PHLOX: Why not right here? I can't think of a more stimulating environment for a developing young mind, and I'd be able to keep a close watch on his development.
PHLOX: 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?
(Later) PHLOX [OC]: Chief Medical Officer's log. After much deliberation I have finally thought of a name for this newest addition to our crew. PHLOX: It's all right, Sim. It's all right. PHLOX [OC]: Lucky for me Denobulans require little sleep. I'm at a loss as to 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.
SIM: Those who have never seen a living Martian can scarcely imagine the strange horror of it's a - app - appearance.
PHLOX [OC]: It's become quite evident that Sim's remarkable scholastic progress goes far beyond an aptitude for learning. [Mess hall] (The boy is a pre-teenager.) PHLOX: He's remembering things that happened to Trip when Trip was this age.
PHLOX: 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.
PHLOX: And he's beginning to ask questions. Where did I come from? Where's my mother and father? Why am I here?
ARCHER: I gave the order that created him. I should be the one to explain why. [Deleted scene - corridor] (Porthos comes skittering around a corner, followed by Sim.) ARCHER: Whoa! Where do you think you're off to?