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That little girl...
That was when they started to get sick in the before time.
Its metabolic rate.
of what happened to their parents.
"Progress report, genetics section. Life prolongation project."
You...
But grups, they know things and all that.
Dr. McCoy took tissue samples of each of us
Like... Like those creatures you're afraid of, like Louise.
No, please, don't. I didn't do anything.
But they were just children.
I wouldn't lie to you.
- More of you? How many? - All there are.
Tell them, Jim! Tell them, Jim! Tell them, Jim! Tell them, Jim!
There couldn't be any doubt about what you've found here?
I've gotta do something about the others.
We're trying, Mr. Spock. We're trying hard.
in a very short period, leaving only the children.
It's enough that it works.
Metabolic rate, 72 percent.
Only a matter of time before we all go mad,
Spare me the analysis, Mr. Spock, please?
That's not good enough!
They're fading.
The third planet in this solar system, according to my instruments.
What's the dosage?
Am I doing all right?
Enterprise is standing by with its labs, computers, ready to assist us,
- how are you gonna get her away? - It's easy.
No, I don't mind.
Being a red-blooded human obviously has its disadvantages.
I've already contacted Space Central. They'll send teachers, advisers.
The disease doesn't seem to be interested in you.
Because he'll try to find her.
No! No! No!
Not the grups. It's you hurting, yelling, maybe killing.
Now listen to me.
You're doing fine.
The disease, captain. The one they created 300 years ago.
I'm gonna tell you something.
Tell them, Jim! Tell them, Jim! Tell them, Jim! Tell them, Jim!