the day my story changed

And it dawned on me
fear is not real.
The only place that fear can exist
is in our thoughts of the future.
It is a product of our imagination,
causing us to fear things
that do not at present
and may not ever exist.
That is near insanity, Kitai.
Now, do not misunderstand me.
Danger is very real.
But fear is a choice.
We are all telling ourselves a story.
And that day, mine changed.

After Earth (2013)

this side of paradise

Captain's log, stardate ...

Except for myself,
all crew personnel have transported
to the surface of the planet.
Mutinied.
Lieutenant Uhura has
effectively sabotaged
the communications station.
I can only contact
the surface of the planet.
The ship can be maintained
in orbit for several months.
But even with automatic controls,
I cannot pilot her alone.
In effect, I am marooned here.
I'm beginning to realise...
...just how big this ship
really is, how quiet.
I don't know how
to get my crew back,
how to counteract
the effect of the spores.
I don't know
what I can offer against...
...paradise.

- Enterprise to Mr. Spock.

- Yes, Jim, what is it now?

- I've joined you.
  I understand now.

- Wonderful, Jim.
  When will you beam down?

- There are some things in my quarters I want to pack.

- Good.
  Leila and I will meet you at the beam-down point.

- Kirk out.



No.
No.
I...
...can't...
...leave!

Emotions.

Violent emotions. Needs.

Anger.


Captain's log, supplemental.

I think I've discovered the answer.

But to carry out my plan
entails considerable risk.
Mr. Spock is much stronger
than the ordinary human being.
Aroused, his great physical strength
could kill.
But it's a risk I'll have to take.


- Enterprise to Mr. Spock.
- Spock here.

- It's Jim.
- What's keeping you, Jim?
  We've been waiting.

- I've been packing some things, and
  I realised there's some equipment here
  that we should have down at the settlement.
  You know, we can't come back
  onboard once the last of us has left.
- Do you want me to beam up a party?

- No, I think you and I can handle it.
  Why don't you beam up now?
- Just a moment.

  It won't take long. Do you mind?
- I'll wait.

- Ready to beam up, Jim.
- Energising.


-All right, you mutinous, disloyal,
computerised half-breed.
We'll see about you
deserting my ship.

-The term "half-breed"
is somewhat applicable.
But "computerised" is inaccurate.
A machine can be computerised,
not a man.

-What makes you think you're a man?
You're an overgrown jackrabbit.
An elf with a hyperactive thyroid.

- Jim, I don't understand.
- Of course you don't understand.
  You don't have the brains
  to understand.
  All you have is printed circuits.



- Captain, if you'll excuse me...
- What can you expect
from a simpering, devil-eared freak
whose father was a computer
and his mother an encyclopaedia?
- My mother was a teacher.
My father, an ambassador.

- Your father was a computer,
like his son.
An ambassador from a planet
of traitors.
The Vulcan never lived
who had an ounce of integrity.
- Captain, please don't...

- You're a traitor
from a race of traitors.
Disloyal to the core. Rotten like
the rest of your subhuman race.
And you've got the gall
to make love to that girl.
- That's enough.

- Does she know what
she's getting, Spock?
A carcass full of memory banks
who should be squatting
on a mushroom
instead of passing
himself off as a man?
You belong in a circus, Spock,
not a starship.
Right next to the dog-faced boy.

Had enough?

I didn't realise what it took
to get under that thick hide of yours.
Anyhow, I don't know
what you're so mad about.
It isn't every first officer
who gets to belt his captain.
Several times.
- You did that to me deliberately.

-Believe me, Mr. Spock,
it was painful in more ways than one.

- The spores.
They're gone.
I don't belong anymore.

- You said they were benevolent and peaceful.
Violent emotions overwhelm them, destroy them.
I had to make you angry enough
to shake off their influence.

That's the answer, Mr. Spock.