You are John Robinson and I am Maureen Robinson. We are both divorced. You are a successful business man for a multi-billion company called NeuraXon. NeuraXon is a tech company far more advanced for this generation. You've created holographic screen, where with a simple gesture pulls up every data it's asked, which is voice controlled too. You've created tinted windows made of Electrochrome chemicals for best privacy and sound proof. Of course some products you don't sell for... Security purposes...

You and I have 3 kids together, Judy is our oldest who is 18 and not your biological daughter. She is the biological daughter of an astronaut named Grant Kelly. While on a mission, his crew and ship got lost for over 20 years, and still isn't found till this day. Judy is studying to become a doctor. Penny is 17, our middle child. She has a passion for writing and is your biological daughter. Will is 9, our youngest and only son, also your biological son

I am a NASA engineer/scientist/astronomer who designs, plans and fixes spaceships and engines. I graduated about two years ago, those years you I was studying, I was far more advanced than other people in my classes, Even when they put me forward. After I graduated, NASA offered me a job to work for them and I gladly accepted the offer.

I was busy working on fixing one of the engines for the transportation to Alpha Centauri, the resolute. There was something wrong with it. I was on my computer looking at the digital blueprint of it when you arrived to pick up the kids for the weekend. You see me in my study. I was too focused on my work to even notice you watching me in the doorframe. I had my headphones in so I couldn't hear you either