Stranded In Space [days 1-15] Online

How should the evolve in the next two weeks—should we focus on a technical breakthrough or a deteriorating mental state ?

Velocity is constant, but direction is meaningless. Without the nav-computer, I’m just a passenger in a tin can. I tried to repair the long-range comms, but the soldering iron sparked and died. Every mechanical failure feels like a personal insult. I’ve started talking to the ship’s AI, even though its personality matrix was wiped in the surge. I call it "Echo." Stranded in Space [Days 1-15]

I’m starting to hear things. Not voices, but rhythmic thumping against the outer hull. Probably thermal expansion as the ship cools, but my mind wants it to be a rescue team knocking. I caught myself dressing in my dress blues today, as if someone might walk through the airlock at any moment. The discipline is the only thing keeping the walls from closing in. How should the evolve in the next two

The power grid flickered twice this morning. If the heaters go, the cold will be the end of me long before the oxygen runs out. I found a single dried peach in the bottom of a storage crate—the first thing I’ve tasted in weeks that wasn't processed. I ate it slowly, watching the distant sun, a tiny, uncaring speck. I’m still here. For now, that has to be enough. I tried to repair the long-range comms, but