..
and accessed his subroutines.
He's basically just running
on remote control.
l know l haven'tbeen around--
Professor.
We're ready to go.
We'll talk later, son.
Take care of my dad.
OK, Robot?
Vacuum check complete.
Oxygen levels are normal.
Microbe scans are negative.
Clear.
The air is stale, old.
That's the smell of ghosts.
l've got
her on-board computer up.
Not working?
She's working, all right.
Just--l don't know.
Too damn fast.
Dad, do you hear something?
Like the drip, drip of blood.
You really need to shut up.
Here.
This matter appears biological.
Nothing good will come of this.
You, of course, being the expert
on space exploration.
Let's go.
Trustme, Major.
Evil knows evil.
Motion sensors
are still working.
This way.
Rambler-crane series robots.
But like no design
l've ever seen.
Well, well.
Aren't we the poor cousin?
Down here.
lt's a remote opstation.
Come on, Dr Smith.
Could this ship be a prototype?
Looks like some kind
of fire fight.
Captain's log is degraded.
Maybe l can gather
some fragments.
Sorry.
The hyperspace tracker seems
to be functioning normally...
but we cannot process
all the data.
There is no sign
of the Jupiter 2.
l have exceeded my time table.
When did he make Major?
I want this on the record.
l am not willing to give up.
Don would keep looking for me.
That's it. The rest
of the data's totally corrupted.
How could they launch
a rescue mission for us...
when we've only been lost a day?
There's no data
on the alien ship...
but they brought in something
that was attached to its hull.
Got it.
Some sort of egg sac?
Get back here!
Be happy to oblige...
although l don't think it's me
you should be worrying about...
but rather these.
l'm detecting motion.
Behind you.
After it. Move!
Bring Smith.
Don't even think about it.
Hydroponics.
Growth like this
would take decades.
Unhand me, you mechanical moron.
Don't move.
Easy.
Easy there, buddy.
No one's gonna hurt you.
Easy.
Relax.
Excellent.
Looks like you made a friend.
Still, l'd wait a few weeks...
before tattooing
her name on your arm.
Do yourself a favour.
Don't evolve.
Charming.
The Dr Dolittle of outer space.
This could be a creature
from that alien ship.
But this guy's no pilot.
He looks like a child.
Try it now.
Strange.
The scales are giving off heat.
l've tapped into
the internal sensor array.
There's no other
animate life present.
Besides us,
this shipis totally deserted.
A ghost ship.
The flavour of the day
is banana beef.
Who thinks up
these combinations?
Good.
Major West, l highly
recommend you never breed.
That, by the way,
is my medical opinion.
Little thing was hungry.
l've got their star maps
on-line.
Here we go.
More systems
than l've ever seen.
Finding a route to Alpha Prime.
Downloading to Jupiter.
l don't like the sound
of that sound.
They're moving.
Get this infernal...
creature off me!
Come here.
John, get the hell out of there.
Mom says,
"Get the hell out of there."
Evacuate.
Now!
The controls are too slow.
Activate holographic interface.
Holographic interface, on-line.
They eat their wounded.
Sealthe bulkhead.
Codes are locked.
Duck.
Emergency bulkhead.
Fire sensor activated.
Emergency bulkhead closure.
Stop!
We have to get that door open.
Open, damn you!
Get out of here.
What is with me
and these damn doors?
l can't override
the fire protocol!
A million bucks
worth of weaponry...
and l'd trade it all back...
for a lousy...
can of Raid.
Stand clear.
Get moving! Go!
Come on!
Maureen...
can you get me anything?
Cycling through a vacuum check.
l'm overriding.
No way it's that easy.
Run!
Run! Getback!
Get back to the ship!
Move!
Got it. Try itnow.
Mom says, "Try it now."
Can we save it?
Can't without letting
the spiders into the ship.
Leave him behind!
That spider scratched me!
Stop laughing, you little worm.Good-bye, Robot.
You couldn't save him, kid.