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Understood, captain.
The transporter malfunctioned, divided me, created a duplicate.
Now 41 degrees below zero.
I can understand.
I'll be glad when this is over.
Temperature's still dropping.
my own indecisiveness growing.
Decisions are becoming more and more difficult.
Some kind of savage, ferocious opposite.
No word from Mister Sulu, sir.
Then we've got to get those men up.
Yes.
It wasn't me.
Helmsman, steady as she goes.
Captain's log, stardate 1673.1.
IT WASN'T ME. -- IT WAS YOU, SIR!
Yes, that's right, the men.
Back to that bed, bucko. Come on, let's go.
Remember the scratches? Look how he's tried to hide them.
had been created by the transporter malfunction.
The animal will be unconscious for only a few minutes.
where would you go to elude a mass search?
One phaser quit on us, three still operating.
Well, Dr. McCoy seemed to think that I should check on you.
Captain Kirk, ready to beam up.
HE IS BACK
Thermo-heaters were transported down. They duplicated.
Yes, all right.
Yes, sir.
You picked a good day, Fisher.
Like what?
Isn't there any way we can help them?
Help me.
My negative self is under restraint in Sickbay,
Sulu here.
He is the captain.
"Could be, if, maybe." All guesswork so far, just theory.
Mr. Sulu.
Can't wait.
Me.
We have an impostor aboard
117 below.
Energize.