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A ghost planet?

I suggest no supernatural explanation,
captain.

I merely point out that the facts

do not fit any known categories
of planets.

Let's take the facts one by one.
They should explain something.

Undoubtedly.

The age of this planet would seem
to be only a few thousand years.

It would be impossible for vegetation
to evolve in so short a period.

Its size is approximately
that of Earth's moon.

But its mass and its atmosphere
are similar to Earth.

That would be difficult to explain.

It would be impossible, captain.

An atmosphere could not evolve
in so short a period of time.

- And yet it has.
- Evidently.

But the inconsistencies
are so compounded

as to present
a seemingly impossible phenomenon.

- But a fascinating one, Mr. Spock.
- Precisely, captain.

It would bear closer investigation,
it would seem,

if we are to provide Starfleet
with an accurate report.

Lieutenant, send Dr. McCoy

to the Transporter Room
for survey party.

- We'll also need geologist D'Amato.
- Aye, aye, sir.

Beam down coordinates
for the Transporter Room.

Mr. Sulu, you'll accompany me.

Mr. Spock, you have the conn.

Lieutenant Rahda,
report to the Bridge immediately.

This expedition should be
a geologist's dream, Mr. D'Amato.

Well, the opportunity
to explore so young a planet

is an incredible bit of luck, captain.

If Mr. Spock is correct,
you'll have a report

to startle the Fifth Interstellar
Geophysical Conference.

- Why? What is it, Jim?
- A planet even Spock can't explain.

Prepare to transport.

Energize.

Wait. You must not go.

- Jim, did you see what I saw?
- That woman attacked Ensign Wyatt.

- Kirk to...
- Captain. Captain.

Mr. Spock, are you all right?

Yes. I believe no permanent damage
was done.

What happened?

The occipital area of my head

seems to have impacted
with the arm of the chair.

No, Mr. Spock, I meant,
what happened to us?

That we have yet to ascertain.

Mr. Spock. The planet's gone.

What kind of earthquakes
do they have in this place?

I don't know. Any more like that,
they'll tear the planet apart.

Captain, this tremor we felt,
if that's what it was...

And it's like no seismic disturbance
I've felt before.

- I got a reading
of almost immeasurable power,

but it's not there anymore.

Could seismic stress
have accounted for it?

The reading I got had nothing
to do with a seismic force.

That's very strange.
And that woman.

Kirk to Enterprise.
Kirk to Enterprise. Come in.

- Shock may have damaged it.
- It's gone.

The Enterprise. It's gone.

He's right. There's nothing there.

How could it just be gone?
What the devil does that mean, Jim?

For one thing,

it means we're stranded.

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship Enterprise.

Its five-year mission:
To explore strange new worlds,

to seek out new life
and new civilisations,

to boldly go where no man
has gone before.

The Enterprise must have blown up.

That would explain the high-radiation
readings, wouldn't it, if the matter..?

Shouldn't we stop guessing, Mr. Sulu,
and try and establish a pattern?

I get no readings
of high-energy concentration.

If the Enterprise had blown up,

it would have left
a high residual radiation.

Could it be the Enterprise hit us?
Hit the planet?

Once in Siberia
there was a meteor so great

that it flattened whole forests
and was felt as far...

Mr. Sulu, if I'd wanted
a Russian history lesson,

I'd have brought along Mr. Chekov.

This is a matter of survival,
gentlemen.

Without the Enterprise,
we need food, and we need water,

and we need them fast.

I want a detailed analysis made
of this planet

and I want it now.

- Aye, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Mr. Sulu.

Engineering, no damage.
All power levels normal.

Damage-control report:
Ship functioning normally.

Many bumps and bruises.

One casualty, Mr. Spock.
The transporter officer. He's dead.

Dead?

- Spock to Sickbay.
- Sickbay. Dr. M'Benga.

Report on the death
of the transporter officer.

We're not sure.

Dr. Sanchez is conducting
an autopsy right now.

Give me a full report as soon
as possible, please. Spock out.

Mr. Scott,

have the transporter checked
for possible malfunction.

Aye, sir.

No debris of any kind, sir.
I've made two full scans.

If the planet had broken up,
there would be some sign.

What bothers me is the stars,
Mr. Spock.

- The stars.
- Yes, sir. They're wrong.

- Wrong?
- Yes, Mr. Spock.

Look.

Now, here's a replay of the star pattern
just before the explosion.

A positional change.

It doesn't make any sense.

But somehow, I'd say,
that in a flash,

we've been knocked 1,000 light years
away from where we were.

990.7 light years to be exact,
lieutenant.

That's not possible.
Nothing can do that.

Mr. Scott, since we are here,

your statement is not only illogical
but also unworthy of refutation.

It is also illogical to assume
that any explosion,

even that of a small star
going supernova,

could have hurled us
a distance of 990.7 light years.

The point is it shouldn't
have hurled us anywhere.

It should have destroyed us
immediately, vaporised us.

That is correct, Mr. Scott,
by all the laws that we know.

There was no period
of unconsciousness.

Our ship's chronometers registered
a matter of only a few seconds.

Therefore we were displaced
through space

in some manner
which I am unable to fathom.

What you're saying
is that the planet didn't blow up.

The captain and the others,
they're still alive.

Please, Mr. Scott,
restrain your leaps of illogic.

I have said nothing.
I was merely speculating.

- Sickbay to Mr. Spock.
- Spock here.

You asked for an autopsy report.

It's only preliminary,

but the cause of death
seems to have been cellular disruption.

Explain.

It's as though every cell in the body

had been individually blasted
from inside.

Would any known
disease organism do that?

Dr. Sanchez has ruled
that possibility out, sir.

Please keep me fully advised.
Spock out.

He was in the Transporter Room.

Someone may have entered
after Captain Kirk and his party left.

Mr. Scott, since the Enterprise
is obviously functional,

I suggest we return
to our starting place at top warp speed.

Aye, sir. But even at that,
it will take us a while to get there.

In that case, Mr. Scott,
I suggest we start at once.

Can you give me warp 8?

Aye, sir. And maybe a wee bit more.

I'll sit on the warp engines myself
and nurse them.

That position, Mr. Scott,
would not only be unavailing,

but also undignified.

Lieutenant Rahda, plot a course...

Already plotted and laid in, sir.

Good. Then prepare
to come to warp 8.

- Your report covers all vegetation?
- Yes, captain.

All vegetation is inedible.
Poison to us.

If the Enterprise
has been destroyed,

you know how long we can survive.

Yes.

I don't see any water,

but there must be some
to grow the vegetation.

A source of water
would stretch our survival.

Did you see any evidence
of rainfall?

No, sir. And I haven't seen any evidence
that there ever has been any rainfall.

But there is Earth-type vegetation.

Is it possible the vegetation could
absorb the water directly from the air?

Yes, that's possible. There's also
the possibility of underground water.

Yes, sir, could be.

Sulu's picked up an organism
that's almost a virus.

Like a plant parasite.

And it's the nearest biological
form of life that I can find.

This apparently is gonna our home
for as long as we can last.

I suggest we find out
as much as we can about it.

We'll split up. D'Amato,
see if you can find underground water.

- Yes, sir.
- Sulu, run an atmospheric analysis.

Bones, see if you can find out

anything about the vegetation
and your parasite.

How do they get their moisture?

If you can discover how they survive,
maybe we can.

Sulu to captain.

Kirk here.

Captain, I was making
a standard magnetic sweep.

From zero, I suddenly got a reading
that was off the scale,

then a reverse of polarity and...

Now I get nothing.

I've never seen anything
like this reading.

Like a door opened
and then closed again.

Kirk out.

Do not be afraid.

I'm not.

Geological disturbances
don't frighten me.

I've come here to study them.

- They're my speciality.
- I know.

You are Lieutenant D'Amato,
senior geologist.

- That's right. How did you know that?
- From the spaceship Enterprise.

Yes, and we're stranded here.

Have you been talking
to my friends?

Do not be afraid.

I'm not afraid.

I am for you, Lieutenant D'Amato.

You're... You're the woman
on the Enterprise.

I am only for D'Amato.

Lucky D'Amato.

Wanna have a conference
about sharing food and water.

Do not call the others.

Please.

- McCoy to Kirk.
- Kirk here.

Jim, I just got a life-form reading
of tremendous intensity.

Suddenly it was just there.

- What do you mean, "just there"?
- Just that.

All levels were normal

and then I get this biological surge
of life-form registering.

No. Now it's gone.

As though a door opened and closed.

- Yes.
- What direction?

- Zero-eight-three.
- Hang on.

D'Amato's section, come in.

Kirk to D'Amato. Come in. Come in.

Bones, Sulu,
D'Amato doesn't answer.

I'll be right there.

Bones!

Jim, every cell in his body's
been disrupted.

Jim, what are you doing?

Digging a grave.

Poor D'Amato.
What a terrible way to die.

There are no good ways, Sulu.

- That's the same red rock.
- My phaser didn't cut through.

Whatever it is,
it has a mighty high melting point.

Eight thousand degrees centigrade.

It looks like igneous rock,
but infinitely denser.

This whole planet
must be made up of this substance,

covered over by topsoil.

Mr. Sulu,

it might explain this place a little better
if we knew what the substance is.

I know it was D'Amato's field,
but see what you can find out.

Yes, sir.

Well, I guess a tomb of rocks is
the best we can provide for D'Amato.

Yeah.

It might be the most suitable
memorial at that.

I wonder what killed him.

I don't know.

But something or someone did.

We're holding warp 8.4, sir.

If we can maintain it,

our estimated time of arrival
is 11 and one-half solar hours.

11.337 hours, lieutenant.
I wish you would be more precise.

Scott to Bridge.
Scott to Bridge.

- Spock here.
- Mr. Spock, the ship feels wrong.

"Feels," Mr. Scott?

I know it doesn't make sense.

Instrumentation reads correct
but the feel is wrong.

It's something
I can't quite put into words.

That is obvious, Mr. Scott.

I suggest you avoid emotionalism

and simply
keep your instruments correct.

Spock out.

It looks so lonely there.

It would be worse
if he had company.

Doctor, how can you joke about it?

I'm not joking. Until we know
what killed him, none of us are safe.

We've gotta figure this out
and devise a defence against it.

Is it possible the rocks have life?

You remember on Janus VI,
the silicon creatures...

But our instruments recorded that.

They were life forms.
They registered as life forms.

Unless we're dealing with beings...

Intelligent beings
who can shield themselves.

Beings intelligent enough
to have destroyed the Enterprise?

That's the problem, Sulu.
We have only questions.

No answers.

Watkins.

Check the bypass valve on the
matter/antimatter reaction chamber.

Make sure it's not overheating.

But, Mr. Scott,
the board shows correct.

I didn't ask you
to check the board, lad.

Yes, sir.

Who are you?

My name is not important.

Yours is Watkins. John B.

Engineer Grade 4.

You know all about me.

I've never seen you before.

Show me this unit. I wish to learn.

This is the matter/antimatter
integrator control.

That's the cutoff switch.

Not correct.

That is the emergency
overload bypass,

which engages
almost instantaneously.

A wise precaution

considering it takes
the antimatter longer to explode

once the magnetic flow fails.

I am for you, Mr. Watkins.

Mr. Scott, there's a strange woman
who knows the plan of the Enterprise.

Oh, you poor lad.

- Scott to Bridge. Scott to Bridge.
- Spock here.

My assistant, Watkins, is dead.

Do you know what he died of,
Mr. Scott?

I didn't see it happen,

but his last words were a warning cry
about some strange woman.

Security alert, all decks.

Female intruder,
extremely dangerous.

Security alert, all decks.

Conclusions.

The basic substance of this planet
is an alloy of diburnium-osmium.

It couldn't have evolved naturally.

Captain, it doesn't make sense.

In fact, nothing
about this planet makes sense.

Except for a momentary fluctuation
on your instruments,

this planet has no magnetic field.

The apparent age of these rocks
is only a few thousand years.

No known process could evolve
the plant life they have here

in that short space of time.

Are you suggesting
this might be an artificial planet?

But, captain,
where are the people who made it?

Why can't we see them?

Planet might be hollow.

They might be shielding themselves
from our sensor probes.

It's dark. Let's get some rest.

Tomorrow we'll have to find
some food and some water,

or it's going to be
a very unpleasant stay.

- While it lasts.
- I'll take the first watch, sir.

All right.

Take D'Amato's tricorder.
Set it for automatic distress.

- You never can tell.
- Aye, sir.

Spock to Sickbay. Have you completed
the autopsy on Watkins, doctor?

Yes, we have, Mr. Spock.

Was the cause of his death

the same as that which killed
the transporter officer?

Well, the pattern of cellular disruption
was the same.

But as to the cause, well,
your guess is as good as mine.

My guess, doctor,
would be valueless.

I suggest we refrain from guessing
and find some facts.

Spock out.

The power of this intruder
to disrupt every cell in a body,

combined with the almost
inconceivable power

required to hurl the Enterprise
such a distance,

speak of a very high culture
and a very great danger.

You mean that one of the people

that threw us 1,000 light years away
from that planet

is onboard and killing our people?

A reasonable assumption, Mr. Scott.

Then you're right, Mr. Spock.
Watkins must have been murdered.

I sent him in to check
the matter/antimatter reactor.

There are no exposed circuits there.

It couldn't have been
anything he touched.

If there are more of those beings
on that planet,

the captain and the others
are in very great danger.

I am unarmed.

- Who are you?
- That is not important.

You are Lieutenant Sulu.
You were born on the planet Earth.

You are helmsman
for the Enterprise.

How do you know this?
Where did you get this information?

- Are you from this planet?
- I am from here.

Then the planet is hollow.
Who killed Lieutenant D'Amato?

All right. The captain will want
to talk to you. That way.

Move.

You do not understand.

I have come for you.

What do you want?

I want to touch you.

You were on the Enterprise.

Keep back.

Stop or I'll shoot.

I don't wanna have to kill a woman.

Captain Kirk! Captain Kirk!

Hold it.

Who are you?

I am for him.
I am for Lieutenant Sulu.

Don't let her touch you, captain.

That's how D'Amato died.
Phasers won't stop her.

I am for Lieutenant Sulu.

Please. I must touch him.

How can you destroy others
and not me?

I don't want to destroy.
I don't want to.

Who are you?
Why are you trying to kill us?

Only Sulu.

I mean you no harm.

Are there men on this planet?

Please, I must touch him.
I am for Lieutenant Sulu.

No!

Bones, did you see that?

Maybe Spock was wrong.

Perhaps this is a ghost planet.

All I know is that she almost
made a ghost out of Sulu.

His shoulder, where she touched it,
every cell has been disrupted.

Exploded from within.

If she'd gotten
a good grip on him, Jim...

How can such people be, captain?

Such evil,

and she's so... So beautiful.

Yes, I know.

Security sweeps of all decks
are negative, Mr. Spock.

No evidence of intruder.

Very well. Cancel red alert
but maintain increased security.

Aye, sir.

All decks cancel red alert.
Maintain increased security.

Update our subspace report
to Starfleet

to include "security search:
Results negative."

How did she get off the ship, sir?

Presumably,
the same way she got on.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Spock,

what are the chances of the captain
and the others being alive?

Lieutenant, we are not
engaged in gambling.

We are proceeding
in the only logical way,

to return to the place
where they were last seen

and factually ascertain
whether or not they still live.

Yes, Mr. Spock.

Mr. Spock, speed has increased
to warp 8.8.

- Bridge to Engineering.
- Scotty here. I see it.

It's a power surge.
I'm working on it.

Reduce speed
until I locate the trouble.

- Very well. Reduce speed to warp 7.
- Aye, sir. Warp 7.

Mr. Spock. Our speed has increased
to warp 8.9 and still climbing.

Bridge to Engineering.

Negative effect on power reduction.
Speed is still increasing.

Aye, Mr. Spock,
and I've found out why.

The emergency bypass control

of the matter/antimatter integrator
is fused.

It's completely useless.

The engines are running wild.
There's no way to get at them.

We should reach maximum overload
in about 15 minutes.

I would calculate 14.87 minutes,
Mr. Scott.

Those few seconds will not make
any difference, Mr. Spock,

because you and I
and the rest of the crew

will no longer be here
to bandy it back and forth.

This thing is going to blow up.

And there's nothing
in the universe that can stop it.

There's a layer of necrotic tissue
a few cells thick.

A normal wound would heal quickly.

She just touched me.

How could it happen so fast?

That's a good question.

She touched the transporter chief
and he collapsed immediately.

She apparently got to D'Amato.
We saw what happened to him.

Question is, why are you alive?

Captain, I'm happy
the way it turned out.

Jim.

What kind of power must she have?

The power to totally disrupt
biological cell structure.

Sulu's alive because I intervened.

But that raises
an even worse question.

Why didn't she kill you?

She's not through yet.

It's useless.
And there's no question, it's deliberate.

- Sabotage.
- Aye. And a thorough job.

The system's foolproof.

Whoever murdered Watkins
sabotaged this.

You said it was fused. How?

- Well, that's what worries me.
- "Worries," Mr. Scott?

Well, it's fused all right,

but it would take all the power
of our main phaser banks to do it.

Interesting.

I find nothing interesting in the fact
that we're about to blow up.

No. But the method is fascinating.

Whatever did this
is still aboard this ship.

I fail to understand
why you've cancelled the security alert.

A force that could hurl us
990.7 light years away,

and at that distance,

still be able to sabotage
our main source of energy,

will not be waiting around
to be taken into custody.

Aye.

As I recall the pattern
of our fuel flow,

there is an access tube

leading to the matter/antimatter
reaction chamber.

Aye, there's a service crawlway,

but it's not meant to be used
while the integrator operates.

Still, it is there.

And it might be possible to shut off
the flow of fuel at that point.

What with? Bare hands?

A magnetic probe.

Any matter that comes in contact
with antimatter triggers the explosion.

And I'm not even sure a man
can live in a crawlway

in the energy stream
of the magnetic field

that bottles up the antimatter.

I shall try.

You'll be killed, man.

Unless a solution is found quickly,
that fate awaits all of us.

Aye. You're right.

What have we got to lose?

But I'll do it, Mr. Spock.

I know every millimetre
of that system.

I'll do whatever has to be done.

Very well, Mr. Scott.

You spoke of the feel of the ship
being wrong.

Aye. It was an emotional statement.

I don't expect you to understand it.

I note it, Mr. Scott,
without necessarily understanding it.

I propose to run an analysis
through the ship's computers

comparing the present condition
of the Enterprise

with her ideal condition.

Mr. Spock,
we don't have time for that.

We have 12 minutes
and 27 seconds.

I suggest you do whatever you can
in the service crawlway

while I make the computer study.

Sulu, do you feel strong enough
to move about?

- I feel fine, captain.
- Is he, Bones?

He's in fair shape.

All right.

Whatever destructive power
this woman has

seems to be aimed at one
specific person at one specific time.

If I'm correct, when she reappears,

the other two might be able
to protect the one she's after

by interposing their bodies.
No weapons seem to affect her.

But, captain,
how does she know about us?

Does she read our minds?

Phaser on overload.

Controls are fused. Drop.

Apparently she can destroy
our weapons

as well as destroy us.

Come on, let's go.

All right, lads.
Get the crawlway door open.

Hand me the tools.

Communicator. All right. Head first.

I hope Mr. Spock
knows what he's doing.

- Scott to Bridge.
- Go ahead, Mr. Scott.

I've sealed off the aft end
of the service crawlway

and I've positioned
explosive separator charges

to blast me clear of the ship
if I rupture the magnetic bottle.

I'm so close to the flow now

it feels like ants
crawling all over my body.

Mr. Scott, I suggest you refrain from
any further subjective descriptions.

You now have
ten minutes and 19 seconds

in which to perform your task.

Mr. Spock,
we're at warp 11.2 and accelerating.

I heard that.

The ship's not structured to take
that speed for any length of time.

You now have ten minutes
and ten seconds.

All right, Mr. Spock.

I'm starting to open
the access panel now.

Access to the flow itself.

If the magnetic flow jumps,
you must jettison me.

The safety control

will not hold more than two seconds

if I rupture the field.

I'm aware of these facts.
Please get on with the job.

- Computer?
- Working.

Analysis on my comparison
coordinates.

Unable to comply.

Comparison coordinates too complex
for immediate readout.

Will advise upon completion.

I've removed the access plate

and I've got static-electric charges
dancing on the instruments.

Looks like an aurora borealis
in there.

Lieutenant Uhura, you are
monitoring the magnetic force?

- Oh, yes, sir.
- Please do not take your eyes off it.

- Aye, sir.
- Lieutenant Rahda,

arm the pod jettison system.

Aye, sir. I'll jettison the pod
at the first sign of trouble.

Not until my order.

Yes, sir.

Warp 11.9.

Mr. Scott, what is your situation?

It's hard to see.

There's so much disturbance

that any attempt to get at the flow

would rupture the magnetic field.

You have eight minutes,
41 seconds.

I know what time it is.

I don't need
a blooming cuckoo clock.

Captain, I'm getting that strange
magnetic sweep again.

- From zero to off the scale.
- Yes.

Like a door opening.

Who have you come for this time?

For you, James T. Kirk.

Commander of the Enterprise.

Keep behind us, Jim.

Why do you wanna kill us?

For defence.

You are Captain James T. Kirk,
commander of the Enterprise.

- Then why do you wanna kill me?
- You are an invader.

We're here on a peaceful mission.

It's you who've killed our people.
We mean no harm to you.

We wanna leave peacefully.

Captain, I'm getting
no life-form register.

An android?

No, that would give a mechanical
reading. I'm getting nothing.

Who are you?

I am Losira. Commander.

- Commander of what?
- Of this station.

Station? Station? Where?

How do you feel about killing me?

Feel?

Killing is wrong.

- Stay between us.
- You must not penetrate this station.

Please, I must touch you.

You want to kill me?

No.

Then why do it if you don't want to?

I am sent.

By whom?

We defend this place.

Are there others on this planet?

They are

no more.

How long have you been alone?

Are you lonely?

- She must be somewhere.
- She's not registering.

And there's this power surge,
right off the scale.

Like a door closing.

It must be near here.

- Is the power level still holding, Jim?
- Right off the scale.

It's remained at a peak
ever since she disappeared.

The entrance is here.

You think we're being invited in?

Certainly looks like it.

And the invitation
doesn't exactly relax me.

I'd rather be on the Enterprise, sir.

I agree.

We've been led here. Why?

I don't know.

But whatever civilisation exists
on this planet is in there.

And without the Enterprise,
gentlemen,

the only source of food and water

is in there.

Let's go.

Computer readout.

Comparison analysis complete.

Continue.

Transporter factor M7
reassembled outphase.0009.

- Fifty-seven seconds to go, sir.
- Understood.

- Mr. Spock?
- Spock here.

I'm gonna try to cut through
the magnetic flow.

But if the probe doesn't
precisely match the magnetic flow,

there will be an explosion.

Starting right now.

Magnetic-force indicator jumping,
Mr. Spock.

Mr. Scott, ease off.

Magnetic force
has dropped to normal, sir.

Warp 13.2, sir.

Computer, for outphase condition,

will reverse field achieve closure?

Affirmative, if M7 factor maintained.

Mr. Scott, reverse polarity
on your magnetic probe.

Reverse polarity?

That is correct, Mr. Scott.

That will take some doing.
What purpose could it..?

Please commence. I'll explain.

You were correct in your "feel."

The Enterprise was put through
a molecular transporter

and reassembled out of phase.

Reverse polarity
should seal the incision.

No time for theory.
I just hope you're right.

Twenty seconds, Mr. Spock.

I'm doing the best I can. Wait.

It's stuck.

It's stuck. Push the button.

Please continue, Mr. Scott.

Don't be a fool. Push the button.

It's your last chance.

Don't be sentimental. Push it.

I'm gonna die anyway.

Please continue.

It's loose. But there's no time.
Push the button.

Nine seconds, eight seconds,
seven seconds,

six seconds, five seconds,
four seconds,

three seconds, two seconds, one.

Mr. Spock, now.

Warp 14.1.

Warp 14.

Magnetic forces steady.

Warp 13.9 and dropping.

Mr. Scott,
you have accomplished your task.

You might at least say thank you.

For what purpose, Mr. Scott?

- What is it in you humans..?
- Never mind.

- That requires an overwhelming
display of emotion

in a situation such as this?

Two men pursue the only reasonable
course of action indicated

and yet you feel
that something else is necessary.

Who have you come for?

Form a circle.

You see? You'd better tell us.

Tell us. Who have you come for?

Who have you come for?

You're a very determined woman.
For me?

I am for James T. Kirk.

Gentlemen, I need your help.

Please.

I must touch you. I beg it.
It is my existence.

We've seen the results
of your touch.

But you are my match, James Kirk.
I must touch you.

Then I will live as one,
even to the structure of your cells,

the arrangement of chromosomes.

That is how you kill.

You'll never reach me.

- Watch out!
- I am for McCoy.

That computer must be
programming these replicas.

Women match our chromosome
patterns after they touch us.

It's a very painful affair,
I can tell you.

- I am for Sulu.
- Shift positions.

Captain, we can no longer
protect each other.

Spock! The computer! Destroy it!

Oh, Mr. Spock,
I certainly am glad to see you.

I thought the Enterprise
had been destroyed.

I had the same misgivings
about you, captain.

We returned and picked up your
life-form readings only a moment ago.

Returned from where?

From where this brain
had the power to send the Enterprise:

990.7 light years across the galaxy.

What a remarkable culture this is.

Was, Mr. Spock.
Its defences were run by computer.

I surmised that, captain.
Its moves were immensely logical.

But what people created this?
Are there any representatives here?

There were replicas of one of them.

But that power to re-create them
has been destroyed.

That is a loss, captain.

Well, you wouldn't have thought so,
Mr. Spock, if you'd been among us.

My fellow Kalandans, welcome.

A disease has destroyed us.
Beware of it.

After your long journey, I'm sorry
to give you only a recorded welcome.

But we who have guarded
the outpost for you

will be dead by the time
you take possession of this planet.

I am the last
of our advanced force left alive.

Too late the physicians discovered
the cause of the sickness that kills us.

In creating this planet,

we have accidentally produced
a deadly organism.

I have awaited the regular supply ship
from home for medical assistance,

but I doubt now
whether it will arrive in time.

I will set the outpost controls
on automatic.

The computer will selectively defend
against all life forms but our own.

My fellow Kalandans,

I, Losira, wish you well.

The previous ships

probably spread the disease
all through their people.

The supply ship
that she was waiting for never came.

All these thousands of years

she's been waiting to greet people
who were dead.

To do the job of defence,

the computer projected a replica
of the only image available:

Losira's.

The computer was too perfect.

It projected so much
of Losira's personality into the replica

that it felt regret, guilt, at killing.

That bought us the time
we needed to destroy it.

She must have been
a remarkable woman.

And beautiful.

Beauty is transitory, doctor.

However, she was,
evidently, highly intelligent.

Kirk to Enterprise. Five to beam up.

- I don't agree with you, Mr. Spock.
- Indeed, captain?

Beauty

survives.