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Scattered, widely spaced. Humanoid, all right. On the large side.

Interior atmosphere: Conventional nitrogen-oxygen.

yet when we came here, you didn't.

Doesn't seem possible she could've performed surgery on Spock.

We brought it with us.

If you continue, you'll kill Spock.

Yes, very brief. That's why we must get to you immediately.

You lie. You know me. You have said that.

Captain, that power we picked up above, we're getting closer.

You will give life to my people for 10,000 years to come.

Congratulations, doctor. And thank you.

Scotty, see if you can find a way down.

For several thousand years at least. Only the tropical zone is ice-free.

- Keep trying. - Aye, sir.

What are you do..?

I do not know killing. I do not wish to kill.

Sapient life plentiful, but on a most primitive level.

A storehouse for our muscular friends.

I do not know about Luma, but you were on the Enterprise. I saw you.

- It's gone, sir. A sudden deaction shift. - We've lost her trail.

- Women? - The female of your kind.

I'll never live this down. This Vulcan is telling me how to operate.

No sign of industrial development.

She was on the Enterprise. She must have done it. How did you do it?

We came to put you back. Where are you?

I'm sure you noticed the delight aspect of this place.

that which you have thoughtfully provided.

- The commandment must be fulfilled. - You must help us.

Suit temperatures are 72.

They could teach us a thing or two.

Must be in here, captain.

The last such occurrence took place on old Earth when the Romans...

- What girl? - From that ship.

Then we'll have to take him with us.

While I might trust the doctor to remove a splinter or lance a boil,

Who are the doctors? Who operates?

Spock will die.