something.
- [ Transporter Beeping ]
Does that appear human
to you, Mr. Spock?
Fascinating. For a moment,
it appeared almost mineral.
Like living rock
with heavy fore claws.
It’s settling down now
to completely human readings.
We can beam it aboard
anytime now, sir.
Dr. McCoy, take
tricorder readings...
and see if it is human.
Appropriate ruffles
and flourishes, Mr. Spock.
Security, stand ready.
Phaser team, set and ready
for a heavy stun.
[ Transporter Beeping ]
- Band honors ready, Captain.
- Energize.
[Transporter Humming]
"[Drum roll]
"[Drum Cadence]
"[Continues]
" [ Blowing Whistle ]
"[Drum roll Resumes]
"[Band Playing]
The U.S.S. Enterprise is honored
to have you aboard, Mr. President.
"[Band Continues]
Strange.
Where are the musicians?
That's taped music, sir.
A starship on active duty never
carries an honor detachment.
"Taped music," you say?
Well, perhaps Mr. Spock will be good
enough to explain that to me later.
A most interesting way
to come aboard, Captain.
What was the device used?
An energy-matter scrambler, sir.
The molecules in your body
are converted into energy,
then beamed into this chamber...
and reconverted back into
their original pattern.
Well, since
I'm obviously here,
- and quite whole,
- [ Chuckles ]
whatever you mean
apparently works very well indeed.
Ye gentlemen, if those are weapons,
please lower them.
At my age, I'm afraid
I'm not very dangerous.
Human, Jim.
All too human, Dr. McCoy.
Happy to make your acquaintance.
Mr. President,
may I present my officers:
Commander Spock,
second in command,
Engineering Officer Scott
and Security Officer Dickerson.
Mr. Spock, Mr. Scott,
Mr. Dickerson.
Gentlemen, I hope
to talk to each of you.
But, meanwhile, your captain
is consumed with questions...
and I shall do my utmost
to answer them.
I trust your duties will permit time
to answer some of mine.
At your service,
Captain.
Lieutenant Dickerson, you and
your men may return to quarters.
Mr. President.
A most interesting vessel.
Just what was it you locked
onto before you beamed him aboard?
You heard Mr. Spock yourself.
Mineral he called it,
like living rock.
- And that became Lincoln?
- I couldn't tell.
May have been another figure
down there standing by.
What do you make of it?
I'm not quite sure.
Captain's Log :
Star date 5906.4.
Who or what has been
beamed aboard our vessel?
An alien who has changed himself
into this form? An illusion?
I cannot conceive it possible
that Abraham Lincoln...
could have actually been
reincarnated.
And yet his kindness,
his gentle wisdom, his humor,
everything about him
is so right.
Yes, if I recall, your Union Army
observation balloons...
were tendered 600
or so feet high.
We're 643 miles above
the surface of this planet.
You can measure great distances
that closely?
We do, sir.
643 miles,
2,02 1 feet,
2.04 inches
at this moment,
using your old-style
measurements.
Bless me!
- Excuse me, Captain Kirk.
- Yes, Lieutenant.
- Mr. Scott--
- What a charming Negress.
Oh, forgive me, my dear.
I know in my time some used that
term as a description of property.
But why should I object
to that term, sir?
In our century,
we've learned not to fear words.
May I present our communications
officer, Lieutenant Uhura.
The foolishness
of my century...
had me apologizing
where no offense was given.
We've each learned to be
delighted with what we are.
The Vulcan’s learned that
centuries before we did.
It is basic to the Vulcan
philosophy, sir.
The combination
of a number of things...
- to make existence worthwhile.
- Yes.
Philosophy of "Nome,"
meaning all.
How did I know that?
Just as I seem to know
that on the planet surface...
you will meet one of
the greatest living Vulcan’s...
in the history of your planet.
My mind cannot
recall his name,
but I know
he will be there.
What is it that powers
your vessel, Captain?
- May I see your engine room?