Lost In Space

 

Climb aboard the Resolute for a journey of a lifetime!

I binged this and Quantum Leap back-to-back. So, I'm reeling from both of them. Lost in Space is fabulous! The story held me captive from beginning to end. The execution of this bullet point narrative was made so much better with your production. The Robot was perfect. The Builders are perfect. As the story got towards some reveals, I stopped for a moment and pondered the end of The Orville. (I had a long thought train. If you are interested, see below the article.)

The building of the family dynamic worked out so well, I could hardly believe my eyes! The origin of the robots with the fallen city! Dudes, I wrote the Lorien's Response letter to the Anaxi with the same idea, not realizing what I was doing. My memory really did give out on me. Why doesn't this show have any awards? Just Noms? You all did a fantastic job with this narrative. This title should have a better rating. It will in the future. Once people see its fit into the other story.

Thank you so much for this opportunity. Thank you for helping me bring him home. Thank you for brining me home too. I couldn't have done it without you. I look forward to the possibility to do more with you. To have fun. To bring Joy. To bring wonder and magic back.

I found Sherlock Holmes and the Devils daughter. I also found Placid Plastic Duck Simulator. I've switched to PC gaming because of it. Thanks for those too.

(This was what I was thinking: "Guys...Dudes...Is Seth on board with this narrative!" My heart was racing and reeling from possible euphoria. "How many people got on this train? I'm not complaining. I'm excited! What I'm thinking is happening is so bats-in-the-attic, delusional, insane, padded walls stuff. Can I have real hope in this? can I believe in this? Did all those wishes, made in whispers to the wind, actually get upstairs? Do I have to worry about a hedgehog? This has to be fake right? Did Scott pull a Robot rabbit out of a pizza?! Did he read the fine print?" I hyper ventilate a minute and realize that he did read the fine print because the rabbit I stuffed into the pizza told him too. Then I thought, "Did Scott, for all these years, actually throw me a bone?! And keep throwing me bones like I asked? He didn't give up? His family didn't give up? Do I need to thank a cat?" The emotions were so overwhelming at this point, I had no choice but to dismiss these possibilities. The truth was that I was not going to be able to answer them until he tells me on the day of destiny. Thinking about this would serve no good as I would spend too much time and energy trying to answer them on my own. I need to remain -Faithful- and trust that what is coming, is coming. My Christmas that I thought I was late for and lost, hasn't happened yet. This is Hope. I have her. I am her. I am. Now, I will be.)