She knew he would be on the ship and was hoping he’d come look for her. Their little goovefest is interrupted when Chekov comes in looking for Irina. I’ll look at it shining all around me and say, Oh, I can’t have honey, and I can’t have cream Meanwhile, those darn kids are jamming with their “music.” Adam seems to be the musician among them, and he rocks out with this tune: Kirk, not wanting to seem square, says he’ll work on his attitude.

Spock also explains that “Herbert! Herbert!” refers to a punctilious asshat official. They regard themselves as aliens in their own worlds, a condition with which I am somewhat familiar.Īw. SPOCK: It is not sympathy so much as curiosity, Captain. Has he been harboring patchouli tendencies, too? In fact, I’m doing it right now.Īnyway, Kirk doesn’t grok why Spock seems to understand these people so well. They hunger for an Eden where spring comes. A profound revulsion against the planned communities, the programming, the sterilized, artfully balanced atmospheres. SPOCK: There are many who are uncomfortable with what we have created. The leader, Sevrin, was once a great scientist and researcher Tongo Rad is apparently adept at space studies and Irina, of course, was distinguished enough to make it to the Academy. Kirk, meanwhile, is baffled by the whole organization. Kirk grants Chekov permission to leave his post so he can find her. Kirk and Spock return to the bridge, where Chekov confesses that he recognizes the voice of one of the hippies: Irina, a classmate (and old flame) of his at Starfleet Academy. The hippies respond by screaming “Herbert! Herbert! Herbert! Herbert!” (Also, it’s necessary for the Shyamalan-level “plot twist” to come.) The leader again requests that they be taken to Eden, but Kirk makes it clear that they will all be dispersed and sent back to their home planets as soon as the Enterprise make it back to a starbase. We recognize no authority save that within ourselves.īut isn’t zero the beginning? Well, that’s all fine and good, but Kirk orders the baby anarchists to get a check-up in sickbay anyway because they could have been exposed to intense levels of radiation when their ship exploded.

SEVRIN: We do not recognize Federation regulations nor the existence of hostilities. SEVRIN: And we protest against being harassed, pursued, attacked, seized and transported here against our wishes. SEVRIN: We turn our backs on confusion and seek the beginning. SEVRIN: If you understand One, you know our purpose. He unites his thumbs and forefingers to create a triangle and says: “One.” This gets the leader’s attention.Įxactly! Wait, what? Spock asks them to explain their way of life for those of us at home.

They respond by calling him “Herbert.” Spock offers to step in and try his hand at diplomacy. Rad is the son of a Catullan ambassador and because negotiations between the Federation and Catullus * are tense, Kirk has been asked to be very delicate with respect to the petulant child-hippies. He singles out Tongo Rad, a young man rocking a purple bald eagle look, as the reason they’re not all under arrest. Instead, they shriek like new age banshees, “No go! No go! No go!” Let’s just hope Nurse Chapel doesn’t have to play babysitter again. They sit down on the transporter pads and refuse to move when Scotty tries to take them to the briefing room. In the transporter bay six space hippies, covered in floral body paint and flowing robes, materialize before us. He will regret this is fairly short order, as will we all. Soon their engines begin to overheat (we know this because it turns red, like an electric stovetop) and when it becomes obvious they’re going to explode, Kirk orders Scotty to beam aboard the crew of six to the Enterprise. They seem to really want to get to Romulan territory (must be the ale) because they struggle against the tractor beam. Despite repeated hails the cruiser will not turn back, and so Kirk engages a tractor beam to tow them to safety. The Enterprise is chasing a small re-used Tholian dart cruiser that’s heading for Romulan space. Story by Michael Richards and Arthur Heinemann

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