Star Trek: Voyager s02e24 Episode Script
Tuvix
Captain's Log, Stardate 49655.
2.
Our sensors have located a variety of flower which may prove to be a valuable nutritional supplement.
I'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, I do not experience exhilaration.
Oh, let's not quibble about semantics.
A breeze is blowing, the sun is shining.
It's beautiful.
The weather is certainly adequate for our purposes.
Adequate? You know something? You're acting more "Tuvokian" than usual this morning.
I am who I am, Mr.
Neelix.
It is impossible for me to be more or less like myself.
There you go with the semantics again.
But you know what I'm talking about.
I'm afraid I don't.
Well, then, I'll explain it to you.
You're a nature lover, aren't you? I appreciate nature, yes.
It's one of the things that you and I 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.
I just I don't see why you're not having fun.
We are not here to have fun.
We are here to collect samples.
Why? Is there some regulation that says we can't do both at the same time? I know.
Why don't, why don't we sing a song while we toil, hmm? Lt'll cheer you up.
I'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.
I know, but it was the most cheerful song I 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.
I'm only getting one pattern.
Tuvok or Neelix? I don't think it's either of them.
Abort.
It's too late.
Kim to Security.
Intruder alert, Transporter Room 1.
Identify yourself.
I'm Lieutenant Tuvok.
And I'm Neelix.
Sir, according to the bio-scanners, he's right.
Somehow their patterns have merged.
I 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? I 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 I knew, I was standing on the transporter pad as you see me now.
I'm also picking up traces of a third genetic pattern.
It 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.
I'll know more after we've run a diagnostic on the biofilters and transporter logs.
Get on it.
In the meantime, I'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.
I'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 I'll be fine.
This scan is very delicate, so try to remain still for the next 20 minutes.
I'll do my best.
Don't worry.
We're going to figure it out.
Oh, I'm not worried.
I 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 I 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? If you mean am I suffering from some form of multiple personality disorder, I don't think so.
I do have the memories of both men, but I seem to have a single consciousness.
You must find me very odd, Kes.
No, of course not.
Try to keep still.
So what should I call you? Ah, a name.
I hadn't thought of that.
What an intriguing question.
I 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.
I've got it.
What? Why don't you call me Neevok.
Wait.
This is better.
How about Tuvix? Tuvix it is.
I'm so glad you're here to help me through this, sweeting.
I'm sorry.
It 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? I feel well.
You might even say exhilarated.
I'm glad to hear it.
Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.
In the past 24 hours, I've undergone rigorous diagnostic testing, submitted to an extensive psychological profile and I've been poked and prodded in organs that I didn't even know I had.
While all this testing may no doubt be necessary frankly, I'm restless.
To tell you the truth, we could use a little help in the Mess Hall.
And I'd be glad to give you a hand.
But after careful consideration, I've decided that the most sensible thing for me to do is to resume the tactical post.
Tactical? Remember, Captain, I do possess Tuvok's knowledge and expertise, and while I have no doubt that the crew misses Neelix's cooking, you need your most experienced Tactical Officer.
That's me.
If I may, Captain.
Mr.
Tuvix Tuvix? Apparently, that's what he likes to be called.
Mr.
Tuvix is, indeed, in perfect health.
And since I've collected all the data I need, there's no reason I 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.
I would be very grateful to you if you would assign him some duty.
Any duty somewhere else.
Well Mr.
Tuvix I'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.
It 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 I 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.
I'm not willing to accept it as a random malfunction.
Captain, I recommend we program a holodeck simulation, try recreating the accident.
Sex.
I beg your pardon? What I mean to say is and I apologize for cutting you off, Commander I 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.
Instead 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.
It's an interesting idea, but we're talking about microcellular organisms here.
I'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.
It's the best theory I've heard so far.
It's the only theory I'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 I'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, I was wondering if you'd like to join me for dinner.
Well, I, uh You've already eaten? Well, no.
You're not hungry? Actually If 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? I can't find a spatula.
Just try tossing them.
Why don't you have a seat? I'll be with you in a minute.
Do you mind telling me what's going on here, crewman? We're making dinner.
I 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.
I thought more moderate seasoning would allow the flavor of the mushrooms to come through.
I loved the mushrooms.
I'm glad.
I can't believe how disorganized this galley was.
It's a wonder Neelix ever found anything.
He says he has a system.
But I guess you already know that.
I admire your strength, Kes.
Why do you say that? I know I'm not Neelix, but I 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.
I have to go.
Thanks again for dinner.
Good morning, Captain.
Commander.
You're here bright and early, Lieutenant.
Actually, I've been here since 0400 hours.
I wanted to work on that proximity detector glitch in the security subroutine.
And how's it going? I 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? I 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.
I'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.
" I 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.
I 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.
I 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.
In 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 I'm going to be this way forever? I am an incredibly skilled doctor and I will continue to pursue a safe and effective treatment until I find one but I won't lie to you.
I'm not optimistic.
It could take months, even years, to find a solution.
And we must face the possibility that this condition is simply untreatable.
I feel as though I've lost two patients.
I'm sorry.
I'll inform the rest of the crew.
Come in.
I hope I'm not disturbing you.
It's all right.
Um, please sit down.
Ocampan prayer tapers.
For Tuvok and Neelix? It's funny if something happened to Tuvok, if Neelix were here, he'd be the first person to comfort me.
And if I lost Neelix Tuvok would be the first person to guide me spiritually.
Now I don't have either of them.
You have me, Kes.
Thank you.
But I remind you of what you've lost.
It's not your fault.
I know, and I'm trying to accept who I am now.
Captain Janeway tells me there's a place for me on this ship but I can't help feeling like like some sort of impostor.
Maybe we can help each other get through this.
That's what I've been hoping.
I 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 I want you to know I love you, Kes.
But I 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? I could never forget T'Pel.
I carry Tuvok's love for her inside me and I would never ask you to forget Neelix.
How can you talk this way? Because I carry Neelix's love for you inside me, as well, and I always will.
You heard the Doctor.
It 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.
I'm sorry.
I should've controlled my emotions.
All I really came to say is that I'll be here for you if you need me.
Kes.
Captain.
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have bothered you this late.
I'll, uh, talk to you tomorrow.
Actually, I was having trouble sleeping.
I could use some company.
Would you like some hot tea? Please, sit down.
I 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 I've always found it to be concise, efficient thoughtful.
I hear his voice when I read the words.
And Neelix I'd become so fond of him, Kes.
I can't imagine what you're going through.
I wanted to talk to you about Tuvix.
He came to see me this afternoon.
Oh? He said he said that he loves me.
I suppose I can see how that's possible, given the circumstances.
I wasn't sure what to say.
At first I was angry, but I know how he's trying to comfort me and I know that he feels alone, too.
To tell the truth, he's a wonderful person.
Do you have feelings for him, too, Kes? No, I don't.
I mean, how could I? I still love Neelix and I'm not ready to give up on him, no matter what the Doctor says.
I 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 I struggle with it every day.
Sometimes, I'm full of hope and optimism.
Other times I dream about being with Mark and it's so real.
Then, when I wake up and realize it's just a dream, I'm terribly discouraged.
In those moments, it's impossible to deny just how far away he really is.
And, uh I know that, someday, I may have to accept that he's not part of my life anymore.
So, are you saying that I should just accept that Neelix isn't a part of my life anymore? I would never tell you or anyone else to give up hope, Kes.
I think the best thing you can do now is give yourself time.
Thank you, Captain.
I'll go now and let you sleep.
My door is always open to you, Kes.
Captain's Log, Stardate 49678.
4.
It'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, I've found him to be an able advisor, who skillfully uses humor to make his points.
And although I 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 I help you, Doc? Suppose I 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, I 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? It's pure speculation at this point.
I'll let you know when I've learned more.
This is about Tuvix, isn't it? I'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, I'm sorry I've been so distant lately.
Kes, you don't owe me an explanation.
I've been doing a lot of thinking.
And I'm hoping that we can be friends.
I would like that very much.
And I'd like our friendship to grow.
You would? Yes.
But it's going to take time.
I'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.
Instead 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? It will require a more detailed reprogramming of the transporter, but, yes, I believe we can restore Mr.
Tuvok and Mr.
Neelix.
That's wonderful.
Isn't that wonderful? I assure you, Mr.
Tuvix, there's nothing to worry about.
We've accounted for every variable.
Except one.
I don't want to die.
It's funny if we'd had the ability to separate Tuvok and Neelix the moment Tuvix came aboard I 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 I 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.
I feel as though I've been dragged in front of the Numirian Inquisition.
Will you excuse us, Commander? We've just been discussing the unfortunate predicament that we're all facing, and I thought it was important to get your perspective before making a decision.
Are you suggesting that this is your decision to make? I am the Captain of this ship.
Begging your pardon, Captain, it's my life.
Isn'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, I must be their voice, and I believe they would want to live.
But they are living, in a way.
Inside me.
It's not the same.
And I think you'd agree with me.
They have families.
Friends.
People who love them and miss them and want them back, just as I 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 I've committed no crime at all.
Aren't you arguing for an execution, too of Tuvok and Neelix? I'm here alive.
Unfortunate as it may be, they're gone.
And I have an opportunity to bring them back.
Don't you think that I care about Tuvok and Neelix? Of course I do! Without them, I wouldn't exist.
In a way, I think of them as my parents.
I feel like I know them intimately.
Then you know Tuvok was a man who would gladly give his life to save another.
And I believe the same was true of Neelix.
You're right, Captain.
That is the Starfleet way.
And I know there'll be some people who will call me a coward because I didn't sacrifice myself willingly.
Believe me, I've thought of that.
But I have the will to live of two men.
Look at me, Captain.
When I'm happy, I laugh.
When I'm sad, I cry.
When I stub my toe, I yell out in pain.
I'm flesh and blood.
And I have the right to live! Kes I need your help.
I've just come from the Captain, and she's thinking about forcing me to go through with the separation.
If anybody can make a difference, Kes, it's you.
She'll listen to you.
We've helped each other through this, and I 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 I can't.
He shouldn't have put you in the middle of this.
But I am in the middle.
I have been since the moment of the accident.
I don't know how to say good-bye to Neelix and Tuvok.
I know this sounds horrible and I feel so guilty for saying it and Tuvix doesn't deserve to die but I want Neelix back.
You're excused, Ensign.
Mr.
Paris, what is our present speed? Warp 6.
5.
I'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? I'd like to speak to you alone.
Can I assume that you've come to a decision, Captain? I have.
I think we all should hear what you have to say! Please come with me, Mr.
Tuvix.
No.
I'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 I'm sorry for that.
For you are all good good people.
My colleagues.
My friends.
I forgive you.
Commander Chakotay, advise the Doctor we're on our way to Sick Bay.
Deck 5.
I'm sorry, Captain, but I cannot perform the surgical separation.
I am a physician, and a physician must do no harm.
I will not take Mr.
Tuvix' life against his will.
Very well, Doctor.
Please step aside.
I assume this is the radioisotope.
Please sit down on this bio-bed.
Locking surgical targeting scanners onto the isotope probe.
Initiating separation sequence.
Energizing.
Neelix! Hello, sweeting! Greetings, Captain.
Mr.
Tuvok Mr.
Neelix it's good to have you back.
2.
Our sensors have located a variety of flower which may prove to be a valuable nutritional supplement.
I'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, I do not experience exhilaration.
Oh, let's not quibble about semantics.
A breeze is blowing, the sun is shining.
It's beautiful.
The weather is certainly adequate for our purposes.
Adequate? You know something? You're acting more "Tuvokian" than usual this morning.
I am who I am, Mr.
Neelix.
It is impossible for me to be more or less like myself.
There you go with the semantics again.
But you know what I'm talking about.
I'm afraid I don't.
Well, then, I'll explain it to you.
You're a nature lover, aren't you? I appreciate nature, yes.
It's one of the things that you and I 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.
I just I don't see why you're not having fun.
We are not here to have fun.
We are here to collect samples.
Why? Is there some regulation that says we can't do both at the same time? I know.
Why don't, why don't we sing a song while we toil, hmm? Lt'll cheer you up.
I'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.
I know, but it was the most cheerful song I 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.
I'm only getting one pattern.
Tuvok or Neelix? I don't think it's either of them.
Abort.
It's too late.
Kim to Security.
Intruder alert, Transporter Room 1.
Identify yourself.
I'm Lieutenant Tuvok.
And I'm Neelix.
Sir, according to the bio-scanners, he's right.
Somehow their patterns have merged.
I 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? I 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 I knew, I was standing on the transporter pad as you see me now.
I'm also picking up traces of a third genetic pattern.
It 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.
I'll know more after we've run a diagnostic on the biofilters and transporter logs.
Get on it.
In the meantime, I'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.
I'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 I'll be fine.
This scan is very delicate, so try to remain still for the next 20 minutes.
I'll do my best.
Don't worry.
We're going to figure it out.
Oh, I'm not worried.
I 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 I 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? If you mean am I suffering from some form of multiple personality disorder, I don't think so.
I do have the memories of both men, but I seem to have a single consciousness.
You must find me very odd, Kes.
No, of course not.
Try to keep still.
So what should I call you? Ah, a name.
I hadn't thought of that.
What an intriguing question.
I 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.
I've got it.
What? Why don't you call me Neevok.
Wait.
This is better.
How about Tuvix? Tuvix it is.
I'm so glad you're here to help me through this, sweeting.
I'm sorry.
It 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? I feel well.
You might even say exhilarated.
I'm glad to hear it.
Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.
In the past 24 hours, I've undergone rigorous diagnostic testing, submitted to an extensive psychological profile and I've been poked and prodded in organs that I didn't even know I had.
While all this testing may no doubt be necessary frankly, I'm restless.
To tell you the truth, we could use a little help in the Mess Hall.
And I'd be glad to give you a hand.
But after careful consideration, I've decided that the most sensible thing for me to do is to resume the tactical post.
Tactical? Remember, Captain, I do possess Tuvok's knowledge and expertise, and while I have no doubt that the crew misses Neelix's cooking, you need your most experienced Tactical Officer.
That's me.
If I may, Captain.
Mr.
Tuvix Tuvix? Apparently, that's what he likes to be called.
Mr.
Tuvix is, indeed, in perfect health.
And since I've collected all the data I need, there's no reason I 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.
I would be very grateful to you if you would assign him some duty.
Any duty somewhere else.
Well Mr.
Tuvix I'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.
It 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 I 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.
I'm not willing to accept it as a random malfunction.
Captain, I recommend we program a holodeck simulation, try recreating the accident.
Sex.
I beg your pardon? What I mean to say is and I apologize for cutting you off, Commander I 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.
Instead 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.
It's an interesting idea, but we're talking about microcellular organisms here.
I'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.
It's the best theory I've heard so far.
It's the only theory I'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 I'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, I was wondering if you'd like to join me for dinner.
Well, I, uh You've already eaten? Well, no.
You're not hungry? Actually If 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? I can't find a spatula.
Just try tossing them.
Why don't you have a seat? I'll be with you in a minute.
Do you mind telling me what's going on here, crewman? We're making dinner.
I 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.
I thought more moderate seasoning would allow the flavor of the mushrooms to come through.
I loved the mushrooms.
I'm glad.
I can't believe how disorganized this galley was.
It's a wonder Neelix ever found anything.
He says he has a system.
But I guess you already know that.
I admire your strength, Kes.
Why do you say that? I know I'm not Neelix, but I 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.
I have to go.
Thanks again for dinner.
Good morning, Captain.
Commander.
You're here bright and early, Lieutenant.
Actually, I've been here since 0400 hours.
I wanted to work on that proximity detector glitch in the security subroutine.
And how's it going? I 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? I 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.
I'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.
" I 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.
I 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.
I 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.
In 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 I'm going to be this way forever? I am an incredibly skilled doctor and I will continue to pursue a safe and effective treatment until I find one but I won't lie to you.
I'm not optimistic.
It could take months, even years, to find a solution.
And we must face the possibility that this condition is simply untreatable.
I feel as though I've lost two patients.
I'm sorry.
I'll inform the rest of the crew.
Come in.
I hope I'm not disturbing you.
It's all right.
Um, please sit down.
Ocampan prayer tapers.
For Tuvok and Neelix? It's funny if something happened to Tuvok, if Neelix were here, he'd be the first person to comfort me.
And if I lost Neelix Tuvok would be the first person to guide me spiritually.
Now I don't have either of them.
You have me, Kes.
Thank you.
But I remind you of what you've lost.
It's not your fault.
I know, and I'm trying to accept who I am now.
Captain Janeway tells me there's a place for me on this ship but I can't help feeling like like some sort of impostor.
Maybe we can help each other get through this.
That's what I've been hoping.
I 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 I want you to know I love you, Kes.
But I 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? I could never forget T'Pel.
I carry Tuvok's love for her inside me and I would never ask you to forget Neelix.
How can you talk this way? Because I carry Neelix's love for you inside me, as well, and I always will.
You heard the Doctor.
It 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.
I'm sorry.
I should've controlled my emotions.
All I really came to say is that I'll be here for you if you need me.
Kes.
Captain.
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have bothered you this late.
I'll, uh, talk to you tomorrow.
Actually, I was having trouble sleeping.
I could use some company.
Would you like some hot tea? Please, sit down.
I 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 I've always found it to be concise, efficient thoughtful.
I hear his voice when I read the words.
And Neelix I'd become so fond of him, Kes.
I can't imagine what you're going through.
I wanted to talk to you about Tuvix.
He came to see me this afternoon.
Oh? He said he said that he loves me.
I suppose I can see how that's possible, given the circumstances.
I wasn't sure what to say.
At first I was angry, but I know how he's trying to comfort me and I know that he feels alone, too.
To tell the truth, he's a wonderful person.
Do you have feelings for him, too, Kes? No, I don't.
I mean, how could I? I still love Neelix and I'm not ready to give up on him, no matter what the Doctor says.
I 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 I struggle with it every day.
Sometimes, I'm full of hope and optimism.
Other times I dream about being with Mark and it's so real.
Then, when I wake up and realize it's just a dream, I'm terribly discouraged.
In those moments, it's impossible to deny just how far away he really is.
And, uh I know that, someday, I may have to accept that he's not part of my life anymore.
So, are you saying that I should just accept that Neelix isn't a part of my life anymore? I would never tell you or anyone else to give up hope, Kes.
I think the best thing you can do now is give yourself time.
Thank you, Captain.
I'll go now and let you sleep.
My door is always open to you, Kes.
Captain's Log, Stardate 49678.
4.
It'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, I've found him to be an able advisor, who skillfully uses humor to make his points.
And although I 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 I help you, Doc? Suppose I 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, I 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? It's pure speculation at this point.
I'll let you know when I've learned more.
This is about Tuvix, isn't it? I'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, I'm sorry I've been so distant lately.
Kes, you don't owe me an explanation.
I've been doing a lot of thinking.
And I'm hoping that we can be friends.
I would like that very much.
And I'd like our friendship to grow.
You would? Yes.
But it's going to take time.
I'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.
Instead 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? It will require a more detailed reprogramming of the transporter, but, yes, I believe we can restore Mr.
Tuvok and Mr.
Neelix.
That's wonderful.
Isn't that wonderful? I assure you, Mr.
Tuvix, there's nothing to worry about.
We've accounted for every variable.
Except one.
I don't want to die.
It's funny if we'd had the ability to separate Tuvok and Neelix the moment Tuvix came aboard I 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 I 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.
I feel as though I've been dragged in front of the Numirian Inquisition.
Will you excuse us, Commander? We've just been discussing the unfortunate predicament that we're all facing, and I thought it was important to get your perspective before making a decision.
Are you suggesting that this is your decision to make? I am the Captain of this ship.
Begging your pardon, Captain, it's my life.
Isn'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, I must be their voice, and I believe they would want to live.
But they are living, in a way.
Inside me.
It's not the same.
And I think you'd agree with me.
They have families.
Friends.
People who love them and miss them and want them back, just as I 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 I've committed no crime at all.
Aren't you arguing for an execution, too of Tuvok and Neelix? I'm here alive.
Unfortunate as it may be, they're gone.
And I have an opportunity to bring them back.
Don't you think that I care about Tuvok and Neelix? Of course I do! Without them, I wouldn't exist.
In a way, I think of them as my parents.
I feel like I know them intimately.
Then you know Tuvok was a man who would gladly give his life to save another.
And I believe the same was true of Neelix.
You're right, Captain.
That is the Starfleet way.
And I know there'll be some people who will call me a coward because I didn't sacrifice myself willingly.
Believe me, I've thought of that.
But I have the will to live of two men.
Look at me, Captain.
When I'm happy, I laugh.
When I'm sad, I cry.
When I stub my toe, I yell out in pain.
I'm flesh and blood.
And I have the right to live! Kes I need your help.
I've just come from the Captain, and she's thinking about forcing me to go through with the separation.
If anybody can make a difference, Kes, it's you.
She'll listen to you.
We've helped each other through this, and I 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 I can't.
He shouldn't have put you in the middle of this.
But I am in the middle.
I have been since the moment of the accident.
I don't know how to say good-bye to Neelix and Tuvok.
I know this sounds horrible and I feel so guilty for saying it and Tuvix doesn't deserve to die but I want Neelix back.
You're excused, Ensign.
Mr.
Paris, what is our present speed? Warp 6.
5.
I'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? I'd like to speak to you alone.
Can I assume that you've come to a decision, Captain? I have.
I think we all should hear what you have to say! Please come with me, Mr.
Tuvix.
No.
I'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 I'm sorry for that.
For you are all good good people.
My colleagues.
My friends.
I forgive you.
Commander Chakotay, advise the Doctor we're on our way to Sick Bay.
Deck 5.
I'm sorry, Captain, but I cannot perform the surgical separation.
I am a physician, and a physician must do no harm.
I will not take Mr.
Tuvix' life against his will.
Very well, Doctor.
Please step aside.
I assume this is the radioisotope.
Please sit down on this bio-bed.
Locking surgical targeting scanners onto the isotope probe.
Initiating separation sequence.
Energizing.
Neelix! Hello, sweeting! Greetings, Captain.
Mr.
Tuvok Mr.
Neelix it's good to have you back.