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What am I supposed to do?
No change from last reading, sir.
there could be no delicate miracle that kept Spock's brain alive.
Mental faculties down here seem to be almost atrophied because of non-use.
They come for all like us.
that is unquestionably part of what I am doing.
We wanna talk to somebody about Spock's brain, that's all.
I can't explain it, sir.
You do not belong here. You are not Morg.
No surface consumption, no generation of energy.
How is this place kept functioning by the primitive minds we've met?
- Interesting design. - I've never seen anything like her.
Captain!
Our apish friends didn't make these.
I can't afford to guess wrong.
We serve Controller. No other is permitted near.
You came to take back the Controller.
I'm trying to thread a needle with a sledgehammer.
- Aye, sir. - No! No!
Spock, you were on this frequency, Spock.
Dr. McCoy must have told you
- Who are you? - I am Luma. I am Eymorg.
So it is. That is the knowledge you have brought me.
- They will be prevented. - You must take us.
Immediately after making contact with Spock's brain,
It's all right. Let him go!
No, no, no. I promise you.
And the male humanoid
hundreds of metres below the surface of planet Sigma Draconis Vll.
You must put back what you have taken!
It is not permitted again to hurt anyone.
But she went into that system.
Right forefinger.
No wonder the Morgs are so obedient and terrified.
No, it is not permitted. Never. Controller is alone, apart.
Trilaser connector.
Aye, aye, sir.
All this shouldn't have been done for you.
You must restore with that knowledge
- That girl. - Aye.
What do you think?
Right wrist.
or it was the most incredible design fluke in history.
Do not.
Indeed, captain,
Do not take them to the Controller.
In case you are wondering . . .
- Soon it'll be too late. - Do not take them, Kara.