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almost as Spock got when we were pulled off course.
Stop it, please! Stop it! You're choking them!
- Helm does not answer, captain. - Neither do the pods.
You regard the Man only as a toy. You amuse yourself with him.
He will not continue. He will cease to exist.
But I don't know whether he did us a favour or not.
This device instantaneously compares the frequency of brainwave patterns,
A beautiful one at that.
That's a very good question. I wish I could answer it.
I haven't aged. The Companion sees to that.
Gone, sir. No readings.
I owe everything to her.
- Ready, Mr. Spock? - Quite ready, captain.
Mr. Cochrane, if you left here, what would happen to you?
She's perfectly healthy. Heart like a hammer.
Her attitude when she approaches you
If I were human...
I'm not just requesting an explanation, mister. I'm demanding one.
No, it's inhuman. No.
Never.
How do you communicate with it?
You were injured?
I wouldn't know anything about that.
...is simple electricity.
Her appearance is soft, gentle,
- It attacked you? - Evidently.
Your vehicle will operate as before. So will the communications device.
Companion, do you love the Man?
Believe me, captain, immortality consists largely of boredom.
The Companion can't do anything to help Miss Hedford.
That's disgusting. That's disgusting.
I was tired, captain.
The Man must continue.
Stop it! You're killing them!