Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's a fancy name...
- Fascinating. - All normal. No damage at all.
Space, the final frontier.
and our second in command too.
Then you intend to construct mechanical bodies,
Do you wish that the first Apollo Mission hadn't reached the moon,
We shared consciousness together.
Yes, I see. I understand.
Very good.
...and Thalassa.
...heart pumping, arteries
Have no fear. Your Captain is quite unharmed.
But perhaps that's been arranged for us too.
Lungs filling with air again...
But you said that was impossible.
much stronger and harder than anything I've measured before.
and sewed your patients up with catgut,
for him to speak from there as I do.
This vault was constructed about a half million years ago.
Where are you?
Bones, you could stop all this by saying no.
Realizing our mistake, we attempted to perpetuate both sides.
- What's causing it? - I do not know.
Captain's Log. Stardate 4768.3.
Vulcans worship peace above all, Henoch.
Thank you.
This woman will assist me.
all of mankind must perish too.
But your vessel was destroyed too. Where was your consciousness kept?
You, no doubt, want the mechanism to at least appear to be a woman.
- You're joking. - No, he's not.
Your probes have touched me, Mr. Spock.
In the next room there are other receptacles.
If there'd only been another way.
Here.
...so that we may live again.
I know him now. I know what he is, and what he wants.
What's your attitude on that, doctor?
This is an excellent body, doctor.
That's twice you've referred to us as "my children."
Henoch, you'd better get back to bed too.
Thalassa, my Thalassa...