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- Check the circuit.
- All operating.

It can't be the screen then.

There's something out there,
headed this way.

It could be these meteorites.

No, it's something else.

It's coming at the speed of light,
collision course.

The meteorite beam has not deflected it.

- Evasive maneuvers?
- Steady as we go.

It's a radio wave. We're passing
through an old-style distress signal.

They were keyed to cause interference
and attract attention.

A ship making a forced landing.

- That's it. No other message.
- I have a fix.

It comes from the talos star group.

We've no ships or colonies that far out.

Their call letters check
with an expedition - ss Columbia.

It disappeared in that region
18 years ago.

It would take that long for a radio beam
to travel here.

The talos group
has never been explored.

Solar system similar to earth,
11 planets.

Number four seems to be class-m.

Oxygen atmosphere.

Then they could still be alive.

- If they survived the crash.
- We aren't going to go, to be certain?

Not without indication
of survivors, no.

Continue onto the vega colony,
take care of our own injured first.

You have the helm.
Maintain present course.

- 'Boyce here.'
- Drop by my cabin, doctor.

What's that? I didn't say
there's anything wrong with me.

I understand we picked up
a distress signal.

That's right.

Unless we get anything else on it,

our own crew takes precedent.

I'd like to log
the ship's doctor's opinion, too.

Oh, I concur with yours, definitely.

Good, I'm glad you do.

We'll stop at the vega colony

and replace anyone
who needs hospitalization, and...

What are you putting in there? Ice?

Who wants a warm Martini?

What makes you think I need one?

Sometimes a man will tell his bartender
things he'll never tell his doctor.

What's been on your mind?
The fight on rigel vii?

Shouldn't it be? My own yeoman
and two others dead, seven injured.

Could you have prevented it?

I should have smelled trouble.

Instead I let myself
get trapped and attacked.

You set standards for yourself
no one could meet.

You treat everyone humanely
except yourself.

- Now you're tired and...
- You bet I'm tired.

You bet. I'm tired of being responsible
for 203 lives.

I'm tired of deciding which missions
are too risky

and who's going on the landing party,

and who lives... and who dies.

- I've had it.
- To the point of finally taking a rest?

To the point of considering resigning.

And do what?

Well, for one thing, go home.

Nice little town with 50 miles
of parkland around it.

Remember I told you I had horses?

- We used to ride out all day.
- That sounds exciting.

- Riding out with a picnic every day.
- That's one place I might go.

Or I'd go into business on regulus
or the Orion colony.

You, a trader, dealing in
green animal women, slaves?

This isn't the only life available.

- There's a galaxy of things.
- Not for you.

A man either lives life as it happens,
meets it head-on and licks it

or he turns his back on it
and starts to wither away.

You're beginning to talk
like a doctor, bartender.

Take your choice. We both get
the same kinds of customers -

the living and the dying.

'Mr Spock here.
We're intercepting a message.

'There are crash survivors on talos.'

"11 survivors.
Gravity and oxygen within limits.

"Food and water. But unless..."

The message faded at that point, sir.

- Address intercraft.
- System open.

This is the captain.
Our destination is the talos star group,

our time warp factor 7.

Course computed and on the screen.

All decks have acknowledged, sir.

Engage.

On course, sir.

Yeoman, I told you,
when I'm on the bridge...

But you wanted the reports by 0500.
It's 0500 now, sir.

Oh, I see.

Thank you.

She's replacing your yeoman.

She does a good job. I just can't
get used to a woman on the bridge.

No offense, lieutenant.
You're... different, of course.

We've settled into orbit, sir.

- Geological report complete.
- Lab survey ready.

- Spectography?
- Oxygen-nitrogen atmosphere.

Inert elements within limits.
Gravity 0.9 of earth.

Captain? Reflections,
from the planet's surface.

They polarized out
as rounded metal bits.

Could be part of a space ship hull.

Equip a landing party.
Do you feel up to it?

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Sorry, number one.

We'll have to leave our most
experienced officer here.

Of course, sir.

Let's not take any chances.

There's a canyon to the left.
We can set you down unobserved.

Right.

Sir!

They're men!

They're humans!

Captain Christopher pike, enterprise.

Dr Theodore haskins,
American continent institute.

- Is earth all right?
- It's the same. You'll see it soon.

And so fast!
The time barrier's been broken.

Our new ships can...

This is vina. Her parents are dead.

She was born almost as we crashed.

- Enterprise.
- 'Come in.'

we'll transport the survivors
up to you shortly.

'Quarters are being prepared.
May I send out scouting parties?'

that's affirmative on the...

You appear to be healthy and intelligent,
captain.

A prime specimen.

'I didn't get that last message, captain.'

affirmative on request.
Landing party out.

You must forgive her choice of words.

She's lived her whole life
with aging scientists.

If they can spare you a moment,
I'd like to make my medical report.

It's time to show the captain
our secret.

Their health is excellent.
Almost too good.

There's a reason for our condition,

but we don't know if earth
is ready to learn the secret.

Let the girl show you.
We'll accept your judgment.

You're tired. But don't worry,
you'll feel much better soon.

Don't you see it?

Here and here.

- I don't understand.
- — you will.

You're a perfect choice.

Captain!

- Spock here.
- 'Landing party, come in.'

there are no survivors
in campment, number one.

This is all some sort of trap.

We've lost the captain. Do you read?

Can you hear me?

My name is Christopher pike,

commander of the enterprise
from a stellar group in this galaxy.

Our intentions are peaceful.
Can you understand me?

The intelligence of
the specimen is shockingly limited.

This is no surprise, since his vessel
was baited here so easily.

As you can read in its thoughts,

it is only now beginning to suspect
the survivors were an illusion.

- You're not speaking yet I hear you.
- You will note the confusion.

All right, then, telepathy.
You can read my mind, I can read yours.

Unless you want my ship to consider...

You'll now see the fear-threat reaction.

The specimen will boast of his strength,

the weaponry of his vessel, and so on.

Next, frustrated into a need
to display physical prowess,

he will throw himself
against the transparency.

Wouldn't you test
the strength of these walls?

There's a way out of any cage.
I'll find it.

The creature is more adaptable
than our specimens from other planets.

We can soon begin the experiment.

The inhabitants of this planet
must live underground,

and probably manufacture food there.

The planet's surface, without more
vegetation or some animals,

is too barren to support life.

- We just thought we saw survivors.
- Exactly.

An illusion, placed in our minds
by the inhabitants.

It was a perfect illusion. They had us
seeing what we wanted to see -

humans who'd survived with dignity,

everything entirely logical, down
to the camp and the tattered clothing.

Let's be sure we understand
the danger of this.

The inhabitants can read our minds.

They can create illusions
out of thoughts and memories,

even out of a person's own desires,

illusions as solid as this table top
and as impossible to ignore.

What might they want one of us for?

They may simply be studying
how earth people are put together.

- It could be something more.
- Why aren't we doing anything?

The entry stood up against hand lasers,

but we can use the ship's power
against it.

Look.
Brains three times the size of ours.

If we buzz about, we're liable
to find their mental powers so great

they could SWAT this ship
as though it were a fly.

It's captain pike they've got.

He needs help
and he probably needs it fast.

Engineering will rig to transmit power.

We'll try blasting through that metal.

Thousands of us
are probing his thoughts.

We find excellent memory capacity.

I read a recent death struggle
in which it fought to protect its life.

We will begin with this,

giving it something
more interesting to protect.

Come on! We must hide ourselves!

Come! Come!

Hurry! It's deserted. There will
be weapons and perhaps food.

- This is rigel vii!
- Please, we must hide ourselves!

I was in a cage,
a cell in some kind of a zoo.

- I must still be there.
- Come on!

They've taken the memory
of somewhere I've been.

It's starting just as it happened
two weeks ago.

Except for you.

Longer hair, different dress, but it is
you, the one the survivors call vina.

Or rather the image of vina.
But why you again?

Why not create a different girl?

Quick! If you attack
while it's not looking...

But it's only a dream!

You have to kill him
as you did here before.

I won't. I'm not an animal
performing for its supper.

It doesn't matter what you call this.
You'll feel it.

You'll feel every moment
of what happens.

Please! Don't you know
what he'll do to us?

- Why would an illusion be frightened?
- That's how you imagined me.

Who are you?
You act as if this were real.

Careful!

It's over.

Why are you here?

To please you.

- Are you real?
- As real as you wish.

No, no. No, that's not any answer.

I've never met you before.

Perhaps they made me
out of dreams you've forgotten.

And dressed you in the fabric
they wear?

I have to wear something... don't I?

I can wear whatever you wish,
or be anything you wish.

So they can see
how this specimen performs?

They want to see how I react, is that it?

Don't you have a dream? Something
you've always wanted very badly?

Or do they do more than just watch me?
Do they feel with me, too?

You can have
whatever dream you want.

I can become anything,
any woman you've ever imagined.

You can have anything you want
in the whole universe.

Let me... please you.

Yes, you can please me.
You can tell me about them.

Is there any way I can keep them
from using my thoughts against me?

Does that frighten you?

Does that mean there is a way?

You're a fool.

Since you're not real, there's no point
in continuing this conversation.

All circuits engaged, mr Spock.

'Standing by, number one.'

- take cover.
- 'Ten... nine... eight...

'Seven... six... five... four...

'Three... two... one!'

Increase to full power!

Can you give us any more?

Our circuits are heating!
Cease power.

Disengage!

That knoll should have been sheared off.

Maybe it was.
I tried to explain in the briefing room.

Their power of illusion is so great,
we can't be sure of anything we do

or anything we see.

Perhaps if you asked me
some questions, I could answer.

How far can they control my mind?

If I tell you, will you pick
some dream you've had

and let me live it with you?

Perhaps.

- They can't make you do anything.
- But they trick me with illusions.

And they can punish you.
You'll find out about that.

Did they ever live on the surface
of this planet?

- Why did they go underground?
- War, thousands of centuries ago.

- That's why it's so barren?
- The planet can only now support life.

So the talosians who came underground
found life limited here

and they developed their mental power.

But they found it's a trap.
Like a narcotic.

Because when dreams
become more important that reality,

you give up travel, building, creating.

You forget how to repair machines
left by your ancestors.

You just sit,
living and reliving other lives

left in the thought records.

And probing the minds
of specimens like me.

You're better than a theater.
They create an illusion,

they watch you react
and feel your emotions.

They have a collection of specimens,

descendents of life
brought back from all over the galaxy.

They had to have more
than one of each animal.

- Please.
- They'll need two humans.

- Where will they get the earth woman?
- You said if I answered you...

A bargain with something
that didn't exist.

You said you weren't real, remember?

I'm a woman,
as real and as human as you are.

We're like Adam and Eve. If we can...

Don't! Please don't punish me!

The vial contains
a nourishing protein complex.

Is the keeper communicating
with his animal?

If the form and the color
is not appealing,

it can appear as any food
you wish to visualize.

- And if I prefer...
- To starve?

You overlook the unpleasant alternative
of punishment.

From a fable you once heard
in childhood.

You will consume the nourishment.

Why not just put irresistible hunger
in my mind?

You can't, can you?
You do have limitations.

If you continue to disobey,

from deeper in your mind,
there are things even more unpleasant.

- That's very interesting.
- Now to the female.

Weren't you reading my mind?

As you've conjectured,
an earth vessel did crash here,

but with only one survivor.

Let's stay on the first subject.

All I wanted was to get my hands
around your neck.

We repaired the survivor's injuries
and found the species interesting.

Do primitive thoughts block you?

It became necessary to attract a mate.

All right, let's talk about the girl.

You're going out of your way
to make me feel protective.

This is necessary
to perpetuate the species.

It seems more important to you now
that I begin to like her.

We wish our specimens to be happy
in their new life.

Assuming that's a lie, why would you
want me attracted to her?

So I'll feel love
in a husband-wife relationship?

That would be necessary only if you
intend to build a human community.

With the female
now properly conditioned...

You mean properly punished!

I'm not cooperating.
Why not punish me?

First an emotional protectiveness.

Now one of sympathy.

Excellent.

Do you want some coffee, dear?

I left the thermos hooked to my saddle.

Tango! You old devil, you.

Sorry, I don't have any sug...

They think of everything, don't they?

Hey, your coffee.

- Is it good to be home?
- They read our minds very well.

Home, anything else I want,
if I cooperate, is that it?

Have you forgotten my headaches?
I get them when you talk like this.

I'm sorry they punish you, but...

It turned out to be a
lovely day, didn't it?

It's funny. About 24 hours ago
I was telling the ship's doctor

how much I wanted something
not very different from this here.

An escape from reality.
Life with no frustrations.

No responsibilities. Now that I have it,
I understand the doctor's answer.

I hope you're hungry.

These sandwiches are
your mother's recipe for chicken tuna.

You either live life,
bruises, skinned knees and all,

or you turn your back
and start dying.

The doctor will be happy
about one part.

He said I needed a rest.

This is a lovely place to rest.

I used to ride through here
when I was a kid.

It's not as pretty as some of the parkland
around the cities, but...

That's where I was born.

Is that supposed to be news
to your wife?

You're home.
You can even stay if you want.

Wouldn't it be nice showing your children
where you played?

These headaches. They'll be hereditary.

- Would you wish them on children?
- Foolish.

Is it? Look...

They made me protect
and feel sympathy for you.

Now we have
familiar surroundings

and a comfortable
husband-wife relationship.

They don't need all this for just passion.

What they're after is respect
and dependence.

They say in the olden days
all this was desert.

- Blowing sand and cactus.
- But we're not here!

- We're in a menagerie. A cage.
- No!

I can't help us
if you won't give me a chance.

You told me they used illusions
as a narcotic.

They couldn't repair the machines
their ancestors left.

Do they want us
to build a colony of slaves?

Stop it! Don't you care
what they'll do to us?

It seemed for a minute that
our keeper couldn't read my thoughts.

Do emotions like hate,
keeping hate in your mind,

does that block off our mind from them?

Yes. They can't read through
primitive emotions.

But you can't keep it up
for long enough. I've tried.

They keep at you and at you,
year after year, tricking and punishing.

And they won. They own me.

- I know you must hate me for that.
- No, I don't hate you.

I can guess what it was like.

But that's not enough. Don't you see?

They read my thoughts, my feelings,

my dreams of what would be
the perfect man.

That's why they picked you.

I can't help but love you.

They expect you
to feel the same way.

If they can read my mind,
they know I'm attracted to you.

I was from the very first moment
I saw you.

A curious species. They
hide fantasies even from themselves.

I can see why none of this
has worked for you.

You've been home.
And fighting on rigel.

That's not new to you either.

A person's strongest dreams
are about what he can't do.

Yes, a ship's captain.

Always having to be so formal,
so decent and honest and proper.

You must wonder
what it would be like to forget all that.

Nice place you have here, mr pike.

Glistening green. Like secret dreams
a bored captain might have.

They are funny on this planet.
They like being taken advantage of.

Suppose you had all of space
to choose from,

and this was only one small sample.

Wouldn't you say it was worth
a man's soul?

A magnetic field is coming from
their underground generator.

Could that be an illusion too?

We're hoping to transport down inside
the talosian community.

If our measurements and readings
are an illusion,

one could be materialized inside rock.

Nothing will be said if any volunteer
wants to back out.

The women!

Captain! Captain...

No! Let me finish!

- But we were a party of six.
- We were the only ones transported.

It's not fair. You don't need them.

- They don't work.
- They were fully charged.

It's dead. I can't make a signal.

- What is it?
- Don't say anything.

I'm filling my mind with a picture of
beating their huge heads to pulp.

Thoughts so primitive
they block out everything.

- I'm filling my mind with hate.
- For a few minutes? An hour?

- How can that help?
- Leave him alone.

He doesn't need you.
He's already picked me.

Picked her for what? I don't understand.

Now there's a fine choice
for intelligent offspring.

Offspring? As in children?

Offspring as in he's Adam. Is that it?

You're no better. They'd have more luck
crossing him with a computer.

Shall we do a little time computation?

There was a vina listed
on that expedition as an adult.

Adding 18 years to your age then...

It's not fair. I did what you asked.

Since you resisted this specimen,
you now have a selection.

I'll break out of this zoo somehow
and get to you.

Is your blood red like ours?
I'm going to find out.

Each of the new specimens
has qualities in her favor.

The female you call number one
has the superior mind

and would produce intelligent children.

She seems to lack emotion,
but this is largely a pretense.

She has fantasies involving you.

All I want to do is get my hands on you.

Can you read these thoughts?
Images of hate? Killing?

The other arrival
has considered you unreachable,

but now is realizing this has changed.

The factors in her favor
are youth and strength,

plus unusually strong female drives.

My thoughts are more interesting.

Thoughts so primitive you can't
understand. Emotions so ugly...

Wrong thinking is punishable.

Right thinking will be as quickly
rewarded.

You will find it an effective combination.

- Captain...
- No, don't help me.

I have to concentrate.

They can't read through hate.

- Address the intercraft.
- Open, sir.

This is the acting captain.

We have no choice but to consider
the safety of this vessel.

We're leaving. All decks prepare
for hyperdrive. Time warp factor.

The ship's controls have gone dead.

Engine room! Mr Spock here.

- Switch to rockets.
- 'Aii systems are out.'

every system aboard is fading out.

- You hold still or...
- They don't mean to be evil.

I've had samples
of how good they are.

Stop this illusion
or I'll twist your head off.

All right. You try one more illusion
and I'll break your neck.

Your ship.

Release me or we'll destroy it.

Nothing. But for the batteries,
we'd lose gravitation and oxygen.

The computers!

I can't shut it off.
It's running through our library.

- It doesn't make sense!
- Could be we've waited too long.

It's collecting all the information stored.
They've decided to SWAT us.

He's not bluffing.

They can make your crew work
the wrong controls or destroy your ship.

You're too intelligent
to kill for no reason.

On the other hand, I've got a reason.

You've created an illusion
this laser is empty.

I think it blasted a hole
and you're keeping us from seeing it.

You want me to test my theory out
on your head?

Captain?

Make contact, number one.

They kept us from seeing this, too.

As you see, your attempt to escape
accomplished nothing.

- I want to contact our ship.
- You are where we wished you to be.

With the female of your choice,

you will now begin carefully guided lives.

- And start by burying you?
- That is your choice.

To help you reclaim the planet,

our zoological gardens
will furnish plant life.

I'll make you a deal. Your life
for the lives of these two earth women.

Since our lifespan is many times yours,

we have time to evolve you
into a society

trained to serve as artisans,
technicians...

Do you understand?

Prove that our ship is all right,
send these two back...

And I'll stay with vina.

It's wrong to create a race of humans
to live as slaves.

Is this a deception?
Do you intend to destroy yourselves?

- What is that?
- The weapon is building up an overload.

You still have time to get underground.

Well, go on!

Just to show you
how primitive humans are, talosian,

you go with her.

If you all think it's this important,
then I can't go either.

I suppose if they have one human,
they might try again.

Wait.

Their method of storing
records is crude and consumed time.

Are you prepared to assimilate it?

We had not believed this possible.

The customs and history of your race
show a unique hatred of captivity.

Even when it's pleasant and benevolent,
you prefer death.

This makes you too violent and
dangerous a species for our needs.

He means that they can't use you.
You're free to go back to the ship.

And that's it?

No apologies? You captured one of us,
threatened all of us.

Your unsuitability has condemned
the talosian race to eventual death.

Is this not sufficient?

No other specimen
has shown your adaptability.

You were our last hope.

But wouldn't some form of trade,
mutual cooperation...?

Your race would learn our power
of illusion, and destroy itself too.

We have transporter control now.

Let's get back to the ship.

I can't. I can't go with you.

It just came on.
We can't shut the power off.

- Mr Spock here.
- 'All power has come on.

'The helm is answering to control.'

The captain?

You see why I can't go with you?

This is the female's true appearance.

They found me in the wreckage, dying.

A lump of flesh.

They rebuilt me. Everything works.

But they had never seen a human.

They had no guide
for putting me back together.

It was necessary to convince you
her desire to stay was honest.

You'll give her back
her illusion of beauty?

And more.

She has an illusion and you have reality.

May you find your way as pleasant.

The system is coming on again.

- Where's vina?
- Isn't she coming?

No. No, and I agreed with her reasons.

- Hold on.
- I feel just fine.

- You look 100% better.
- You recommended a rest.

I've even been home.
Does that make you happy?

Yeoman, I thought I told you
that when I'm on the bridge...

Oh. Oh, yes. The reports. Thank you.

Sir, I was wondering... just curious...

- Who would have been Eve?
- Yeoman!

- You've delivered your report.
- Yes, ma'am... yes, sir.

Eve, su?

Yes, sir.

Eve as in Adam?

As in all ships' doctors are dirty old men.

What are we running here?
A cadet ship? Are we ready or not?

All decks show ready, sir.

Engage.