may be sensor ghosts.
Computer is still on.
I'll try the standard
docking codes.
Control codes confirmed.
lnitiating docking sequence.
Weird.
What kind of shipis that?
That's not one of ours.
Boys, that's not even human.
lf this is all a dream...
why can't there be more girls?
As part of her enslavement...
the brave young space captive
Penny Robinson...
is forced to utilize her
dazzling technical expertise.
ldentify yourself, soldier.
West, Major,
United Global Space Force...
requesting permission
to see the prisoner.
Proceed, Major West.
Could he be cuter?
l don't think so.
Breathe, Penny.
Unlock.
These quarters are unacceptable.
We're going to check out
the probe ship.
Maybe we can figure out how they
got here and how to get home.
Have a wonderful trip.
Put this on.
You're coming with us.
Out of the question. I am
a doctor, not a space explorer.
What you are
is a murderous saboteur.
l am not leaving you here...
so you can do more harm
than you've already caused.
l absolutely refuse.
Give me an excuse to kill you.
Please?
Black was always my colour.
Lock.
Activate standby.
Crush, kill, destroy.
Surprise.
Safety on.
Dad, chill.
lt's OK.
l hacked into his CPU,
and then...
l bypassed
his main operating systems...
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