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