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