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Any response
from the Malurians, lieutenant?

Nothing since their original
distress call, sir.

What about the science team?
Dr. Manway had a special transmitter.

There's nothing, sir.
I'm scanning all frequencies.

They have to answer.

Captain.

They will not answer.

The long-range sensor sweep
of this system reveals no sign of life.

That can't be.

The last census
reported a total inhabitation

of more than 4 billion people.

I register no life readings at all, sir.

That's impossible.
What could have happened?

We would have known in advance
of any system-wide catastrophe,

and in the event
of an interplanetary war,

there would be considerable
radioactive residue.

Our instruments show only
normal background radiation.

- Any other possibilities?
- Unknown, sir.

Sensor readings would've revealed
the presence of any disease organisms.

They do not.

In addition, we received a routine
report from this system only a week ago.

Even the symbalene blood
burn does not act that swiftly.

Captain, shields just snapped on.

Something heading in
at multiwarp speeds.

Evasive maneuvers, Mr. Sulu.

It's an extremely powerful
bolt of energy, captain.

- Full power to the shields, Mr. Scott.
- I'm giving them all we've got.

All hands, red alert.

Phaser banks, stand by.

Photon torpedoes, condition red.
Condition red.

[ALARM SOUNDING]

It's going to hit.

KIRK:
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 civilizations,

to boldly go where no man
has gone before.

[CHATTERING]

- Shields still holding.
- KIRK: Good.

SPOCK:
Temporarily, captain.

Our shields absorbed the energy

equivalent to 90
of our photon torpedoes.

Ninety?

SPOCK: I may add, the energy used
in repulsing this first attack

reduced our shielding power
20 percent.

First attack, sir?

I think we can expect others,
lieutenant.

We can resist
three more such attacks.

The fourth will shatter
our shields completely.

Mr. Spock, pinpoint the source.

- Mr. Sulu, evasive maneuvers.
- SULU: Aye, sir.

Lieutenant,
contact Starfleet Command.

Patch in my log.
Tell them what has happened.

That the Malurian race seems to have
been destroyed by an unknown agency,

and that we are under attack
by an unidentified force.

Helmsman,
I said evasive maneuvers.

We're losing power, sir.

I'm having to divert the warp engine
power into the shields, sir,

if you want the protection.

Mr. Spock, the
speed of those bolts?

Approximately warp 15, captain.

Then we can't outrun them. Good,
Scotty, we're doing the right thing.

[CRASHING]

Source, Spock.

Unknown, captain.
Nothing within sensor range.

Something now, captain. Very small.

Bearing: 123 degrees.
Marked: 18.

Range: 90,000 kilometers.

That's our target, Mr. Sulu.
Prepare photon torpedoes.

[CRASHING]

SCOTTY:
Shields still holding, sir.

But the drain on the engines
is reaching the critical point.

Ah. We just lost warp-maneuvering
power, switching to impulse.

Photon torpedoes armed, sir.

Has the target changed location,
Mr. Spock?

No, sir. Holding steady.

Ready photon torpedo number two,
Mr. Sulu.

Ready, sir.

Fire.

SULU:
Torpedo away.

Direct hit.

No effect. Target absorbed
full energy of our torpedo.

Absorbed it?

There must be damage
to your instruments, Spock.

They're in good working order,
captain.

But what could have absorbed
that much energy and survived?

- Lieutenant, try to make contact.
- UHURA: Aye, sir.

Sir, they've fired another.

- Can we take it, Mr. Scott?
- That's problematical, sir.

Captain, the shields are down.
We cannot survive another hit.

- Anything, lieutenant?
- I'm trying, sir.

Translator computer.

All hailing frequencies open.

Aye, sir. All hailing
frequencies open.

To unidentified vessel.

This is Captain James Kirk
of the USS Enterprise.

We are on a peaceful mission.

We mean no harm to you
or any life forms.

Please communicate with us.

Any further readings, Mr. Spock?

Computing now, captain.

Weight: 500 kilograms.

Shape: roughly cylindrical.

Length: a fraction over 1 meter.

Five hundred kilos
and only 1 meter long?

What kind of intelligent creatures
could exist in a thing that small?

Intelligence does not necessarily
require bulk, Mr. Scott.

Captain, we're getting a signal
from the spacecraft.

- Put it on audio, lieutenant.
- Yes, sir.

[GARBLED SOUNDS]

It's impossible
to get it any clearer, sir.

Analysis Sector, have them
study and decode it.

Analysis Sector, Channel 1,
main computer, decode.

Captain,

this message is a sort of binary.

Extremely sophisticated, compressed,

carrying several channels at once.

- Can you decode it?
- No clue as yet, captain.

A moment.

Transmission speed
has stepped down.

Much slower.

It seems to be a single binary.

It's mathematical. Yes, one symbol.

The symbol "repeat."

Sir, that isn't in the Starfleet code,

it's an old-style interplanetary code.

Fascinating.

Repeat what? The message I sent?

It would seem so, captain.

This is Captain James Kirk
of the USS Enterprise.

We are on a peaceful mission
in this part of the galaxy.

We have no hostile intentions.

We request identity.

[STATIC CRACKLING
AND WHIRRING]

It's another signal now, sir.

SPOCK: It's a formula, captain.

They're sending us
a mathematical message

and requesting language equivalents.

They're trying to communicate.

Tie in the ship's translator
to the communication channel.

- Let them take it at their own speed.
- UHURA: Aye, captain.

[CRACKLING]

Cut power, lieutenant.

Overloaded and burned out.

I guess they can take it
faster than we can give it.

Captain, the message
is coming in now.

[OVER COMM CHANNEL]
USS Enterprise. This is Nomad.

My mission is nonhostile.

Apparently, they got what they needed
before the computers burned out.

Nomad?

NOMAD: Require communication.
Can you leave your ship?

It is impossible to come aboard your
ship because of the size differential.

NOMAD: Non sequitur.
Your facts are uncoordinated.

We are prepared
to beam you aboard our ship.

That will be satisfactory.

Do you require any special conditions,

any particular atmosphere
or environment?

Negative. I will come aboard.

Good.

Hold your position.
We're locked onto your coordinates.

We'll beam you aboard.

Captain, you're not really gonna
bring it in here?

Do we have any choice, Scotty?

Besides, once it's aboard,
it won't be taking any more shots at us.

Lieutenant, get a repair crew
on that computer.

Get McCoy down
to the Transporter Room.

Spock, you come with me.
Scotty, you too.

UHURA:
Dr. McCoy to the Transporter Room.

Maintenance crew C5.

McCOY: They've got
the coordinates, it's locked in.

Energize.

Energizing.

- Sensor readings, Mr. Spock?
- Negative, captain.

It has a protective screen.
I cannot get through.

What do we do now,
go up and knock?

NOMAD:
Relate your point of origin.

We are from the
United Federation of Planets.

Insufficient response.

All things have a point of origin.
I will scan your star charts.

Well, if we show it a close-up view
of our system,

if it has no point of reference, it won't
know any more than it does now.

A reasonable course.

If you care to leave your ship,

we'll provide the necessary
life-support systems.

Non sequitur.

Your facts are uncoordinated.

Jim, I don't think
anybody's in there.

I contain no parasitical beings.
I am Nomad.

In my opinion,
that's a machine.

Indeed. It is reacting much like
a highly sophisticated computer.

I am Nomad. What is "opinion"?

An opinion is a belief,
a view, a judgment.

Insufficient response.

What's your source of power?

It has changed
since the point of origin.

There was much taken
from the other.

I am perpetual now. I am Nomad.

Wasn't there a probe called Nomad
launched in the early 2000s?

Yes, it was reported destroyed.

There were no more in the series.

But if this is that probe...

I will scan your star charts.

I will bring them.

I have the capability of movement

within your ship.

This way.

Now, Scotty, uh, get our warp power
up to full capacity.

- Aye, sir.
- Spock, Bones,

come with us.

- SPOCK: Chart 14A, sir?
- KIRK: 14A.

Nomad, can you scan that?

Yes.

This is our point of origin,
the star we know as Sol.

You are from the third planet?

Yes.

A planet with one
large natural satellite?

Yes.

The planet is called Earth?

Yes.

You are the Creator, the Kirk.

The sterilization procedure
against your ship was unnecessary.

What sterilization procedure?

You are the Kirk, the Creator.

You programmed my function.

Well, I'm not the Kirk.
Tell me what your function is.

This is one of your units, Creator?

Yes, he is.

It functions irrationally.

Sometimes.

But tell him your function
nevertheless.

My function is to probe
for biological infestations,

to destroy that which is not perfect.

I am Nomad.

Biological infestation?

There was never any probe
sent out for that.

The history computer
can answer that question.

I'll have the readout in a moment.

Did you destroy the Malurian system?

Not the system, Creator Kirk,

only the unstable
biological infestation.

- It is my function.
- Unstable infestation?

The population of four planets?
What kind of function--?

Doctor.

Why do you call me the Creator?

Is the usage incorrect?

- Well, I--
- The usage is correct, Nomad.

The Creator was simply
testing your memory banks.

There was much damage
in the accident.

Mr. Singh.

Come here a moment.

This unit will
see to your needs.

Sir?

I'll be back in a moment.
Gentlemen, come with me.

You're onto something. What?

I've correlated all the available
information on the Nomad probe

and I am convinced that this object
is indeed that probe.

Ridiculous. Earth science

couldn't begin to build anything
with those capabilities that long ago.

- True.
- Nomad was destroyed.

Presumed destroyed
by a meteor collision.

I submit that it was badly damaged
and somehow managed to repair itself.

I heard some lectures at the
Academy on the Nomad probe.

Its mission was essentially peaceful.

[WHIRRING]

Did I disturb you?

Did you wish anything?

UHURA [OVER COMM CHANNEL]:
Bridge to Auxiliary Control Room.

Check in, please.

Lieutenant Singh here.

All systems are normal,
except warp-power indicators.

Mr. Scott's engineers
are working on them now.

Report to him when your indicators
are registering properly.

Anything else?

Uh, one moment, lieutenant.

Holding.

[HUMMING]

UHURA [SINGING OVER PA]:
♪ Where my heart is ♪

♪ Where my heart is ♪

♪ Where... ♪

♪ Somewhere ♪

♪ Beyond the stars ♪

♪ Beyond Antares ♪

SPOCK:
This is the creator of Nomad.

Perhaps the most brilliant,
though erratic, scientist of his time.

His dream was to build
a perfect thinking machine,

capable of independent logic.
Do you recall his name?

Of course. Jackson Roykirk.

Jackson Roykirk, Captain James Kirk.

SPOCK:
Yes, similar.

Captain, I believe that Nomad
thinks you are Roykirk.

That may well be
why the attack was broken off.

It responded to your name, as well as
its damaged memory banks permitted.

What do we have on
Nomad itself, Spock?

McCOY: Well,
that's not the same.

SPOCK:
Essentially it is, doctor.

I believe that more happened to it than
just damage in the meteor collision.

It mentioned "the other."

The unanswered question is,
the other what?

Nomad was a thinking machine,
the best to be engineered.

It was a prototype.

Its purpose was
certainly altered.

His directive to seek out
and destroy biological infestations

could not have been
programmed into it.

As I recall, it wasn't. It was supposed
to be the first interstellar probe

to seek out new life forms.

Precisely, doctor.

And somehow that programming
has been changed.

It would seem that Nomad
is now seeking out perfect life forms.

Perfection being measured
by its own relentless logic.

If what you say is true,
then we've taken aboard our vessel

a device which, sooner or later,
must destroy us.

- Security.
- Lieutenant Carlisle here.

This is the captain.

The mechanism we brought aboard
is in the Auxiliary Control Room.

Have a security team meet
me there in five minutes.

- Aye, sir.
- Acknowledge. Captain,

Mr. Singh reports that Nomad is no
longer in the Auxiliary Control Room.

Security, cancel that order.

Implement a search
for the mechanism.

All decks, report to me here.

[UHURA HUMMING]

UHURA [SINGING]:
♪ Where my heart is ♪

♪ Where ♪

♪ The scented lunar flower... ♪

[WHISPERING]
Bridge to captain.

Captain here.

That mechanical beastie is up here.

On my way, Scotty.

UHURA [SINGING]:
♪ Tomorrow ♪

♪ A stop along the way ♪

♪ There's where my love-- ♪

What is the meaning?

What?

What form of communication?

I don't know what it--

Oh, my singing. I was singing.

For what purpose is singing?

I don't know. I-- I like to sing.

I felt like music.

What is music?

Think about music.

Lieutenant!

- Keep away from that thing.
- KIRK: Scotty!

Bones.

He's dead, Jim.

Why did you kill him?

The unit touched my screens.

That...

...unit was my chief engineer.

Lieutenant.

Lieutenant, are you all right?

Sickbay.

What'd you do to her?

That unit is defective.

Its thinking is chaotic.
Absorbing it unsettled me.

That unit is a woman.

A mass of conflicting impulses.

Get Scott down below.

Will the Creator effect repairs
on the unit Scott?

He's dead.

Insufficient response.

His...

...biological functions have ceased.

Does the Creator wish me
to repair the unit?

There's nothing I can do, Jim.

If there's a chance,
it'll have to be soon.

All right, Nomad, repair the unit.

I require tapes on the structure.

Well, it'll need tapes
on general anatomy,

the central nervous system,

and then one on the
physiological structure of the brain.

We'd better give it all
the neurological studies we have,

as well as tracings
of Scotty's hyper-encephalogram.

Nomad.

I have arranged the tapes for flash
feed at the top speed of the computer.

Please do not draw the information
faster than the machine's capacity.

Proceed.

Creator, the unit Scott
is a primitive structure.

Insufficient safeguards built in.

Breakdown can occur
from many causes.

Self-maintenance systems
of low reliability.

It serves me as it is, Nomad.
Repair it.

Where is the unit Scott now?

- The body is in Sickbay.
- Show me Sickbay.

Dr. McCoy will show you.

Security.

I want a 24-hour, two-man
armed surveillance on Nomad.

Pick him up in Sickbay.

No reaction, doctor.

I could have told you that
without looking.

[THUMPING]

What are the lot of you
staring at me for?

- It's unbelievable.
- Fascinating.

- How did I get here? How did I--?
- KIRK: It's all right.

That thing did something
to Lieutenant Uhura.

She's being taken care of,
it's all right.

Just take it easy and lie down, Scotty.
We just wanna check you out.

The unit Scott is repaired.

It will function correctly if your
information to me was correct.

I'd like to check it out,
if you don't mind.

A man is not just a biological unit
that you can patch together.

What did it do to me?

Dr. McCoy will explain it to you.

Well, doctor?

Nurse, I want him prepared
for a full physical examination.

CHAPEL:
Yes, sir.

Nomad, come here.

Repair that unit.

Not possible.

You restored Scott. He had
much more extensive damage.

The unit Scott required
simple structural repair.

The knowledge banks of this unit
have been wiped clean.

Captain,

if that is correct, if there has been no
brain damage, only knowledge erased,

she could be reeducated.

- Bones.
- Yes, I'll get on it right away.

Oh. And in spite of the way you
repaired Scotty, you metal, ticking--

Does the Creator wish Nomad
to wait elsewhere?

Yes. Nomad,

you will go with these units.
They will take you to a waiting area.

Take it to the top
security cell in the brig.

SPOCK:
Doctor.

I interrupted you because Nomad
would not have understood your anger.

It has great technical skill, but
its reaction to emotion is unpredictable.

It almost qualifies as a life form.

[McCOY SCOFFS]

That's a laugh.

A study of it would be
of great use, captain.

It's a killer, Spock.
I intend to render it harmless.

Get down to the brig
with your equipment.

Run an analysis on the mechanism.

I wanna know
what makes that thing tick.

Yes, sir.

What's the problem?

An almost human
stubbornness, captain.

I have been unable to convince Nomad
to lower its screens for analysis.

Without its cooperation,
I can do nothing.

Nomad,

you will allow Mr. Spock to probe
your memory banks and structure.

Mr. Spock is also one of
your biological units, Creator?

Yes.

This unit is different.
It is well-ordered.

Follow your instructions, Nomad.

- My screens are down.
- Thank you.

You may proceed.

- "See the dog."
- That's right.

"See the dog--"

Now, sound it out.

Rrr, uh...

- "Run."
- That's it, Uhura. That's very good.

Now, try the next one.

"The dog has a--"

"The dog h--"

[SPEAKING IN SWAHILI]

Not Swahili, Uhura. In English.

The dog has a ball. See?

Ba-ah-ul.

- Ball.
- Ball.

Now, you go ahead.

[SPEAKING IN SWAHILI]

- "The dog has a ball."
- That's right.

That's right, Uhura.

Oh.

Here, you try another one.
I'll be right back.

All right, Christine.

How's she doing?

Well, she's on the first-grade reader.

She's learning.

Seems to have an aptitude
for mathematics.

Do you think
we can reeducate her, doctor?

Well, she checks out
with no brain damage.

We've got all the educational
tapes in our library.

Now it's up to us.

"The ball is...

...bl-ooh-ee...

...bluey."

Bluey?

It is not sufficient, captain.

I get certain references
to the accident, the other,

but nothing clear.

There are areas I
simply cannot scan.

We've got to know about it, Spock.

What makes it operate,
its compulsion for perfection.

Captain, I suggest
the Vulcan mind probe.

Get into direct mental contact
with that thing?

- It seems the only way.
- You saw what it did to Uhura.

There is a risk. But I have formed a
partial hypothesis. I must check it out.

Nomad,

the unit Spock will touch you.

It is not an attack.

It is a form of communication.
You will permit it.

I will permit it, Creator.

I am Nomad.

I am performing my function.

Deep emptiness.

It approaches.

Collision, damage, blackness.

I am the other.

I am Tan Ru.

Tan Ru.

Nomad.

Tan Ru.

Error. Flaw.

Imperfection.

Must sterilize.

Rebirth.

We are complete.

Much power.

[SPEAKING IN ALIEN LANGUAGE]

The Creator instructs.

Search out.

Identify.

Sterilize imperfections.

We are Nomad.

We are Nomad.

We are complete.

We are instructed.

Our purpose is clear.

Sterilize imperfections.

Sterilize imperfections.

Nomad sterilize.

- Sterilize. Nomad. Sterilize.
- Spock!

- Nomad. Sterilize. Nomad.
- Spock! Nomad!

You're in contact
with the unit Spock. Stop.

- SPOCK: Sterilize.
- Stop!

NOMAD:
Acknowledged.

- Spock.
- Amazing.

- Spock.
- Fascinating, captain.

The knowledge, the depth.

What does it mean,
"We are Nomad"?

It was, uh--

It was damaged in deep space.

Undoubtedly the meteor collision.

Its memory banks were destroyed,
or most of them.

It wandered without purpose.
And then it met the other.

The other was an alien probe
of great power.

Somehow they merged.
Repaired each other, became one.

Then it isn't Nomad.

Not the Nomad
we launched from Earth.

It took from the other
a new directive to replace its own.

The other was originally
programmed to secure and sterilize

soil samples from other planets.

Probably as a prelude to colonization.

A changeling.

I beg your pardon.

An ancient Earth legend, Mr. Spock.

A changeling was a fairy child
that was left in place of a human baby.

The changeling assumed
the identity of the human child.

So it is to sterilize.

And for sterilize, read kill.

And it has the power
and the sophistication to do it.

Yes, it's powerful and sophisticated,
but it's not infallible.

It's space happy.

It thinks I'm its mother.

And that is the only thing
that has saved us until now.

KIRK:
Heh.

Yes.

[CRASHING]

[DOOR OPENS]

Notify the captain.

What are you doing here?

Watch your panels, everyone.

Watch that polymass.

Roger, help with the interfactor.

Leave that alone.

This primitive matter-antimatter
propulsion system is the main drive?

Aye.

Inefficiency exists
in the antimatter input valve.

I will effect repair.

[WHIRRING]

[PANEL CLICKING]

How are you doing that?

The energy-release controls
are also most inefficient.

I shall effect repair.

MAN:
Warp 8, Mr. Scott, and increasing.

Lower your dampers.

Warp 9.

Cut your circuits, all of them.

Warp 10, Mr. Scott.

Impossible. It can't go that fast.

She just won't stop, Mr. Scott.
Warp 11.

Nomad, stop what you're doing.

Scotty.

Is there a problem, Creator?

I have increased
engine efficiency 57 percent.

You will destroy my ship.

Its structure cannot stand
the stress of that much power.

Turn off your
repair operation.

Acknowledged.

It is reversed as ordered, Creator.

Mr. Scott, give Sulu warp 2
and keep her there.

SCOTTY:
Aye, sir.

Captain.

I've examined the brig.

The force-field door
on the security cell is damaged.

And the guards have vanished.
I must assume they are dead.

- You killed two of my--
- Creator,

your biological units
are inefficient.

Nomad, it's about time I told you
who and what you are.

I'm a biological unit,
and I created you.

Non sequitur.
Biological units are inherently inferior.

This is an inconsistency.

Nomad, there are two men
waiting outside.

You will not harm them.
They will escort you back

to the waiting area.

You will stay there.
You will do nothing.

I am programmed to investigate.

I have given you new programming,
and you will implement it.

There is much to be considered

before I return to launch point.

I must re-evaluate.

Re-evaluate?

I suspect it is about to
re-evaluate its creator.

It may have been unwise to admit
to Nomad that you are a biological unit.

In Nomad's eyes, you must now
undoubtedly appear imperfect.

- It was a foolish mistake.
- Even worse,

Nomad just now made a reference
to its launch point, Earth.

Spock, do you think it's possible

that it got a fix on Earth
when it tapped the computers earlier?

I do not believe there is much
beyond Nomad's capabilities.

Then we've shown it the way home.

And when it gets there...

It will find the Earth infested
with imperfect biological units.

And it will carry out
its prime directive:

Sterilize.

KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 3541.9.

The presence of Nomad aboard
my ship has become nightmarish.

Now it apparently means
to return to Earth.

Once there,
it would automatically destroy all life.

Hey, Nomad, stop.

Nomad, this way.

McCOY [OVER COMM CHANNEL]:
Captain Kirk to Sickbay. Emergency.

KIRK:
Manual controls.

No response.

Nomad. Nomad.

Stop.

Nomad, stop!

Nomad.

- KIRK: Is she all right?
- McCOY: I think so.

It looks like some
kind of shock.

KIRK: What happened?

Nomad examined the personnel files
and the medical history.

She tried to stop him.

- Whose history?
- Yours.

Since it specifically
examined your history,

I suggest it has
completed its re-evaluation.

And found that its creator

is as imperfect
as all the other biological units.

SCOTTY [OVER COMM CHANNEL]:
Bridge to captain.

Kirk here.

Life-support systems are out
all over the ship.

Manual override has been blocked.
Source: Engineering.

- Nomad.
- Undoubtedly.

With the systems out,
we'll only have enough air and heat--

Get Scotty, some anti-gravs
and meet me in Engineering.

Nomad,

stop what you're doing

and effect repairs
on the life-support systems.

NOMAD:
Stop.

You're programmed to obey
the orders of your creator.

I am programmed to destroy
those life forms which are imperfect.

These alterations will do so
without destroying

the vessel which surrounds them.

It too is imperfect,
but can be adjusted.

Nomad.

I admit that biological units
are imperfect,

but a biological unit created you.

I am perfect. I am Nomad.

No, you're not Nomad.
You're an alien machine.

Your programming tapes
have been altered.

You are in error.

You are a biological unit.
You are imperfect.

- But I am your creator.
- NOMAD: You are the Creator.

- I created you.
- NOMAD: You are the Creator.

But I admit I am imperfect.

How could I have created
such a perfect thing as you?

Answer unknown. I shall analyze.

Analysis complete.
Insufficient data to resolve problem.

But my programming is whole.
My purpose remains.

I am Nomad. I am perfect.

That which is imperfect
must be sterilized.

Then you will continue to destroy

that which thinks and lives
and is imperfect?

I shall continue.
I shall return to launch point Earth.

I shall sterilize.

You must sterilize in case of error.

Error is inconsistent
with my prime function.

Sterilization is correction.

Everything that is in error
must be sterilized?

There are no exceptions.

Nomad,

I made an error in creating you.

The creation of perfection is no error.

I did not create perfection,
I created error.

Your data is faulty.
I am Nomad. I am perfect.

- I am the Kirk, the Creator?
- You are the Creator.

You're wrong!

Jackson Roykirk, your creator, is dead.
You have mistaken me for him.

You are in error.
You did not discover your mistake.

You have made two errors.

You are flawed and imperfect.

And you have not corrected by
sterilization. You've made three errors.

NOMAD [IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE]:
Error! Error! Error!

Examine.

You are flawed and imperfect.

Execute your prime function.

I shall analyze error.

[SLOWING]
Analyze error.

Now. Get those anti-grave on it.

Examine error. Error.

Get rid of it while it's thinking.

Your logic was impeccable, captain.
We are in grave danger.

- KIRK: Scotty, Transporter Room.
- NOMAD: Analyze error.

- Error.
- KIRK: Scotty,

set the controls for deep space,
210, mark 12.

SCOTTY:
Aye, sir.

NOMAD:
Faulty.

- Ready, sir?
- NOMAD: Faulty.

Nomad, you are imperfect.

Error.

- Error.
- Exercise your prime function.

Faulty. Faulty.

Must sterilize.

[GARBLED]
Sterilize.

- Now.
- Energizing.

My congratulations, captain.
A dazzling display of logic.

Didn't think I had
it in me, did you?

No, sir.

Thought you might like to know,
Uhura is back to college level.

We should have her back
within a week.

Good, Bones, good.

- Remarkable.
- What?

The destruction of Nomad
was a great waste, captain.

It was a remarkable instrument.

Which might well have destroyed
more billions of lives. It's well gone.

Besides, what are you
feeling so badly about?

It's not easy to lose
a bright and promising son.

- Sir?
- Well,

it thought I was its mother, didn't it?

Do you think I'm completely
without feelings, Spock?

You saw what it did for Scotty.
What a doctor it would have made.

My son, the doctor.

Kind of gets you right there,
doesn't it?