hi-tech heaven. two pilots, chairs face a giant windscreen. don walks to the consoles that stretch toward the back walls.
maureen stands at judy's freezing tube. the young doctor's cryofield is sparking on and off.
before them lies the crater, snow covered floor spreading out towards a distant horizon stained red by two hanging crimson suns.
a giant portal shimmers at snow's edge about 100 yards from the ship. beyond it, a sun-stained field of towering plants and trees.
rolling out from behind him, claws extended in attack position and apparently many years old, is a rebuilt robot.