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We have an impostor aboard
Can't wait.
The animal will be unconscious for only a few minutes.
Temperature's still dropping.
I'll be glad when this is over.
Sulu here.
HE IS BACK
Now 41 degrees below zero.
Understood, captain.
Then we've got to get those men up.
Like what?
Yes, all right.
Mr. Sulu.
where would you go to elude a mass search?
Energize.
One phaser quit on us, three still operating.
my own indecisiveness growing.
Yes, sir.
117 below.
You picked a good day, Fisher.
I can understand.
Yes, that's right, the men.
Some kind of savage, ferocious opposite.
The transporter malfunctioned, divided me, created a duplicate.
had been created by the transporter malfunction.
My negative self is under restraint in Sickbay,
He is the captain.
Thermo-heaters were transported down. They duplicated.
IT WASN'T ME. -- IT WAS YOU, SIR!
Back to that bed, bucko. Come on, let's go.
Me.
Well, Dr. McCoy seemed to think that I should check on you.
Help me.
Helmsman, steady as she goes.
No word from Mister Sulu, sir.
Isn't there any way we can help them?
Remember the scratches? Look how he's tried to hide them.
"Could be, if, maybe." All guesswork so far, just theory.
Captain Kirk, ready to beam up.
It wasn't me.
Yes.
Decisions are becoming more and more difficult.
Captain's log, stardate 1673.1.