A moment later, the light blinked on to reveal that they were inside a light gray wide room with plenty of space to spare. There were several protruding rounded sections decorating the wall surrounding the closed dome from above. The dome's lid was gradually opening with a very low rumble. Smith was expecting to see a very family friendly gray, black, and red Robot. Instead, Smith saw a black and white checkered double standing behind a curved station. The anti-matter's Robot head bobbed up sparing a glance toward the old man. Smith was moving his mouth as though preparing to say a short word but nothing was coming out of it. The anti-matter Robot leaned over the console. The two men were scanned by a green light that illuminated from the lines surrounding the dome above. The green light dissipated a few seconds after just as it had appeared.

There was a familiar light that returned into Smith's eyes with tears of joy watching the anti-matter Robot work.

"Booby!" Smith called, beginning to walk forward toward the Robot. "How I have missed you!" but Franklin grabbed him by the elbow stopping him from going any further. His delighted demeanor was replaced by anger toward B-9. "That wasn't really nice of you to scare me like that, you ninny!"

"Smith," Franklin said.

"Let me go!" Smith cried, turning toward the young man and aimed the spear at his chest.

"That. is. not. your B-9," Franklin said, earning big eyes from Smith.

"Zachary Smith is not standing before you," Smith said, trying to free his elbow with a free hand. "Don't make me fire this spear."

"Zachary Smith," Anti-matter Robot called, simply.

That was enough to draw Smith's attention.

"He never will be," Franklin added, his grip on Smith's elbow growing tighter. "You got him killed twenty-two years ago."

Smith shifted away letting go of Franklin's grasp, the anti-matter Robot held his attention as they had a long stare in silence. He was real. Real. Time went slower while staring at the strikingly familiar model. Not a figment of his imagination or a short hallucination. Franklin watched the older man step forward without saying a word. There was a strange look on the older man's face in a way that was like staring at a bright hopeful light drawing him leaving in a trance state of mind. As though everything around him had simply became part of the background even a word coming from Franklin. A tug by the young man yanked Smith back into reality, Franklin acted as anchor bringing him into the present ripping him out of the smooth, freely flowing current. Smith didn't notice the guards coming in flanking the centered figure that began to spread around the room.

"You can never escape your fate," Amy said, wearing a smile on her face. "Nice try, Mr West, Mr Smith," she walked forward, grinning from ear to ear, with a entertained look in her eye. "you have only made it easier to get rid of you," her eyes shifted toward the inactive weapons then they lifted up toward the men. "Drop the spears."

Franklin tossed his spear away while Smith only dropped his spear to his side.

"I knew this was too good to be true," Franklin said.

"We're doomed," Smith said. "Doomed!" was added in a upset tone.

"And you, Robot," Amy said. "Where did you get that idea to to crush their escape?"

The Robot turned away from Amy facing the men acknowledging their reactions, confusion and hurt/betrayal, bobbing his head up.

"When Zachary Smith sabotaged me," Anti-matter robot said. "The Robinsons were only delayed," His arms extended from his shell. "This is only a delay." Bolts of red sizzling electricity from his black and white came from the claws firing at the aliens.

Franklin ducked taking Smith with him as firing was exchanged inside the room.

The young closed his eyes waiting for the chaos to end letting go of the older man's hand and covered his head. Smith had his eyes open watching it unfold. Smith watched the Robot be struck repeatedly sending sparks flying. Several alien guards dropped dead with a steaming, size-able hole in their chest plating that had sunk into their chest. The standing surviving guards fired back all at once on target in loud phew phew noises. A mass of white red electricity grew from the Robot's figure that fell against the console with a loud crash. Abruptly, thee was firing coming from the direction of the two men. Amy turned, feeling her chest stinging, watching the older man screech as he fired at every alien in the room with the high-tech spear. There were tears coming down his cheeks. The center of the room began to rise on the two men lifting them up to the top. The dome's cover was completely retracted showing a holographic representation of Earth at the center with a red arrow pointing at a specific section of the planet.

Amy's humanoid figure began to slip away as she fell to her side gaining long extended arms similar to a octopus spreading from her sides and her legs grew into tentacles. The alien guards fired back only to be countered by the quickly speeding blasts. He was turning in circles firing at random destroying equipment all around sending a few aliens flying into the air catching the walls on fire. Franklin opened his eyes gazing up in shock. The room turned from gray to pitch black with flames scorching the room like a bomb had exploded inside. Smith moved to the edge of the elevator where he aimed down on the edge then aimed at the panels which he fired on sending them falling onto the surviving security. Smith aimed the spear at a large collection of duplicates like it then fired on it sending a explosion that rocked the room turning off the security systems. He walked backwards coming over to the center of the elevator then tossed his spear over the edge of the elevator. The elevator speed up faster sending the two men falling to their backs as it flew up toward the dome. A blue light outlined their screaming figures as it rushed toward the glass center while their eyes grew big to the camera being bound down to the floor by gravity. In a bright flash, they were no longer there and the dome cascaded down to the floor.

"OOohh. . ." came groaning from the anti-matter Robot's trembling figure.

The anti-matter Robot groaned propping himself up to see the elevation had returned down.

"They . . made. . . . it," The Robot said, relieved.

Anti-matter Robot set in the coordinates as material was falling around him.

The black and white B-9 was hunched over moving toward the ramp groaning with a tremble. Pieces of the wall fell behind the anti-matter being being eaten away by the continuing to spread hungry flames as he floated up onto the center of the elevator. He fell on to his side with a huff. Anti-matter Robot rolled on to his back then placed his arms back into his shell observing the stars from above. Pieces of the cieling fell down with a fury to the ground crashing on to piles of bodies. The broken lights struggled to remain on during the station's wailing echoing throughout. The scene backtracked to reveal a red light outlining the anti-matter Robot getting closer and closer to the glass dome under a slow speed. The anti-matter Robot's arms were sprawled onto his side. A part of the station blew up then it spread throughout loudly and furiously destroying everything that laid in its way chasing after running aliens taking them in with applause. It burst into the transport room surging up toward the cieling. The anti-matter Robot's figure glowed bright orange and vanished before the flames could eat away at his metal.