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Interior atmosphere: Conventional nitrogen-oxygen.

No sign of industrial development.

I'm sure you noticed the delight aspect of this place.

Who are the doctors? Who operates?

They could teach us a thing or two.

Spock will die.

We brought it with us.

Doesn't seem possible she could've performed surgery on Spock.

- It's gone, sir. A sudden deaction shift. - We've lost her trail.

Scotty, see if you can find a way down.

- What girl? - From that ship.

If you continue, you'll kill Spock.

I'll never live this down. This Vulcan is telling me how to operate.

Scattered, widely spaced. Humanoid, all right. On the large side.

The last such occurrence took place on old Earth when the Romans...

- The commandment must be fulfilled. - You must help us.

We came to put you back. Where are you?

Congratulations, doctor. And thank you.

I do not know killing. I do not wish to kill.

Sapient life plentiful, but on a most primitive level.

While I might trust the doctor to remove a splinter or lance a boil,

- Keep trying. - Aye, sir.

Suit temperatures are 72.

She was on the Enterprise. She must have done it. How did you do it?

Then we'll have to take him with us.

I do not know about Luma, but you were on the Enterprise. I saw you.

What are you do..?

Yes, very brief. That's why we must get to you immediately.

that which you have thoughtfully provided.

Must be in here, captain.

- Women? - The female of your kind.

You lie. You know me. You have said that.

A storehouse for our muscular friends.

yet when we came here, you didn't.

You will give life to my people for 10,000 years to come.

For several thousand years at least. Only the tropical zone is ice-free.

Captain, that power we picked up above, we're getting closer.