MARTIN ROBINSON
Don't Mom. <He backs into his tube> Vogue says this will
be the style in
10 years. <He pats down his fur-hair>

Timmothy rolled his eyes. Only Martin would worry about his
hairstyle at a time like this.

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
Jenny? <He asked his girlfriend, adopted sister>

The cryotubes were mounted on the wall, side by side. Each
had
just enough room for a body. Jenny was adjusting the system
controls
for their frozen-sleep state. An extra-durable plastic cover
would snap
around them, already wearing heavy-duty black and silver
protective
jumpsuits. An oxygen tube fed directly into each
compartment.

JENNY ROBINSON
Yes Timmy?

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
Can we cut back on Martin's oxygen a little, so he's not as
annoying
when he wakes up!

MARTIN ROBINSON
While you're at it Jenny. Maybe you could cut back on Timmothy's
oxygen
too!

BRISBY ROBINSON
All right, kids. That's the last fight you're having. For 10
years,
anyway.

She kissed Timmothy goodbye, and then his father stepped in
front of him. Timmy reached out his hand just as his father
tried to
hug him. His hand collided with his dad's hard cryosuit.

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
Ouch.

JUSTIN ROBINSON
Sorry. <He ruffled his fur-hair>

Timmothy backed into his freezing tube, and his father moved
toward his own. He stopped to say goodbye to his wife, kissing
her.
Then he stepped into his tube.

JUSTIN ROBINSON
Sergant Brutus, she's all yours. The ship, I mean.

SERGANT BRUTUS WEST
I'll try to give you a good ride.

Jenny walked up and down the row of tubes, checking the
controls
and settings on each one. Then she stepped into her freeze
tube.

JENNY ROBINSON
Mission Control, this is Doctor Jenny Robinson. We are in the
green.

MISSION CONTROL
Roger, Doctor. Initiate cryostatis.

Brutus walked over to Jenny's tube. He couldn't help
noticing
that she looked a little nervous. The mouse with nerves of
steel
actually seemed uneasy.

BRUTUS WEST
Don't sweat it Doc. <He winked at her> I do this all the
time.

JENNY ROBINSON
This is going to sound trite, but...just drive carefully,
okay?

She touched a control stud on the outer wall, and the
freezing
tubes rotated so that they closed around each of the Robinsons.
Sergant
West watched as Jenny was engulfed in the glimmering frost of
a
cryofield.

BRUTUS WEST
I'm next. <He thought> Just as soon as I get this baby in
the air.

He slid into the pilot's seat on the bridge and strapped
himself
in. All of the pre-flight preparations were already in motion.
He had
to flick the final switches.

BRUTUS WEST
Mission Control, this is Discovery 2. The Robinsons are tucked
in, and
we're ready to fly.

MISSION CONTROL
You are at T-Minus 1 minute and counting.

Brutus leaned over to toss a few more switches. He heard the
dome housing the spaceship slowly begin to part.

BRUTUS WEST
Powering main drive systems.

There was a surge of power underneath the ship. The starship
began to shake & vibrate as the engines revved to full
throttle.

MISSION CONTROL
Sergant, your escape vector is clear. Op is go on your
command.

BRUTUS WEST
Roger. <He reached for the glowing panel in front of
him>

The words LIFT-OFF were glowing bright red. All he needed to
do
was touch any one of the letters.

BRUTUS WEST
Here I go. The monkey flips the switch.

The starship rocketed clear of the launch tower and shot
straight up into the clear blue sky like a missile, fighting the
gravity
of earth's atmosphere until it broke clear into deep space.

MISSION CONTROL
Discovery 2, you are clear of Earth's atmosphere.

A loud cheer erupted throughout Mission Control! Seconds
later,
the saucer shell surrounding the Discovery 2 exploded,
seperating from
the starship.

BRUTUS WEST
Mission Control, Discovery 2 booster disengaged. Proceeding
toward
Mercury.

Then Sergant West began all the procedures necessary to set
the
Discovery 2 on auto-pilot toward Alpha Prime. As soon as the
ship was
operating on its own, he'd step into a freezing tube himself. He
took a
last look at Mercury's red surface. Then he pressed a button,
and two
giant blast shields closed over the main viewscreen.

BRUTUS WEST
Houston, diverting all spacecraft controls to the main
computer.

He walked to the center of the bridge and activated the
navigational 3D holograph. Images formed in midair over the
pedestal
showing the Discovery 2 on the way to Alpha Prime.

BRUTUS WEST
8 years of flight training. <Mutters to himself> For this?
<Then
reports> Navigational holograph on line. <Again he
complains to himself>
50 combat missions.

He entered a few commands into the computer. An arc of light
traced the route the Discovery 2 would take - past Mercury,
around the
sun, and then into space and beyond.

BRUTUS WEST
Course confirmed for slingshot exit of the solar system.
<Then to
himself> Just so I can take the Robinson RV-camper on an
interstellar
picnic.

He walked over to his vacant freezing tube and climbed in.
Brutus thought of all the things he was passing up, just to
drive this
fully automated ship.

BRUTUS WEST
Can you believe this? <He complains to Mission Control>
I'll miss 10
World Series, 10 SuperBowls, 10 NBA Finals, 10 Stanley Cups.

He couldn't even imagine who would still be playing on his
favorite teams when he returned to Earth. Everyone was going to
age.

BRUTUS WEST
I'm going to miss my nephews' and nieces' high school and
college
graduations. Not to mention a couple of my own weddings. <He
sighed> 10
years is a lifetime.

MISSION CONTROL
I know. Sleep well, old friend.

BRUTUS WEST
I never did like these freezing tubes. They give me nightmares.
<But he
had no choice. He hit a switch and soon fell into a deep
sleep>

Dr. Ninjara Smith rubbed her eyes sleepily. What a nightmare
she just had! In it, her Global Sedition contact had tried to
kill her.
She rolled over, and her hand smacked the wall. Then she sat
up,
hitting her head on the wall above her. What wall above her?
Where in
the world was she? She scrambled up the chute, using her elbows
to
propel her up the sides. She crawled out and, as the lid closed
behind
her, she noticed the words WASTE DISPOSAL. She was still onboard
the
Discovery-2!

Her right hand throbbed with pain. She opened her palm and
saw
the module's impression seared into her flesh.

DR. NINJARA SMITH
That Global Sedition spy! He really did try to kill me!

But she was alive. And she needed to get out of the place,
fast! She spun around, looking for a way out. She stumbled to
the main
computer bank. She couldn't see anything - the place was pitch
black
except for the glowing of computer screens. She decided to open
the
shades. She went to the viewscreen and pressed a button. The
blast
shield covering the windscreen opened.

Ninjara's eyes widened in horror and she put her hands on
the
viewscreen, steadying herself. She was staring out at stars,
flying
comets. She was in deep, outer space! Behind her, she heard the
sound
of clanking metal footsteps. She turned and saw a shape
approaching
her. The TERMINATOR! A gleaming metal skeleton built out of
steel,
metal and cybertronics with glowing red eye sensors in its head
and
grinning teeth, armed with a pulse laser M-41B rifle and pulse
12-gauge
shotgun. It was headed straight for the computer bank.

DR. NINJARA SMITH
No! <She tries to power up the burned-out module in her
hand> Stop!

Before she had been electrocuted, she had programmed the
T-800
to kill the family and destroy the ship. Right now, that
included HER!

DR. NINJARA SMITH
Dis-disable program, I command you!

But the Terminator walked past her, ignoring her pleas to
stop.

TERMINATOR T-800
ROBINSON FAMILY. TERMINATE!

DR. NINJARA SMITH
Cease! Desist!

TERMINATOR T-800
ALL OPERATING SYSTEMS, DESTROY!

DR. NINJARA SMITH
You idiot! I teach you to disobey direct orders.

Drawing her samauri sword from its scabbord on her back, the
vixen sprang into the air preparing to slash out and at the same
time
executing a flying tornado kick. But the Terminator side-stepped
the
attack, then counter-attacked with a backhand punch, doubling
the vixen
over, then snap-kicking Ninjara off-balance and sending her
flying
backwards into the console. She crashed to the floor in a
heap.