- General Larrabee: Probe 7, this is Base. This is our last contact, Cook. Just a few minutes ago we got ours. 500% increase in the radioactivity around us. From what we can gather, the enemy had it just as bad as we did. We wiped them out. They wiped us out. Just one last forlorn wish for you, Son. Whoever you'll meet there, however you'll meet them, I hope it can come without fear. I hope it can come without anger. I hope your new world will be different. I hope you'll find no words such as Hate. I hope there'll be...
- General Larrabee: Not that it will provide vast solace to you, but at 9 o'clock this morning, Cook, we went to war.
- Adam Cook: And?
- General Larrabee: Our entire seacoast went. Took twelve minutes. Exactly twelve minutes.
- Adam Cook: We... we retaliated?
- General Larrabee: Oh, indeed. With alacrity, and great effectiveness. And we still are. Our world is doing a little wholesale dying now.
- Narrator: [Closing Narration] Do you know these people? Names familiar, are they? They lived a long time ago. Perhaps they're part fable, perhaps they're part fantasy. And perhaps the place they're walking to now is not really called 'Eden.' We offer it only as a presumption. This has been the Twilight Zone.
- Narrator: [Opening Narration] One Colonel Cook, a traveler in space. He's landed on a remote planet several million miles from his point of departure. He can make an inventory of his plight by just one 360-degree movement of head and eyes. Colonel Cook has been set adrift in an ocean of space in a metal lifeboat that has been scorched and destroyed and will never fly again. He survived the crash but his ordeal is yet to begin. Now he must give battle to loneliness. Now Colonel Cook must meet the unknown. It's a small planet set deep in space, but for Colonel Cook, it's the Twilight Zone.
- Adam Cook: Probe 7 is no longer probing, General, unless it's the few subterranean feet where I landed.