Check the circuit. All operating, sir




НазваниеCheck the circuit. All operating, sir
страница14/77
Дата конвертации31.01.2013
Размер2.28 Mb.
ТипДокументы
1   ...   10   11   12   13   14   15   16   17   ...   77
Part of me hopes the Enterprise won't come back for us.
We step on that deck,
Spock is court-martialed, disgraced.
He's dead...
if he makes it to Talos IV.
Why would he want to get Pike there?
The command reports stated
Talos contained no practical benefits to mankind.
Spock would have some logical reason for going there.
Maybe.
Maybe he's just gone mad.
I keep wondering who might be after us.
I keep coming up with the same answers.
But I can't be right, can l, Mr. Spock?
Computer control.
Lock on to shuttlecraft following us.
Lockedon. Tractorbeam ready.
Go to tape Abel 7 Baker.
Execute instructions.
Is it the captain, Mr. Spock?
Sir, the engines are reversing.
She's brought herself to a dead stop.
This is the first officer speaking.
Security, send an armed team to the bridge.
Transporter Room, stand by to beam Captain Kirk aboard.
Effective until then,
Lieutenant Hansen is in operational command.
Sir?
First officer out.
Doctor, as senior officer present,
I present myself to you for arrest.
You what?
The charge...
is mutiny, Doctor.
I never received orders to take command.
Security reporting, Mr. Spock.
Doctor.
Mr. Spock is, uh...
under arrest.
Is confinement to quarters enough?
Adequate, Doctor.
I'll make no trouble.
Well, confine him.
Yes, sir.
Store our shuttlecraft on the hangar deck, Mr. Scott.
Beam us directly aboard.
All right. Locked on to you.
Transferring command to you, sir.
Accepting command. Where's Mr. Spock?
In his quarters, under arrest.
His quarters?
After what he's done, Lieutenant?
Captain from bridge.
The enginesare coming on.
Reverse power. Hold this position.
Tell whoever gave those orders--
Sir, there's nobody giving orders.
Mr. Spock has the computers running the ship.
Disengage computer control, Uhura.
We can't disengage, Captain.
The helm doesnot respond.
[Muttering]
Computer control, come in.
Computer.
Disengage from helm.
Unable to comply.
This is the captain.
On voice command,
you will override all contra instructions.
Voice command...
disengage from helm.
Unable to comply.
Any such attempt will cross-circuit
vessel's life-supporting system.
Computer control cannot be disengaged
until vessel reaches planet Talos IV.
Captain's log-- stardate 3012.4.
Despite ourbest efforts to disengage computers,
the Enterprise is still lockedon a heading
for the mysterious planet Talos IV.
Meanwhile, as required by Starfleet general orders,
apreliminar hearing on Lieutenant Commander Spock
is being convened.
And in all the years of my service,
this is the most painful moment I've ever faced.
This hearing is convened.
Mr. Spock...
you're aware of your right
to counsel of your choice?
Sir, I waive counsel.
Further, I waive rights to this hearing
and request immediate court-martial.
Request denied.
May I inquire on what grounds, Captain?
A mutiny requires a trial board
of no less than three command officers.
Since there are only two
of that rank available--
Sir, I must point out
there are three officers of command rank available--
yourself, Commodore Mendez,
and Captain Christopher Pike.
Denied.
Captain Pike is a complete invalid.
I believe you'll find
he's still on the active duty list.
We didn't have the heart to retire him.
He's got you.
Whatever he's up to, he's planned it well.
Captain's log-- stardate 3012.6.
General court-martial convened.
Mr. Spock has again waived counsel
and has entered aplea of guilty.
Mr. Spock,
are you aware in pleading guilty
that a further charge
involving the death penalty
must be held against you
should this vessel enter the Talos stargroup?
I am.
Why?
What does it accomplish to go there
or to take Captain Pike there?
I want to know why.
Are your comments a part of the record, sir?
Yes, it's on the record.
Thank you.
Request monitor screen be engaged.
For what purpose?
To comply with the request
you just made, sir--
that I explain the importance
of going to Talos IV.
By asking why, you've opened the door
to any evidence he may wish to present--
Apparently what he had in mind.
Present your evidence.
Screen on.
This is 1 3 years ago.
The Enterprise.
And its commander-- Captain Christopher Pike.
Definitely something out there, Captain,
headed this way.
Screen off.
Chris,
was that really you on the screen?
That's impossible.
Mr. Spock,
no vessel makes record tapes
in that detail, that perfect.
What were we watching?
I cannot tell you at this time.
Captain Pike,
were any record tapes of this nature made
during your voyage?
The court is not obliged
to view evidence without knowing its source.
Unless the court asks a prisoner why, Commodore.
You did ask that question.
You mean I was maneuvered into asking.
Your evidence is out of order.
I contest that. I want to see more.
You have that right, Captain.
But just because the prisoner
is your first officer and your personal friend--
That has nothing to do with it.
Very well. Continue.
Screen on, Mr. Scott.
No. It'ssomething else.
There's still something out there.
As I stated, gentlemen,
this was 13 years ago.
We were on routine patrol
when the ship's sensors detected something ahead.
At first we were not certain what it was.
Coming to speed of light. Collision course.
The meteorite beam has not deflected it, Captain.
Evasive maneuvers, sir?
Steady as we go.
It's a radio wave, sir.
We're passing through an old-style distress signal.
They were keyed to cause interference
and attract attention this way.
A ship in trouble making a forced landing, sir.
That's it. No other message.
I have a fix.
It comes from the Talos stargroup.
We've no ships or Earth colonies that far out.
Their call letters check with a survey expedition.
S.S. Columbia disappeared in that region
approximately 18 years ago.
It would take that long
for a radio beam to travel.
Records show
the Talos group has never been explored.
Solar system similar to Earth.
11 planets.
Number IV seems to be Class "M"--
Oxygen atmosphere.
Then they could still be alive,
even after 18 years.
If they survived the crash.
We aren't going to go, to be certain?
Not without any indication of survivors, no.
We'll continue to the Vega Colony,
take care of our own sick and injured first.
You have the helm. Maintain present course.
Yes, sir.
Boyce here.
Drop by my cabin, Doctor.
[Knock on Door]
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 more positive on it,
the condition of 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're going to stop first at the Vega Colony
and replace anybody who needs hospitalization
and also--
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, Chris,
the fight on Rigel 7?
Shouldn't it be?
My only yeoman and two others dead, seven injured.
Was there anything you personally could have done?
I should have smelled trouble
when I saw the swords.
Instead I got attacked by one of their warriors.
Chris, you set standards for yourself
no one could meet.
You treat everyone like a human being
except yourself.
And now you're tired, and you--
You bet I'm tired.
You bet.
I'm tired of being responsible for 203 lives,
and I'm tired of deciding
which mission is too risky and which isn't
and who's going on the landing party
and who doesn't
and who lives...
and who dies.
Boy, I've had it, Phil.
To the point of taking my advice--
a rest leave?
To the point of considering resigning.
And do what?
Well, for one thing, go home.
Nice little town with...
50 miles of park land around it.
Remember I told you I had two horses?
We used to take food and ride out all day.
Ah, that sounds exciting--
ride out with a picnic lunch every day.
I said that's one place I might go.
Or I might go into business on Regulus
or on the Orion colony.
You, an Orion trader,
dealing in green animal, women slaves?
The point is this isn't the only life available.
There's a galaxy of things to choose from.
Not for you.
A man either lives life
as it happens to him,
meets it head-on, and licks it,
or he...
turns his back on it
and starts to wither away.
Now you're beginning to talk like a doctor,
bartender.
Take your choice.
We both get the same two kinds of customers--
the living... and the dying.
[Intercom Whistles]
Mr. Spock here.
We're intercepting a follow-up message.
There are crash survivors on Talos.
" 11 survivors from crash.
gravity and oxygen within limits.
food and water obtainable,
but unless..."
The message faded at that point, sir.
Address inner craft.
System open.
This is the captain.
Our destination is the Talos stargroup.
Our time warp, Factor 7.
Course computed andon the screen.
All deck shave acknowledged, sir.
Engage.
Screen off.
Mr. Spock,
I'm truly amazed at your technical prowess
in some how manufacturing all this.
I congratulate you on your imagination.
But this is a court of space law,
not a theater.
Captain,
please tell the court this is not imagination,
nor some clever photographic record.
Are we seeing the actual events
of 13 years ago?
Yes, gentlemen.
On that screen as it happened--
the incredible experience
of Captain Christopher Pike on Talos IV.
If, after witnessing this,
the court wishes to turn this vessel back,
I will release this ship to manual control.
You're in no position to bargain.
This is ridiculous.
This man mutinied, stole your ship,
abducted Captain Pike.
This has gone far enough.
We haven't heard the full story.
I vote to continue.
I vote we do not. Deadlock.
There's still one member of the trial board
to be heard from.
Very well. Captain Pike,
it's up to you.
Do we continue under these conditions?
Yes.
Captain's log supplemental.
Mr. Spock, on trial for mutiny,
has forced the court to accept unusual evidence.
On our monitor screen,
the voyage of Captain Pike andthe Enterprise
to the one forbidden world in all the galaxy.
Screen on.
We've settled into orbit, sir.
Geological lab report complete, Captain.
Preliminary lab survey ready, sir.
Spectography?
Our reading shows
an oxygen/nitrogen atmosphere, sir,
heavy with inert elements.
Gravity?
0.9 of Earth.
Captain, reflections, sir,
from the planet's surface.
As I read it,
they polarize out as rounded metal bits.
Could be parts of a spaceship hull.
Prep a landing party of six.
You feel up to it?
Yes, sir.
Sorry, number one.
With little information on this planet,
we'll have to leave our most experienced officer
here covering us.
Of course, sir.
There's no indication of problems down there,
but let's not take chances.
There's a canyon to the left.
We can land you there unobserved.
Right.
Sir.
They're men.
They're humans.
Captain Christopher Pike,
United Space Ship Enterprise.
Dr. Theodore Haskins,
American Continent lnstitute.
Is Earth all right?
You'll see it very soon.
You won't believe how fast you'll get back.
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.
Landingparty, come in.
We'll begin transporting the survivors
and their effects up to you very shortly.
Quartersare being prepared, sir.
Have I permission to send scientific parties now?
Affirmative on the--
You appear to be healthy and intelligent, Captain--
a prime specimen.
I didn't get that last message, Captain.
Uh...
affirmative on request.
Landing party out.
You must forgive her choice of words, Captain.
She's lived her whole life
with a collection of a ging scientists.
If they can, uh, spare you a moment,
I'd like to make my medical report.
I think 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've had some doubt
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...
I don't understand.
You will.
You're a perfect choice.
Captain!
Spock here.
Landing party, come in.
There is no survivors' encampment, Number One.
This is all some sort of trap.
We've lost the captain.
Do you read?
[Intercom Whistles]
What is it?
It's for Commodore Mendez.
Plead signal for you, sir. Go ahead, Uhura.
Commodore Mendez, urgent.
Subspace monitors show
Enterprise receiving transmissions
from planet Talos IV
in violation of Starfleet general orders.
Receiving transmissions from Talos IV.
Then the images we've been seeing are...
Coming from Talos IV, sir.
Captain Kirk is here by relieved.
You are ordered to assume command of the Enterprise.
Disable vessel if necessar
to prevent further contact.
Message signed-- Comsole, Starfleet Command.
Mr. Spock, you're aware of the orders
regarding any contact with Talos IV.
You have deliberately invited the death penalty.
You've not only finished yourself, Spock,
but you've finished your captain as well.
Commodore must be aware
that Captain Kirk knew nothing of this.
A captain's responsible for everything
that occurs on his ship.
I order you to return this vessel
back to manual control.
Sir...
I respect fully decline.
Very well. You've earned the consequences.
This court is in recess.
Do you know what you're doing?
Have you lost your mind?
Captain.
Jim, please...
don't stop me.
Don't let him stop me.
It's your career and Captain Pike's life.
You must see the rest of the transmission.
Lock him up.

The Menagerie, Part II

Personal log, stardate 3013. 1.
I find it hard to believe
the events of the past 24 hours
or the plea of Mr. Spock
standing general court-martial.
How do you plead to the charge
of unlaw fully taking command?
Guilty.
Of sabotaging the computers of this vessel
and locking it on a course
for planet Talos IV?
Guilty.
And of forcibly attempting
to transport Captain Pike to that planet?
Guilty.
Why? Why does Spock
want to take to that forbidden world his former captain,
mutilated by a recentspace disaster,
now a shell of a man, unable to speak or move?
The only answer Spock would give
was on the hearing-room screen.
Spock refused to explain how,
but there, before our eyes,
actual images from 13 years ago
of Captain Pike as he was
when he commanded this vessel,
of Spock in those days,
and of how the Enterprise
had become the first and only starship
to visit Talos IV.
They had received a distress signal from that planet
and discovered there,
still alive after many years,
the survivors of a missing vessel,
only to find it wasallan illusion--
No survivors...
no encampment...
it wasalla trap
set bya race of beings
who couldmake a man believe he wasseeing
anything they wished him to see,
and Captain Pike was gone,
a prisoner for some unknown purpose.
The images we've been seeing are--
Are coming from Talos IV.
You're aware of orders
regarding any contact with Talos IV.
You have deliberately invited the death penalty.
Do you know what you're doing?
Have you lost your mind?
Captain.
Jim, please.
Don't stop me.
Don't let him stop me.
It's your career and Captain Pike's life.
You must see the rest of the transmission.
Space-- the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise.
Its five-year mission--
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out newlife and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man has gone before.
The court-martial of Mr. Spock
has been convened in closed session.
Despite all we can do,
images continue to be transmitted to us
from Talos IV.
Starfleet has ordered no contact with Talos IV.
They made no exceptions.
You have no choice, sir.
I'm sorry.
The keeper has taken control of our screen.
Do you understand, sir?
As you saw before,
Captain Pike had been knocked unconscious
and captured by the Talosians.
Can you hear me?
I'm Christopher Pike,
commander of the space vehicle Enterprise
from the stellar group
at the other end of this galaxy.
Our intentions are peaceful.
Can you understand me?
It appears, Magistrate,
that the intelligence of the specimen
is shockingly limited.
This is no surprise since his vessel was baited here so easily
with a simulated message.
As you can read in its thoughts,
it only now suspects
that the survivors and encampment
were an illusion we placed in their minds.
You're not speaking, yet I hear you.
Note the confusion
asit reads our thought transmissions.
All right, then, telepathy.
You can read my mind. I can read yours.
Now, unless you want my ship
to consider capturing me an unfriendly act--
You now see the primitive fear/threat reaction.
The specimen is about to boast of his strength,
the weaponr of his vessel,
and so on.
Next...
frustrated into a need
to display physical prowess,
the creature will throw himself
against the transparency.
If you were in here,
wouldn't you test the strength of these walls, too?
There's a way out of any cage,
and I'll find it.
Despite its frustration,
the creature appears more adaptable
than our specimens from other planets.
We can soon begin the experiment.
The inhabitants of this planet
must live deep underground,
probably manufacture food and other needs down there.
Our tests indicate the planet surface,
without considerably more vegetation or some animals,
simply too barren to support life.
So we just thought we saw survivors there.
Exactly.
An illusion placed in our minds
by this planet's inhabitants.
It was a perfect illusion.
They had us seeing just what we wanted to see--
human beings who had survived
with dignity and bravery,
everything entirely logical,
right down to the building of the camp,
the tattered clothing, everything.
Let's be sure we understand the danger of this.
The inhabitants of this planet
can read our minds,
can create illusions out of a person's own thoughts,
memories, and experiences,
even out of a person's own desires,
illusions just as real and solid
as this table top
and just as impossible to ignore.
It's Captain Pike they've got.
He needs help.
If we buzz about down there,
we may find their mental power is so great,
they could swat this ship like a fly.
That entry resisted hand lasers.
We'll transmit the ship's power against it,
enough to blast half a continent.
Engineering deck will rig to transmit ship's power.
We'll try blasting through that metal.
Thousands of us
are already probing the creature's thoughts, Magistrate.
We find excellent memor capacity.
I read most strongly a recent death struggle
in which it fought to protect its life.
We will begin with this,
giving the specimen something more interesting to protect.
Come on.
We must hide ourselves.
Come.
Come.
Hurry. It's deserted.
There'll be weapons and perhaps food.
This is Rigel 7.
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 reached into my mind
and taken the memory of somewhere I've been.
[ Grrr ]
The Kaylar!
Ohh!
It's starting just as it happened two weeks ago.
[ Grrr ]
Except foryou.
A brilliant deduction by Captain Pike, gentlemen.
Yes, he was still inside his cell,
but knowing that couldn't help him.
The Talosians controlled his brain.
And could make him live any place, any time,
any situation they wished.
He would see, taste, suffer
with the same reality as you gentlemen sitting there.
Longer hair, different dress,
but it is you,
the one the survivors call Vina.
Roar!
Or rather the image of Vina.
But why you again?
Why didn't they create a different girl?
[Grrr]
[ Grrr ]
[ Grrr ]
Quick.
If you attack while it's not looking...
But it's only a dream.
[ Grrr ]
[ Grrr ]
Kill him as you did before.
Tell my jailers I won't go along with it.
I'm not an animal performing for its supper.
What ever you call this, you'll feel it.
You'll feel it. That's what matters.
You'll feel whatever happens to you.
[ Clanging ]
[ Grrr ]
[ Grrr ]
[ Grrr ]
[ Grrr ]
[ Grrr ]
[ Grrr ]
[ Grrr ]
[ Grrr ]
Oh!
Aah!
[ Grrr ]
Ohh!
Aah!
Ohh! Ohh!
[ Grrr ]
Aah!
Aah!
[ Grrr ]
It's over.
Why have they stopped the images?
Because they know that Captain Pike is fatigued.
We can reconvene later.
Then they care about the captain?
They want him back alive, sir.
I demand to know why.
If you'll be patient, the answers--
You're forgetting you're on trial, Spock.
You will answer all questions put to you.
My answer to your question would be quite unbelievable.
I regret we'll have to wait and see it there.
Personal log, stardate 3013.2.
Reconvening court-martial of Mr. Spock
and the strangest trial evidence
ever heard aboard a starship.
From the mysterious planet
now only one hour ahead of us,
the story of Captain Pike's imprisonment there.
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, never even imagined you.
Perhaps they made me out of dreams you've forgotten.
And dress you in the same metal fabric they wear?
I can wear whatever you wish
or be anything you wish.
So they can see how their specimen performs?
They want to see how I react?
Don't you have a--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-- you've ever imagined.
You can have anything you want
in the whole universe.
Let me...
please you.
Yes. Yes, you can please me.
You can tell me about them.
How can I keep them from probing my mind,
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 not much point in continuing this conversation, is there?
All circuits engaged, Mr. Spock.
Standing by, Number One.
Take cover.
10...
9...
8...
7...
6...
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
Increase to full power!
Can you give us any more?
Our circuit sare beginning to heat.
We'll have to cease power.
Disengage.
The top of that knoll
should have been sheared off the first second.
Maybe it was. I tried to explain.
Their power of illusion is so great,
we can't be sure of anything we do,
of anything we see.
Perhaps ifyou asked me some questions
I could answer.
How far can they control my mind?
If I tell you,
then will you pick some dream you've had
and let me live it with you?
Perhaps.
They--they can't actually make you do anything
you don't want to do.
But they try to trick me with their illusions.
They can punish you when you're not cooperative.
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 up there?
The planet's only now beginning to support life again.
So the Talosians who came underground
found life limited here
and concentrated on developing their mental power.
But they found it's a trap...
like a narcotic,
because when dreams become more important than reality,
you give up travel, building, creating.
You even forget how to repair the machines
left behind by your ancestors.
You just sit,
living and reliving other lives
left behind in the thought record.
Or sit probing minds of zoo specimens like me.
You're better than theater.
They create the illusion foryou.
They watch you react,
feel your emotions.
They have a whole collection of specimens,
descendants of life brought back long ago
from all over this part of the galaxy.
Which means they had to have more than one
of each animal.
Please.
They'll need a pair of humans.
Where will they get the Earth woman?
You said if I answered questions--
That was 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 are like Adam and Eve.
If we--
Ohh!
Don't! Please!
Don't punish me!
I'll die!
Ohh! Aah!
An Earth woman?
You were captured as breeding stock?
Why?
Just to maintain a supply of zoo specimens?
Much more, Captain.
The vial contains a nourishing protein complex.
Is the keeper actually communicating
with one of his animals?
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.
Aah!
[ Screaming ]
From a fable you once heard in childhood.
You will now consume the nourishment.
Why not...
just put irresistible hunger in my mind?
Because you can't, can you?
You do have limitations, don't you?
If you continue to disobey,
from deeper in your mind,
there are things even more unpleasant.
That's very interesting.
Now to the female.
You were startled.
Weren't you reading my mind?
As you've conjectured,
an Earth vessel did crash on our planet,
but with only a single survivor.
Let's stay on the first subject.
All I wanted for that moment
was to get my hands around your neck.
We repaired the survivor's injuries
and found the species interesting.
Do primitive thoughts
put up a block you can't read through?
It became necessary to attract a mate.
All right. Let's talk about the girl.
You've gone out of your way
to make her attractive,
to make me feel protective.
This is necessary in order to perpetuate the species.
Seems more important to you now
that I begin to accept her and 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 family group
or perhaps a whole human community.
With the female now properly conditioned.
You mean properly punished!
I'm the one who's not cooperating!
Why don't you punish me?
First, an emotion of protectiveness.
Now one of sympathy.
Excellent.
You want some coffee, dear?
I left the thermos hooked to my saddle.
[ Whinny ]
Tango!
You old devil, you.
Uh, I'm sorry I don't have any sug--
Well, they think of everything, don't they?
Is it good to be home?
They read our minds very well.
Home, anything else I want
if I cooperate, is that it?
It turned out to be a lovely day, didn't it?
You're home.
You can even stay if you want.
But we're not here, neither of us.
We're in a menagerie, a cage!
No.
I can't help if you won't let me.
Now, you told me once
they used illusions as a narcotic.
They couldn't repair their ancestors' machines.
Is that why they want us,
to build a colony of slaves?
Stop it.
Don't you care what they'll do to us?
In my cage, it seemed for two minutes
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've won.
They own me.
I know you must hate me for that.
Oh, 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 a perfect man.
That's why they picked you.
I can't help but love you.
And they expect you to feel the same way.
If they can read my mind,
then they know I'm at tracted to you.
I was from the very first moment I saw you.
You were like a wild little animal.
I'm beginning to see why none of this has worked for you.
You've been home, and fighting as 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.
[ Flutes And Drums Play ]
Nice place you have here, Mr. Pike.
Vina?
That's Vina again,
as the green Orion slave girl?
[ Mendez ] They're like animals-- vicious, seductive.
They say no human male can resist them.
[ Kirk ] Strange evidence from thepast,
how the Talosians, planning to breed a society of human slaves,
tempted Captain Pike with the Earth woman they held in captivity.
Ass he appeared to him in many forms,
each more exciting than the last,
Pike was beginning to weaken.
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?
You all know the situation.
We're hoping to transport down inside the Talosian community.
If our measurements and readings
are an illusion also,
one could find oneself materialized
inside solid 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 when we left.
It's dead. I can't make this thing work.
What is it?
Don't say anything.
I'm filling my mind
with a picture of beating their huge, misshapen heads to pulp,
thoughts so primitive they black out everything else.
I'm filling my mind with hate.
How long can you block your thoughts?
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 choice.
They'd have more luck crossing him with a computer.
Shall we do some time computation?
Vina was listed on that expedition as an adult crewman.
Adding 1 8 years to your age then--
[ Door Opens ]
It's not fair.
I did what you asked.
Since you resist the present 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 two new specimens
has qualities in her favor.
The female you call Number One
has the superior mind
and would produce highly intelligent children.
All I want to do is get my hands on you.
Can you read these thoughts--
images of hate, killing?
The other new arrival considered you unreachable
but now realizes this has changed.
The factors in her favor are youth and strength
plus unusually strong female drives.
You'll find my thoughts more interesting,
thoughts so primitive you can't understand.
Emotions so--
Oh!
Wrong thinking is punishable.
Right thinking will be as quickly rewarded.
You will find it an effective combination.
Captain--
No.
No. Don't help me.
I have to concentrate.
They can't read through hate.
Hold still, or I'll--
You hold still, or I'll--
Don't hurt them. They don't mean to be evil.
I've had some samples of how good they are.
[ Grrrr ]
You stop this illusion, or I'll twist your head off.
All right.
Now, you try one more illusion,
you try anything at all, and I'll breakyour neck.
Your ship...
release me, or we'll destroy it.
He's not bluffing, Captain.
They can make your crew work the wrong controls
or push any button it takes to destroy your ship.
I'll gamble you're too intelligent
to kill for no reason at all.
On the other hand, I've got a reason.
I bet you've created an illusion this laser is empty.
I think it blasted a hole that you keep us from seeing.
Want me to test my theory out on your head?
Captain.
Seems the Talosians have deserted you.
Gentlemen, a moment, please.
Well, Mr. Spock?
May I have your verdict?
Signal you want them to wait.
Captain, please. It's your life now...
at least a chance for life.
You keep talking about life, a chance for life.
How? As a prisoner,
caged, a zoo specimen,
living the illusions that amuse his keepers?
No, Captain. there's more to it.
Watch.
Guilty, yes or no, Captain?
Yes.
I must also vote guilty as charged.
And you, Captain?
Guilty...
as charged.
Security control affirmative.
Stand to, forward phaser.
Aft scanner to bridge.
Bridge to commander.
Mendez here.
Sir, we're entering orbit Talos IV.
Talos controls the vessel now, sir,
as they did 13 years ago.
You've asked me why.
You'll see the answer now.
Make contact, Number One.
They kept us from seeing this, too.
We cut through and never knew it.
Captain.
As you see,
your attempt to escape accomplished nothing.
I want to contact our ship.
You're now on the surface
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's surface,
our zoological gardens will furnish a variety of plant life.
I'll make a deal with you.
You and your life
for the lives of these two Earth women.
Show proof our ship's 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's that?
The weapon is building up an overload,
a forced chamber explosion.
You still have time to get underground.
Well, go on!
Just to show you how primitive humans are, Talosian,
you go with her.
If--if you all think
it's this important, then...
I can't go, either.
I suppose if they have one human being,
they might try again.
Wait.
Their method of storing records is crude and consumed much 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 it self, too.
[ Intercom Whistles ]
Captain, we have transporter control now.
Let's get back to the ship.
I can't.
I can't go with you.
Sir, it just came on.
[ Intercom Whistles ]
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 is an honest one.
You'll give her back her illusion of beauty?
And more.
Mr. Spock, the system is coming on again.
What's happened to Vina?
Isn't she coming with us?
No.
No, and I agreed with her reasons.
All decks prepare for hyperdrive.
All decks are ready, sir.
Engage.
Commodore, don't you think that--
What you now seem to hear, Captain Kirk,
are my thought transmissions.
The commodore was never aboard your vessel.
His presence there and in the shuttlecraft
was an illusion.
Mr. Spock had related to us your strength of will.
It was thought the fiction of a court-martial
would divert you from too soon regaining control of your vessel.
Captain Pike is welcome
to spend the rest of his life with us,
unfettered by his physical body.
The decision is yours...
and his.
Mr. Spock,
even if regulations are explicit,
you could have come to me and explained.
Ask you to face the death penalty, too?
One of us was enough, Captain.
[ Intercom Whistles ]
Yes.
[ Uhura ] Message from Starbase 11, sir.
"Received images from Talos IV.
"In view of historic importance of Captain Pike"
"in space exploration,"
"GeneraI Order 7 prohibiting contact Talos IV"
"issuspended this occasion."
"No action contemplated against Spock."
"Proceed as you think best."
"Signed, Mendez,J.I., Commodore, Starbase 11. "
Chris...
do you want to go there?
Mr. Spock...
would you care to take Captain Pike to the transporter room...
see him off?
Thank you, sir,
For both of us.
Uh, Mr. Spock,
when you're finished, I want to talk to you.
This regret table tendency
you've been showing lately
towards flagrant emotionalism--
I see no reason to insult me, sir.
I believe I've been completely logical
about the whole affair.
[ Talosian ] Captain Kirk...
Captain Pike hasan illusion,
and you have reality.
May you find your way as pleasant.

1   ...   10   11   12   13   14   15   16   17   ...   77

Похожие:

Check the circuit. All operating, sir iconMy Hero: Sir G. I. Taylor

Check the circuit. All operating, sir iconWelcome to Sir Roger Manwood’s School

Check the circuit. All operating, sir iconWelcome to Sir Roger Manwood’s School

Check the circuit. All operating, sir iconВоздействия волочащейся части пачки лесоматериалов при трелевке
«the Substantiation of the desing circuit design of condensing affecting of a dragged part of a pack of wood in transit». The desing...

Check the circuit. All operating, sir iconSir David Robert Bates-Bibliography

Check the circuit. All operating, sir iconSir Ronald A. Fisher (1890-1962)

Check the circuit. All operating, sir iconAbney, Sir William de Wiveleslie, 1844-1920

Check the circuit. All operating, sir iconOperating Systems and Networks

Check the circuit. All operating, sir iconA series of daily articles on period history by Sir Balthazar of Endor. (humor)

Check the circuit. All operating, sir iconAlso check out his other eBook for only $7 us purchase!


Разместите кнопку на своём сайте:
lib.convdocs.org


База данных защищена авторским правом ©lib.convdocs.org 2012
обратиться к администрации
lib.convdocs.org
Главная страница