JUSTIN ROBINSON
Roll call, everybody by the numbers!

Only the emergency lights were working, so the interior was
very
dim. It was impossible to see if everybody was all right.

BRISBY ROBINSON
Life sciences, still breathing.

JENNY ROBINSON
Mission medical. Alive.

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
Me, too. Robotics, I mean. Check.

MARTIN ROBINSON
Video mechanics, okay.

NINJARA SMITH
I don't have a job here. But I'm alive, Sergant West's poor
excuses for
piloting skills not withstanding.

BRUTUS WEST
Hm. Too bad sucker. So, let's take a look-see. <He hit the
button to
activate the giant defroster. Within seconds, the windshield
cleared>

The starship was sitting on a crater, covered with snow. The
only thing visible besides mountains and snow was the distant
horizon.
Two suns sat in the sky, casting an orange glow on the icy
terrain.

NINJARA SMITH
Ah, Dorothy. Back in Kansas at last.

BRUTUS WEST
Funny. I don't remember Kansas looking like that.

Later, deep within the bowels of the ship, Justin and Brutus
have their man-to-man argument.

JUSTIN ROBINSON
You violated a direct order!

Brutus glanced up at his brother. He was standing by the
thruster core set in the wall. The fuel cylinder was exposed,
and its
register showed that they were down to only 50% of their normal
power
level.

BRUTUS WEST
About half of the radioactive core is burned out, <Ignoring
the
Professor's remark> We'll never generate enough power to
break orbit.

JUSTIN ROBINSON
Sarge. I ordered you not to blow that ship's reactor.

BRUTUS WEST
Atmospheric controls are marginal. <He continued to ignore
him, not
being like yelled at like a child> It's going to get very
cold in here
tonight. We'll need to bundle up. <He headed for the
door>

Justin reached out, grabbed his shoulder and spun him around
so
he was facing the angry rat nose to nose.

JUSTIN ROBINSON
Don't you dare walk away from me when I'm talking to you!

BRUTUS WEST
Give it a rest, Professor. I was technically still in command of
this
ship.

JUSTIN ROBINSON
Bu**s***! Don't hand me that. I'm commander of this mission, or
have
you forgotten?

BRUTUS WEST
Look, no offense. But you're an egghead, with an honorary rank.
No one
ever intended you to handle combat situations.

JUSTIN ROBINSON
Oh? <He laughed bitterly> And I suppose you handled it
brilliantly,
crashing us down here...

BRUTUS WEST
Those aliens posed a threat. I made a judgement call, and if I
have to,
I'll make another one. You of all rats or mice should understand
that.
If your father were here...

JUSTIN ROBINSON
My father's dead! He was killed in one of those combat missions
you
admire him so much for. My family is on this ship, Sergant. And
you're
going to follow my orders, whether you agree with them or not.
Is that
clear!

BRUTUS WEST
Save the speeches. I like you. But I'll do whatever it takes to
ensure
the success of this mission. With or without your help. Is that
clear,
Professor?

Snarling, both go for their lightsabers, activate the jedi
weapons and prepare to duel when Brisby Robinson appears in the
doorway,
stopping them both.

BRISBY ROBINSON
Excuse me. Am I interrupting something? Go ahead and fight you
two.
Jenny will come down and declare you both unfit and then I'll
take over.

BRUTUS WEST <Stunned>
What? A lady in charge? No way.

JUSTIN ROBINSON
Honey, this is no time for...<But she cut him off with an
angry stare>

BRISBY ROBINSON
No! Now you listen up both of you! <She paused, letting her
threat sink
in> I don't want to hear another word from you two. Is that
clear?

JUSTIN ROBINSON
Brisby...

BRUTUS WEST
Over my dead body!

BRISBY ROBINSON
Not another word, that's final! Now, if you've finished killing
each
other, I suggest you come with me. I may have found a way to get
us off
this planet.

As Brisby stomped off, Brutus let out a whistle.

BRUTUS WEST
Wow, women...

JUSTIN ROBINSON <Smirks>
Tell me about it Sarge.

Timmothy sat in the main console in the Terminator bay. He
was
wearing a headset over his forehead, where he could generate
illusions
to feed into the Terminator's memory bank. He created an 3D
hologram of
a baseball, then transferred the image into the main monitor,
from where
it would be copied into the personality file. Slowly but surely,
the
T-800 was coming around, as Timmothy recreated his brain
functions.
Static crackled out of the computer as it came online.

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
Can you hear me? Terminator? <He made a few adjustments on
the power
bar>

More static popped from the speakers. Then a slow monotone
voice said.

TERMINATOR T-800
SYSTEM ERROR...TERMINATOR UNABLE TO LOCATE MOTOR
CONTROLS...UNABLE...

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
Calm down. Your body was destroyed by the space spiders,
remember?

TERMINATOR T-800
AFFIRMATIVE...

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
But I saved your neural net, <Begins to explain> Which
means...

TERMINATOR T-800
WARNING!...JENNY, GIVE IT BACK!...MY CIRCUITS ARE
UNBALANCED...MOM!...

Timmy began adjusting the controls as quickly as he could as
the
T-800's voice took on a panicky stricken change.

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
Hold on. I didn't have enough time to finish the download.
But...

TERMINATOR T-800
I WANT MORE DESSERT!...TIMMOTHY ROBINSON, WHAT IS HAPPENING TO
ME?...

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
I had to finish you off with another personality. So I put my
mind
inside of yours.

TERMINATOR T-800
AH...THAT EXPLAINS THIS WARM, FUZZY FEELING I GET WHEN I THINK
ABOUT
BASEBALL, WORLD SERIES...STRRRIIKE THREE! HE's OUT!...

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
You think that's good? Hold on to your diodes.

He conjured up an ice cream sundae and stared at it for a
moment. Something was missing.

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
More chocolate topping? No, whipped cream, some nuts and a
cherry on
the top.

He waited for the data transfer into the T-800. He smiled as
the image made its way into the Terminator's consciousness.

TERMINATOR T-800
GREAT SCOTT. HOT FUDGE SUNDAE, MY FAVORITE!...EXCELLENT, BUT
ONE
QUESTION REMAINS...

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON <Grins>
What? Not enough marshmellow sauce or caramel?

TERMINATOR T-800
NO...SOMETHING DOES NOT COMPUTE...TERMINATOR TRIED TO MURDER,
KILL
ROBINSON FAMILY...WHY DID TIMMOTHY ROBINSON SAVE
TERMINATOR's
PERSONALITY?...

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
I guess sometimes friendship means listening to your heart, not
your
head. Anyway, I'm going to build you a new body. It might take
a
while, because I don't have much material to work with here. But
Mom
always said I should make new friends.

TERMINATOR T-800
OH...HA-HA...GOOD JOKE...MASTER TIMMOTHY, MORE HOT FUDGE
PLEASE?...

Timmy grinned. At this rate, he'd have the Terminator up and
working again in no time.