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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.

Captain's Log, Stardate 5501.2.

We are orbiting the planet Lactra Vll.

Our mission is to discover
the whereabouts or fate

of a six-member science crew.

Voice contact having yielded nothing,
a landing party beamed aboard

to see if the deserted ship's log
and computers

could give us any information.

It is now 32 minutes
since our last contact

with the three members of our crew
on the planet surface.

As the senior officer aboard, I,
Lieutenant Commander Markel,

have made the following decision.

The three remaining crew members,
myself included,

will beam down to effect a rescue.

If, for any reason, we do not return,
be it known that...

- It was against all orders.
- The need was apparently desperate.

The Captain of a ship,
no matter his rank,

must follow the book.

A capability, I'm afraid,
out of the reach of most humans.

You Vulcans are the most
impossible, unimaginative...

- Bones, that's not helping the situation.
- Sorry, Jim.

Mr. Spock, what can we expect
to find on Lactra Vll?

It's a Class-M planet,
gravity, earth normal,

atmosphere, earth normal.

There is no previous information
available except that

which the survey ship logged
before her crew left her.

According to their log,
they beamed down six weeks ago.

Five weeks, three days, two hours
and four minutes, to be exact, Captain.

Careless of me, Mr. Spock.

- Planetary life forms?
- It certainly can support life forms.

But I cannot speculate on what type
without further data.

Mr. Arex is conducting
a sensor scan now.

It will take too long
to do a comprehensive scan.

I want a landing party
to at least beam down

to the last known coordinates
the other crew used.

Jim, if the others are lost,
why take the risk?

Because they may not be dead.
We have to find out.

- It's still a risk.
- That's why we're here, Bones.

Gentlemen, we'll travel light.

Phasers, tricorders, communicators
and medical kit.

You have the coordinates
from the other ship, Scotty.

Put us down in the same place.

Sir, Mr. Arex has located
a variety of life forms on the planet.

No large groups or city clusters yet.

Then we'll beam back up.

- Logical, Captain.
- Energize, Mr. Scott.

Everyone all right?

Ten yards the other way
and we'd be boiled alive.

Unusual that such a lake would exist
under these planetary conditions.

Spock?

Most remarkable.

- It may be able to navigate on land.
- I know it can.

Phasers on stun!

Let's get out of here.

Not a very welcome sight, is it?

I'll see if I can pick up anything
on my communicator.

This is Captain Kirk
of the U.S.S. Enterprise,

calling the crew of the Ariel.

Come in please. Come in.

They're answering.

- Did you get a fix on that, Jim?
- Yes. That way.

Strange you didn't get a voice reply.

There could be many reasons
why we did not.

Never mind counting them.

Phasers on stun!

It seems to gather strength
from our phasers.

In my opinion.

Concentrate on the underside
of the neck.

- Captain?
- Right here. You all right?

I am undamaged.

Where is Dr. McCoy?

It came from back there.

We'll get you out, Bones!

It would appear a more logical solution
is in order, Captain.

We don't lift the tail off,
we dig the Doctor out.

Thanks. The air
was running out under there.

- Were you hurt?
- No. Just surprised.

It isn't every day a dinosaur falls on you.

- This is a pretty strange place.
- Agreed.

How much desert
do we have to cross, Mr. Spock?

- 1.1 kilometers, sir.
- We'd better pick up our pace.

- 1.1 kilometers, sir.
- We'd better pick up our pace.

There's no place for cover
if we meet any other creatures.

The bearing on the signal we heard
is that way.

Captain, the beast,
did it seem familiar to you?

I've seen something very like it
on Canopus III,

but that's light-years from here.

Still, this desert area is the same
as on Canopus.

You propose the same environment

necessarily prompts
the same evolution?

My shoes are full of sand.

Doctor, your lack of scientific interest
is amazing.

I'll be happy to discuss that
with you, Mr. Spock,

next time you drop in to my medical lab.

Oh, this seems a lot more friendly
than the desert.

Captain, doesn't it strike you strange
that two such different ecologies

could co-exist so closely?

- I've seen stranger things, Mr. Spock.
- Merely an observation, Captain.

Kirk to Enterprise.

- Enterprise. Scott here.
- Any new information, Scotty?

There is a large concentration
of life forms

98.5 kilometers north-east of you.

Apparently a city,
or a central gathering place.

- Nothing else yet.
- North-east.

That's where we got the signal from.

All right, Scotty, keep scanning.
Kirk out.

I don't like it, Jim.
Why only one short signal and no more?

I don't know. But at least they're alive.

- Apparently alive. We cannot be sure.
- I choose to believe they are.

- Allow me to test the water first, Doctor.
- Go ahead.

- But it looks clear enough.
- Captain, the water is too pure.

- It tastes just fine.
- Nonetheless, it is too pure.

- In other words, it's too good to be true.
- Correct, Captain.

And a rain forest this close to a desert
is also illogical.

It is my theory that what we have seen
since we landed was manufactured,

not created.

Terraforming isn't new.
It implies intelligent life forms.

Yes, but terraforming
usually follows a pattern.

This seems like random choice.

Unless, of course,
the random choice is the pattern.

Spock, do you ever say anything
straight out?

I thought I just did, Doctor.

Gentlemen, please.
We have work to do.

The desperation of the science ship's
first landing party is now obvious.

- We're still alive, aren't we?
- That's true.

However, not exactly safe.

Phasers on full stun.

- They're useless!
- No.

They're like the dragons on Maravel.
The stun charge should get them.

That's strange.

By observation alone, it appears
they hit an invisible force field.

If that's true, Spock, then...

We've been traveling for hours.
Where are they taking us?

Towards the north-west,
toward the city Scotty reported.

Captain, there it is.

That must be 5 square kilometers.

If these are the builders,
it is an admirable feat.

They don't seem very interested
in communicating with us.

- If they can communicate at all.
- Perhaps not in a way we understand.

I keep receiving impressions.

Any ideas, Doctor?

Well, I've got one
and I definitely don't like it.

I'd guess they're doing
exactly what we would do.

Which is?

Well, if we came upon an alien creature
we'd never seen before,

the first thing we'd do is to make sure
it was free of harmful bacteria.

- Then we'd see if it was intelligent.
- Congratulations, Doctor.

A most logical assumption.

A more important question, gentlemen,

is whether or not there's a way
out of here.

A force field.
It seems harmless enough.

So do the bars of a jail,
unless you're on the inside.

And we are definitely on the inside.

Hey, somebody!

- Anybody!
- A wasteful use of energy, Doctor.

I believe they can hear us
without your shouting.

You said
you were picking up impressions.

Are the aliens telepathic?

I've come to the conclusion
they are, Captain.

But the speed
at which the thoughts flow

is too great for me to comprehend,

except for the most fleeting image.

Surely we can communicate with them
some way.

They appear to be as advanced
beyond Earth civilization

as you are from a colony of ants.

Then what were all those other
creatures where we beamed down?

You will recall
we recognized at least two species

from vastly different planets.

The environment did not appear natural
to this planet.

A technology this advanced
could easily travel to other star systems

to collect specimens.

- You mean it's some kind of a zoo?
- Exactly.

They took our phasers, communicators
and other equipment

so they must have some idea
we're intelligent.

Not necessarily, Captain.

They could have taken them
for the same reason

you would take a sharp object
away from a child.

Or maybe they want to see
how our "toys" work.

That, too, is a possibility.

Wait a minute.

You, you...

- Hey!
- We've got to communicate with them.

Well, so much for mythology.

I find them strangely attractive.

Look ahead!

Better do what they want
for now, anyway.

They activated another force field.

- This is real grass.
- Yes, Doctor.

This area has been carefully prepared
for human types.

- The aliens are safe now.
- How's that?

They are safe
because we are now exhibits in a zoo.

A zoo? I'm no animal.

On this planet, Bones,
they seem to be the people

and we are the animals.

Hello! I'm Lieutenant Commander
Tom Markel.

This is our biologist, Randi Bryce.

James Kirk, Captain of the Enterprise.
First Officer Spock.

Our physician, Dr. McCoy.

- We've been expecting you.
- You've what?

We heard your communicator signal.

- Then why didn't you warn us?
- We couldn't warn you.

They're constantly picking up
our equipment and fooling with it.

Where do they keep the equipment?

- I could use my tricorder.
- No use, sir.

They're on an exhibit table.
Beyond the force field.

There were six of you on the mission.

We didn't beam down in time
to save the original three.

Lieutenant Randolph is in the house.

She's running a high fever,

but we can't seem
to do anything about it.

I'll check her out. Maybe I can help.

What have you learned
about the aliens?

There's not much, sir. This is a zoo.

So tremendous
as to be almost unbelievable.

- Have you tried an escape?
- A dozen different ways.

Tunnels, a weakness in the force field,
nothing worked.

- Have you tried to communicate?
- Yes, sir.

But all we've been able to arouse
in them is a sort of quivering motion.

- We seem to have company.
- They built this for us.

We've concluded they're telepathic.
I guess they read our minds

and came as close as they could
to make it like home.

- Spock, try and make contact.
- Yes, sir.

I can't seem to get through, Captain.

They appear too involved
with each other.

You seem to be getting a response.

My impression is that
they are laughing at me.

So far, Mr. Spock,
we haven't found anything funny in this.

Animals in a zoo rarely do.

Let's find the others.
I feel a need for human companionship.

Captain Kirk, Mr. Spock,
this is Nancy Randolph, our navigator.

How is she?

Without my instruments,
it's difficult to make an exact diagnosis.

Rough guess is a malarial type infection
caused by an insect bite.

I can't do anything without my medikit.

- The Lactrans outside, what do they do?
- They appear to be guards, sir.

Making sure we don't harm each other.

Do they feed us
or do we shift for ourselves?

They bring supplies once a week.

- Always to the same place?
- Yes, always, near the display case.

What display case?

Behind this house,
outside the force field.

All our "toys," phasers, communicators,
medical supplies.

Then my equipment should be there.

Maybe we can get them
to give them back to us.

Captain, they are highly intelligent.

I'm sure they are quite aware

of the purpose
of each piece of equipment now.

The medical kit wouldn't be harmful.

It would help her,
one of their "specimens."

Then think about it that way, Doctor.

Food. But it's not feeding time.

They must have sensed a need
and interpreted it as food.

I suggest we all concentrate
on the medical kit.

It's all here. They haven't damaged it.

What's your evaluation
of the situation, Markel?

They treat us quite well, sir.
They seem to want us alive and well.

And they don't want to let us go.

A natural reaction
for the curators of a zoo.

Sir, do you think there is any chance
of getting out?

As long as we're alive, there's a chance.

Tonight I'll try and find
a weak link in the force field.

Begging your pardon, Captain,

I think we should
face the situation realistically.

We are specimen animals in a zoo.

And they have taken every precaution
to prevent our escape.

To them we are caged for life.

We seem to be drawing quite a crowd.

Gentlemen, since they are
learning from us,

why don't we learn
something from them?

How? We can't get through to them.

They communicate telepathically.

Between themselves, yes, but,
Mr. Spock, aren't Vulcans telepathic?

To a degree, with our own species
and with some others,

but the Lactran intelligence
is eons beyond mine.

How much have you learned?

About as much as a mother learns
from a six-month-old infant.

- What's their impression of us?
- We seem to frighten the smaller ones.

Some, the females, I believe,
find us quite ugly.

What about the Enterprise, Jim?
Scotty could get worried.

He could beam down a fighting force.

My orders were not to attempt a rescue
under any condition.

A wise move, Captain.

From what I can gather,

even the Enterprise is no match
for their force field.

How about coming up
with another move, then?

- If I may suggest, sir?
- Go ahead.

It is obvious they can pick up
specific thought transmissions from us

if they care to go to the trouble.

I suggest that
one of our number appear to be ill.

The rest of us
will put strong thoughts in our minds

that a communicator is needed
for recovery.

Let's try it, and let's be close
to the communicator when we do.

I'll pretend I'm sick.
All of you concentrate.

It's a little one. Could be a child.

Once I get my hands
on a communicator,

I can have Scotty
beam us all aboard the Enterprise.

Ready, now.

The communicator,
concentrate on the communicator.

Enterprise! This is Captain Kirk!
Beam us aboard!

What in the cosmos...

I'm receiving an impression

they are worried
about their child, Captain.

I'm worried about the Enterprise.

They seem to think
you made the child disappear.

They did not know
we were a deadly species

capable of injuring one of them.

Well, let's not stand here.
Let's do something.

The best thing we can do is...

- What is it?
- They're in my head.

What happened to the baby?

- What happened?
- Captain, fight it.

Fight it as hard as you can.

They think too fast
in too complex a manner.

If he gives up for even one moment,
he may go mad.

Everyone clear out!

- What's going on?
- I think it's harmless, but I'm not sure!

- What do you want us to do?
- Whatever it wants me to.

Now, supposing you and I talk this over.

You can talk, can't you? You can't talk.

Well, what can you do?

Oh, no!

Listen, you'll send us off into space
if you...

- Jim, are you all right?
- Yes.

I think so.

Captain, they have concluded
they cannot break through your mind

on a one-to-one basis.

They are now gathering
the mental strength

of all five of them to break through.

I can't hold out against that many.

Everybody, concentrate on Captain Kirk.

Form a thought screen.

No. No!

Let me alone! Please.

They're destroying me!

Tearing my mind to...

To...

I'm all...

I'm all right.

- Scotty. What are you doing here?
- My young friend brought me.

- You made contact?
- It made contact with me.

What did you learn?

It's only six years old
but it has an IQ in the thousands.

It picked my brain, all the knowledge
in the Enterprise computers,

and sent us flying off out of orbit.

- Then how did you get here?
- I convinced it I wasn't a pet,

and that it should bring the ship
back into orbit.

Then I got it into the transporter
to return here.

They are trying to contact us directly.
I can make out something.

It's difficult, they think so fast.

But the child has learned
and told its parents

all about the Federation
and the races it encompasses.

- That fast?
- What else do they know about us?

We are considered simplistic,

but in the process of evolving
into a higher order.

- Even Vulcans?
- Yes. Even Vulcans.

But the little one didn't tell
or think that to me.

- Backward child, but growing.
- Exactly, sir.

It seems they were where we are

some tens of thousands
of centuries ago.

Their centuries, not ours.

- Do we get out of here?
- It appears so.

They do not feel we belong in their zoo.

- Everyone ready to transport?
- So long, lad. Nice meeting you.

Kirk to Enterprise.

Prepare to beam aboard two parties,
all human.

Captain, we are
a scientific contact team,

and we learned practically nothing.

Offhand, I'd say
we learned to keep our hands off.

But there was so much more.

There will be other opportunities,
Mr. Markel.

I have just received
their final telepathic message.

Which is?

We'll be welcome back,
in 20 or 30 centuries.

- Our time or theirs?
- Theirs.

And it will take me some time
to figure out how long that is.

Either way, Mr. Spock,
it will hardly be our problem.