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All observation stations,
take final readings.

This will be our last orbit.

Spock.

Any answers?

I still read a suggestion
of carbon-cycle life forms

on the planet's surface, captain.

Which is scientifically impossible
under conditions there.

Agreed.

Mr. Sulu, switch to the planet area
I have under observation.

I'm reading it now, Mr. Spock.

It seems to indicate artificial power
being generated in factor 7 quantities.

Which would indicate
a considerable civilisation there.

What's all this poppycock
about life forms on this planet, Spock?

The surface is molten lava.
The atmosphere is poisonous.

Our readings could be false, captain,

perhaps caused
by some natural phenomena.

Well, I think Starfleet should forget
about those old space legends.

There's no intelligent life here.

Lieutenant.
Anything from the planet?

I've repeatedly tried
on every hailing frequency, sir.

There's no response on any channel.

Transmit to Starfleet
our sensor readings

and log entries on the planet.

Surface conditions
make it impossible

for us to beam down
and investigate further.

We are therefore going on
to our next assignment.

- Aye, aye, sir.
- Completing final orbit, sir.

Prepare to warp us out.

Alert status.

We're being scanned, captain.
A deep probe, incredibly swift.

Jim.

Captain Kirk, I believe.

A pleasure
to make your acquaintance, sir.

- Uhura...
- No need

to check
your voice-telegraph device.

- Do I gather that you recognise me?
- I recognise what you appear to be.

And appearances
can be most deceiving.

But not in this case, James Kirk.

I am Abraham Lincoln.

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.

Spock.

Fascinating.

I have been described in many ways,
Mr. Spock,

but never with that word.

I was requesting your analysis,
Spock.

They did scan us and our vessel,
captain.

And doubtless
obtained sufficient information

to present this illusion.

Illusion?

Captain, will you permit me
to come aboard your vessel?

No doubt you have devices
which can check my reality.

We'd be honoured
to have you aboard,

Mr. President.

Do you still measure time
in minutes?

We can convert to it, sir.

Then you should be directly
over my position in...

There.

Exactly 12 and one half minutes.

Until then, captain.

Thank you, Mr. Lemli.

Small change occurring there,
captain.

- Magnification 4, helm.
- Aye, aye, sir.

An area of approximately
1,000 square kilometres.

It measures completely Earth-like.

Perfect oxygen-nitrogen atmosphere,
sir.

He called it to the second, sir.

We'll be over it
in exactly 12 minutes, now.

Security, send a detachment
to the Transporter Room immediately,

phaser side arms, and be prepared
to give presidential honours.

Jim, do you really believe
he's Abraham Lincoln?

Well, it's obvious he believes it.

Oh, Dr. McCoy, Mr. Spock,
full dress uniforms.

Full dress? Presidential honours?

What is all this nonsense,
Mr. Dickerson?

I understand President Lincoln's
coming aboard, sir.

Oh, you're daft, man.

All I know, sir,
is what the captain tells me,

and he says he'll have the hide of
the first man that so much as smiles.

I'd have expected sanity
from the ship's surgeon, at least.

President Lincoln, indeed.

No doubt to be followed by Louis
of France and Robert the Bruce.

If so, we'll execute appropriate
honours to each, Mr. Scott.

- Aye, sir.
- Gentlemen.

I don't for a moment believe

that President Lincoln
is actually coming aboard.

But we're dealing with an unknown,
apparently highly advanced life form.

Until we know,

when in Rome,
we'll do as the Romans do.

Bridge to Transporter Room.
One minute to overhead position.

Locked onto something.

Does that appear human to you,
Mr. Spock?

Fascinating.

For a moment,
it appeared almost mineral.

Like living rock
with heavy fore claws.

It's settling down now
to completely human readings.

We can beam it aboard
anytime now, sir.

Dr. McCoy.

Take tricorder readings,
and see if it is human.

Appropriate ruffles and flourishes,
Mr. Spock.

Security, stand ready.

Phaser team,
set ready for heavy stun.

Band honours ready, captain.

Energize.

The USS Enterprise is honoured
to have you aboard, Mr. President.

Strange.

Where are the musicians?

That's taped music, sir.

A starship on active duty
never carries an honour detachment.

Taped music, you say.

Well, perhaps Mr. Spock
will be good enough

to explain that to me later.

A most interesting way
to come aboard, captain.

What was the device used?

An energy-matter scrambler, sir.

The molecules in your body
are converted into energy,

then beamed into this chamber

and reconverted back
into their original pattern.

Well, since I'm obviously here

and quite whole,

whatever you mean
apparently works very well indeed.

Gentlemen, if those are weapons,
please lower them.

At my age,
I'm afraid I'm not very dangerous.

Human, Jim.

All too human, Dr. McCoy.
Happy to make your acquaintance, sir.

Mr. President.

May I present my officers?

Commander Spock,
second in command,

Engineering Officer Scott
and Security Officer Dickerson.

Mr. Spock, Mr. Scott, Mr. Dickerson.

Gentlemen,
I hope to talk to each of you.

But meanwhile, your captain
is consumed with questions,

and I shall do my utmost
to answer them.

And I trust your duties will permit time
to answer some of mine.

At your service, captain.

Lieutenant Dickerson, you
and your men may return to quarters.

Mr. President.

- Spock.
- A most interesting vessel.

Just what was it you locked onto
before you beamed him aboard?

You heard Mr. Spock yourself.

Mineral, he called it. Like living rock.

- And that became Lincoln.
- I couldn't tell.

May have been another figure
down there standing by.

What do you make of it?

I'm not quite sure.

Captain's log, stardate 5906.4.

Who or what has been beamed
aboard our vessel?

An alien who has changed himself
into this form? An illusion?

I cannot conceive it possible

that Abraham Lincoln could have
actually been reincarnated.

And yet his kindness,
his gentle wisdom, his humour,

everything about him is so right.

Yes, if I recall, your Union army
observation balloons

were tendered 600 or so feet high.

We're 643 miles
above the surface of this planet.

You can measure great distances
that closely?

We do, sir.

Six hundred forty-three miles,
2,021 feet, 2.04 inches,

at this moment,
using your old-style measurements.

Bless me.

Excuse me, Captain Kirk.

- Yes, lieutenant.
- Mr. Scott...

What a charming Negress.

Forgive me, my dear.

I know that in my time,
some used that term

as a description of property.

But why should I object
to that term, sir?

You see, in our century,
we've learned not to fear words.

May I present our communications
officer, Lieutenant Uhura?

The foolishness of my century

had me apologising
where no offence was given.

We've each learned
to be delighted with what we are.

The Vulcans learned that
centuries before we did.

It is basic
to the Vulcan philosophy, sir.

The combination of a number of things
to make existence worthwhile.

Yes, philosophy of Nome,
meaning "all."

How did I know that?

Just as I seem to know
that on the planet's surface,

you will meet
one of the greatest living Vulcans

in all the long history of your planet.

My mind cannot recall his name,

but I know he will be there.

What is it that powers your vessel,
captain?

- May I see your engine room?
- Certainly.

Our engineering officer...

Has been waiting in the briefing room
for you, sir, for over two hours.

Oh, dear.

If you'll forgive me,
our communications officer...

I would be delighted
to have her as guide.

Forgive me again.
We'll rejoin you shortly.

Where the devil are they?

They're probably looking up
a plate of haggis in the galley.

They've been everywhere else.

Sorry to have been delayed,
gentlemen.

Jim, I would be the last to advise you
on your command image...

I doubt that, Bones, but continue.

Do I have to lay it out for you?

Practically the entire crew's seen you
treat this impostor like the real thing,

when he can't possibly
be the real article.

Lincoln died three centuries ago

on a planet
hundreds of light-years away.

More that direction, engineer.

You're the science officer.
Why aren't you, well,

doing whatever a science officer does
at a time like this?

I am, doctor.
I am observing the alien.

Well, at last.
At least somebody agrees with us.

- He's an alien.
- Yes, of course he's an alien.

And he's potentially dangerous.

Mad. Loony as an Arcturian dogbird.

Gentlemen.

As you know,
Mr. Spock and I have been invited

to beam down to the planet's surface
with him.

- Any comments on that?
- Yes, a big one.

Suddenly, miraculously,
we see a small spot

of Earth-type environment
down there.

Now, is it really there,

or do we just think we see it
down there?

You might beam down
into a sea of molten lava.

But why would he wanna kill
only two of us?

It would be illogical.
With such abilities,

they could as easily trick us
into destroying the entire vessel.

Are you implying, Mr. Spock,

that it's probably safe
to beam down there?

No, I'm not, doctor.

There's no doubt they want us
down there for some hidden purpose.

Otherwise, they would have revealed
some logical reason for all of this.

Why Lincoln, Spock?
Any speculation on that?

Speculation is unnecessary, captain.
The answer is clear.

President Lincoln has always been
a very personal hero to you.

What better way
to titillate your curiosity

than to make him come alive
for you?

But not only to me, Spock.

Agreed.
I too experienced his charm.

It is a magnificent work
of duplication.

But he holds
a special involvement to you, Jim.

And I think it's interesting,
inasmuch as you're the one

who's going to make the decision
whether to beam down or not.

Don't do it, captain.

The very reason
for the existence of our starships

is contact with other life.

Although the method
is beyond our comprehension,

we have been offered contact.

Therefore, I shall beam down.
Mr. Spock, as for you...

Captain, since I was included
in the invitation to make contact,

I must beam down with you.

- You're both out of your head.
- Aye, sir.

And you're on the edge
of insubordination.

Would I be on the edge
of insubordination

to remind the captain that this smells
of something happening to him

that I might not be able to patch
back together again?

Aye.

Gentlemen, your concern is noted
and appreciated.

Mr. Spock, standard dress,
tricorders and phasers.

We will guide President Lincoln
to the Transporter Room.

We'll beam down immediately.

Standing by, Mr. Scott.

Transporter Room to Bridge,
standing by.

We are now locked
in synchronous orbit, Mr. Scott.

Sensors continue to show the area

as completely Earth-like
in all respects.

If they are wrong
and they do beam into a pool of lava...

Then they're dead men.
I couldn't pull them back in time.

All right, Mr. Scott. Energize.

Scotty.

Captain.

Our phasers and tricorders
did not beam down with us.

Kirk to Enterprise. Enterprise?
Enterprise, come in.

Kirk to Enterprise.

Enterprise, come in.

Undamaged, yet something
is preventing them from functioning.

Come in, landing party. Report.

Enterprise to Captain Kirk.
Can you read us?

If they're all right,
they should have reported in.

- Your explanation, sir?
- Well, I have none.

To me,
this seems quite as it should be.

Why were our weapons taken?

Why can't we communicate
with our ship?

Please, believe me. I know nothing
other than what I already told you.

The game is over.
We've treated you with courtesy.

We've gone along with what
and who you think you are.

Despite the seeming contradictions,
all is as it appears to be.

I am Abraham Lincoln.

Just as I am whom I appear to be.

- Surak.
- Who?

The greatest of all
who ever lived on our planet, captain.

The father of all we became.

All-ship system going dead.

Switch to reserve power.

All decks, report status.

All decks, report status.
All decks, report status.

Bridge to Engineering. Come in.
What's happening to our power?

Bridge to Engineering. Report.

Everything's out.
We've switched to reserve power.

We've lost all power
in the warp engines.

How is it, Mr. Sulu?

No answer yet on what caused it.
They're standing by.

Shut down all
but the most necessary systems.

- No damage report, Mr. Scott.
- No indication of engine damage, sir.

- Engage restart cycle.
- I can't. I don't understand.

- Start emergency procedures.
- Aye, aye, sir.

Live long and prosper, Spock.

May you also, Captain Kirk.

It is not logical that you are Surak.

There is no fact, extrapolation of fact,
or theory,

which would make possible...

Whatever I am,
would it harm you to give response?

Live long and prosper,
image of Surak,

father of all we now hold true.

The image of Surak read in your face
what is in your mind, Spock.

As I turned and my eyes beheld you,
I displayed emotion.

I beg forgiveness.

The cause was more than sufficient.

Let us speak no further of it.

In my time,
we knew not of earthmen.

I am pleased to see
that we have differences.

May we together become greater
than the sum of both of us.

Spock, we'll not go along
with these charades any longer.

You will have an answer soon,
captain.

Our world is called Excalbia.

Countless who live on that planet
are watching.

Before this drama unfolds,

we give welcome
to the ones named Kirk and Spock.

We know nothing of your world,
or your customs.

What do you mean,

"drama about to unfold"?

You're intelligent life form,

so I am surprised you do not perceive
the honour we do you.

Have we not created in this place
on our planet

a stage identical to your own world?

We perceive that we were invited
to come down here,

and we came in friendship.

And you have deprived us

of our instruments
to examine your world,

to defend ourselves,
to communicate with our vessel.

Your objection is well taken.

We shall communicate
with your vessel

so that your fellow life forms
may also enjoy and profit

from the play.

Behold.

Captain, Mr. Spock, some of these
you may know through history.

Genghis Khan, for one.

And Colonel Green,
who led a genocidal war

early in the 21 st century on Earth.

Zora, who experimented
with the body chemistry

of subject tribes on Tiburon.

Kahless the Unforgettable,

the Klingon who set the pattern
for his planet's tyrannies.

We welcome the vessel Enterprise

to our solar system
and to our spectacle.

Well, at least the captain
and Spock are safe.

It's a confrontation of some sort.

Those are all figures out of history.
Notoriously evil.

We ask you to observe with us

the confrontation
of the two opposing philosophies

you term "good" and "evil."

Since this is our first experiment
with earthlings,

our theme is a simple one:

Survival.

Life and death.

Your philosophies are alien to us,

and we wish to understand them
and discover which is the stronger.

We learn
by observing such spectacles.

What do you mean, "survival"?

The word is explicit.

If you and Spock survive,
you return to your vessel.

If you do not,

your existence is ended.

Can we beam the captain
and Spock back up?

We don't have the power.

They'll come aboard
a mass of dying flesh.

Well, can we send
the phasers down?

There's nothing we can do, doctor.
Nothing but watch them.

He's skimmed the worst ones
in history to face them.

But they're not real.

Any more than that Lincoln
or Surak.

What do the sensors read?

As life forms. They are living beings.

Could they be aliens,
projecting an illusion?

The readings
are those of humanoids.

Why do you hesitate?

Do you wish further clarification?

Your choice of action is unlimited,
as is your choice of weapons.

Should you wish to use any,
you may fabricate anything you desire

out of what you can find around you.

Captain.

Mr. Spock and I refuse to participate.

You will decide otherwise.

Analysis, Spock.

Why do they want us to fight?

It may be exactly as explained,
captain.

Our concept of good and evil
is strange to them.

Perhaps they wish to determine
which is strongest.

And they'll get their answer
if it kills us.

I'm afraid none of us may leave,
gentlemen,

until we do what it demands of us.

Captain Kirk.

May I speak with you?

I quite agree with your attitude
toward this charade.

It's ridiculous to think
that we should take part in it.

What do you want?

Well, the same as you do.
To get out of here.

I have no quarrel with you,
any more than you have with me.

You're somewhat different

than the way history paints you,
Colonel Green.

History tends to exaggerate.

I suggest we call a halt to this
at once

and see if we can't find some way
out of our difficulties.

My associates are in full agreement
with me.

Captain.

You were tricked into coming here,
weren't you?

So were we all.

Where do you come from?

I can't remember.

Isn't that strange?

My memory
used to be quite remarkable.

Well, wherever it was,
I want to get back.

So it seems to me, captain,
that we have a common cause.

And our enemy is that creature.

What do you propose?

That we combine forces
and reason some way to overcome it.

You were notorious, Colonel Green,

for striking at your enemies
in the midst of negotiating with them.

But that was centuries ago, captain,
and not altogether true.

No, there's much I would change now,
if I could.

Don't let prejudice
and rumour sway you.

Captain.

How can we warn him?

Anyone hurt?

Well, I feel my clothing
is somewhat damaged.

But how delightful to discover
at my age that I can still wrestle.

- Mr. Spock?
- I'm all right, captain.

However, I suggest that we prepare
ourselves for another attack.

No. I think Colonel Green is right.

That rocklike thing is our enemy.
Not those illusions.

For an illusion, my opponent carried
a considerable punch.

Oh, I forgot.
You consider me an illusion too.

The captain speaks wisely.
Those four are not our enemy.

We should arrive together
at a peaceful settlement.

I am disappointed.

You display no interest
in the honour we do you.

We offer you an opportunity
to become our teachers

by demonstrating whether good or evil
is more powerful.

Do you find my body heat distressing,
captain?

You forget the nature of this planet.

I must conclude that your species
requires a cause to fight for.

You may now communicate
with your ship.

Kirk to Enterprise. Enterprise,

come in.

Scott to Engineering.
Report, lieutenant.

Emergency increasing, sir.
Deterioration has just started, sir.

Give me that again, man.
I cannot hear you.

Mr. Scott, I have the captain.

Scotty, do you read me?

Mr. Scott, I have the captain.

Engineering, check for radiation.
Get a repair crew on it at once.

I have already, sir.
We can't seem to stop it.

- Is there a danger of detonation?
- Estimating four hours, sir.

Red alert, captain.
Mr. Scott is standing by.

- What caused the red alert?
- I don't know yet, sir.

- Captain.
- Scotty, beam us up fast.

I cannot.
We have a complete power failure.

We're on emergency
battery power only.

- What happened?
- I can't explain it, sir.

But the matter and antimatter
are in red-zone proximity.

What caused that?

There's no knowing,
and there's no stopping it either.

The shielding is breaking down,

and I estimate four hours
before it goes completely.

Four hours before the ship blows up.

The estimate is quite correct.

Your ship will blow itself to bits
within four hours, captain,

unless you defeat the others
before then.

Is that cause enough to fight for?

What if they defeat us?

To save your ship and your crew,

you have to win.

Scotty, inform Starfleet Command.
Disengage nacelles.

Jettison, if possible.
Mr. Spock, assist him.

Advise and analyse.

Scotty?

Scotty?

Your communicators
no longer function, captain.

You may proceed with the spectacle.

James,

the war is forced upon us.

History repeats itself.

Supplemental log, stardate 5906.5.
Engineer Scott reporting.

The Enterprise is doomed to explode
in two hours

if Captain Kirk is defeated

by the enemy
on the surface of the planet.

The enormous power of the Enterprise
has been neutralised,

and we sit here watching,
unable to assist.

- Did you set the traps?
- Yes.

What'd you find?
What are they doing?

They've done nothing.
They've not armed themselves,

nor prepared for any kind of defence.

- I say attack now and finish them.
- With what, these?

- Better than what they have.
- No, it's not advantage enough.

I wanna make sure
the odds are in our favour.

Overwhelm and devastate.
That's the way to get power

and to hold it.
And I mean to do that.

There's nothing immoral
about fighting an illusion, Mr. Spock.

We play their game, fight,

or lose the ship
and all the crewmen aboard.

And if they are real, captain?

We'll use this

as a base.

It's defensible.

They can't approach
without being seen.

Are we fighting a defensive war,
James?

No, we don't have time.
But if things do go against us,

I want a place to retreat to.

What I wanna do now
is scout them out,

find their weaknesses and attack.

- Do you drink whisky?
- Occasionally, why?

Because you have qualities much like
those of another man I admire greatly.

- General Grant.
- Thank you...

Thank you.

Mr. Spock, we'll need weapons.

I believe the ancient Vulcans
made something like a boomerang.

Yes, captain.

And slings and spears.

Slings. Mr. President,
You used a sling as a boy.

Indeed I did.

Captain.

Logic dictates
that we consider another course.

We don't have much time, Spock.

In my time on Vulcan,
we also faced these same alternatives.

We'd suffered devastating wars,
which nearly destroyed our planet.

Another was about to begin.

We were torn.

But out of our suffering,
some of us found the discipline to act.

We sent emissaries
to our opponents to propose peace.

The first were killed.

But others followed.

Ultimately, we achieved peace,

which has lasted since then.

Circumstances were different then,
Surak.

The face of war has never changed,
captain.

Surely it is more logical
to heal than kill.

I'm afraid that kind of logic
doesn't apply here.

That is precisely why
we should not fight.

My ship is at stake.

I will not harm others, captain.

His convictions are most profound
in this matter, captain.

So are mine, Spock.

If I believed that there was
a peaceful way out of this...

This risk will be mine alone.

If I fail, you'll lose nothing.

After all, I'm no warrior.

The captain knows
that I have fought at his side before

and will do so now, if need be.

However, I too am a Vulcan,
bred to peace.

Let him attempt it.

- You saw how treacherously they act.
- Oh, yes.

But perhaps it's our belief in peace

that is actually being tested.

I have no authority over you.
You may do as you think best.

Thank you.

May you live long and prosper.

The weapons, gentlemen.

In case he fails.

Colonel.

No.

Let's hear what he has to say.
We may find it useful.

Stop there, Vulcan.

- State your purpose.
- I come in peace to propose peace.

Are you surrendering?

I'm doing what I consider best
for all of us.

If you choose to regard that
as surrender,

I accept your definition.

One of those peace lovers, colonel.

Why are you doing this?

Do you speak for the others?

No, I speak for myself
because I abhor violence.

But if you accept the solution I offer,
they too will accept it.

How can I be sure?

I think you're trying to trick me,
Vulcan.

I think that while you're here
talking peace,

the others are preparing to attack.

No, Colonel. They are at their base,
awaiting an answer.

How can I believe that?

No one talks peace unless he's ready
to back it up with war.

He talks peace
if it is the only way to live.

Then tell me,

what do you have to gain
if we accept?

Nothing but the knowledge
that I have done what I believe in.

Well, what do I get out of it?

I fight for gain, Vulcan.

What do I gain here?

Your life and the lives of the others.

You said yourself, colonel,
that we have common cause:

To survive.

Together we can.

But not by warring.

- Why don't we kill him?
- No.

He's our means to finish them all.

Colonel, surely you accept
the logic of this?

- What is your answer?
- You are very persuasive, Vulcan.

I'd like to come out of this
with a whole skin.

Perhaps I can convince
my associates

that it would be to their advantage
also.

Your Surak is a brave man.

Men of peace usually are, captain.

On Vulcan, he is revered
as the father of our civilisation.

The father image
holds much meaning for us.

Do you show emotion, Spock?

I deeply respect
what he has accomplished.

Well, I hope he accomplishes
something here, and soon.

Surak?

Help me, Spock.

Spock, help me.

Mr. Spock.

Your friend wants you.
He seems to be hurt.

Spock. Help me, Spock.

Spock.

Help me.

You can't let him suffer.

They're trying to goad us
into attacking, captain.

They expect us to act rashly.

- Yes, I know that.
- Help me, Spock.

He was aware of what might happen
when he went.

- I should never have let him go.
- You had no choice, captain.

You could not have stopped him.

- How can you ignore that?
- A Vulcan would not cry out so.

Whether he's a Vulcan or not,
he's in agony.

- I am not insensitive to it, captain.
- Help me. Spock.

But you can just listen to it
and do nothing.

I can't.

Captain,
that is what they're waiting for.

They're waiting for us
to attempt a rescue.

I can't just let him stay there.

Perhaps we can rescue him,
Mr. Spock.

I suggest
that we do whatever they want.

Do what they want, sir?

Not the way they want it, however.

We must first convince them

that they have provoked us
to recklessness.

James, I do not mean to presume
upon your authority.

What I propose
is that I circle around to their rear,

while you two provide
a frontal assault.

It should be sufficiently violent
to cover whatever I do.

And what will you do?

Why, slip into their camp
and free him.

- No.
- James, James.

Remember, I was something
of a backwoodsman.

I doubt that you could do
what I was bred to.

- I can't let you risk it, Mr. President.
- Well, I am no longer president.

- Mr. Spock, any comment?
- Help me, Spock.

- No, sir.
- One matter further, gentlemen.

We fight on their level.

With trickery, brutality, finality.
We match their evil.

I know, James.
I was reputed to be a gentle man.

But I was commander in chief

during the four bloodiest years
of my country's history.

I gave orders that sent

100,000 men to their death
at the hands of their brothers.

Now, there's no
honourable way to kill,

no gentle way to destroy.

There is nothing good in war
except its ending.

And you are fighting
for the lives of your crew.

Your campaign, Mr. President.

They should be coming soon.

Zora. Kahless.

No, wait.

- How many did you see?
- Two.

Zora.

Surak.

Surak.

The others have drawn them away.

We will circle around.

It was a worthy effort, Surak.
Worthy.

No need to blame yourself
for its failure.

Help me, Spock.

Help me. Spock.

Now can you cry like Lincoln?

Help me, Kirk.

Help me, Kirk.

- Mr. Lincoln.
- James, stay back.

You are the survivors.

The others have run off.

It would seem that evil retreats
when forcibly confronted.

However, you have failed
to demonstrate to me

any other difference
between your philosophies.

Your good and your evil
use the same methods,

achieve the same results.

Do you have an explanation?

You established the methods
and the goals.

For you to use as you chose.

What did you offer the others?

What they wanted most. Power.

You offered me

the lives of my crew.

I perceive.

You have won their lives.

How many others
have you done this to?

What gives you the right
to hand out life and death?

The same right
that brought you here.

The need to know new things.

- We came in peace.
- And you may go in peace.

Kirk to Enterprise. Come in.

Is that you, captain?
Are you all right?

Yes, Mr. Sulu, we're all right.

You may beam us aboard.

Mr. Scott, report.

The ship is functioning normally
again, sir,

and the restart cycle is in operation.

You'd never know
anything had been out of order.

- I can't fathom it.
- Mr. Sulu.

We should be on warp power
within 30 minutes, sir.

- Good.
- Mr. Chekov.

The deterioration in the shielding
has stopped, sir,

and is reversing itself.
I have no explanation.

Thank you, Mr. Chekov.

Mr. Spock.

Any explanation?

Conjecture, captain,
rather than explanation.

- Well?
- It would seem that we were held

in the power of creatures
able to control matter

and to rearrange molecules
in whatever fashion was desired.

So they were able to create images
of Surak and Lincoln

after scanning our minds

and using their fellow creatures
as source matter.

They seemed so real.

And to me, especially Mr. Lincoln.

I feel I actually met Lincoln.

Yes. And Surak.

Perhaps, in a sense,
they were real, captain.

Since they were created
out of our own thoughts,

how could they be anything
but what we expected them to be?

It was so hard for me
to see him die again.

I feel I understand
what Earth must have gone through

to achieve final peace.

Captain Kirk,

the planet has resumed
its normal appearance.

There is still so much of their work
to be done in the galaxy, Spock.

Mr. Sulu, break us out of orbit
and continue to our next assignment.

Aye, aye, sir.