Stranded In Space [days 1-15] -

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."

How should the evolve in the next two weeks—should we focus on a technical breakthrough or a deteriorating mental state ? 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. Velocity is constant, but direction is meaningless