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Forget it. It won't work.
Very well. You have your orders.
a female of our species is dying.
More than an asteroid, like a small planetoid, I should say,
I was an old man.
That part of us was too weak to hold on.
I care for him.
Thank you, Mr. Spock.
Is he important to you?
the first officer, Chief Surgeon McCoy,
I'm in command, Bones. It makes it my fault.
I just sort of clear my mind, and it comes.
Assume standard orbit when you arrive. We'll transport up in the shuttlecraft.
ETA, 57 minutes.
He was loved...
- Ask it about its nature, its history. - This isn't a classroom.
Apparently, the Companion imparted to me
Both of us.
the total union of two people. You are the Companion. He is the Man.
I must return, even as you must consume matter to maintain your life.
Captain, what's happening? I demand to know.
- Are you all right? - Yes. Quite all right, doctor.
- I don't understand. - You don't?
Do you know what you're saying?
you're condemning him to an existence he will find unbearable.
Particle density decreasing.
- Spock? - Fine.
Ma'am.
- You're a lover. - I'm a what?
You don't mind if we continue to try.
We will cease to exist.
What did you hope to gain by that, Jim?
Oxygen-nitrogen atmosphere, some krypton, argon, neon.
Your impulses are illogical.
I was going to die, and I wanted to die in space. That's all.
- How is she, doctor? - No change.
Unquestionably, a large part of its substance...
Respiration, normal. Blood pressure, normal.
The Man is the centre of all things.
- We didn't. - But I heard...