Lost in Space

The time is now 2100 hours, and all is well.

Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning!

Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning!

It's a comet. You are correct, Professor Robinson.

I have additional information.

Don't keep it to yourself. Let's have it.

The orbit of this planet is highly eccentric.

Its properties are also chemically unstable.

Meaning?

That its present speed and flight path

indicate that this planet and the comet

are on a collision course.

A collision course? With what? Use your eyes, Dr. Smith.

Gosh! It's a comet! And heading this way!

We must prepare for catastrophe.

No. For immediate departure.

And within an hour. Oh, good heavens!

I can already feel the heat.

All right. We've already been briefed on emergency liftoff procedures.

Let's get going. I'll start packing.

Don.

You better help me with the weather station equipment, Dr. Smith.

But I'm not dressed. Dr. Smith,

in times of emergency, one may dispense with formal attire.

Launch time is T-minus 50 and counting.

All set except power check and ignition.

Now, if that comet's orbit will stay put long enough for us to get clear...

The only thing that'll change it is the

gravitational pull of this planet.

Not much we can do about that.

Robot, report.

Robot secured in magnetic lock.

Launch time T-minus one minute and counting.

Maureen. Yes, dear.

Final check. Harness safety?

Yes. Harness safety go.

All right. Now, to get free of that comet's pull,

we're gonna maintain escape velocity until further notice.

That means harnesses on until further notice.

Right. We're... We're all set.

Ten seconds.

Nine, eight,

seven, six...

Comet, comet, go away. Come again another day.

...three, two,

one, zero.

Ignition. Power on.

I can't shake it. Well, try full retro.

It's no go. It's still with us. Getting closer.

Well, then there's just one other chance.

Full forward thrust.

We've gotta try to build up enough inertial drive to swing over it.

Full forward thrust.

I don't know how much longer we can last. We're burning up.

Let's try retro.

No. We maintain full forward thrust

until we've built up enough inertial drive.

I need water. I need air.

I'm shriveling. I'm parched.

My hands are withering before my eyes.

Dr. Smith, you stay right where you are.

For the information of anyone who cares,

my seams have begun to melt.

We've got to pull up!

Hold it.

NOW!

You know something?

I think we made it.

Oh.

I think we deserve a break. Come on.

Yeah. I'll be right with you.

Missed. Ah.

I guess we're out of the danger zone now,

although it was exciting while it lasted.

It could have been the end for all of us, and you call it exciting.

You know what I mean.

Penny, Will, want to see something interesting?

Sure. Look.

Oh, it's a supernova. Is it dangerous?

Right now it's just exciting, but if it gets too close, it could burn us up.

Hey, come on. I'm hungry. Oh, you.

You know, I thought we'd never get this galley going again.

We thought that way about the whole ship.

You were both wonderful. Not heroic?

Well, let me think about that.

Would you like some coffee? Yeah.

Yeah, thanks. Good. Come on, kids. You're just in time.

I've got some cookies and milk here for you.

And as I cast these words adrift into space,

I hope and pray that you, whoever you may be,

astral traveler or cosmic benefactor,

will find them and deliver me

from the virtual captivity in which I find myself.

You are planning to cast yourself adrift, Dr. Smith?

Not me. This, you bumbling cracker barrel.

Stand aside, clumpety clump.

"Pressurize. Depressurize. Inside hatch. Outside hatch."

All these buttons are so confusing.

Ah, yes.

Would you like me to cross my sensors for you, Dr. Smith?

I prefer to rely on the winds of chance, not superstition.

Now let me see. "Depressurize."

Now the outside hatch.

Adieu, little spool. In space you will roam.

Dr. Smith is a prisoner a long way from home.

It's floating but not moving out.

The reason is obvious, Dr. Smith.

It will require a gentle push to send it into space.

Warning! Warning! Do not...

Losing pressure on the upper deck!

Thank you. What went wrong?

It's the air lock. It's been behaving in the most abnormal manner.

I thought I heard the Robot warning him.

Alas, poor Robot. I knew him, Judy.

My bosom companion. A fellow of the driest wit.

Dad, look!

According to Smith, that's the result of an abnormal air lock.

An abnormal Smith. We're losing him.

What do we do? Go on or go after him?

John, I think you'll be taking a big chance if you do.

We can't just leave him out there.

I'll suit up.

Give me some of your fanciest retro-control.

All right, John. He's all yours. But make it fast.

Getting awfully close to that supernova.

I'm looking at it.

Robot seems to be accelerating toward it.

It's drawing him into it. I can't keep up with him.

Good luck.

Are you sure you're pressing the right button, William?

It would be dreadful if those buttons play the same trick on you as they did on me.

Buttons don't play tricks, Dr. Smith.

You must have done something wrong.

How could it have happened? What an insidious trick of fate.

Shut up, Smith.

Line's too short.

Give me some more forward thrust.

You don't have much time, John.

That supernova's getting too close for comfort.

Come on, Dad. Oh, John.

Give me another burst.

Just a few more feet.

Hit it, Don. All you've got!

That's the works.

I've got him!

on!

Good.

Now hit your retros. We've gotta pull away from that nova.

Hang on, everyone.

Retros aren't having any effect.

Whatever's got the Robot's got us, too.

Oh, no!

I think you'd better tell him to come in.

John, listen. We're getting some kind of magnetic pull from the supernova.

The retro-thrust won't pull us away. You'd better get back.

Don! Dad's tie line! It's gonna break!

We're going to lose them both!

Isn't there anything we can do?

John, listen. Your tie line's going. You've got to let go.

He let go.

John, come in now.

Yes. Come on, Dad. Hurry!

Come on in, Dad. Hurry!

Coming in.

Stand by the air lock.

Poor old Robot. I almost feel responsible.

John, you've got to hurry. That supernova's right on top of us.

Oh.

He's in!

Hit the port side thrusters!

It may give us some left-axis drag.

No go. The magnetic pull of the nova's too strong for us.

Well, hit the emergency power!

Everybody into your helmets. We may lose pressure at any moment.

You mean abandon ship? But we have no lifeboats.

Your spacesuit's your lifeboat, Dr. Smith.

Here's your helmet, Dad.

S.O.S. S.O.S.

We're being torn apart! Abandon ship!

Here, Dr. Smith.

Close the port view blinders.

Oxygen supply will be kept at minimum output.

We've stopped tumbling.

Well, where are we?

Deep in some space void with no power to take us through.

Caught between the devil and the deep black space.

You're welcome to abandon ship anytime you want, Smith.

Never let it be said that Zachary Smith

is not willing to share the fate of all.

John, you'd better check this radar.

Seems to be something out there.

Might be matter from that nova.

Maybe it's the Robot.

He might have been pulled in here too.

Well, there's one way to find out.

Another spaceship.

What a dark and depressing object.

It cannot be friendly. It's getting closer.