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I can't explain it, sir.
We serve Controller. No other is permitted near.
You do not belong here. You are not Morg.
- Soon it'll be too late. - Do not take them, Kara.
Right forefinger.
Spock, you were on this frequency, Spock.
You came to take back the Controller.
But she went into that system.
- Aye, sir. - No! No!
- Who are you? - I am Luma. I am Eymorg.
that is unquestionably part of what I am doing.
Dr. McCoy must have told you
No surface consumption, no generation of energy.
No change from last reading, sir.
What do you think?
You must put back what you have taken!
or it was the most incredible design fluke in history.
Captain!
Our apish friends didn't make these.
No wonder the Morgs are so obedient and terrified.
Mental faculties down here seem to be almost atrophied because of non-use.
- That girl. - Aye.
Trilaser connector.
They come for all like us.
Do not take them to the Controller.
I can't afford to guess wrong.
No, it is not permitted. Never. Controller is alone, apart.
I'm trying to thread a needle with a sledgehammer.
And the male humanoid
How is this place kept functioning by the primitive minds we've met?
We wanna talk to somebody about Spock's brain, that's all.
- Interesting design. - I've never seen anything like her.
Do not.
Right wrist.
You must restore with that knowledge
Aye, aye, sir.
All this shouldn't have been done for you.
What am I supposed to do?
Immediately after making contact with Spock's brain,
Indeed, captain,
In case you are wondering . . .
So it is. That is the knowledge you have brought me.
there could be no delicate miracle that kept Spock's brain alive.
It is not permitted again to hurt anyone.
No, no, no. I promise you.
- They will be prevented. - You must take us.
It's all right. Let him go!
hundreds of metres below the surface of planet Sigma Draconis Vll.