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MAN [OVER RADIO]: How may we be of assistance?
ARCHER: Bio-signs?
Well?
It's genome is stored in Enterprise's computer, as is the recipe.
Maybe it's abandoned.
Captain.
PHLOX: Do you recall what happened to Crewman Fisher
Subject's name: Ensign Travis Mayweather,
Two weeks?
If it's so perfect, how do you know it's not him?
I can't. Our access codes have been scrambled.
What's it look like inside?
- Yes, sir. - Aye, sir.
Our computer is the most advanced in the fleet,
ARCHER: Not anymore. I could use a hand, ensign.
Did you hear that?
Not bad.
But the plasma hasn't ignited the O-2 conduits yet.
As a matter of fact, I did.
They even fixed the squeak in the floor.
This cooling duct runs all the way to the center of the station.
COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Select a method of compensation to begin.
Who am I speaking with?
MAYWEATHER: Enterprise to Captain Archer.
ARCHER [OVER RADIO]: Don't be in such a hurry.
Some kind of mechanical arms are being attached to the outer hull.
Hmm. I don't recall that.
Fortunately, you were removed before any permanent injury occurred.
We scratched the hull right there a year ago.
human male.
If that mine had hit another meter to the left...
We can give them either three warp coils,
COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Time to completion:
I thought I told you to have that repainted.
It's the repair schedule.
What about the transceiver array
It was my idea, sir.
I'm afraid they're not up to Starfleet specs.
ARCHER: Come in.
Three of the station's arms just clamped onto the hull.