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No, Captain, not for us... for V'ger. |
Has not, Doctor and now, because of what we are planning... will not... |
There is no alternative. |
Captain, the orbital device will not be triggered for twentytwo minutes... |
The point... |
The point is, Captain, <U>twentytwo</U> |
V'ger plans to literally <U>meld</U> to reduce both itself and the Creator to patterns... |
... and then to reassemble itself <U>combined</U> with the Creator. The most certain way of obtaining all the Creator's answers. |
There's no way to know. V'ger expected it to be a machine some single entity. All of us here may be reduced into patterns... |
That seems to be what it has planned to have the Creator physically present here. |
Spock, we <U>were</U> its answer! |
Yes, Captain. It needed our mortality, the fear of it, our struggle against it, our fears, our dreams... |
... and the 'foolish' emotions which drive us? |
I prefer your poet Dante's phrase 'the divine restlessness of the human spirit.' |
Admiral, I've been hoping to see you. Maybe you can get through to those thick heads in Starfleet that... |
Why aren't the Enterprise transporters in operation, Mister Scott? |
We're hoping it's only a temporary problem, Admiral... |
See that it is. Take me over, please. |
Admiral, the Enterprise has just finished eighteen months redesign ing and refitting. She needs testing, a shakedown... |
Mr. Scott, there's an alien object with unbelievable destructive power less than three days away from this planet... |
The crew hasn't had near enough transition time with all the new equipment. And the engines, Admiral: they've yet to be even tested at warp power. Add to that, an untried Captain... |
Two and a half years as Chief of Starfleet Operations may have made me a little stale, Mr. Scott but I wouldn't exactly consider myself 'untried.' |
We're losing the pattern...! |
Starfleet, boost your matter gain; we need more signal! |
I appreciate the welcome; I wish the circumstances were less critical. Epsilon Nine is monitoring the intruder; keep a channel open to them. Where is Captain Decker? |
He's in Engineering, sir... He doesn't know. |
Maneuvering thrusters, Mister Sulu. |
Maneuvering thrusters, sir. |
Hold station. |
Thrusters at stationkeeping, sir. |
Ahead Warp One, Mr Sulu. |
Accelerating to Warp One, sir. |
Mr. Sulu, steady as she goes. |
Aye, sir. |
Reduce magnification. Factor 4, Mr. Sulu. |
We're already two settings below that, sir. |
Adjust parallel course, Navigator. Bring us in to one hundred kilometers distance. |
One hundred kilometers... |
Hold relative position here... |
Viewer ahead. |
Viewer ahead, sir. |
Maneuvering thrusters, Mr. Sulu; ahead one third. Full sensor scan, Mr. Spock; they can't expect us <U>not</U> to look them over now! |
Thrusters ahead, one third. |
Hold station...! |
Thrusters at station keeping... |
Clear the bridge, Captain...? |
That was the order, Mr. Sulu: Clear the bridge. |
Lieutenant Ilia reporting for duty, sir. |
Welcome aboard, Lieutenant. |
'Commander' Decker? |
Our Exec and Science Officer... |
And in you, too, Lieutenant. |
My oath of celibacy is on record Captain. May I assume my duties? |
Time to impact...? |
Twelve seconds...! |
Mr. Chekov, stand by on the phasers...! |
Five minutes to Cloud boundary! |
I stand corrected Mr. Decker. Navigator, lay in a conic section flight path into the cloud center; bring us parallel to whatever we find in there... |
Mr. Spock? |
Impact in fifteen seconds... |
Transmit, Mr. Spock! Now! |
Ten seconds.... |
Thirty seconds to Cloud boundary... |
Opinion, Mister. Spock? |
Fifteen seconds to Cloud Boundary. |
Viewer, standard ahead. |
Hello, Ilia. |
Decker....! |
I now the Captain meant no person al insult. |
I would never take advantage of a sexually immature species. You can assure him that's true, can't you? |
Negative control from inertial lag will continue 22 point five seconds before forward velocity slows to sublight speed. |
Unidentified small object has been pulled into the wormhole with us, Captain! Directly ahead...! |
Navigational deflectors inoperative...! Directional control also inoperative, Captain...! |
Wormhole distortion has over loaded main power systems...! |
Was he difficult? |
No more than I expected Not as difficult as this. I'm sorry... |
That you left? or that you didn't say 'goodbye'? |
If I'd seen you again, would you have been able to say it? |
No. |
They may have attacked only as a warning to us, Captain. To keep away. |
That would presuppose a feeling, Commander... compassion. I sensed <U>no</U> emotion, only... ... pure logic. |
We could have cut it off at the main computer... |
This served the purpose. |
Captain... this probe may be a key a key to the Aliens. |
It's a programmed <U>mechanism</U>, Mr. Spock... |
We have just seen that its body duplicates our navigator in <U>precise</U> detail. Suppose that beneath its programming, the real Ilia's memory patterns are duplicated with equal precision. |
Exactly. And you did have a 'relationship' with Lieutenant Ilia, Commander. |
That probe in there in a different form now is the same thing that <U>killed</U> Ilia! |
Then V'ger believes the Creator to be a <U>machine</U> too. |
It seems we <U>all</U> imagine God in our own image. |
Forward motion, Captain...! |
A tractor beam... |
Mr. Spock, what would V'ger need to fulfill itself? |
V'ger has begun to understand the true limits of our universe, thereby realizing the existence of other dimensions. To fulfill itself it must evolve to a higher dimension; V'ger believes this can be achieved only by joining with the Creator. |
That transmitter is a vital link between V'ger and the Creator. |
We have twentyone minutes. Captain, we can still save V'ger... and ourselves. |
Jim... he <U>wants</U> it. |
You got the Enterprise, it's what <U>you</U> wanted. This is what I want. But, Jim... ... <U>I'm</U> the right choice for this mission. |
I'm taking over the Center seat. I'm sorry, Will. |
You are what...? |
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