into your book.
- Good night, Spock.
- Good night, Doctor.
I do wish
he could forget her.
Forget.All observation stations,
take final readings.
This will be our last orbit.
Spock, any answers?
I still read a suggestion...
of carbon cycle life-forms
on the planet surface, Captain.
Which is scientifically
impossible...
- under conditions there.
- Agreed.
Mr. Sulu, switch to the planet
area I have under observation.
Reading it now, Mr. Spock.
It seems to indicate artificial
power being generated...
in factor seven quantities.
Which would indicate
a considerable civilization there.
What's all this poppycock about
life-forms on this planet, Spock?
The surface is molten lava.
The atmosphere is poisonous.
Our readings could be false, perhaps
caused by some natural phenomena.
I think Starfleet should forget
about those old space legends.
There's no intelligent
life here.
Lieutenant, anything
from the planet?
I repeatedly tried on every
hailing frequency, sir.
There's no response
on any channel.
Transmit to Starfleet...
our sensor readings
and log entries on the planet.
Surface conditions
make it impossible...
for us to beam down
and investigate further.
We are going on
to our next assignment.
- Aye, aye, sir.
- Completing final orbit, sir.
- Prepare to warp us out.
- [ Beeping ]
- Alert status!
- We're being scanned, Captain.
A deep probe,
incredibly swift.
Jim!
Captain Kirk, I believe.
A pleasure to make
your acquaintance.
- Uhura--
- No need...
to check your voice
telegraph device.
Do I gather that
you recognize me?
I recognize what
you appear to be.
And appearances
can be most deceiving,
but not in this case,
James Kirk.
I am Abraham Lincoln.
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.
Spock.
Fascinating.
I have been described
in many ways, Mr. Spock,
- but never with that word.
- I was requesting your analysis.
They did scan us
and our vessel, Captain,
and doubtless obtained
sufficient information...
- to present this illusion.
- Illusion?
Captain, will you permit me
to come aboard your vessel?
No doubt you have devices
which can check my reality.
We'd be honored to have
you aboard, Mr. President.
Do you still measure
time in minutes?
We can convert to it, sir.
Then you should be directly
over my position in--
There! Exactly twelve
and one half minutes.
Until then, Captain.
Thank you, Mr. Mulney.
Small change
occurring there, Captain.
- Magnification four, helm.
- Aye, aye, sir.
An area of approximately
1 ,000 square kilometers.
It measures
completely earth-like.
-Perfect oxygen-nitrogen atmosphere.
-He called it to the second.
We'll be over it
in exactly 1 2 minutes now.
Security, send a detachment...
to the transporter room
immediately, phaser side arms,
and be prepared to give
presidential honors.
Jim, do you really believe
he's Abraham Lincoln?
It's obvious
he believes it.
Dr. McCoy, Mr. Spock,
full dress uniforms.
Full dress?
Presidential honors?
What is this nonsense,
Mr. Dickerson?
I understand President Lincoln's
coming aboard, sir.
Are you daft, man?
All I know is what
the captain tells me.
He says he'll have the hide of the
first man that so much as smiles.
I'd have expected sanity
from the ship's surgeon, at least!
President Lincoln, indeed!
No doubt to be followed by Louis
of France and Robert the Bruce.
If so, we'll execute appropriate
honors to each, Mr. Scott.
- Aye, sir.
- Gentlemen, I don't for a moment...
believe that President Lincoln
is actually coming aboard,
but we're dealing with an unknown
and highly advanced life-form.
Until we know, when in Rome,
we'll do as the Romans do.
[Hailing Signal]
Bridge to Transporter Room.
One minute to overhead position.
- Locked on to