Smith clicked on the umbrella then it was coated in pitch black layers as he looked toward a distant familiar old spacecraft. He quietly made his way toward the beehive starship that was smaller than the Jupiter 2030. It was decorated in ancient brown writing but the title above the entrance was dangling side ways reading in English. Oddly enough, "Rogers Zekar Healing Service". He stabbed the umbrella's pointy tip into the ground setting it beside him. Smith cracked his knuckles keeping his composure.

He pressed on the big, rounded button set alongside the doors then leaned back tapping his fingers together. The ringing echoed within the starship. There was crashing overheard from inside the starship. The Robot came down the ramp of the Jupiter with his retrieved surf board that stood long and wide enough to carry him. He bobbed his head up in surprise to see Smith's figure standing at a starship. The Robot made his way to the old man quickly on his updated treads that allowed him a very fast roll and landing against the side of the ship that made his helmet ring and a groan. Smith sighed, annoyed, facing the Robot.

"What are you doing here?" Smith asked. "You should be down at the beach."

"You are planning something and I do not like it,"

"It's Rogers," Smith said. "Rogers the healer."

The Robot's head lowered.

"How can you be certain that this is his?" The Robot asked.

"Because I bought it for him," Smith said, then gestured toward the side along the door that read 'Bought by Zachary Smith' in black permanent marker.

"You do not want to revisit the past," The Robot warned.

"I have a matter to resolve," Smith said. "I am not revisiting the past."

"More so giving him the pain he gave you," The Robot said

"Thirty-five years ago I would have done that if it were just me and him in the same room until all that was left had been a bloody mess of brain matter, bones, and squashed eyes," Smith said. "I felt a lot after that betrayal." he tapped his fingers together listening to the sound of falling equipment falling down a spiral of stairs. "Fortunately, I had a lifetime to cool off."

"You do not know if you have until he comes to the door," The Robot said.

Smith turned his head toward the Robot then turned it toward the door and took a double take with a look of disbelief.

"You are afraid that I will shove him in and lock the door behind me," Smith said.

"Affirmative," the Robot said.

"You want me to have told the colonel that the man responsible for this," he held his hands out. "is here?"

"Affirmative," The Robot said, as Smith tapped his fingers together in his lap.

"You are more of a dullard than I remember," Smith said.

"Memories have a unique way of being distorted to be recalled in a certain someone's favor," The Robot said.

Smith's eyes grew big then glared toward the Robot

"No wonder you went up in flames so viciously." The Robot grew silent. "Your armor turning to brown as the flames traveled down your body. Your glass head breaking apart with a loud, high pitch sharp noise. Your little head lights poles bending, twirling," he flicked his fingers against the colorful lights. "and melting after the glass shattering before my eyes." he glided his index finger into mid-air. "Your claws melting dropping piece by piece to the grass. Your body steaming with flames and smelling terrible being eaten away by the blast. Your glass neck breaking louder than your head. Being consumed into the flames within minutes defying all forms of logic. Your rubber arms burning away with a awful stench. Your grill cackling, sending glass flying, and smoke rising up from your burned shell that was taken away in the flames. Not leaving behind any ashes to bury!"

There was a long moment of silence between them.

"I believe you, Zachary Smith," The Robot said.

Smith seemed taken back, startled, in alarm toward the Robot.

"Did you really mean that?" Smith asked.

"Affirmative," The Robot said, then repeated. "I believe you."

Validation, relief, and a heavy weight fell off his chest allowing him to feel light as a feather.

"Thank you," Smith said.

The door suddenly opened before them. Smith and the Robot turned in the direction of a strange humanoid being with elephant ears, small hands that had long fingers, and seemed to be covered in scales from head to toe. It was Rogers. He hadn't aged a day compared to the elderly man. Rogers froze as though seeing something occurring before his eyes. He covered his mouth in horror and placed the other hand on the side of the doorway.

Recognition flickered in the man's eyes. He had crystal shaped eyes, albino skin, and had a metal leg that had a spring in the center between the knee and the ankle. The Robot counted the minutes that were passing by from the immediate loud dramatic gasp that did nothing to break the silence coming from Smith.

"My god, the pain you went through," Rogers said. "How did you survive the pit of despair?"

Smith paused, briefly considering his reply thoughtfully, then turned his attention up toward the younger man.

"Pain hurts," Smith said. "it is okay to feel pain, show pain, express feelings about it. Doesn't make you less of a man. But we have to acknowledge the pain and talk about it. Or else we never grow, heal, and learn from what made that pain possible."

Smith slapped Rogers.

"Ow," Rogers rubbed his cheek.

Smith slapped Rogers a second time.

"Okay that was a good one-" Rogers was slapped again. "Feel better?"

"It has taken me a long time to forgive one man for bringing a friend of mine to her death," Smith said.

"Me?" Rogers asked.

"No," Smith said, flatly. "Someone else more deserving of it. I can be angry at him for much as I like but it will never bring my friend back."

"Come on, where is Harold and the others?" Rogers asked. "They could have forgiven me for my mistake."

"Twelve UFO abductees were going home and you took that away by throwing them to the very people you owed," Smith said. "I promised them, each and every one of them, that I would bring them back to Earth to the authorities who would get them sorted out. I was only able to bring their heirlooms to Earth," Rogers face grew long with heartbreak in his eyes nearing tears. "How do you think I survived the pit of despair?" he jabbed his finger into the man's chest with anger in his eyes.

Smith held his hands out.

"You dug your way out," Rogers said, then the elderly man took his hands back with a insulted expression on his face.

"I climbed," Smith said.

"Do you feel better, Doctor Smith?" Rogers asked.

Smith slapped him two more times consecutively.

"I should have never helped you out of that freezing cell," Smith said, shaking his head. "And you have no right to refer me by that title. Not even as your friend."

"Ow," Rogers asked, rubbing his cheek. "I thought we were."

"We were hardly friends," Smith said. "we were cooperating as a team working on a common goal and had no affiliations to each other."

Rogers looked off, stroking his cheek.

"Woah," Rogers said. "Nice ship you got there." he turned his attention toward Smith. "How were you the only one to get out of that problem into another?"

Smith's hands rolled into fists.

"The Robinsons are not a problem," Smith said.

"Robinson Robot," The Robot spoke up, waving a claw.

"Aren't they dead?" Rogers asked

"Negative," the Robot replied. "The Robinsons were trapped in a time bubble for a hour compared to the rest of the time space continuum."

"Why do you think my hands were normal for the last week?" Smith added.

"No," Rogers said, freezing where he stood. "You didn't. How. You. I. What? How? Did you? You can't have."

"I did," Smith said. "Cloned one too many times can't be entirely sure if I am original or not. I have the memories so of course I am Zachary Smith the original."

"Then what happened to the other?" Rogers asked.

"Why do you think Johnny, the only smart one of the group," Smith added, bitterly. "took the last functional cryostasis pod and brought the number down to twelve before they came?"

"That was a cryostasis pod!" Rogers exclaimed.

"That's why Harold, Johnny, and I went in to the Jupiter and caught you," Smith said. "That is why I was with them. That is why I know you betrayed us, you egregious simpleton," The Robot got in between the two men acting as a barrier restraining Smith from bolting in after the younger man. "There are only so many words in the English Language that can describe the pain, anger, and hurt from what you left us in!"

Smith's face changed from a glowing pink to a heated red. The once flat center of the nose became scrunched up. His hands were rolled into fists that were being shook with one fist having a index finger out jabbing toward the younger man. Rogers stepped back from the doorway from Smith. For a human that was very old and angry, he was able to scare a being twice his height out of fear for their life. The Robot had his arms wrapped around the elder's torso ever so tightly that he couldn't barge into the spaceship.

"I never meant for them to die!" Rogers said. "I never meant for it to turn out that way."

"No," Smith said. "you meant never to see any of us alive."

The Robot let go moving toward the elderly man's side but kept a claw on to his shoulder in case he was going to charge in at the last minute. Rogers looked down toward the elder man's hand then raised his attention up with a slack jaw showing his befuddlement.

"Hey, uh, why are your hands still screwed up?" Rogers asked, pointing toward the elderly man's hands.

"Because I didn't want to be prodded at and have eyes on me for all the wrong reasons," Smith said. "If you know what is best for you, don't make another tragedy unfold here, because if you try," the Robot's free claw sizzled electricity. "You will surely die by the hands of my great, humbling, and honest as robots come, buddy."

Rogers was visibly trembling.

"No problems here," Rogers said, shaking his hands.

"Good," Smith said.

"We will be here for approximately three point two months," the Robot said.

"In that time frame," Smith said. "Be a healer and don't get into a threatening alien's business for once."

The Robot let go of the elderly man's shoulder.

Smith whipped away from the younger man then walked off spinning his umbrella making his way to the discarded seat left against the platform leading up into the Jupiter 2.

"If you approach Zachary Smith," The Robot warned. "The only one you will have to be very afraid of is Colonel West. Not me."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rogers asked.

"He will leave you alive," The Robot said. "but in horrible pain."

"Booby," Smith called, distantly. The Robot shifted toward the elderly man. "Go to the beach and enjoy yourself!"

"Good day, sir," The Robot's head bobbed up then whirred away from Rogers.

Rogers was gasping for breath looking on toward the figures.

"Ah. . . . shit," Rogers said. "I am in real trouble now."