Captain's log, stardate 5577.3. We are approaching the remains of the
burnt out supernova Arachna. Requested update survey will begin with
measurements of its radiation and volume expansion.
SPOCK: Arachna is entering its cycle of strongest
KIRK: Uhura, inform Starbase Twenty Three we have arrived at the gas
cloud and are starting to map.
UHURA: Captain, I'm getting some interference on subspace extreme upper
registers. If it's a signal, I don't recognise it.
UHURA: The star Cepheus. From its single satellite. That area's never
produced radio transmissions before.
KIRK: Put it on the speaker.
SPOCK: Signals appear random. Perhaps some are beyond our reception
KIRK: Could be a natural radio source newly energised by
SPOCK: Correction. One isolated word pattern detected. If you accept
intersat code as still operative.
UHURA: Intersat? That's been out of use for two centuries.
SPOCK: The code word is t-e-r-r-a-t-i-n.
UHURA: It's stopped now, sir. No response at all to our signal.
SPOCK: Computers show no immediate information on the word terratin.
KIRK: Was the word totally random, Mister Spock?
SPOCK: No, sir. It was repeated twice in the transmission.
KIRK: Mister Sulu, lay in a course for Cepheus.
SULU: Aye, sir.
MCCOY: Jim, you don't mean you're going to abandon the mapping mission
to check out some meaningless signal?
KIRK: Meaningless at the moment, Bones, but it was sent twice. Odds
against that occurring in a totally random transmission are too high to
ignore. There may be some intelligence trying to contact us. Mister
Spock, continue research on the word terratin.
SPOCK: Yes, sir.
MCCOY: It's a waste of time if you ask me.
(Arriving at the star)
SPOCK: Only data is from early exploration. Planet is listed as Class
M, core molten, mantle and crust entirely crystalline.
KIRK: But nothing in the computer banks about surface eruptions.
There's our likely radio source, simply crystalline projections of
recent volcanic activity.
(But down on the planet, a radio dish is definitely doing something)
KIRK: Set for a single elliptic orbit.
SULU: Aye, sir. Entering orbit now.
SPOCK: I register a disturbance, Captain. As if an impulse just passed
through the ship.
KIRK: Type and source?
SPOCK: Unidentified. It's extremely faint and diffused. Captain, I
suggest we delay orbit until it can be analysed for nature and effect.
KIRK: Bridge reports.
SULU: All instruments functioning, ship's condition normal, all area
status lights are green.
AREX: Sensors detect nothing abnormal, sir.
KIRK: Bridge to Engineering. Scotty, how are your engines?
SCOTT: Purring like happy kittens, Captain.
KIRK: Bridge to Sickbay. Bones, we've just
recorded an unidentified impulse. Any effect on sensitive lab animals?
MCCOY: Nothing, Jim. The gossamer mice show no
signs of shock.
(The mice are semi-transparent)
CHAPEL: Our halo fish is bright as ever, Doctor. Now, this species
loses all colour at the least environmental change.
KIRK [OC]: Very well.
KIRK: Well, Spock, your x-waves seem harmless
enough. Make your analysis while we proceed into orbit. Commence your
sensor sweep, Mister Arex.
AREX: Sensors show crystalline surface heavily fractured by lava flows.
Ash and smoke suspended in oxygen-nitrogen atmos
(He's cut off by a loud noise, and the Enterprise glows like a halo
AREX: My eyes!
(Everybody glows for a while, then it stops as suddenly as it started)
KIRK: Anyone hurt here?
VARIOUS: No, sir.
KIRK: Lieutenant Arex?
AREX: No injury, sir.
UHURA: Damage reports, all ship areas, damage reports.
SULU: All instruments functioning normally. Maintaining orbit. But
strictly on impulse power, sir.
SPOCK: Wave bombardment reduced, but continuing. Deflector shields
MCCOY: No casualties reported, Jim.
MCCOY [OC]: What happened?
KIRK: Don't know yet.
SCOTT: Engineering. No casualties, Captain, but
trouble aplenty with the engines. Every dilithium crystal connection's
smashed in the warp engine circuitry. We're trying to bypass them now.
KIRK: What about main circuits?
SCOTT: Well, you have to see it to believe it, sir. Those big crystals
in there have come apart. Each of them unpeeling like the rind of an
KIRK: Analysis, Spock.
SCOTT: Our only hope now is rewiring impulse. But there are a thousand
SPOCK: Captain, this is quite unprecedented. Notice the fracturing is
spiro-form, similar to long chain molecules.
KIRK: But dilithium molecules are the hardest, most rigid
GABLER: Mister Scott! More trouble with the circuit work.
SCOTT: What now, Gabler?
GABLER: All the tools, sir. They're too big for us to handle.
SCOTT: You sound like you're blathering, man. Wait, I'm coming.
KIRK: Spock, are you slumping?
SPOCK: I have never slumped in my life, Captain, but I was about to ask
you the same
BRIEL [OC]: Security! Anyone, please! Mess Officer Briel requesting
help in the Main Dining Room. Tables, chairs, silverware, everything
seems to have enlarged. Women losing rings, hairpins. Some are near
UHURA: Captain, the most incredible thing is
KIRK: We know. The whole ship has apparently expanded.
SPOCK: An equally good possibility is that ship's personnel have
contracted, and may be continuing to shrink.
KIRK: Take us out of orbit, Mister Sulu. Shut down all unnecessary
systems. Get every ounce of impulse power. We've got to get away from
Captain's log, stardate 5577.5. Our limited power
attempt to escape the planet's gravity has failed. Undefined wave
bombardment continues, resulting in a contraction of our bodies, or an
expansion of the ship, by a factor of point three.
UHURA: No reply to our mayday, Captain. I don't
believe we have enough power to transmit to Starbase Twenty Three.
KIRK: Very well. Spock, what have you learned about the wave bombarding
SPOCK: Only that it is complex beyond anything in my experience.
SCOTT [OC]: Engineering to Captain Kirk.
KIRK: Kirk here. How are they holding out, Scotty?
SCOTT [OC]: We've replaced all the damaged parts we can. With all
that's draining them, the well will soon enough run dry, sir.
KIRK: Thank you, Scotty. Kirk out. Uhura, reduce mayday signals. One
per ten minute cycle. Cut down sensor sweeps, Mister Arex.
AREX: Visual sweeps are already impossible, sir. My eyes no longer fit
UHURA: (climbing on the console) And I can't reach the dial I turned
five minutes ago.
KIRK: Kirk to Sickbay.
MCCOY [OC]: Sickbay. McCoy here.
KIRK: Bones, I need some answers. What's happening to us?
MCCOY [OC]: Come down tot the lab, Jim. I may have something for you
MCCOY: There's the test tissue, Jim, compared with
the stable infrared.
KIRK: Then Spock's theory is right. We're contracting.
MCCOY: That's why our weight remains the same, same number of atoms.
The effect is just reducing the space between the molecules. It's
something I've never seen before.
SPOCK: Agreed. And it is accelerating.
KIRK: How long can it keep on?
SPOCK: Ad infinitum, perhaps, considering distance between atoms is
relatively as great as between stars.
CHAPEL: Doctor McCoy, the animals! They're getting too small for the
cage mesh. All the gossamers are out. And look how tiny they've gotten.
They're just like halo fish. It's tadpole-sized now.
(Spock notices Christine's bracelet)
SPOCK: Miss Chapel, what is the composition of this decoration?
CHAPEL: It was made for me by the titanium smiths of Libra, but it was
an arm bracelet. More like a necklace now.
SPOCK: Yet the uniform on which you wear it fits as well as ever.
Uniform made of algae-based xenylon, I believe.
MCCOY: Aren't all our uniforms xenylon?
KIRK: Yes, and they've all been shrinking proportionately with us.
SPOCK: This coral decoration for the aquarium is also shrinking. yet
the meteoritic rock in there is unchanged.
MCCOY: That means only organic matter is affected. But how?
SPOCK: The wave tends to wind tight such spiral molecules as dilithium.
There is one other molecular structure
KIRK: Of course, the double helix of DNA, nucleus of every cell in our
bodies. What happens when DNA is compacted completely?
MCCOY: The strands wouldn't break, Jim, they'd just quit winding.
KIRK: Then we can calculate the limits to our shrinkage.
SPOCK: It's possible. I'll feed the data into the
KIRK: Something else we'd better determine first. How long can we
expect to maintain control of our ship?
SPOCK: The computer will project the point at which systems' switches
and buttons will be beyond our ability to operate.
Captain's log, stardate 5577.7. We will lose
effective control of this vessel at the point when we've become
approximately one centimetre tall. At the present rate, we will reach
this less-than-fingernail length in thirty two minutes.
(Sulu and Ares are standing on ladders to reach
KIRK: Spock, how small will we ultimately shrink?
SPOCK: No information on that as yet, sir. I do have one read-out on
full spiroid wave analysis. That will take approximately eight years.
KIRK: Bypass that analysis. We've got twenty nine minutes before we're
too small to operate ship controls. Everyone continue to jury-rig
miniature control mechanisms. There's nothing more we can do.
SULU: But there is, Captain. Request permission to direct phaser fire
at the planet. Just let me set for ten seconds, sir.
KIRK: Aiming at what, Mister Sulu? So far all source studies have shown
the waves come from an area as large as one sixth the planet's surface.
Phaser fire will only waste power.
SULU: What good will it do to wait like this? Just one burst sir, one
(The navigation dial moves and knocks Sulu to the floor - a long way
KIRK: Sulu! I think his leg's broken. We'll need a splint.
(Sulu is splinted up)
KIRK: Let's get him to Sickbay. Every one back to stations.
(But there's a problem, as everyone is now so small even Spock has to
lean hard on a button to activate it)
KIRK: The electric eye. We've grown too small to make it work.
(He finds a pin or something similar on the floor and waves it in front
of the detector. The turbolift doors open)
MCCOY: What happened?
KIRK: He fell from the console top.
MCCOY: More and more fall injuries coming. Compound fracture.
CHAPEL: Oh, if only we could use our bone-knitting laser. Doctor McCoy.
That microscope laser, the one designed to heal the middle ear,
wouldn't it work here?
MCCOY: It's certainly worth a try.
CHAPEL: It's in the lab shelf supplies. I'll get it.
(She gets the tiny instrument, but then trips over
something and falls into the fish tank)
CHAPEL: Help! Help! Help! Help! Help! Help! Help!
(Kirk does the assault course of chairs and table-tops to try and get
CHAPEL: Help! Help! Help! Help! Help!
(As she starts to sink, he throws a needle like a javelin. It has a
line of thread attached to it. She grabs it and is pulled out)
KIRK: No more climbing heights for you, Nurse. Got that clear?
CHAPEL: Yes, Captain. But I've also got the miniature laser.
KIRK: How is it, Sulu?
SULU: I can feel it knitting, sir.
SPOCK: Results on DNA reduction limits have come through, Captain.
KIRK: What are they?
SPOCK: Factor of thirty two point nine.
KIRK: In other words, we're going down to one sixteenth of an inch
SPOCK: Yes, Captain. Well past the operative point of Enterprise
KIRK: Can you calculate the geographic centre of the wave emissions
from the planet's surface?
SPOCK: Easily, Captain. May I ask the purpose?
KIRK: It's as good a place as any to beam down.
(He opens a communicator almost as big as he is)
KIRK: Kirk to Engineering. Scotty, can you hear me?
SCOTT [OC]: Barely, sir.
KIRK: Get a crew down to transporter room three. We have twenty minutes
left while we can still operate transporter controls.
SCOTT [OC]: How many beaming down, Captain?
KIRK: One, Scotty. Myself.
Captain's log, supplemental. There is one last
measure we can take to try and stop the bombardment of the lethal
spiroid wave. There must be some intelligence behind it. I'm going to
attempt direct communication by beaming down to the planet's surface.
We have no reason to expect success, but our height is little more than
two inches and even this action will be beyond us in fifteen minutes
(As Scott and his engineers arrange a system of
'ropes' around the slider controls)
SPOCK: This is the best I could do in rigging so small a communicator,
KIRK: Thanks, Spock.
SPOCK: It's range cannot be guaranteed. How will we pinpoint you for
return in case it fails?
KIRK: Scotty, set automatic return for me. If there's anything to be
found down there, ten minutes should do it.
SCOTT: Aye, sir. Timer being set.
SPOCK: Captain, the transporter retains a memory of the body's
molecular structure. Will it apply as well to your present height?
KIRK: We'll know that in ten minutes. After that, it won't matter
anymore. Prepare to energise.
SPOCK: Good luck, sir.
SCOTT: All right then. Heave, lads. Heave!
(Kirk opens his hand to reveal the tiny
communicator in his palm)
KIRK: Kirk to Enterprise. I think we have an answer to the height
problem. The transporter beam apparently returns our molecules to
normal spacing. Kirk to Enterprise, do you read me?
SPOCK [OC]: We read you, Captain. Wave bombardment has just ceased.
KIRK: I think I see
(But a volcanic eruption knocks him off his feet and he drops the
communicator. It gets hit with a globule of lava. Kirk runs for it,
dodging lava flows until he finds a miniature city. Then he is caught
in a transporter beam)
KIRK: Scotty? Spock?
(Everyone is so small he can hardly see them)
KIRK: Scotty, is it you?
SCOTT: Aye, Captain. For the love of heaven, be careful where you step.
KIRK: Is everyone safe?
SCOTT: Captain, you'll deafen us for sure!
(Kirk drops his voice to a whisper)
KIRK: Everyone accounted for?
SCOTT: All but the Bridge crew, sir! They were trying to man their
posts here when all of a sudden they were beamed away. Every living one
KIRK: All personnel, away from helm area. Go to the far bulkhead.
(He works the helm controls then goes to Uhura's station)
KIRK: Message to the inhabitants of the city on the planet below. I
hope you can receive this frequency and understand my words. Your
survival depends on it. All this ship's armament is locked on the
co-ordinates of your city. A demonstration, in case you doubt.
(A crystal outcrop by the city is disintegrated)
KIRK: You have one minute to restore my Bridge crew unharmed, or you
will undergo full barrage.
(The viewscreen comes to life and shows a group of red-headed people,
dressed in yellow and green)
MENDANT [on viewscreen]: In the name of the Terratin people, I forbid
you to destroy us, Captain Kirk.
KIRK: You forbid me after what you've done to my people?
MENDANT [on viewscreen]: I am Mendant of all this city, equal in
command to yourself. We are people of pride, Captain, equal to your
own. We neither suffer insult nor give apology for actions. But I give
them now, for damage done your starship. Be assured, this land contains
much dilithium to replace that you lost.
KIRK: Where are my officers?
MENDANT [on viewscreen]: I request you to understand. We tried to tell
you our plight as you passed, that our adopted planet is dying. But our
great antenna was buried. We had no choice but to use our invasion
defence to reach you.
KIRK: You still haven't answered my question. Either you tell me what's
happened to my people
AREX [on viewscreen: Here we are, Captain.
SULU [on viewscreen]: We're down here in the Capitol building of the
Terratins, sir. They beamed us down with their transporters. See for
(The image pans around. Spock is working at a computer, of course)
KIRK: Spock, who are the Terratins? Where'd they come from?
SPOCK: Descendants of an early lost colony, which
is why they retain some knowledge of starship methods such as
transporter mechanisms. These Earth colonists named and numbered this
planet Terra Ten.
SPOCK [OC]: Hence the present corruption of their
KIRK: There've been no Earth colonists a sixteenth of an inch tall.
SPOCK: Exactly why they were lost, Captain. Spirod
epsilon waves are natural here, and shrank them to this size. It has
become a genetic characteristic now.
MENDANT [on viewscreen]: Our ancestors were too
small ever to be found again, Captain Kirk. We had to build our own
world, master our own ways, our own defence. We sought no outsiders,
asked no help. Now you see, Captain Kirk. We are about to lose all. We
had to force help from your ship.
KIRK: Your actions all but lost us our ship.
MENDANT [on viewscreen]: I do not know how to beg. I can only request.
Save as many of my people as you can.
UHURA: They had no other way to reach us except to
make us their size. They didn't mean us harm, sir.
KIRK: I can help no one under present conditions.
All Bridge crew prepare to beam aboard. Each of you carry as much
dilithium as you can find.
MENDANT [on viewscreen]: The Captain orders dilithium. Bring the
largest crystals in the city.
KIRK: Bridge crew, prepare to beam up.
(With crystals around their feet, which makes them
SPOCK: Energise, Captain.
(The crystals have retained a relative size to the
UHURA: Nice to be back aboard, sir, and fitting the room again.
KIRK: All crew personnel report to Transporter rooms immediately.
Prepare to beam down to planet surface.
SPOCK: The Terratins are making available all possible dilithium. The
crystals are small, but I believe they will provide enough power until
we can obtain larger pieces.
KIRK: Sulu, take over the transporter here. Spock.
(Earthquakes are splitting the ground near the
MENDANT: Inform your captain. Great earth cracks will soon swallow all.
He must tell us. Shall we prepare to be rescued or to die?
KIRK: How's the helm, Sulu?
SULU: Responsive, sir.
UHURA: Subspace radio now operational, sir. Starbase Twenty Three is
SCOTT: Last of the crew beamed up, sir. Dilithium supplies are fully
KIRK: Mister Arex, prepare for immediate departure from this area.
SPOCK: Captain, what about the people on the planet?
KIRK: Mister Sulu, direct forward phasers at the Terratin city. Set for
pinpoint fire pattern.
(The phaser is fired, and the city is beamed
KIRK: Spock, the macroscope. (viewing the tiny people) Mendant, we
welcome your people aboard the Enterprise.
MENDANT [through macroscope]: Captain Kirk, we welcome your eye upon
KIRK: We're now headed for your new home. The planet Verdanis, ten days
MENDANT [through macroscope]: Is it beautiful, as we were told?
KIRK: Very beautiful, much like Earth.
MENDANT [through macroscope]: People of the Enterprise, we have no way
to pay the debt we owe. But this at least comes from a meeting of all
our numbers. We name you honorary Terratins now, and for all time to
SPOCK: We came rather close to making it more than honorary.
KIRK: Yes, I'd say just about a sixteenth of an inch close.
Captain's log, supplemental. The Lilliputian city
is to be taken to Verdanis and relocated on a fertile and well-watered
plain. Then we'll be able to call the Terratin incident closed.