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The most difficult test facing any captain,
any crew,

is the loss of a shipmate.

We've come here to honor
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 fonnard 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.

Trip:
We just reroute the system taps,

compress the anti-matter stream
before it reaches the injectors.

That will stabilize 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 can 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.
- Oh, 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.

Four-point-five.

Four-point-six.

Four-point—se ven.

Four-point-eight.

The warp field is fluctuating.

Four-point-nine.

Initializing stream compression.

Damn.

That's a beautiful sound.

Field fluctuations have dropped to zero.

I think we just got our second wind.

Something's flooding
the intake manifolds.

- Drop to impulse.
- I've lost helm control.

- Trip, status.
- Trip: I've got a primary injector flare.

I'm shutting down.

It's not responding, captain.

The flare's causing
a system-wide overload.

Fires reported on b and c deck.
Emergency crews en route.

Helm control is still down.

Analysis.

T'pol:
Some kind of polaric field,

approximately 11,000 kilometers
in diameter.

Composition, unknown.

I'll need more time
to complete a detailed scan.

Is that what stopped us?

T'pol:
It's a logical conclusion.

Keep scanning.

Numerous injuries throughout the ship,
mostly minor, except for one.

Commander Tucker.
He's been taken to sickbay.

Report.

When we entered the field,
nucleonic particles flooded the manifolds,

causing the injector flare.

If commander Tucker hadn't 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's going to have
his hands full.

You'll 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?
- Phlox: His condition's unchanged.

I'd like to show you something.

This is one of the more interesting
members of my little menagerie.

A lyssarian 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 has another,
somewhat more controversial, property.

When implanted with DNA
from another species,

it exactly replicates
that species' life cycle,

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 lyssarians call them
mimetic symbiotes.

They're 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 symbiote?

To harvest its neural tissue
for a transplant.

There is no guarantee that human DNA
will stimulate a iarvae'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 symbiote reaches

commander Tucker's present
physical age.

Then I can excise the tissue

from a non-critical region
of the symbiote's cerebrum.

It would experience
no discernible side effects

and should be able to live out
its normal life span.

Its 15-day life span.

I don't make this proposal lightly,
captain,

but I'm obligated to provide you
with all available options.

Come in.

T'pol: 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 lyssarian procedure
Dr. Phlox proposed,

may I ask if you've reached a decision?

I approved it.

Are you aware
that the lyssarian prime conclave

has banned the creation of symbiotes?

We don't answer
to the lyssarian prime conclave.

Symbiotes 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've got to complete this mission.

Earth needs enterprise.

Enterprise needs trip.

It's as simple as that.

Archer:
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 symbiote.

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.

Phlox:
A perfect genetic duplicate,

right down to the birthmark
on his right side.

He certainly sounds healthy.

And hungry. Excuse me.

There, there.

Oh, it's been some time since
I've handled a newborn. Oh.

Huh?

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's certainly come a long way
in a short time.

In a short time, he'll 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?

Ha-ha. You see my dilemma? Heh.

I'm sure you'll think of something.

Phlox:
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'm 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 fertilizer for my orsic fern.

"Those who have never seen
a living martian

can scarcely imagine the strange horror

of its appearance."

That's 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 mom read it to me.
- Your mom?

Uh-huh. I think it's chapter ten.

Phlox: It's 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.

Archer:
He's starting to look like trip.

Phlox:
And he's beginning to ask questions.

"Where did I come from?
Where's my mother and father?

Why am I here?"

It's only been three days

and he's already beginning to realize
how different he is.

He's going to have to be told the truth.

Soon.

I gave the order that created him.

I should be the one to explain why.

Archer: There's nothing Porthos likes
more than dinner time.

- Can he do any tricks?
- I haven't taught him any.

Mostly what he does is
eat, sleep and, uh, 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.

It 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 mom 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's my mom 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.

I put a garden snake
in Lizzie's Dollhouse?

That wasn't me.

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?
- Phlox: 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.

Archer:
Captain's star/0g, 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's been assisting t'pol in
the ongoing effort to repair the engines.

Waveguides.
For the primary port bypass?

I 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.

Well, 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: Archer to t'pol.

Go ahead.

Would you please come
to my ready room?

On my way.

T'pol: Warp drive should be functional
in two weeks.

I'm afraid that won't be soon enough.

- Sir, I...
- 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 realized
it was my favorite dessert.

Now I know why.

Do these memories just come to you?

Well, 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 and 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 gonna 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.

You 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 asked is,

well,

you're all I think about,
if you know what I mean.

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 a shuttlepod before.
- Yes, I have.

Trip has thousands of hours of flying time
and I have his memories.

I can't jeopardize 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 wanna make sure I'm around
because you need part of my brain.

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.

Sim: 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 1 and 2.

- You are clear to launch.
- Acknowledged.

Shuttlepod 2, acknowledged.

Whenever you're ready.

Set the overburn ratio.

We'll start at 0.175.

Acknowledged.

Oh-point-one-seven-five.

Prepare to initiate on my Mark.

One thousand kilodynes.

Thrust vector holding steady.

Come on.

Two thousand kilodynes.

Engine temperature's rising.

I'm reading zero fonnard momentum.

Reed:
Two thousand five hundred kilodynes.

Engine temperature is nearing critical.

We're still not moving.

Come on.

Increase the overburn ratio

- another 30 percent.
- Captain?

Go ahead.

Increasing 30 percent.

I've got a temperature warning light.

I'm reading 500 degrees above critical.

- Their systems are overloading.
- Archer: Sim.

- A few more seconds.
- They won't last a few seconds.

Sorry, sim.

Archer to the shuttlepods.

We're moving.

Point-six-two kilometers per hour.

Twelve kilometers 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 1 and 2.

Come on home.

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 could remove the tissue
without harming him.

That assessment was based on symbiotes
grown from lyssarian DNA.

My tests on sim show that human-based
symbiotes 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
lyssarian larva,

did you come across any references
to the velandran circle?

They were a group
of lyssarian scientists

who conducted illegal experiments
on symbiotes.

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 life span.

I can't change what happened to him

but maybe I can change
what's gonna happen to me.

Come in.

How long have you been staying here?

I was on the 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?

It'll take a day to synthesize the enzyme.

By that time, 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 gonna 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 gonna 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.

You 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 favor when this is over.

If commander Tucker decides to do
any more modifications to the engines,

tell him to watch his ass.

- Yes?
- Phlox: 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 apologize.
- 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.

You owe me one.

Archer:
We will never forget what he did for us

and for the ship he loved so much.

We will go fonnard 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.