching the child. He observed the child. "You are going into the harder labor."

"I won't!" Will said. "I want to go home."

Shar'bog's rocky eyebrows twitched.

"Did you not hear me?" Shar'bog asked. "This is your new home."

"Home is where my family is," Will said.

There was a loud slap.

Will fell to the dirty ground.

Will rubbed the side of his cheek looking up toward the alien like individual. Shar'bog counted the line of children by hand. The two headed mossed like child helped Will up to his feet. Will looked toward the slightly taller child in interested and familiarity. His mind jumping back to the moment in time back to the first planet they had landed on. Being held captive by a two headed tall creature forcing them to tend to the plants. The food was ediable and delicious but the alien plant could have done the task easily. Perhaps it was lazy as Doctor Smith had theorized while Will tended to it. Speaking of Doctor Smith, the Robot had clearly said he hadn't felt his presence but he had observed the man walking ahead of them. Which didn't make sense in the slightest unless they had a machine capable of projecting what he wanted the most. All of a sudden, Will felt like he had been played like a fiddle. And very stupid.

The alien child spoke in a different language helping Will up to his feet.

"Thank you," Will said.

"These will be your translators for your co-workers," Shar'bog said, handing one to Will. Then gestured Will to put the neck brace on. Will obeyed then felt something pierce his skin that at first burned and then subsided. "You will be unable to escape but the only way to escape would be death. The lives you once knew are no more, you will be fed and clothed appropriately, you will work twelve hour days to mine raw materials from this cave complex," Will looked around hearing the sound of pickaxes striking repeatedly on rock. "Your housings are what you call handy downs. You are of twenty men power and you will use it as such."

Shar'bog strolled down the group of twenty.

"You will find people your way are plenty here," Shar'bog siad.

"What about people who are not our age?" A giraffe like child asked.

"They have been disposed of," Shar'bog said. Children were terrified. "To a different mining complex, don't start crying or whining on me."

Two shorter rock like humanoids arrived.

"Escort them to their block, Sharris and K'tumie," Shar'bog said. "And try not to let them play you, again."

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Will was shoved into a room with the giraffe like alien child. The alien child sat onto a bunk dangling their long legs on the edge with eyes cast down. Will flew himself over to the wall and felt around for a weakness in it. The alien child looked down depressingly toward him. He kicked at the wall with his boots multiple times. He walked back then smacked his shoulder against it with a cry. Will rubbed his shoulder walking around in a circle as a mass of tears came down his cheeks. He was terrified of what he had landed himself into. He should have not gone after the image of Smith and instead stood there watching him vanish before his eyes. He should have known that when Smith went alone, it normally spelled danger in caps and red.

He had forgotten that. It had been three days since Smith had passed away saving him and he had already forgotten that. It was a given not to let Smith go alone as he made trouble. Even with all Will had done, he still went and done it. Will could imagine the man chastising him for following along with him even while he felt guilty for not telling the child to stay, it would have happened differently but otherwise the same. Smith cowering behind the children. Smith would have gotten on the nerves of Shar'bog faster than Will had and likely got hurt because of it. All in all, it was a good thing Smith had died. Will's tears came to a stop as he slid himself against down the wall. He wiped off his tears as he turned to weeping. His shoulders trembled. The giraffe like child came down the ladder then came over to Will's side.

"I am Seamoor," Seamoor said.

"I-I-I-I-I-I I am Will," Will said. "Will Robinson."

"Will Robinson?" Seamoor replied. "Where's your side kick Doctor Smith?" Will closed his eyes inbetween his sobs.

"He-h-h-e passed away," Will said, bobbing his head up and down.

"You must be in dire straights," Seamoor said. "I heard he showed up at Smyth's bar and assaulted a Intergalactic Police Officer,"

"That was someone else," Will said, in-between sobs. He looked up with red eyes toward Seamoor. "That wasn't Doctor Smith."

Seamoor sat down alongside Will.

"I can be your friend if you like," Seamoor said.

"Thanks," Will said, as he lowered his head. "Why are you so calm?"

"My people have been snatched for centuries for this kind of work," Seamoor said. "It's a waste of my time to cry or throw a tamper-tantrum when that energy could be spent on working."

Will stopped crying then looked at Seamoor with a look of disbelief and his cheeks a shade of pink.

"That's not right," Will said. "don't you miss your folks?"

"I do," Seamoor said. "They did their best raising me and I will do my best carrying their principles with my roommates."

"On Earth," Will said. "It's often seen as a good thing to cry. Helps make you feel better than you were before. Don't you ever cry?"

"I do," Seamoor said. "Not over trivial matters. This is my life now. I can't change that. I miss my family, though."

"Me too," Will said, his hands on his knees.

"Could we be friends?" Seamoor asked.

"The way I see it, we're already friends," Will said, with a smile. "What's your species called?"

"Gallumians," Seamoor said. "It's stupid."

"No," Will said. "You make my species name sound like a piece of cake."

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The children were fast asleep shoulder by shoulder when the doors opened to their room. Will bolted up to his feet at the sound and Seamoor's eyes opened. They were escorted out of their room and into a long line of children going into what seemed to be the showers. Will was irked sharing the same shower with other children. He was used to sharing one rationed, quick bath. It had been a long time since he had a shower on his own. He was sent forward by one of the children behind him then handed a small pile of clothes complete with boot. He was escorted to a dry, clean room where he undressed. Away went the two piece shirt, orange pants, and small black boots. Away went his black socks. He neatly folded them feeling invaded by the sights of other children. Will looked over noticing the other children were not paying attention. Some of them appeared to be frightened as he did. Will sighed in relief, his attention turned onto the Jupiter 2 assigned clothing. It was set beside the clothing that had been given to him. In front of the small collection of clothing was his name tag.

Doctor Smith would not have fared well in this environment, let alone being separated from Will.

It then occurred to Will that his friend would have died in a cruel manner.

That simple fact that Doctor Smith was deceased made Will relax.

Doctor Smith was happy and content wherever he was. No chores to do, nothing to bother him while he rested against a rock, enjoying a good sun tan. The cowardly doctor once told Will not to be controlled by his fear but to control it. It had become a phrase that had not aged well as it controlled Smith. He let fear stop him. Will turned around toward the direction of a black screen that had a glowing word that read 'go'. Will was sent forward by the crowd into the showers nearly slipping on his way in. Will came under a sprout of water. The dirt that he had gathered in the cave was slipped off. The warm, comfortable water trailed down his skin feeling engulfed in comfort. The water abruptly stopped once his face was cleaned. There was no items of soap to wash with but there was certainly a robot at the entrance of the dry section with a towel.

Will made his way over then took a towel. He entered to see the Jupiter 2 clothing was missing. It felt like he had been floored. His shiny name plate was still there as was his new uniform. Will slipped off his wet, stinky boxers then dropped it onto the side of the ledge where the new outfit rested. They were a light gray two piece uniform that was sleeveless, lacked a neck collar, and had long pants. Will put on the new outfit without a tremble in his step. He looked around the room in search of familiar faces. He saw Seamoor putting on just a gray shirt as she had a centaur like build to her body. Will put on his new socks and boots. Will heard a snap then looked down to see that the boots had become shackles wrapped around the ankles and his feet were a dark film. Now, that wasn't fair.

The children were escorted out of the room by Sharris and K'tumie into their designated chipping block. The cave was a elaborate with sprawling tunnels, light fixtures installed into the wall, and there were pickaxes that were discarded to the floor. He came to the far end of the tunnel. It reminded Will of the several caves that he had seen exploring strange new planets. The light highlighted the caves as a beige color, somewhere between bronze and gold. Will felt a smack on his shoulder knocking him forward against the rock. A stinging, long pain was fresh on his back. As though he had been whipped and cut at the same time. Will looked over to see there was Shar'bog staring back at him. Will slowly picked up the pickaxe then the rock like humanoid walked away with the two guards. It was light weight to Will's hands.

His parents must be worried sick about him and trying to find him.