T'Pol points out that the divine breath nearly destroyed their ship. Digimon admits they got careless in their ecstasy over being in the presence of a sphere. Quantum tries to change the topic to less rapturous topics, and mentions that they've seen three spheres. Digimon envies him his fast ship, because he knows he will die having seen only one of thousands. "Actually, we have determined that there are fifty-nine spheres in The Expanse," T'Pol corrects him. Digimon is annoyed and says, rather patronizingly, that he thinks their estimates are "a bit low." "That's doubtful," T'Pol says. "With The Makers, there is no doubt," Digimon rejoins. "Doubt is the basis of all scientific progress," T'Pol zings back. "Scientific progress has lead many people astray," Digimon digs in. It's like listening to my parents argue their PC versus Mac debate. Of course, my recent experiences with my iBook gave quite the fillip to my dad's case. Quantum suggests this is a subject best taken up at another time. Maybe Digimon can tell them about the holy blisful martyr for to seeke that hem hath holpen what that they were seke. Or about the smale fowles that maken melodye. T'Pol steadily stares Digimon down. Digimon turns to Quantum and smiles beatifically. "I agree, Captain," he simpers as though he's just so above it all. You know, Digimon, I would not mind it if you died tonight. Not one whit. Quantum tells Digimon that Trip will have their vessel repaired in two more days. Digimon says he hopes they will be able to repay their kindness.
Sickbay. One of the female Christalien Scientists enters and says she wants to talk to Phlox about a certain "procedure." Breast enlargement? No, her dinners are big enough already. Botox for that nose bridge? No, Botox works in the reverse and she'd just end up inflating those Bajoran-y cross-like markings. I know -- like Millie, she wants to "toss her cares and curls away" and have her hair smartly bobbed! She has hard time telling Phlox what she wants, so the darling Phlox tells her to sit down and he'll bring her some fashion magazines and tea.
In the general mess hall with the rest of the hoi-polloi, two Christalien Scientists huddle together with Pri'Nam Digimon. They confirm that everyone is "in place" and just waiting for Digimon's signal. Digimon fixes one of his flock with a gimlet eye and says, "You sound hesitant." "I'm sorry, Pri'Nam, but do you think this is the right thing to do?" the Doubting Thomas says. Digimon tells him that it was providential that the ship came to them, and that "this encounter was clearly ordained by The Makers." Doubting Thomas says the Enterprise crew risked their lives to help them. "They desecrated a sphere!" Digimon hisses, "What we are about to do is not just for our salvation but for theirs as well. I know it can be difficult -- we've been away from home for a long time but we have been given a means to end the bloodshed for once and for all. Don't lose your faith now, Yarrick." Alas, poor Yarrick. Did you know that I knew him? Quite well, matter of fact. Doubting Thomas says, "Never Pri'Nam."