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I must return, even as you must consume matter to maintain your life.
Thank you, Mr. Spock.
Ma'am.
Do you know what you're saying?
What did you hope to gain by that, Jim?
ETA, 57 minutes.
The Man is the centre of all things.
We will cease to exist.
- Ask it about its nature, its history. - This isn't a classroom.
Unquestionably, a large part of its substance...
Oxygen-nitrogen atmosphere, some krypton, argon, neon.
Particle density decreasing.
- You're a lover. - I'm a what?
I care for him.
- Are you all right? - Yes. Quite all right, doctor.
- How is she, doctor? - No change.
a female of our species is dying.
Respiration, normal. Blood pressure, normal.
Your impulses are illogical.
the total union of two people. You are the Companion. He is the Man.
Is he important to you?
I'm in command, Bones. It makes it my fault.
Assume standard orbit when you arrive. We'll transport up in the shuttlecraft.
- I don't understand. - You don't?
Captain, what's happening? I demand to know.
Forget it. It won't work.
Both of us.
I was an old man.
- We didn't. - But I heard...
I was going to die, and I wanted to die in space. That's all.
Apparently, the Companion imparted to me
the first officer, Chief Surgeon McCoy,
That part of us was too weak to hold on.
Very well. You have your orders.
- Spock? - Fine.
You don't mind if we continue to try.
you're condemning him to an existence he will find unbearable.
I just sort of clear my mind, and it comes.
More than an asteroid, like a small planetoid, I should say,
He was loved...