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Our minds will have survived. And as androids...
Enterprise Medical Log. Stardate 4769.1.
The opportunity is an extraordinary one...
I don't like it, sir.
and the bodily functions to normal.
I know every thought of every mind around me. See?
Nurse.
We will vacate at once
Captain.
You said you wanted our help. What is it you wish?
This is the Sickbay. Get me...
Back to where you were, Sargon, or whatever you are.
...you are a prancing...
Spock's consciousness is gone.
...as a living woman.
I read what is in your mind. Words are unnecessary.
There you see, I feel better already.
...that Sargon appreciated your cooperation, Dr. Mulhall.
Nurse Chapel, what in the devil...
You have no excuse to keep the real body any longer.
Isn't that worth your Captain's life?
As you now leave your own seed on distant planets,
The reading's growing stronger, Captain.
...but yet, I am filled with foreboding.
We are hundreds of light years past
that does what a muscle does.
You were about to say that you watched me prepare the formula
Why no briefing on this? I'd at least like to know what we're getting into.
Over three weeks at this distance, sir.
They're not ours, Henoch.
Why?
The choice is yours.
Just think, how much we can do for mankind.
- It was necessary. - What are you talking about?
The formula is correct.
- Who are you? - Dr. Ann Mulhall, Astrobiology.
Is there any way we can help you, Sargon?
He'll die if you don't leave his body soon.
Coming from deep under the planet surface, Captain...
Sargon here, McCoy. I'm in your...
"Nurse Chapel, what in the devil..."