Kgo Multi Info

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.

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 didn't have a "hope" setting. But that day, it didn't need one. Kgo Multi

"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. He reprogrammed the tool’s coffee maker to distill

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.

"Okay, little buddy," he whispered, his breath fogging the inside of his visor. "Show me what ‘multi’ really means." Kaelen didn't cheer

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