[Captain Kirk] Captain's log : star date 5725.3.
The Enterprise is en route to Memory Alpha.
It is a planetoid set up by the Federation as a central library...
containing the total cultural history and scientific knowledge...
of all planetary Federation members.
With us is specialist Lieutenant Mira Romaine.
She is on board to supervise the transfer of newly designed equipment...
directly from the Enterprise to Memory Alpha.
You're the sanest, the smartest,
the nicest woman that has ever come aboard this ship.
Anything else?
Anything else, uh...
I'll keep to myself for the moment.
[Kirk Continues] When a man of Scotty's years falls in love,
the loneliness of his life is suddenly revealed to him.
His whole heart once throbbed only to the ship 's engines.
He could talk only to the ship.
Now he can see nothing but the woman.
I didn't think Mr. Scott would go for the brainy type.
I don't think he's even noticed she has a brain.
Mr. Scott.
- Mr. Scott. - Hmm?
As soon as we're within viewing range of Memory Alpha,
you and Lt. Romaine will go to the emergency manual monitor.
You’ll prepare for direct transfer of equipment.
- Aye, Captain. - We're ready, sir.
Lieutenant, may I offer my congratulations...
on your first assignment for the Federation?
- Yes. Good luck, Lieutenant. - Thank you.
[ Beeping ]
Captain, I'm picking up a high-intensity reading.
- Is that Memory Alpha? - No, sir.
Excuse me.
- Magnification eight. - [Beeps]
What is that?
Indications are a storm, Captain,
although I've never seen one of such great intensity or strange confirmation.
Readings?
All sensor readings are at maximum calibration.
Captain, it's approaching at warp factor 2.6 and accelerating.
Check that. No natural phenomena can move faster than the speed of light.
It is definitely doing so : therefore, it cannot be a phenomenon of nature.
- Deflectors on. Condition yellow. - Condition yellow, sir.
Shields activated, Captain.
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.
Mr. Sulu, get us the devil out of here!
Full scan on the disturbance that penetrated the bridge!
Lieutenant, all decks, damage report.
Mira!
- Dr. McCoy to the bridge. Emergency. - Mira! Mira!
[ Alien Croaking ]
What's that you're sayin'?
[Croaking Continues]
Was she hurt by the fall or the action of the disturbance?
I don't know. Did you notice, Scotty?
Well, after the disturbance was over, she just collapsed.
How's she doin', Doctor?
Well, I think she's coming around now.
Easy now. Easy.
You had quite a fall.
[ Exhales ] I'm-- I'm fine.
You let me be the judge. Do you feel like walking to sick bay?
I'm fine, Doctor. Really, I am.
- Is everybody else all right? - Aye, they are.
- You just do what Dr. McCoy ordered. - Why?
Get to sick bay, Lieutenant. That's an order.
Yes, sir.
- Would it be all right if I went? - No. Stay at your post.
- Lt. Uhura. Damage report. - Yes, sir.
- All stations are operative, sir. - Mr. Spock?
Some equipment was temporarily out of order.
My sensors were inoperative.
- Any damage to the warp engines? - None, Captain.
Good. From the action of that... storm,
we'll need all the speed we can get.
Captain, it was not a storm.
[Lt. Uhura] Captain.
During the disturbance, Memory Alpha was hailing.
I wanted to respond, but I couldn't make my hand move.
[Chekov] Captain.
It was not hands that were paralyzed. It was eyes.
I could not force my eyes to look down and set a new course.
[Sulu]No, speech was affected. I couldn't utter a sound.
Mr. Spock, explanation.
Only of the result, not of the cause.
In each case, a different area of the brain was affected.
Our voluntary nerve functions were under some form of pressure.
Or attack.
Attack might be a more precise formulation, Captain.
And Lt. Romaine seems most susceptible.
[Heart Monitor Pulsing]
Are the readings corresponding, Nurse?
- Everything appears normal, Doctor. - Thank you.
What's that you're doing, Nurse?
Recording your responses in this computer.
Why? I haven't had a single response worth noting.
- Lieutenant. Please. - Well, have l?
Lieutenant, there are 430 people aboard this ship.
You're the only one that passed out. I want to know why.
I want to know why too. You're the doctor, you tell me.
This is a new experience for me.
This is a new experience for all of us.
You are accustomed to new experiences. It's part of your work.
[ Exhales ] I'm not.
She might have something there, Dr. McCoy.
This is her first deep space trip. You know that affects people.
If we can get on with this, Scotty, we might make that determination.
Now, then, tell me:
What did you feel before you passed out?
- Nothing. - Nothing?
Absolutely nothing.
- Lieutenant-- - There is nothing more I can tell you!
- You're being uncooperative! - Are you putting that into my record?
- It's not true! - I'll put the facts into your record,
if I can get them.
Aw, now, Mira. We must help the doctor.
Tell us what happened.
Perhaps you can explain to her...
that any career she hopes for in Starfleet...
requires discipline and cooperation.
I'm sure that's what the lieutenant wants. She just didn't understand.
Did ya, now, lass?
[ Scottish Accent ] With a bedside manner like that, Scotty,
you're in the wrong business.
When the record of this is forwarded, I'll be sent back.
Oh, ya will not! That's ridiculous.
This getting used to space travel, that takes some doing.
- And not everybody takes to it. - Did you?
Oh, well, me, that's different.
I was practically born to it.
I want to continue.
You will. You passed your Starfleet preliminary examinations.
And this is just getting used...
to what you might call your space legs.
I hope that's all it is.
Captain, I've plotted the storm's path.
Mr. Numny.
Main screen projection.
[Sulu] On its present course,
it will hit Memory Alpha as it did us.
Lieutenant, warn Memory Alpha of the proximity of that phenomena.
Give me an E.T.A. for its possible impact.
I cannot, sir. It has the ability to change speed.
I'm unable to establish contact with the planetoid.
I'm hailing on all frequencies. No response.
It is of little consequence. Memory Alpha has no protective shields.
- No shields? - None, Captain.
When the library complex was assembled,
shielding was considered inappropriate to its totally academic purpose.
Since the information on the planet is available to everyone,
special protection was deemed unnecessary.
Wonderful. I hope the storm is aware of that rationale.
Completing approach to planetoid.
It is already over Memory Alpha, Captain! Its speed is incredible!
It's hitting the planetoid!
- Are we within orbit range, Mr. Chekov? - Making final approach.
Lieutenant, warn them--
I'm sorry, sir. I can't break through this interference.
Mr. Spock,
how many people are on Memory Alpha?
It varies with the number of scholars, researchers, and scientists...
from various Federation planets who are using the complex.
[Chekov] Captain, we are within orbit range.
- Lock into orbit. - Aye, sir.
[Sulu] It is leaving Memory Alpha.
[Spock] Sensors give no readings of generated energy...
from Memory Alpha, Captain.
- Any life readings? - None.
Let's find out what's going on down there.
Kirk to Engineering. Mr. Scott, report.
Kirk to Engineering! Mr. Scott! Where the devil is he?
Scotty, report to the bridge. Report to the bridge.
Have the transporter room stand by. I'm taking a landing party down.
Scott here.
Scotty, where've you been? Where are you?
- In the sickbay. - Are you sick?
Oh, no. I was just checkin' on the lass.
She's going to be fine. There's nothing wrong.
I'm relieved to hear your prognosis, Mr. Scott.
Is the doctor there, or will I find him in Engineering?
- McCoy here, Jim. - Doctor, how's the girl?
I think she's in good shape.
Well, Mr. Scott seems to agree with you.
The two of you meet me in the transporter room on the double.
[Door Opens, Closes]
[Kirk] Captain 's log, supplemental:
Star date 5725. 6.
The storm has cleared Memory Alpha.
It is heading away at incredible speed.
We have been unable to make contact with the planetoid.
Its silence is ominous. We are beaming down to investigate.
Somehow I find transporting into the darkness unnerving.
Scotty, can you get us some more light?
I'm afraid this light'll have to do, Captain. The generator is inoperative.
- Damage report, Spock. - A disaster for the galaxy, Captain.
The central brain is damaged. The memory core is burned out.
The loss to the galaxy may be irretrievable.
[ Gasps ] Captain!
Getting a very faint life reading...
in the immediate vicinity, Captain.
Locate him and keep him alive. We need information about this enemy.
Over here, Captain!
[ Alien Croaking ]
- Bones, can you do something? - Not a thing, Jim.
[Croaking Continues]
The same garbled sounds Lt. Romaine made...
when she fainted after the storm.
- Are you sure? - Absolutely sure.
- Kirk to Enterprise. - Sulu here.
- Beam down Lt. Romaine immediately. - Yes, sir.
[ Croaking Continues ]
Spock,
have you seen anything like that before?
Negative.
- Bones? - She's dead.
- What did she die of? - Severe brain hemorrhaging...
due to distortion of all neural systems,
dissolution of autonomic nervous system.
All basic personality factors, Captain.
The attack was thorough.
What did the others die of?
Each had a different center of brain destroyed, cause unknown.
A different center of the brain, you say?
Yes.
I can be more detailed when we return to the ship and use the ship's computers.
Mira!
The captain has some questions.
Yes, Captain.
Lieutenant, when you were unconscious, you were speaking.
What did I say?
I don't know. The words were unfamiliar to me.
What did it sound like?
They sounded exactly like the last words...
- spoken by the technician. - What technician?
We found one person in there barely alive. The rest were dead, and we--
Lieutenant.
Lieutenant.
We must get back to the ship!
Why? Tell me why.
That storm, it's returning.
- How do you know? - I know!
You'll be killed if we stay.
Lieutenant, I assure you,
that unexplained phenomenon was headed away from the planet.
- It is probably seeking other victims. - It will kill us!
Enterprise to Capt. Kirk.
- Kirk here. - Bridge, sir.
The storm has reap pear don the long-range scanner and is closing fast.
- What's its course? - Coming back in this direction.
Beam us up.
Mr. Sulu, this is the captain. Get the Enterprise out of here.
Wait, Captain! We've lost Mira!
- Delay that order, Mr. Sulu! - Stabilize her!
Something's interfering with the transporter signal.
- She's suspended in transit. - Let me.
[Transporter Humming]
[Kirk] All right, Mr. Sulu, get us out of here.
Mr. Scott, check emergency manual monitor for transporter control.
[ Voices On Intercom]Emergency condition. Security patrol to--
Captain, it's changing course.
Plot the new course, Mr. Chekov.
- Present course is 1 -2-6 mark 20. - Plot it.
Present course will bring it across our star board side, sir.
Mr. Spock, you made a statement that phenomena is not a storm. Explain.
No known conditions in space would support that type of natural phenomenon.
What is it?
I'm having difficulty with the ship's sensors.
They seem to be under selective attack by the phenomenon...
as the unfortunate occupants of Memory Alpha were.
Then deductive reasoning will have to be substituted.
Ship's sensors are operating at the moment.
Perhaps the elusive creature will now reveal something about itself.
I saw those men dead, in their exact positions!
Listen to me.
I've told ya what strange tricks a space trip can play on your mind.
- Now, that's all it is. - No, Scotty.
Have ya ever had visions of the future events before this?
- Never. - Well, if you ask me, nobody ever has.
That seein' to the future, it's pure bunk.
Ya know that, don't you?
- I've always believed it. - And you were perfectly right.
Then what is it, Scotty? What's frightening me?
Ever since that storm hit, I've,
I've had such strange thoughts, such feelings of terror.
Space!
Space.
That's all it is.
Then I don't have to report it?
Well, if you want to spend the rest of the trip in sick bay.
But what good would that do?
Dr. McCoy can no more cure it than he can a cold.
Captain, it's heading straight for us.
- Activate shields. - Shields activated.
Mr. Chekov, change course to 1 -4-3 mark 3.
1 -4-3 mark 3.
- Storm's course, Mr. Sulu? - 1 -4-3... mark 3.
- Take evasive action. - Evasive action.
Hard starboard.
2-1 -7 mark 5.
2-1 -7 mark 5.
Still with us, sir.
Hard port. 1 -1 -7 mark 2.
1 -1 -7 mark 2.
Still with us, sir!
Is it closing?
Negative, Captain. Maintaining its distance.
However, it is matching each maneuver we execute,
and I am receiving increasing magnitude of energy.
Your analysis, Spock. What is it?
Not what is it, Captain. What are they?
There are ten distinct life units within it,
all powerfully alive and vital.
Who are they? Where are they from?
Impossible to determine without programming for analysis.
We can't outrun them. Can we shield against them?
I do not believe the shields would prove effective.
There must be some defense we can use.
We are dealing with a community of life units.
Their attack is in the form of brain waves...
directed against the brain, which is most compatible.
Maybe we can avoid another attack.
Lt. Uhura, open all channels. Tie in the universal translator.
Mr. Spock says it's alive.
Maybe I can talk to it.
All channels open. Translator tied in.
This is Capt. James Kirk of the U.S.S. Enterprise.
We wish you no harm.
[ Console Beeping ]
Physical contact between us is fatal to our life-forms.
Please do not come any closer to our ship.
Perhaps it did not understand.
Captain, change in velocity recorded.
[Sulu] They are passing our star board side...
and maneuvering in front of us.
Switching to forward scanner.
Captain, change in velocity recorded.
It has accelerated its approach.
Help, Scotty!
- What? - Hold me. It's happening again.
- No! - Mira.
Perhaps it understands another kind of language.
Condition red alert!
- [Sirens Blaring] - Prepare for phaser firing.
Mira.
No, Scotty. No! No.
[Kirk] Lock in phaser tracking controls.
Locked in, sir.
Adjust phasers to fire across its course.
Do not hit it.
- Locked in, sir. - Fire.
Reaction, Mr. Sulu?
None, sir. They're still approaching us.
Apparently a shot across the bow is insufficiently convincing.
Prepare to lock phasers into the heart of the community.
- Locked in, sir. - Fire.
Scotty! [ Grunts ]
Mira! Mira.
[Sulu] The phasers seem to have stopped their approach.
- Lock in for another blast. - Locked.
[Scotty On Intercom] Captain!
Captain, the phaser shots, they're killing Mira!
Killing Lt. Romaine?
Aye. When you fired the phasers, she crumpled.
Another shot and you'll kill her!
Get her to sick bay at once.
Ready for firing, Captain.
Cancel that order.
Another attack on that alien life-form will kill Lt. Romaine.
- It appears so. - If she is to survive, we can't attack.
- Not directly. - Can the computer supply a defense...
based on the data you've been accumulating?
Negative, Captain. I have not been able to gather sufficient data for that.
Captain, there is only one possible defense:
if we can find an environment which is deadly to the alien form.
And yet isolate the girl from its deadly effects.
- Captain Kirk to Dr. McCoy. - Yes, Captain.
Is the girl well enough to be questioned?
I can have her ready in a few minutes.
Have the lieutenant and Mr. Scott in the briefing room.
Bring all available biographical material with you.
Kirk out. Mr. Spock, come with me.
- Go easy on her. She's in a bad state. - I'll try.
Lt. Romaine.
I didn't mean to be uncooperative, Doctor.
- Of course you didn't. - We must understand what is happening.
I'll tell you everything I know.
Ship's investigative procedures...
are sometimes confusing to a new crewman.
I trust all of you implicitly.
- I want to help. - This investigation...
has been prompted by two events:
first is the time you passed out on the bridge:
and the second is when we fired our main phasers into that force...
- and seriously injured you. - You mustn't worry about hurting me.
Now, this is how we'll proceed.
Mr. Spock has all the information...
available to us about our attackers.
Dr. McCoy has access to Starfleet's exhaustive files on you.
A comparison of the two may turn up some connection...
which may protect you and ourselves.
All right, gentlemen? Dr. McCoy, will you proceed?
[ Computer Processing, Beeping ]
"Romaine, Mira, Lieutenant. Place of birth: Martian Colony Number Three.
"Parents : Lydia Romaine, deceased,
Jacques Romaine, chief engineer, Starfleet, retired. "
Mr. Spock, are you prepared with the background history of the attackers?
I am, Captain. I have fed all obtainable data to the main computer.
It should supply whatever conclusions are possible.
Thank you.
Mr. Sulu, what is the status of our friends?
Status unchanged. They're still with us and keeping the same distance.
Continue evasive maneuvers.
Keep me informed. Kirk out.
Doctor, you have a medical record of Lt. Romaine?
Yes, Captain.
I'd like a few items from her psychological profile checked.
Any history of psychosomatic illness?
[Computer Processing]
Occasional and teenage routine incidents.
Any evidence of unconscious telepathic abilities?
[Computer Processing]
None.
Any pathological or unusual empathic responses?
No, Captain, not empathic.
However, an extremely flexible and pliant response...
to new learning situations is highly marked.
- Go ahead, Doctor. -After our phasers hit that thing,
I gave Lt. Romaine a standard Steinman analysis.
- The results might be interesting. - Uh-huh. Go ahead.
The comparison of our Steinman with Starfleet records...
shows that Lt. Romaine's fingerprints, voice analysis,
all external factors remain exactly the same as before.
However, according to two hyper-encephalograms,
her brain wave pattern has been altered.
- Why, that's impossible! - That's what I was taught.
But the BCP is just as consistent as fingerprints.
Well, let's see it.
Dr. McCoy, according to your records,
Lt. Romaine showed no abnormal telepathic powers.
That's right, Spock. But exceptional pliancy was indicated.
That might be a factor.
And you are sure that this is the correct slide?
Yes, Mr. Spock. That is tape deck D.
Brain circuitry pattern of Lt. Mira Romaine.
Gentlemen, it also happens to be tape H,
the impulse tracking obtained from the alien life units.
Nurse Chapel followed this. There can be no error.
Check it, Spock.
[ Computer Humming ]
As I said, Captain, this is the tracking obtained during the last shielded run.
[ Computer Beeps ]
Computer, run a detailed comparison:
brain circuitry patterns, tape D and tape H.
[ Computer ] Comparison tape D's brain circuitry patterns...
of Lt. Mira Romaine and tape H, brain circuitry patterns...
of alien life unit, identical. Identical.
Fascinating.
- There has been no error. - Dr. McCoy is correct, Captain.
There is an identity of minds taking place...
between the alien beings and the mind of Lt. Romaine.
Their thoughts are becoming hers.
Bridge to Capt. Kirk. The alien is no longer maintaining its distance.
Continue evasive action. Keep me informed. Kirk out.
Mira has tried to tell me all along that she was seeing things in advance.
Why didn't you report it?
You don't report space sickness. That's all I thought it was.
- What did she see? - First attack on the ship,
the attack on Memory Alpha...
and the time we nearly lost her.
Those were all acts carried out by our attacker.
And?
And?
Yes, Scotty?
What else?
I thought for a moment there was something else,
but I guess I was wrong.
- Was he wrong, Lieutenant? - Yes, there was one other time.
- What did you see? - I saw Scotty.
- Where? - I don't know.
What was he doing?
He was dying.
But now I understand what's been happening.
I've been seeing through another mind.
I've been flooded with thoughts not my own that control me.
Oh, Scotty, Scotty! I'd rather die than hurt you.
- I'd rather die. - All right, now.
What's all this talk of dying?
They've called a turn on us three out of four times.
Now, that's a better average than anybody deserves.
It's our turn now. We'll fight them.
So let's not hear anything more about dying.
- [Intercom Whistles] - Kirk here.
Sulu, Captain. All evasion tactics carried out as ordered.
- What success did you have? - It’s been useless, Captain.
At their present force, they will get through the shields, Captain.
- Warp 8, Mr. Sulu. - Yes, sir.
They'll be here very soon.
They may destroy you and us as they did Memory Alpha.
You are especially susceptible to their will.
But we have one chance to survive.
Don't resist!
Let them begin to function through you.
If we can control that moment, we have a chance.
Will you try?
Tell me what to do.
- Captain Kirk to medical lab. - Medical lab here, sir.
Prepare the anti-grav test units. Let's go.
Attention! All personnel, attention!
Alien force has penetrated the ship. Take defensive action.
[Sulu On P.A. ] Attention, all personnel.
Alien being has penetrated the ship. Take defensive action.
General quarters. Security condition three. Intruder alert.
Repeat. General quarters. Security condition three.
Intruder alert.
As soon as she has entered the gravity chamber, secure all ports.
Don't touch me, Scotty! Stay away.
[ Aliens Croaking ]
I-- We've lost her to them.
- Stay where you are. - She could kill us all in this state.
She will unless we are able to complete what the captain has planned.
Stay with us, Mira. Please stay!
I'm trying.
I want to be with you. They are too strong.
Don't lose yourself to them. Hold on!
[ Tricorder Humming ]
I am Mira Romaine.
I will be who I choose to be.
I will-- Stay away, Scotty!
They are with me. They will kill you.
You won't let them.
[ Alien Voice ] She cannot stop us. You cannot prevent it.
Mira! Mira!
- Captain! - That's not Mira talking.
Captain, we must deal with them directly,
now, while she still retains partial identity.
We can speak to them. They will answer using her voice.
I'm Captain James Kirk of the spaceship Enterprise.
Do you understand?
[ Alien Voice ] Yes, we understand you.
We have searched for a millennium for one...
through whom we can see and speak and hear...
and live out our lives.
- Who are you? - We are from Zetar.
That is one of the planets where all humanoid life was destroyed.
You can't be from Zetar. All life was destroyed there long ago.
Yes, all corporeal life was destroyed.
- Then what are you? - The desires, the hopes, the mind...
and the will of the last hundred of Zetar.
The force of our life could not be wiped out.
- All things die. - At the proper time.
Our planet was dying. We were determined to live on.
At the peak of our plans to go,
a sudden, final disaster struck us down.
But the force of our lives survived.
At last we have found someone through whom we can live it out.
[Kirk] The body of the one you inhabit has its own life to lead.
She will accept ours.
She will not. She is fighting for her own identity.
Her mind will accept our thoughts.
Our lives will be fulfilled.
Will she learn the way people on Memory Alpha learned?
- We did not wish to kill. - But you did kill!
No. Resisting us killed those people.
We did not kill them.
The price of your survival is too high.
We only want the girl.
You can't have her! You're entitled to your own life, but not another's.
[ Mira's Voice ] Life was given to me.
It is mine.
I want to live it out.
I will--
The girl’s life reading is becoming a match to the Zetarians.
She's losing.
[ Alien Voice ] Do not fight us.
They will not accept their own deaths.
They'll be forced to accept it.
You will all die!
Captain, if we cannot complete the plan, they will carry out their threat.
We must get her into the pressure chamber.
Jim, you realize the pressure needed to kill the Zetars might kill the girl too.
Mira will not kill me.
[Tricorder Humming]
[ Screams ]
[ Panting ]
I told ya she wouldn't kill me.
Secure the chamber.
Neutralize gravity.
[ Computer Beeping ]
The Zetars are growing stronger.
The weightless state has become their natural condition.
Pressurize the unit.
Bring pressure to two atmospheres...
and then increase one atmosphere per second.
Continue increasing pressure.
Pressure, Spock. Pressure.
The pressure is dangerously high, Captain.
It may damage her.
Continue, Spock.
Pressure!
We've done it, Jim. They're gone.
It's all right, Mira. They're gone.
They're gone!
Reduce the pressure very, very gradually, Spock.
We may tax Mr. Scott's patience, Doctor.
Lie perfectly still, Lieutenant. Try not to move at all.
Take deep, regular breaths.
Now, don't hold it. Continue to breathe deeply.
In, out.
In, out. That's it.
Now, you'll be in there another 20 minutes,
so why don't you Just try to relax?
Now we have all the time in the world.
Bones, are you able to judge the long-range effects on Lt. Romaine?
When the personality of a human is involved, predictions are hazardous.
Particularly where humans are involved.
However, despite Starfleet judgment of the pliancy of the lieutenant,
she put up a valiant struggle to retain her identity.
Dr. McCoy is correct, Captain.
While the truth was difficult to accept,
when it was revealed, the girl reacted well.
I would say her struggle in this would strengthen her entire ego structure.
Would either of you credit Scotty's steadfast belief in her as a factor?
You mean, love as motivation?
Hmm.
Humans do claim a great deal for that particular emotion.
- I suppose it is possible: however-- - No however, Mr. Spock.
It was a factor, and it will be a factor in the girl's recovery.
Do I take it both of you agree...
that Lt. Romaine need not return to star base for treatment?
-I think work would be a better therapy. -Logical.
- Capt. Kirk to Mr. Scott. - Scott here, sir.
- How is Lt. Romaine? - Beautiful, Captain.
Yes, Mr. Scott. Do I take it you say she is fit for duty?
- Positively, Captain. - Thank you. Kirk to bridge.
- Sulu, Captain. - Mr. Sulu, set course for Memory Alpha.
- Lt. Romaine has a lot of work to do. - Yes, sir.
Well, this is an Enterprise first.
Dr. McCoy, Mr. Spock and Engineer Scott...
find themselves in complete agreement.
Can I stand the strain?
[ Chuckles ]
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