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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

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.