The most difficult test facing any captain, any crew...
is the loss of a shipmate.
We have come here to honour one of our own.
In the time we knew him...
he showed us just how much one life can truly matter.
We will never forget what he did for us and for the ship he loved so much.
We will go forward with renewed determination...
to complete this mission...
so that his sacrifice won't just have been for the people on this ship...
but for all the citizens of Earth.
It's been a long road
Gettin' from there to here
It's been a long time
But my time is finally near
And I will see my dream Come alive at last
I will touch the sky
And they're not gonna Hold me down no more
No, they're not gonna change my mind
'Cause I've got faith of the heart
I'm going where my heart will take me
I've got faith to believe
I can do anything
I've got strength of the soul
And no one's gonna bend or break me
I can reach any star
I've got faith
Faith of the heart
We just reroute the system taps...
compress the antimatter stream before it reaches the injectors.
That will stabilise the warp field?
Every simulation I run comes back with the same result.
We'll be able to cruise at warp 5.0 with no field fluctuation.
I'm talking about a ride so smooth...
you could build a house of cards on the warp reactor.
If we can maintain high warp for extended periods...
we can cover the Expanse more quickly.
Which boosts our chances of finding the Xindi weapon in time.
- To the left. - Sorry.
You get me talking about the engines, and I forget where I am.
Don't know what it is about fine-tuning a piece of machinery.
Lie on your back.
You know, you made this sound a whole lot worse than it is.
Advanced neuro-pressure can place great demands on the body.
Well, I have to say that, so far, it's a piece of cake.
We haven't gotten to the more challenging postures.
Well...
I'm always up for a challenge.
Breathe.
- Tucker to the Bridge. - Sir.
Archer.
We're all set down here.
I'll need at least 4.9 to get the plasma hot enough to compress the stream.
- You heard the man, Travis, 4.9. - Aye, sir.
4.5...
4.6...
4.7...
4.8...
The warp field is fluctuating.
4.9.
Initialising stream compression.
Damn. That's a beautiful sound.
Field fluctuations have dropped to zero.
We just got our second wind.
Something is flooding the intake manifolds.
- Drop to impulse. - I've lost helm control.
- Trip, status. - I've got a primary injector flare.
I'm shutting down.
It's not responding, Captain.
The flare is causing a system-wide overload.
Fires reported on B and C-Deck. Emergency crews en route.
- Helm control is still down. - Analysis.
Some kind of polaric field...
approximately 11,000 kilometres in diameter.
Composition, unknown. I'll need more time to complete a detailed scan.
- Is that what stopped us? - It's a logical conclusion.
- Keep scanning. - Numerous injuries throughout the ship.
Mostly minor, except for one.
Commander Tucker. He has been taken to Sickbay.
Report.
When we entered the field, nucleonic particles...
flooded the manifolds causing the injector flare.
If Commander Tucker had not shut down the reactor...
we could have had a breach.
How much time before we can get the engines back online?
We're still running diagnostics. The damage is significant.
It could take weeks.
Commander Tucker is going to have his hands full.
You will be supervising the repairs. I've just come from Sickbay.
Trip's in a coma. He has extensive neural damage.
Dr. Phlox says we have to prepare for the possibility that Trip won't survive.
- How is he? - His condition is unchanged.
I'd like to show you something.
This is one of the more interesting members of my little menagerie.
A Lyssarrian Desert Larvae.
Its epidermal layer secretes a viral suppressant...
that I use as a salve for cuts and bruises.
How does this relate to Trip?
The larvae have another, somewhat more controversial, property.
When implanted with DNA from another species...
it exactly replicates that species' lifecycle...
albeit at a rapidly accelerated rate.
- It becomes a clone. - Essentially, but one that is born...
grows old, and dies in approximately 15 days.
The Lyssarrians call them mimetic simbiots.
They are a closely guarded secret. Very few people know of their existence.
And you want to do this with Trip?
Use his DNA to grow a simbiot?
To harvest its neural tissue for a transplant.
There's no guarantee human DNA will stimulate the larvae's growth cycle...
but, as it stands now...
it may be Commander Tucker's only hope for survival.
To ensure the tissue's compatibility, I'll have to wait...
until the simbiot reaches Commander Tucker's present physical age.
Then I can excise the tissue from a noncritical region...
of the simbiot's cerebrum. It would experience no discernible side effects...
and should be able to live out its normal lifespan.
Its 15-day lifespan.
I don't make this proposal lightly, Captain...
but I'm obligated to provide you with all available options.
Come in.
We sent out an EV team. They retrieved a sample...
of the substance accumulating on the hull.
Multiple hits with a plasma rifle were required to dislodge it.
It's composed of highly charged particles.
Mostly ferric ions...
but there are several elements that we can't identify.
And it's highly magnetic.
So far, the danger to the ship seems negligible.
But the longer we remain in the field, the more these particles build up.
Do whatever you have to do.
But we need to get those engines back online.
Understood.
Regarding the Lyssarrian procedure Dr. Phlox proposed...
may I ask, if you've reached a decision?
I approved it.
Are you aware that the Lyssarrian Prime Conclave...
has banned the creation of simbiots?
We don't answer to the Lyssarrian Prime Conclave.
Simbiots are living, conscious entities.
We'll be growing a sentient being for the sole purpose of harvesting tissue.
I'm aware of the ethical implications.
If we weren't in the Expanse, maybe my decision would be different but...
we have got to complete this mission.
Earth needs Enterprise. Enterprise needs Trip.
It's as simple as that.
Captain's Starlog, supplemental. The engines are still down...
and the nucleonic particles continue to build up on the hull.
It's been two days since Dr. Phlox initiated the procedure...
to grow the simbiot.
It's rather sensitive to light at this stage.
By tomorrow morning, if all goes well...
we'll have a healthy baby boy on our hands.
A perfect genetic duplicate...
right down to the birthmark on his right side.
He certainly sounds healthy.
And hungry. Excuse me. There, there...
It has been some time since I have handled a newborn.
But I see I haven't lost my touch.
Three days ago, he was just another one of your creatures...
something you kept on a shelf.
He has certainly come a long way in a short time.
In a short time, he will be a lot older.
Have you thought of where he's going to live?
Why not right here? I can't think of a more stimulating environment...
for a developing young mind.
And I'll be able to keep a close watch on his development.
Sounds like you've found yourself a new roommate.
Now all I need to do is find him a name.
The crew's been offering suggestions, but nothing sounds right.
Steven, Enrique, Dennis? Dennis?
You see my dilemma?
I'm sure you'll think of something.
Chief Medical Officer's Log. After much deliberation...
I have finally thought of a name for this newest addition to our crew.
It's all right, Sim. It's all right.
Lucky for me, Denobulans require very little sleep.
I am at a loss to understand how human adults endure...
the REM cycle interruptions that accompany the teething stage.
Though I knew what to expect, I can't help but be astonished...
by Sim's rapid physical development.
A side note: I may have stumbled across...
an effective fertiliser for my Orsic fern.
"Those who have never seen a living Martian...
"can scarcely imagine the strange horror...
"of its appearance."
That is very good.
Can we just skip to the part where the Martian machines attack?
We just showed you this book.
How do you know about the Martian machines?
My mum read it to me.
- Your mum? - I think it's Chapter 10.
It has become quite evident that Sim's remarkable scholastic progress...
goes far beyond an aptitude for learning.
He's remembering things that happened to Trip, when Trip was this age.
So the older he grows, the more of Trip's life he'll recall?
There are some species that rely solely on genetic sequencing...
to pass on their cultural memories.
Evidently, humans have a similar capacity.
This could be an important discovery.
He certainly possesses Commander Tucker's curiosity.
This morning, he took apart my medical tricorder.
He's starting to look like Trip.
And he is beginning to ask questions. "Where did I come from?
"Where is my mother and father?
"Why am I here?"
It's only been three days, and he's already beginning to realise...
how different he is.
He is going to have to be told the truth, soon.
I gave the order that created him.
I should be the one to explain why.
There's nothing Porthos likes more than dinnertime.
- Can he do any tricks? - I haven't taught him any.
Mostly what he does is eat, sleep, and not fetch.
- Just fill it up halfway. - Okay.
I used to have a dog. His name was Bedford.
He was so big, I could ride him like a horse.
Is that right?
That's Zefram Cochrane.
He invented warp drive.
That's right, he did.
Dr. Phlox says your dad helped design the warp 5 engine.
That's a picture of him right there.
And this is me on my first day of flight school.
Did you always want to be a starship captain?
- As long as I can remember. - Why?
It's what I was meant to do.
Bet it's a fun job.
Has its moments.
Let me show you something.
Keep the nose up. That's right.
- It pulls a little to the left. - Trim the port aileron.
That feels better.
My dad says I should be an engineer.
My mum thinks I should study architecture.
But I want to do what you do, be a starship captain.
- You know what's weird? - What?
My parents call me Trip, but everyone here calls me Sim.
Where is my mum and dad?
Are they back on Earth?
That's a little difficult to answer.
It's broken.
Nothing a little glue won't remedy.
I crashed it plenty of times myself.
I miss my parents.
Come with me.
Dr. Phlox says I'm not allowed to go in there.
It's okay.
He's Trip.
That's right.
My parents...
They're not really mine.
- They're his. - Yes.
So...
that time I put a garden snake in Lizzie's dollhouse...
- that wasn't me. - No.
So I'm just some kind of copy of him.
You're more than that, Sim.
You have Trip's memories...
but you also have your own memories...
the ones you're making here, on Enterprise.
How long have I lived here?
You were born only four days ago.
- I feel older. - It's hard to understand, I know.
There's part of you, something inside you...
that Trip needs.
Dr. Phlox is going to have to perform an operation.
- Will it hurt? - Not at all. You won't feel a thing.
- Doctors always say that. - When Phlox says it, it's the truth.
Can we go fix the model now?
Sure.
Captain's Starlog, supplemental. Enterprise has been incapacitated...
for seven days. And during that time...
Sim has practically become a member of the crew.
I've assigned him to Engineering, where he has been assisting T'Pol...
in the ongoing effort to repair the engines.
Wave guides for the primary port bypass.
Think I made some progress.
This looks promising.
They're showing A Night at the Opera tonight.
Marx Brothers. I was wondering if you're planning to go.
I'll be reviewing the field coil equations.
They need to be finished in time for tomorrow's reactor test.
What about dinner? You want to grab a bite?
I appreciate the offer, but I'm afraid I have to work late into the evening.
Ensign Massaro is running a diagnostic on the plasma assembly.
I'd like you to assist her.
Yes, ma'am.
It's because I'm different, isn't it?
The reason you don't want to do anything with me.
I guess it must be weird, being with someone like me.
Five days ago, I was wearing diapers.
I simply believe that our attention should be focused...
on the ship's engines.
At least until the current situation is resolved.
I probably won't be around after the current situation is resolved.
Archer to T'Pol.
Go ahead.
Would you please come to my Ready Room?
On my way.
Warp drive should be functional in two weeks.
I'm afraid that won't be soon enough.
- Sir, l... - According to Malcolm...
the accumulation on the hull is generating a diamagnetic field.
It's having a dampening effect.
The more the particulate builds up, the more powerful the field becomes.
In another four days, every system on the ship will be off-line.
If we don't make it out of here by then, we never will.
Key lime pie.
I suddenly realised it was my favourite dessert. Now I know why.
Do these memories just come to you?
The older I get, the more I remember.
It's like I've lived this whole other life. Can't explain it.
I can't imagine it. You wanted to ask me about something.
Yeah, I did.
Do you think it's possible to redirect the phase-cannons...
so they can fire back onto the hull?
I suppose so. Why?
I want to try to blast off enough of that particulate...
so we can open up the Launch Bay doors.
Is someone planning on going somewhere?
All we need to do is build up enough momentum...
to get the ship out of here, right?
Right.
Well, we've got two perfectly good engines sitting in the Launch Bay.
If we string a couple of grappler lines between the shuttlepods and the ship...
we can tow ourselves clear.
The shuttlepods don't generate that kind of thrust.
We'd never build up enough momentum to get clear of the field in time.
Leave that to me.
Can I come in?
Did you have a chance to look at my calculations?
- I reviewed them thoroughly. - And?
A fusion overburn has never been attempted with a shuttlepod engine.
- That doesn't mean it won't work. - I agree.
Despite the risks, I believe it's our best option.
So you're going to recommend the plan to the Captain?
I already have.
Was there something else?
You and Trip used to spend a lot of time here together.
I was instructing him in the practice of Vulcan neuro-pressure.
I remember.
We were lying right there...
working the neural nodes on each other's feet...
talking about the warp engines.
How I was hoping to modify them.
How Commander Tucker was hoping to modify them.
Right.
Commander Tucker.
You know, he was really starting to enjoy those sessions with you.
They were helping him sleep.
I'm not sure that's the only reason.
What do you mean?
Was there ever anything between you and Trip?
If you're referring to a romantic relationship, no.
The reason I ask is...
Well...
You're all I think about, if you know what I mean.
And I'm not talking about an adolescent crush. That was...
well, that was two days ago.
This is much more serious, the way I feel about you.
Anyway...
What's driving me crazy is I don't know if these feelings are mine...
or his.
I can't answer that.
I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable.
I'm not uncomfortable.
I just thought I should tell you this...
while I still had the chance.
Come in.
- I want to pilot one of the shuttlepods. - That's out of the question.
It's my plan. I think I should have a say in how it's implemented.
This is a dangerous procedure.
- You've never flown shuttlepods before. - Yes, I have.
Trip has thousands of hours of flying time, and I have his memories.
I can't jeopardise this ship on the strength of those memories.
Mayweather and Reed will pilot the shuttlepods.
I want you to coordinate from the Bridge. T'Pol will assist you.
You're worried something will happen to me, aren't you?
You want to make sure I'm around because you need part of my brain.
Yeah. That's part of it.
So your concern for my safety is really about saving Trip.
My main concern is that this plan work.
If we don't make it out of here in six hours, it won't matter...
whether Trip survives or not. We'll all be dead.
I've realigned the targeting scanners. They're set for close proximity.
Phase-cannons are charged and ready.
Try the doors.
They're still frozen.
Archer to Shuttlepods One and Two.
- You are clear to launch. - Acknowledged.
Shuttlepod Two, acknowledged.
Whenever you're ready.
Set the overburn ratio. We'll start at 0.175.
Acknowledged.
0.175.
Prepare to initiate on my mark.
Now.
- 1,000 kilodynes. - Thrust vector holding steady.
Come on.
2,000 kilodynes. Engine temperature's rising.
- I'm reading zero forward momentum. - 2,500 kilodynes.
Engine temperature is nearing critical.
We're still not moving.
Come on.
Increase the overburn ratio another 30%.
Captain?
Go ahead.
Increasing 30%.
I've got a temperature warning light.
I'm reading 500 degrees above critical.
Their systems are overloading.
- Sim... - A few more seconds.
They won't last a few seconds.
Sorry, Sim. Archer to the shuttlepods.
We're moving.
0.62 kilometres per hour.
12 kilometres per hour and accelerating.
How much do we need?
At this speed, we'll emerge from the field in 6.1 hours.
That's good enough. Archer to Shuttlepods One and Two.
Come on home.
Well done.
Thanks, Captain.
You wanted to see me?
- There's been a development. - I'm listening.
Sim won't survive the transplant.
You told me you can remove the tissue without harming him.
That assessment was based on symbiots grown from Lyssarrian DNA.
My tests on Sim show that human-based simbiots...
are not as resilient.
If I excise the quantity of neural tissue I need to save Commander Tucker...
Sim will die.
I'm sorry, Captain.
Why not give up my life?
I've only got...
five, six days left anyway.
That isn't how we see it.
Let me ask you something, Doc.
When you researched Lyssarrian larvae...
did you come across any references to the Velandran Circle?
They were a group of Lyssarrian scientists who conducted...
illegal experiments on simbiots.
They claimed to have developed an enzyme that stopped...
the rapid aging process.
Is there any truth to it?
Why do you think he kept it a secret?
Doctor?
The enzyme is experimental...
with very little empirical evidence to suggest that it works.
That's why I didn't mention it.
There's not much evidence, but it exists.
The fact is, I may not have to grow old and die in a week.
There's a chance that I can live out a normal lifespan.
I can't change what happened to him...
but maybe I can change what's going to happen to me.
Come in.
How long have you been staying here?
I was on my way to my room last night, but...
I came here instead.
These are Trip's quarters.
Which is where I belong.
I have his memories, I have his feelings, I have his body.
How am I not Trip?
Commander Tucker is lying in Sickbay.
Then what am I?
Just something you grew in a lab?
Does that make it easier for you to condemn me to death?
If you refuse to go through with this, you'll be condemning Trip to death.
- I didn't put him in a coma. - No.
But you can save him.
In a way, I will, by saving myself.
Phlox says there's almost no chance that the enzyme will work.
My life is at stake!
- Any chance is worth taking! - But at what cost?
Lt'll take a day to synthesise the enzyme.
By then, your neural tissue won't be compatible with Trip's anymore.
- He'll die. - I know.
I can't let that happen.
So what are you going to do, drag me down to Sickbay...
force me onto a bio-bed at gunpoint?
If you truly have all of Trip's memories...
you know the answer to that.
I don't have to tell you what's at stake. I must complete this mission...
and to do that, I need Trip.
Trip!
I'll take whatever steps necessary to save him.
- Even if it means killing me. - Even if it means killing you.
You're not a murderer.
Don't make me one.
I was wondering if there's anything I could still do.
Maybe there's a panel I could install, or something.
I've got a few hours to kill before my operation.
You wish to spend your last hours in Engineering?
Why not? The two things I care about most are in this room.
If you'd like, the A-3 injector port needs replacing.
I'll get right on it.
What's the problem?
Someone's rerouted the Launch Bay controls. We're shut out.
Archer to the Launch Bay. Come in.
Captain, I'm reading one person in there.
- I was all ready to do it. - What stopped you?
Where the hell was I going to go?
We're nowhere near any habitable planet.
Didn't really want to spend the rest of my life floating around in a shuttlepod...
which doesn't even have any toilet facilities.
Can you imagine a lousier way to spend your old age?
Cooped up in that thing? Peeing in a bottle?
Actually, I can imagine a worse fate.
What would that be?
Being stuck in there with Malcolm.
Damn.
This is a screwed up situation.
I can't argue with you there.
A lifetime in eight days.
It's not that I'm scared of dying.
It's just that...
I can't imagine not being here tomorrow.
- Want to know what really stopped me? - What?
My sister. And she was my sister as much as Trip's.
I believe that.
I don't want what happened to her to happen to anyone else.
That's why I gave the order to create you.
Do me a favour when this is over.
If Commander Tucker decides to do any more modifications to the engines...
tell him to watch his ass.
- Yes? - We're ready for you.
On my way.
May I come in?
I just wanted to say...
how much your absence will affect the crew...
how much it will affect me.
I appreciate that. All in all, I guess I've had a pretty good life.
I couldn't have asked for a better going away present.
I'm sorry I doubted you, Doc.
- No need to apologise. - Yes, there is.
You see, I don't just remember Trip's childhood.
I remember mine.
You made a damned good father.
You were a damned good son.
You said to me once that...
commanding a starship was what you were meant to do.
I guess this is what I was meant to do.
- Good luck, Captain. - Thanks.
You owe me one.
We will never forget what he did for us and for the ship he loved so much.
We will go forward with renewed determination...
to complete this mission...
so that his sacrifice won't just have been for the people on this ship...
but for all the citizens of Earth.