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Some say as long ago as 6000 years.

but they're taking all our power.

He sees, he hears.

If Landru is so powerful, how do you survive?

Isn't that somewhat old-fashioned?

It was said more would follow.

There, you see?

You are a machine.

- Landru. - A machine.

But you'll have to hurry. It's almost the Red Hour.

We mean you no harm. Ours is a mission of peace and goodwill.

The good of the Body is the directive.

I am not Pro-gramed

We are the Archons. We've come to speak.

- Come for the Festival, eh, yeah? - Yes.

You will be obliterated.

That they aren't human?

They knew we were Archons.

Space, the final frontier.

Message for your dear leader

But not his wisdom.

All is indeed peace and tranquillity.

Surely, Hacom, they already know.

The mindlessness.

- Open it. - But this is Landru.

He's under extremely powerful control.

Sulu, take it easy.

Well, this is simply ridiculous.

Unless we can get those beams off us so we can use our engines,

Let's think of a way to get out of here.

Sounds most promising.

For the good of the Body,

You're not of the body

Projection, captain. Unreal.

What is it, Mr. Sulu?

We'll try and locate the source of the beam and stop it here.

Run. We've gotta get out of here.

Fulfill the prime directive.

O'Neil, we've gotta keep going. Come on, get up.