[It's Victor's mind, Tim. It doesn't have to make sense. He sits and tinkers with the engine, talking through his thoughts with Igor. The planets hanging from the ceiling start spinning around in a slow orbit.
A chess set that Tim might not have noticed before is set up. It's the kind that Jim Kirk would play]
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A chess set that Tim might not have noticed before is set up. It's the kind that Jim Kirk would play]