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Yes, the organisers, the managers.
Readout, Mr. Chekov?
Our race against time to save Spock's life may have been futile.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise.
- We'll be in constant contact with you. - Aye, sir.
And below, it's warm. The air is fresh.
- We do not know these things you... - You came to my ship.
- Captain, I've lost the trail. - All scanners, extreme sweep.
Phasers on stun.
It is a device with feeding circuits.
Oh, yes, it does, Spock.
Yes.
Jim, it worked for her. It might work for me.
- No one can restore a brain. - You could.
on a planet in a glacial age.
Either a nuclear pile 100 miles across, or...
No! The knowledge is forbidden. I must not know the secrets!
Directed at what?
You see, this underground complex was developed for the women.
No!
Spock's brain controls.
is essentially correct.
Readout, Mr. Chekov?
She is an alien. The configurations of her brain are different.
- You will keep them here. - Yes, mistress.
Now the women here below and the men here above
- Back where? - Back into your body.
Captain's log, stardate 5431.6.
- It does, captain. - Agreed, doctor.
Time left to us: Eight hours and 40 minutes.
Volcanic activity, steam, any of a number of causes.
Earth equivalent, approximately 1485.
Beam us a signal so we can home in on you.
Speech centre.
It's not possible.
Time left to us to find Spock's brain: Eight hours and 29 minutes.
I scan it. A most impressive store.