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But you probed our memory banks.

Program a series of simulated attacks and evasion maneuvers.

- They want us to lose our heads... - We've only got eight minutes left.

I'll change first then. Captain out.

I'll state that I warned you about Bailey's condition.

Even an alien would be welcome.

Mode of power? Beats me what makes it go.

- Anything further, gentlemen? - I believe it adds up

- It's coming at light speed. - Collision course.

It's a strain, captain. Engines are overloading.

This is the captain of the Enterprise speaking.

I'm ordering you to drop it.

The reading goes off my scale, captain. It must be a mile in diameter.

It's blocking the way.

On the double, deck five. Give me a green light.

That's my report.

Care to speculate on what we'll find if we go on ahead?

I'd end up talking to myself.

three, two, one.

Its five-year mission: To explore strange new worlds,

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Captain's log, stardate 1512.2:

There are lives at stake. By our standards, alien life.

That's a boy. Keep it up. Work up a little sweat.

I know, I know. A thousand questions.

- The message is repeating, sir. - Any reply?

- Kirk here. What's going on? - Have a look at this, captain.

Intermix temperature, 7,400 degrees.

Navigator's position's rough enough for a seasoned man...

I've heard you say that man is ultimately superior

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- More power. - We're super-heating.

whenever possible. We destroyed your space buoy