
Pip helped him understand the alien landscape. Venus was a planet of extremes, its surface hot enough to melt lead. But Pip discovered a network of deep tunnels where the temperatures were slightly more manageable. They mapped out the safest routes, always racing against time and the planet's violent weather cycles.
Food was his biggest challenge. His emergency rations would only last so long. Using Pip's analytical software, Jaxon managed to synthesize basic nutrients from the planet's mineral-rich soil combined with his ship's remaining bio-pods. It tasted like metallic paste, but it kept him alive.
Each small victory gave him confidence. He learned how to read the storm patterns, where to find rare cooling vents, and how to craft tools from ship debris. Jaxon was not the same boy who had crash-landed. He was becoming resourceful, determined, and sharp.
But survival was not just about science and engineering. It was about resilience. There were nights when the loneliness crushed him, when he stared at the distant sun through the thick clouds and wondered if anyone even knew he was alive.
Pip kept him company, sometimes playing old music files or telling him stories from Earth. In the quiet moments, Jaxon spoke to the AI as if it were his best friend.
"Do you think I'll make it, Pip?"
"Probability of survival: Increasing. Probability of rescue: Uncertain."
"Yeah. Feels about right."
~~To be continued~~
Source: Some or all of the content was generated using an AI language model
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