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Captain's Log, Stardate 49655.2.

Our sensors have located
a variety of flower

which may prove to be a valuable
nutritional supplement.

l've sent Mr. Neelix and
Mr. Tuvok to collect samples.

Whoa!

Smell that air, Mr. Vulcan!

Look at that sky!

Oh, it's an exhilarating day,
isn't it?

As you well know by now,
Mr. Neelix,

l do not experience
exhilaration.

Oh, let's not quibble
about semantics.

A breeze is blowing,
the sun is shining.

lt's beautiful.

The weather is certainly
adequate for our purposes.

Adequate?

You know something?

You're acting

more ''Tuvokian''
than usual this morning.

l am who l am, Mr. Neelix.

lt is impossible for me to be
more or less like myself.

There you go
with the semantics again.

But you know
what l'm talking about.

l'm afraid l don't.

Well, then,
l'll explain it to you.

You're a nature lover,
aren't you?

l appreciate nature, yes.

lt's one of the things that
you and l have in common.

And here we are,
on a perfect day,

foraging for an exceptionally
lovely variety of orchid--

your favorite flower--
and all you can say

about the experience
is that it's adequate.

l just... l don't see
why you're not having fun.

We are not here to have fun.

We are here to collect samples.

Why?
ls there some regulation

that says we can't
do both at the same time?

l know.

Why don't, why don't we sing
a song while we toil, hmm?

lt'll cheer you up.

l've been studying Vulcan music.

Uh... do you know
that lovely tune that starts:

O starless night

Of boundless black...

That ''lovely tune''
is a traditional funeral dirge.

l know,

but it was the most cheerful
song l could find

in the Vulcan database.

Come on, Tuvok, join me.

O starless night

Of boundless black...

Mr. Neelix...

Yes?

Do you think
you could possibly behave

a little less...
like yourself?

Are Neelix and Tuvok
back from the surface?

Not yet. We're having some
trouble with the transporter.

Captain...

there's a minor glitch in the
molecular imaging scanners.

Ensign Kim should have it up
and running in a few minutes.

Try narrowing
the annular confinement beam.

How's that?

Let's try it again.

Kim to away team.

Sorry for the delay.

We're ready to bring you back.

Acknowledged.

Energize.

There's something wrong, sir.

l'm only getting one pattern.

Tuvok or Neelix?

l don't think
it's either of them.

Abort.

lt's too late.

Kim to Security.

lntruder alert,
Transporter Room 1.

ldentify yourself.

l'm Lieutenant Tuvok.

And l'm Neelix.

Sir, according to the
bio-scanners, he's right.

Somehow their patterns
have merged.

l think the logical thing
is for me to go to Sick Bay.

And you recognize all of us?

Of course.

Doctor, Captain Janeway,
Ensign Kim...

Kes.

My scans indicate

that all biological matter
was merged on a molecular level.

Proteins, enzymes,
DNA sequences.

The man you see before you

is literally
a fusion of two men.

But he's surprisingly healthy,
considering the circumstances.

All vital signs are stable.

What's the last thing
you remember?

l... we... that is to say,
Tuvok and Neelix,

we had just finished
gathering the samples.

We were beaming back
to the ship.

The next thing l knew,

l was standing
on the transporter pad

as you see me now.

l'm also picking up traces
of a third genetic pattern.

lt appears to be plant-based.

The orchids.

We had collected several dozen
samples of orchids.

They were in our sample
containers when we beamed up.

Well, they're part
of your genetic structure now.

But they don't appear to be
affecting your biochemistry.

Torres said you were
having trouble

with the molecular imaging
scanners.

That's right.

Maybe this alien plant life

affected
the scanners in some way.

Possibly. l'll know more
after we've run a diagnostic

on the biofilters
and transporter logs.

Get on it.

ln the meantime, l'll send
an away team in a shuttlecraft

to collect fresh samples
of the orchid for further study.

Doctor, let me know as soon
as you have something more.

Yes, Captain.

Kes, take our patient
to the Science Lab

and perform a full
bio-spectral analysis.

l'll start examining
the genetic data.

This situation must be
very difficult for you, Kes.

Perhaps it would be easier

if someone else
administered these tests.

Thank you for your concern,
but l'll be fine.

This scan is very delicate,

so try to remain still
for the next 20 minutes.

l'll do my best.

Don't worry.
We're going to figure it out.

Oh, l'm not worried.

l couldn't be in better hands.

This crew, you're
consummate professionals.

You're my friends.

My family.

So worrying would be illogical,
don't you think?

Would you mind if l asked you
some questions

about what you're going through?

Not at all.

Well, do you feel
as if you're thinking

with two minds--

two separate minds?

Are Neelix and Tuvok
inside of you, talking to me,

talking to each other?

lf you mean am l suffering
from some form

of multiple personality
disorder, l don't think so.

l do have the memories
of both men,

but l seem to have
a single consciousness.

You must find me very odd, Kes.

No, of course not.
Try to keep still.

So... what should l call you?

Ah, a name.

l hadn't thought of that.

What an intriguing question.

l can see why the Doctor

is finding it
so difficult to choose one.

A name can have
a significant effect

upon a person's
sense of identity.

l've got it.

What?

Why don't you call me...

Neevok.

Wait.

This is better.

How about Tuvix?

Tuvix it is.

l'm so glad you're here to help
me through this, sweeting.

l'm sorry.

lt was instinct.

Why don't we finish the scan.

Chief Medical Officer's Log,
supplemental.

Extensive microcellular scans
on the merged humanoid

have, thus far, yielded
no clues to either a cause

or a method of separation.

Ah, Captain, so good
of you to come.

How are you feeling?

l feel well.

You might even say...

exhilarated.

l'm glad to hear it.

Well, that's what l wanted
to talk to you about.

ln the past 24 hours,

l've undergone
rigorous diagnostic testing,

submitted to an extensive

psychological profile

and l've been poked and prodded

in organs that l
didn't even know l had.

While all this testing
may no doubt be necessary...

frankly, l'm restless.

To tell you the truth,

we could use a little help
in the Mess Hall.

And l'd be glad
to give you a hand.

But...

after careful consideration,

l've decided that the most
sensible thing for me to do

is to resume the tactical post.

Tactical?

Remember, Captain,

l do possess Tuvok's
knowledge and expertise,

and while l have no doubt

that the crew misses
Neelix's cooking,

you need your most
experienced Tactical Officer.

That's me.

lf l may, Captain.

Mr. Tuvix...

Tuvix?

Apparently, that's what
he likes to be called.

Mr. Tuvix is, indeed,
in perfect health.

And since l've collected
all the data l need,

there's no reason l can't
continue my investigation

without him for the time being.

And, according to my tests,
he's quite correct

when he says that he possesses
Tuvok's knowledge and expertise.

He also possesses

Tuvok's irritating sense
of intellectual superiority

and Neelix's
annoying ebullience.

l would be very grateful to you

if you would assign him
some duty.

Any duty...

somewhere else.

Well... Mr. Tuvix...

l'm not ready to assign you
to the Bridge just yet,

but why don't you
join the senior staff

for our noon briefing,

and we'll see
how it goes from there.

Captain, has anyone
ever told you

that you are as fair-minded
as you are lovely?

As a matter of fact,

Neelix has told me that
occasionally.

And if you really do
possess his memories...

you'd know that flattery
will get you nowhere.

The transporter
was functioning normally.

Biofilters, pattern buffers,
everything checked out.

What about the problem

with the molecular
imaging scanners?

According
to the transporter logs,

they were optimal
at the time of transport.

lt was a perfectly routine
beam-out sequence.

No anomalies, no power
overloads, no malfunctions.

Our scans of the planet's
surface and atmosphere

don't show anything
out of the ordinary.

There's no evidence of any type
of alien interference.

Frankly, Captain,
we're at a loss.

And the orchids, Kes?

Have you found anything
unusual about them?

Commander Chakotay brought back
a few samples on the shuttle

and l ran
a biochemical analysis.

They contain the same elements
as many plants: chloroplasts,

lysosomal enzymes,
cytoplasmic proteins,

but there's nothing unusual.

There's never been an accident
like this recorded

in the entire history
of transporter technology.

l'm not willing to accept it
as a random malfunction.

Captain, l recommend we program
a holodeck simulation,

try recreating the accident.

Sex.

l beg your pardon?

What l mean to say is--

and l apologize
for cutting you off, Commander--

l think
we're on the wrong track.

Kes... you said that the flowers
you examined

contained lysosomal enzymes.

That's right.

According to Tuvok's
botanical research,

the presence
of lysosomal enzymes

could be evidence
of symbiogenesis.

Symbiogenesis?

Symbiogenesis is a rare
reproductive process.

lnstead of pollination
or mating,

symbiogenetic organisms merge
with a second species.

Andorian amoebae, for instance--

they're able to merge with
other single-celled organisms

to form a third unique species.

A hybrid.

Like you.

Exactly.

lt's an interesting idea,

but we're talking about
microcellular organisms here.

l've never heard
of symbiogenesis occurring

in a species as complex
as a humanoid.

Actually, Captain,
when you think about it,

Neelix and Tuvok
were broken down

to a microcellular level
during transport-- DNA,

protein, all in a state
of molecular flux.

And if the enzymes
that cause symbiogenesis

interacted with their DNA

while they were
in the matter stream,

it might've caused
their patterns to merge.

Like an Andorian amoeba.

Just like that, Tuvix is born.

lt's the best theory
l've heard so far.

lt's the only theory
l've heard so far.

And it's worth investigating.

Mr. Paris, take a shuttle
to the planet

and collect additional
flower specimens.

Yes, ma'am, but l'd recommend
waiting until morning.

The weather on the planet
can get

pretty nasty at night.

Very well.
You'll depart at 600 hours.

Good work, Mr. Tuvix.

Kes.

Oh, hello.

Hello.

Do you need something?

Actually, l was wondering

if you'd like
to join me for dinner.

Well, l, uh...

You've already eaten?

Well, no.

You're not hungry?

Actually...

lf memory serves me,

Wednesday's the day

that Neelix always cooked
Trellan crepes--

your favorite meal?

That's right.

Well, why break with tradition

just because of a little
transporter accident?

Somebody's eggs are burning!

Those are mine.

Can you flip them for me?

l can't find a spatula.

Just... try tossing them.

Why don't you have a seat?

l'll be with you in a minute.

Do you mind telling me
what's going on here, crewman?

We're making dinner.

l see.

All right, everybody out!

On whose authority?

Chief of Security or Head Chef--

take your pick.
Out, out, out!

Come, come.

Out!

So you really enjoyed
the crepes?

Oh, they were
absolutely delicious.

Don't you think Neelix

always made them
a little too spicy?

These were a little
different than usual.

Did you change the recipe?

Only slightly.

l thought more moderate
seasoning would allow

the flavor of the mushrooms
to come through.

l loved the mushrooms.

l'm glad.

l can't believe

how disorganized
this galley was.

lt's a wonder Neelix
ever found anything.

He says he has a system.

But l guess
you already know that.

l admire your strength, Kes.

Why do you say that?

l know l'm not Neelix,

but l can posit
with complete certainty

that if the situation
were reversed--

if suddenly he found himself
without you in his life--

he'd be absolutely lost.

l have to go.

Thanks again for dinner.

Good morning, Captain.
Commander.

You're here bright and early,
Lieutenant.

Actually, l've been here
since 0400 hours.

l wanted to work on that
proximity detector glitch

in the security subroutine.

And how's it going?

l managed to correct it.

Tuvok said it could
take up to ten days

to check out all
the possible problems.

How'd you fix it so fast?

l had a hunch.

''A hunch''?

That's correct.

You'll have a report
on your desk

first thing this afternoon.

Kim to Mr. Tuvix.

Tuvix here.

We're just about ready

to start the transporter tests,
if you'd like to join us.

l'm on my way.

Excuse me, Captain.

Well, he's certainly
fitting in, isn't he?

There's an old axiom:

''The whole is never greater
than the sum of its parts.''

l think Tuvix might be
disproving that notion.

Give me the flowers
from the airponics bay.

Here you go.

One prize-winning
chrysanthemum...

one garden-variety clematis...

and last but not least...

one symbiogenetic alien orchid.

l never thought
that botanical science class

would come in so handy.

Torres to Transporter Room 1.

We're ready down here.

Acknowledged.

Energizing.

We've made over 100 attempts
to reverse the symbiogenesis

using the medical transporter,

and each time, this has been
the unfortunate result--

complete cellular collapse.

The genetic codes
of the chrysanthemum

and the clematis
are so scrambled

that the targeting scanners

can't recognize
the original patterns.

l suppose it would be
like trying to extract

the flour, eggs and water
after you'd baked the cake.

Obviously,
in the case of Mr. Tuvix,

we're dealing with a much more
complex organism than a flower.

ln effect, we're talking

about recreating
two humanoid life-forms

without so much
as a single discrete strand

of DNA to start with.

Are you saying l'm going
to be this way forever?

l am an incredibly
skilled doctor

and l will continue to pursue

a safe and effective
treatment until l find one...

but l won't lie to you.

l'm not optimistic.

lt could take months, even
years, to find a solution.

And we must face the possibility
that this condition is simply...

untreatable.

l feel as though
l've lost two patients.

l'm sorry.

l'll inform the rest
of the crew.

Come in.

l hope l'm not disturbing you.

lt's all right.

Um, please...

sit down.

Ocampan prayer tapers.

For Tuvok and Neelix?

lt's funny...

if something happened to Tuvok,
if Neelix were here,

he'd be the first person
to comfort me.

And if l lost Neelix...

Tuvok would be the first person
to guide me spiritually.

Now l don't have either of them.

You have me, Kes.

Thank you.

But...

l remind you
of what you've lost.

lt's not your fault.

l know, and l'm trying
to accept who l am now.

Captain Janeway tells me

there's a place
for me on this ship...

but l can't help feeling like...

like some sort of impostor.

Maybe we can help
each other get through this.

That's what l've been hoping.

l know this is going to sound
very strange to you...

perhaps even illogical...

since, in a way, we've only
known each other a few days.

But l want you to know...

l love you, Kes.

But l hardly know you.

A-And besides, what about...

what about Tuvok's wife,
for one thing?

He was completely
devoted to her.

What happens when Voyager
gets back home?

Are you just going
to forget her?

l could never forget T'Pel.

l carry Tuvok's love
for her inside me

and l would never ask you
to forget Neelix.

How can you talk this way?

Because l carry Neelix's love
for you inside me, as well,

and l always will.

You heard the Doctor.

lt could be years

before he finds a way to bring
Tuvok and Neelix back--

if ever.

For you,
that might be a lifetime.

Please go.

l'm sorry.

l should've controlled
my emotions.

All l really came to say

is that l'll be here for you
if you need me.

Kes.

Captain.

l'm sorry. l shouldn't
have bothered you this late.

l'll, uh, talk to you tomorrow.

Actually, l was having
trouble sleeping.

l could use some company.

Would you like some hot tea?

Please, sit down.

l was just looking over
some old letters Tuvok sent me

when he was temporarily
assigned to Jupiter Station.

Most people would say

his writing is cold,
analytical, detached, but...

l've always found it to be...

concise, efficient...

...thoughtful.

l hear his voice
when l read the words.

And Neelix...

l'd become so fond of him, Kes.

l can't imagine
what you're going through.

l wanted to talk
to you about Tuvix.

He came to see me
this afternoon.

Oh?

He said... he said
that he loves me.

l suppose l can see
how that's possible,

given the circumstances.

l wasn't sure what to say.

At first l was angry,

but l know how he's
trying to comfort me

and l know that he feels alone,
too.

To tell the truth,
he's a wonderful person.

Do you have feelings
for him, too, Kes?

No, l don't.

l mean, how could l?

l still love Neelix...

and l'm not ready
to give up on him,

no matter what the Doctor says.

l know how you feel.

You're experiencing

what people on this crew
have been going through

since we first got stranded
in this Quadrant.

Do we accept

that we're separated
from our loved ones forever?

Or do we hold on to the hope

that, someday,
we'll be with them again?

What do you do, Captain?

Oh... l struggle with it
every day.

Sometimes, l'm full
of hope and optimism.

Other times...

l dream about being with Mark...

...and it's so real.

Then, when l wake up
and realize it's just a dream,

l'm terribly discouraged.

ln those moments,

it's impossible to deny
just how far away he really is.

And, uh...

l know that, someday,

l may have to accept that he's
not part of my life anymore.

So, are you saying
that l should just accept

that Neelix isn't a part
of my life anymore?

l would never tell you
or anyone else

to give up hope, Kes.

l think the best thing
you can do now...

is give yourself time.

Thank you, Captain.

l'll go now and let you sleep.

My door is always open to you,
Kes.

Captain's Log, Stardate 49678.4.

lt's been two weeks

since the transporter accident
that created Mr. Tuvix

and, while it's still
not entirely clear

that he's with us permanently,

he's certainly been doing
his best to settle in.

The crew seems to be growing
accustomed to his presence,

and he's proving to be
a very able Tactical Officer

who isn't afraid
to express his opinions.

While he's forging relationships
with many of the officers,

he seems to be keeping a
respectful distance from Kes,

allowing her to adjust
to the circumstances

on her own terms.

As for my relationship
with Tuvix,

l've found him
to be an able advisor,

who skillfully uses humor
to make his points.

And although l feel
a bit guilty saying it,

his cooking is better
than Neelix's.

My taste buds are definitely
happy to have him around.

Sick Bay to Ensign Kim.

Please turn to your emergency
medical holographic channel.

How can l help you, Doc?

Suppose l found a radioisotope

that could selectively
attach itself

to specific DNA sequences.

Could the surgical transporters
be reprogrammed

to lock on
to those enhanced sequences

and separate them
from the remaining DNA?

Well, l think so,

but we'd have to modify
the molecular imaging scanners,

and find a way to compensate for
the higher levels of radiation.

Thank you, Ensign.

Wait a second.

What's going on?

lt's pure speculation
at this point.

l'll let you know
when l've learned more.

This is about Tuvix, isn't it?

l'm on my way.

Eight ball, corner pocket.

That's game again, Commander.

We've created a monster.

Best out of five?

Would you mind if we finished
this later, Commander?

Not at all.

Hi.

Hi.

How have you been?

Good days and bad days.

You?

Me, too.

Listen, l'm sorry l've been
so distant lately.

Kes, you don't owe me
an explanation.

l've been doing
a lot of thinking.

And l'm hoping
that we can be friends.

l would like that very much.

And l'd like our friendship
to grow.

You would?

Yes.

But it's going to take time.

l'm not going anywhere.

Doctor to Lieutenant Tuvix.

Tuvix here.

Please report
to Sick Bay immediately.

Until late in the 21st century,

physicians administered
barium to patients

with certain
gastrointestinal disorders.

The radioactive properties
of the barium

made the lining
of the intestines visible,

with a primitive imaging
technology called X rays.

lnstead of barium, we've
come up with a radioisotope

that attaches itself

to the DNA of one
of the merged species,

but not the other.

Then we simply beam out
the selected DNA,

and segregate
the two merged species.

You see these?

They used to be
a single merged flower.

And you can use
this same process?

lt will require

a more detailed reprogramming
of the transporter,

but, yes, l believe
we can restore

Mr. Tuvok and Mr. Neelix.

That's wonderful.

lsn't that wonderful?

l assure you, Mr. Tuvix,
there's nothing to worry about.

We've accounted
for every variable.

Except one.

l don't want to die.

lt's funny...

if we'd had the ability
to separate Tuvok and Neelix

the moment Tuvix came aboard...

l wouldn't have hesitated.

Of course not.

But now...

in the past few weeks...

he's begun to make a life
for himself on this ship.

He's taken on
responsibilities...

made friends...

l count myself as one of them.

So, at what point did
he become an individual

and not a transporter accident?

Come in.

You wanted to see me, Captain?

Yes, Mr. Tuvix.

Please, sit down.

l feel as though

l've been dragged in front
of the Numirian lnquisition.

Will you excuse us, Commander?

We've just been discussing
the unfortunate...

predicament
that we're all facing,

and l thought it was important
to get your perspective

before making a decision.

Are you suggesting that this
is your decision to make?

l am the Captain of this ship.

Begging your pardon, Captain,

it's my life.

lsn't it my decision?

Aren't there two other lives
to consider here?

What about Tuvok and Neelix--

two voices that we
can't hear right now?

As Captain,
l must be their voice,

and l believe
they would want to live.

But they are living, in a way.

lnside me.

lt's not the same.

And l think you'd agree with me.

They have families.

Friends.

People who love them

and miss them
and want them back,

just as l do.

But restoring their lives
means sacrificing mine.

Captain...

what you're considering
is an execution.

An execution--

like they used to do
to murderers centuries ago--

and l've committed
no crime at all.

Aren't you arguing
for an execution, too--

of Tuvok and Neelix?

l'm here-- alive.

Unfortunate as it may be,
they're gone.

And l have an opportunity
to bring them back.

Don't you think that l care
about Tuvok and Neelix?

Of course l do!

Without them, l wouldn't exist.

ln a way, l think of them
as my parents.

l feel like
l know them intimately.

Then you know Tuvok was a man

who would gladly give
his life to save another.

And l believe the same
was true of Neelix.

You're right, Captain.

That is the Starfleet way.

And l know there'll be
some people

who will call me a coward

because l didn't
sacrifice myself willingly.

Believe me,
l've thought of that.

But l have the will to live
of two men.

Look at me, Captain.

When l'm happy, l laugh.

When l'm sad, l cry.

When l stub my toe,
l yell out in pain.

l'm flesh and blood.

And l... have the right
to live!

Kes...

l need your help.

l've just come from the Captain,

and she's thinking
about forcing me

to go through
with the separation.

lf anybody can make
a difference, Kes, it's you.

She'll listen to you.

We've helped each other
through this,

and l know that you care
about what happens to me.

Please.

Kes, you may be my only hope.

Come in.

Captain...

Tuvix has asked me
to speak to you on his behalf.

But l can't.

He shouldn't have put you
in the middle of this.

But l am in the middle.

l have been since
the moment of the accident.

l don't know how to say good-bye
to Neelix and Tuvok.

l know this sounds horrible...

and l feel so guilty
for saying it...

and Tuvix doesn't
deserve to die...

but l want Neelix back.

You're excused, Ensign.

Mr. Paris,
what is our present speed?

Warp 6.5.

l'd like to conduct a field test
of the aft sensor array.

Please, slow to impulse.

Commander?

Until the Captain
makes a decision,

Mr. Tuvix is still
the Tactical Officer.

Mr. Tuvix?

l'd like to speak to you alone.

Can l assume that you've
come to a decision, Captain?

l have.

l think we all should hear
what you have to say!

Please come with me, Mr. Tuvix.

No.

l'm ordering you
to come with me.

Security to the Bridge.

Commander, are you going
to stand by and do nothing

while she commits murder?!

Wha..?

Mr. Ayala!

Yes...

Lieutenant Paris...

you...

Doesn't anyone see
that this is wrong?!

Let him go.

Each of you is going to have
to live with this...

and l'm sorry for that.

For you are all good...
good people.

My colleagues.

My friends.

l forgive you.

Commander Chakotay,

advise the Doctor
we're on our way to Sick Bay.

Deck 5.

l'm sorry, Captain,

but l cannot perform
the surgical separation.

l am a physician,
and a physician must do no harm.

l will not take Mr. Tuvix' life
against his will.

Very well, Doctor.

Please step aside.

l assume this is
the radioisotope.

Please sit down on this bio-bed.

Locking surgical
targeting scanners

onto the isotope probe.

lnitiating separation sequence.

Energizing.

Neelix!

Hello, sweeting!

Greetings, Captain.

Mr. Tuvok...

Mr. Neelix...

it's good to have you back.