In "This Side of Paradise," Kirk had no other choice. He had to find a way to shake off the spores to get his ship and his crew back. Without the spores, the colonists would have succumbed to the deadly Berthold rays within a week (according to the dialogue).
Umm, what? Sure there is a choice - do not shake off the spores. Berthold rays will be no problem then.
If Kirk himself selfishly wants to flee, he's free to do so. He doesn't need to drag the space hippies with him - after the ultrasound trick is done with, they can go get a new dose of protection from the spores, and return to their bliss.
Uh, where did you get that? He/she/it certainly doesn't appear to have any difficulty communicating.
Ah, but that's exactly what he/she/it did appear to have. There was a lot of blah blah blah, but no evidence through subsequent actions that the creature comprehended any of it.
Dr. Crater thinks he has a rapport with the beast. Then again, he thinks it's his wife!
The rest is just the beast sounding like a tall, dark stranger or the compassionate doctor, exactly like it looks like the parts.
Where do you get that? Rand shoos the false Green away when "he" tries to grab the salt shaker!
Again, that's just it: the creature has options, and the ones it chooses are the worst possible ones. Instead of pressing on with attempts to steal salt, it murders. Instead of asking, it murders. Instead of relying on its "husband" to secure an endless supply of salt tablets, it murders.
The easy outs do not appeal to the beast. It desperately and indeed suicidally seeks the real deal. Sentencing it to what would amount to a diet of moldy bread and stale water at best is not merciful and compassionate protection for a pitiful survivor, but its conceptual opposite.
(emphasis added) And that was a good thing? They're supposed to be explorers, not exploiters.
I rather doubt that. Every instance of them being assigned a "survey" was about them helping the UFP exploit the local resources. Idle scientific curiosity was a hobby Spock was allowed to have during his working hours, as long as it didn't interfere with his duties.
And as soon as Sandoval "comes down," he doesn't want to stay.
Well, he "gives every cooperation" to the violent oppressors. What choice would he have? He already knows what this monster in a gold shirt is capable of, and how he responds to perfectly reasonable arguments.
At any rate, Spock's cut monologue ultimately works out to be an argument for transplanting the salt vampire to another planet. Presumably one with lots of salt, and no sentient life.
And this is the thing that simply sounds morally highly dubious. Would
you want to live alone on a desert island with but an endless supply of, say, cheddar? If the alternative were at least some sort of care? This "another planet" might not be to the beast the horrid hellhole the original planet was, but it wouldn't be "home", either. So care would best be facilitated in some other fashion,
any other fashion.
People who actually care about animal welfare don't obsess about not killing. People who care about human welfare carry different ballast, but those going for a good death (which is the only option available to this Lonesome George or Gracie here) would try and alleviate the effects of the unavoidable solitary confinement, rather than accentuate them.
(And of course, this whole discussion begs the question of how that salt vampire blackout gag in Lower Decks made any sense at all.)
And what the salt vampire in Trelane's castle was supposed to be all about. Do these beasts wander throughout the galaxy, killing innocent planets before themselves succumbing to cannibalism? Is that fishnet, worn by all vampires seen so far, just generic alien haute couture rather than Mad Max chic for the last survivor? Are we looking at a sapient species that either has its rotten apples, or is rotten to the core to begin with? Or at a true vampire, a creature with as little moral justification for not being killed as a Borg Drone does?
Timo Saloniemi