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It shall be done.
Peace, order and tranquillity are maintained.
This underground.
Lieutenant O'Neil. He's one of our men.
his understanding, his soul, Mr. Spock.
Then I put it to you that you have disobeyed the prime directive.
You are strange.
Here are your weapons.
Captain's log, stardate 3157.4.
Tamar was my contact.
What have you done
Scotty, stand by. We're doing the best we can.
Landru died 6000 years ago.
Myself, Tamar, who's dead now,
This whole society is a machine's concept of perfection.
You couldn't be.
The heat rays have gone, captain, and Mr. Sulu's back to normal.
There is no Landru, captain.
I will rephrase.
Whatever you may call yourselves, you are in fulfilment of prophecy.
I understand.
That is the prime directive, and you are the evil.
Happy communing.
Captain's log, stardate 3158.7.
I wanna have a plan of action.
Without creativity, there is no life.
ARE YOU OF THE BODY?
from the surface of Beta III,
It's all right. Quiet.
Do you ask a question?
I shouldn't depend on that happening again, captain.
and that we'll speak to him.
You'd make a splendid computer Mr Spock
Not simple.
He'll give her a shot. It'll calm her down. Trust us.
Space, the final frontier for Insead 01D!
Not ridiculous.
Until new orders are received.
And apparently commanding powers far beyond our comprehension.
- Listen to me. - You will be absorbed.
Come, please. Hurry.
The evil must be destroyed.
- Is this truly Landru? - What's left of him,
I bare myself to the will of Landru!
Oh, does my head ache.
- You're not of the Body! You're not! - Peace to you, friend.
I am Landrew…. And I am soft….
He saw the truth.