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Earth-style distress signal. SOS.
WE'RE TRYING, MR. SPOCK. WE'RE TRYING VERY HARD.
Somebody, please fix.
It's impossibly high, as if it's burning itself up.
We're here to help.
I think I've found it.
I like yours too.
...there are certain glandular changes which take place
Of course you know that. Why?
Evidently, through some miscalculation,
We've got to find those communicators.
I don't understand it. My phaser wasn't set to kill.
Look at my arm, Jahn. It's happening to me. He's telling the truth.
this "buttinsky" thing.
They talk to each other all the time.
We can't take any chances with further contamination.
Up in the sky, maybe. Somewhere.
Grups don't help.
You couldn't get close to the other kids?
Don't you think I've heard them talk?
Only one half intact.
Miri?
One by one, they changed and got the disease.
No "blah, blah, blah!"
I've got volunteers standing by ready to help you, sir.
...look at my legs.
You've got to care.
But how do they keep their line going?
The way it was in the before time.
Three hundred years old and more.
- Spock here. - Here are those figures you asked for.
They were when "onlies" get old.
I like you.