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