Discussion in 'Star Trek - Original Series' started by LeadHead, Aug 16, 2010.
Flint: I am Brahms.
Spock: And da Vinci.
Spock: How many other names shall we call you?
Flint: Solomon, Alexander, Lazarus, Methuselah, Merlin, Abramson. A hundred other names you do not know.
SPOCK: You were born?
Flint: In that region of Earth later known as Mesopotamia, in the year 3834 BC, as the millennia are reckoned. I was Akharin, a soldier, a bully and a fool. I fell in battle, pierced to the heart and did not die.
McCoy: Instant tissue regeneration coupled with some perfect form of biological renewal. You learned that you were immortal, and....
Flint: And to conceal it. To live some portion of a life, pretend to age and then move on before my nature was suspected.
Spock: Your wealth and your intellect are the product of centuries of acquisition. You knew the greatest minds in history.
Flint: Galileo, Socrates, Moses. I have married a hundred times, Captain. Selected, loved, cherished. Caressed a smoothness, inhaled a brief fragrance. Then age, death, the taste of dust. Do you understand?
Spock: You wanted a perfect, ultimate woman, as brilliant, as immortal as yourself. Your mate for all time.
Flint: Designed by my heart. I could not love her more.
KIRK: Spock, you knew?
Spock: I had hoped I was wrong.
FLINT: You cannot love an android, Captain. I love her. She is my handiwork, my property. She is what I desire.
KIRK:: You brought me here to learn this? Does she know?
FLINT: She will never know.
Kirk: Lets go.
FLINT: You will stay.
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