Security, send a detachment to the transporter room immediately, phaser side arms, and be
prepared to give presidential honours.
Jim, do you really believe he's Abraham Lincoln?
It's obvious he believes it.
Doctor McCoy, Mister Spock, full dress uniforms.
[Transporter room] (Scott is in kilt and plaid, the three security
guards look smart) Full dress?
Presidential honours?
What is this nonsense, Mister Dickerson?
I understand President Lincoln's coming aboard, sir.
Ha!
You're daft, man.
All I know is what the captain tells me, and he says he'll have the hide of the first man
that so much as smiles.
(McCoy enters) 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.
(Kirk and Spock enter) If so, we'll execute appropriate honours to
each, Mister 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 apparently highly advanced life-form.
Until we know, when in Rome, we'll do as the Romans do.
CHEKOV [OC]: Bridge to Transporter room.
One minute to overhead position.
Locked on to something.
Does that appear human to you, Mister Spock?
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.
Doctor McCoy, take tricorder readings and see if it is human.
Appropriate ruffles and flourishes, Mister Spock.
Security, stand ready.
Phaser team, set ready for a heavy stun.
SPOCK: Band honours ready, Captain.
Energise.
(A tall, lean figure in a black frock coat is beamed aboard to drum beat and a bosun's
whistle) The USS Enterprise is honoured to have you
aboard, Mister President.
Strange.
Where are the musicians?
That's taped music, sir.
A starship on active duty never carries an honour detachment.
Taped music, you say.
Well, perhaps Mister 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, whatever you mean apparently works
very well indeed.
Gentlemen, if those are weapons, please lower them.
At my age, I'm afraid I'm not very dangerous.
Human, Jim.
All too human, Doctor McCoy.
Happy to make your acquaintance.
Mister President, may I present my officers.
Commander Spock, second in command, Engineering Officer Scott and Security Officer Dickerson.
Mister Spock, Mister Scott, Mister 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.
And 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.
Mister President.
A most interesting vessel.
(Kirk, Lincoln, Spock and security leave) Just what was it you locked onto before you
beamed him aboard?
You heard Mister Spock yourself.
Mineral he called it, like living rock.
And that became Lincoln?
I couldn't tell.
It may have been another figure down there standing by.
What do you make of it?
I'm not quite sure.