"Similitude" : Line-By-Line!

[ChristopherPike]

Sim: "My parents. They're not really mine, they're his."

 

[LeadHead]

Archer: Yes.

 

[ChristopherPike]

Sim: "So, that time I put a garden snake in Lizzie's dollhouse, that wasn't me?"

 

[LeadHead]

Archer: No.

 

[ChristopherPike]

Sim: "So I'm just some kind of copy of him?"

 

[LeadHead]

Archer: You're more then that, Sim. You have Trip's memories, but you also have your own memories, the one's you're making here on Enterprise.

 

[ChristopherPike]

Phlox slowly appears from around a corner.

Sim: "How long have I lived here?"

 

[LeadHead]

Archer: You were born only 4 days ago.

 

[ChristopherPike]

Sim: "I feel older."

 

[LeadHead]

Archer: It's hard to understand, I know. There's part of you, something inside you, that Trip needs. Doctor Phlox is going to have to perform an operation.

 

[ChristopherPike]

Sim: "Will it hurt?"

 

[LeadHead]

Phlox: Not at all. You won't feel a thing.

 

[ChristopherPike]

Sim: "Doctors always say that."

 

[LeadHead]

Archer: When Phlox says it, it's the truth.

 

[ChristopherPike]

Sim: (pauses to consider)

"Can we go fix the model now?"

 

[LeadHead]

Archer: Sure.

Captains Starlog Supplemental. Enterprise has been incapacitated for 7 days. 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 on-going effort to repair the engines.

Sim, now a teenager, walks through corridors and enters Engineering.

 

[ChristopherPike]

Sim: (handing a padd to T'Pol) "Wave guides for the primary port bypass. Think I've made some progress.

 

[LeadHead]

T'Pol: This looks promising.

 

[ChristopherPike]

Sim: "They're showing A Night At The Opera tonight. Marx Brothers. Wondered if you're planning to go."

 

[LeadHead]

T'Pol: I'll be reviewing the field coil equations. They need to be finished in time for tomorrows reactor test.