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...is simple electricity.
She's perfectly healthy. Heart like a hammer.
I was tired, captain.
The Companion can't do anything to help Miss Hedford.
almost as Spock got when we were pulled off course.
Never.
Believe me, captain, immortality consists largely of boredom.
That's a very good question. I wish I could answer it.
- Helm does not answer, captain. - Neither do the pods.
This device instantaneously compares the frequency of brainwave patterns,
A beautiful one at that.
Her attitude when she approaches you
I wouldn't know anything about that.
You were injured?
That's disgusting. That's disgusting.
Her appearance is soft, gentle,
I haven't aged. The Companion sees to that.
Gone, sir. No readings.
Companion, do you love the Man?
You regard the Man only as a toy. You amuse yourself with him.
Stop it, please! Stop it! You're choking them!
Your vehicle will operate as before. So will the communications device.
How do you communicate with it?
Mr. Cochrane, if you left here, what would happen to you?
I owe everything to her.
If I were human...
He will not continue. He will cease to exist.
But I don't know whether he did us a favour or not.
Stop it! You're killing them!
The Man must continue.
- Ready, Mr. Spock? - Quite ready, captain.
- It attacked you? - Evidently.
No, it's inhuman. No.
I'm not just requesting an explanation, mister. I'm demanding one.