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Water. Oxygen.

"What's that?" the medic asked.

He named it "Salvation." He told it his fears, his hopes, the name of the girl back on Ceres who’d laughed when he said he’d get rich in the Belt. The tool never answered, but its little green light blinked steadily, a silent promise that as long as it had power, he had a chance. Kgo Multi

He’d found the wreck of the Ishimura three cycles ago. Everyone else was gone—evacuated or dead. He’d been the maintenance grunt, the one who drew the short straw to stay behind and "secure the core." When the emergency thrusters fired unexpectedly, he was thrown clear. The Ishimura became a firework against the rings of the gas giant. Kaelen became a speck. He named it "Salvation

Kaelen smiled, revealing cracked lips. "Hope." Everyone else was gone—evacuated or dead

It was a geothermal vent. Three hundred meters below the surface, a pocket of superheated gas was venting steam—and with it, trace elements of frozen water vapor.

His suit’s oxygen recycler had 14 hours left. His emergency beacon was crushed. All he had was the Kgo Multi, still clipped to his belt, its matte-gray surface scuffed but intact.