Kgo | Multi

Kaelen didn't cheer. He didn't have the air to spare. He just started digging, using the plasma torch in short, economical bursts. The Kgo Multi hummed, its battery dipping lower, but it never failed. He dug for twelve hours. When the rock finally cracked open and a plume of warm, breathable steam enveloped him, he collapsed onto his knees.

The Kgo Multi wasn't a weapon. Not technically. It was a "multi-tool for extreme environments," which meant it could drill through Martian basalt, cauterize a wound, and brew a single cup of surprisingly good coffee. To Kaelen, stranded on a dead moon with a leaking suit and a dead radio, it was salvation. Kgo Multi

Kaelen smiled, revealing cracked lips. "Hope." Kaelen didn't cheer

He extended the tool’s probe. Standard scans: temperature, radiation, atmosphere. None of that helped. He retracted it and tried the plasma torch setting. A thin, angry blue line flickered. He could cut through the moon’s iron-rich rock, but into what? More rock. The Kgo Multi hummed, its battery dipping lower,

"Okay, little buddy," he whispered, his breath fogging the inside of his visor. "Show me what ‘multi’ really means."

"Take care of it," he rasped. "It's got one more function left."

He reprogrammed the tool’s coffee maker to distill the vapor into drinking water. He used the cauterizer to seal a tear in his suit’s knee. And for the next forty-seven days, until a salvage vessel picked up his jury-rigged signal, Kaelen talked to the Kgo Multi.