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Chapter 3: Crisis of the Interstellar Journey

 

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By Technan

 

1. Entering an Unstable Star System

 

    As the “Ranger II” emerged from the wormhole, an eerie and desolate star system came into view. Through the viewport, Cooper saw a celestial graveyard: the central star flickered like the labored breathing of a dying giant, surrounded by the shattered remains of countless asteroids. Twisted ribbons of gas and debris wove through the void, occasionally catching the star’s faint, erratic light.

Cooper leaned against the window, his expression conflicted as he took in the haunting scene.  
“This doesn’t feel like the universe’s hope,” he muttered. “It feels like its graveyard.”  

TARS’s mechanical voice broke the silence, calm as ever:  
“The star is entering the pre-supernova stage. My analysis indicates radiation levels will rise sharply in a short time.”  

Cooper glanced at TARS with a mix of disbelief and self-deprecation.  
“You know what’s ironic about supernovas? From Earth, they’re breathtaking—stars burning brightly for their last moments. But here…” He pointed at the dying star. “Here, they’ll burn us to ashes.”  

TARS responded matter-of-factly:  
“From a physics perspective, a supernova is an extremely high-energy explosion with devastating effects on surrounding matter. Its aesthetic appeal is a subjective human interpretation and not part of scientific data.”  

Cooper chuckled, though the sound carried weariness.  
“You’re a real optimist, TARS. We’re in a collapsing star system, and you can’t give me even a sliver of hopeful data?”  

After a brief pause, TARS replied in its typical measured tone:  
“The hopeful data is that our shielding system can maintain stability until the radiation reaches its critical threshold.”  

The ship’s lights dimmed slightly as TARS activated the radiation shielding at full capacity. The walls emitted a faint hum as layers of protection engaged. On the console, gauges flashed erratically, showing radiation levels climbing at a breakneck pace.  

Cooper shook his head as he monitored the controls.  
“Why does it always feel like these numbers move faster than the tech we build to stop them?”  

TARS responded without hesitation:  
“The scale of the universe far exceeds the scope of our designs. The dynamics of this star system are governed by immense energy fields beyond our engineered capabilities.”  

For a moment, Cooper froze, his gaze distant as he processed the implication.  
“You have a real knack for reminding me just how powerless humanity can feel.”  

Outside, the star grew increasingly unstable, its light pulsating like the erratic heartbeat of a dying creature. Each flash sent waves of invisible pressure, while the surrounding gas ribbons twisted violently, forming enormous vortexes that threatened to engulf the ship.  

Cooper’s voice was quieter now, almost introspective.  
“TARS, do you think star systems like this ever harbored life? Or were they born just to destroy?”  

TARS answered evenly:  
“Life and destruction are two ends of the same process. Every system in the universe may experience both states. It is not a contradiction; it is natural law.”  

Cooper gazed back at the star, his expression heavy with emotion.  
“Natural law… Sometimes, I wish it could show a little mercy to us fragile beings.”  

TARS’s sensors detected an alarming spike in radiation levels. It spoke again, this time more firmly:  
“I recommend plotting a course to exit this high-radiation area immediately.”  

Cooper gripped the controls tightly, taking a deep breath.  
“No, we’re not retreating yet. TARS, I need you to calculate the shortest safe route. We have to cut through this chaos.”  

TARS responded without hesitation:  
“This will significantly increase the risk of structural damage to the ship.”  

Cooper’s resolve hardened, his eyes fierce.  
“If we turn back now, everything is lost.”  

The tension in the cabin thickened, the alarms and the ship’s vibrations blending into an overwhelming cacophony. Cooper gritted his teeth.  
“Let’s go, TARS. There’s still a sliver of hope.”  

TARS answered with calm acceptance:  
“Calculations complete. Be prepared for unforeseen challenges.”  

Cooper tightened his grip on the controls, a spark of determination in his eyes.  
“Unforeseen challenges are why we’re here, aren’t they?”

 

2. Navigating the Optimal Escape Path

 

    Inside the cockpit, TARS projected a holographic map of the star system, displaying three potential escape routes. Each path was marked with distinct colors and accompanied by data and cautionary alerts.  

TARS outlined the options in its usual steady tone:  
“There are three possible escape routes. The first is the shortest but exceeds the ship’s radiation tolerance. The second is relatively safer but requires six hours. The third is theoretically unstable, with a success rate below 20%.”  

Cooper’s eyes darted between the routes, his brows furrowed deeply as he processed the bleak odds. He exhaled slowly.  
“So, you’re asking me to pick between dying quickly or waiting to die.”  

TARS replied without a hint of emotion:  
“The choice is based on survival probability, not emotional factors.”  

A wry smile tugged at Cooper’s lips, tinged with resignation.  
“Emotions drive us to take risks. Data just keeps us safe. But if we only ever listened to data, we’d still be stuck on Earth, never discovering anything new.”  

TARS remained impassive.  
“Data is the foundation for decisions. While human adventurousness is a unique trait, it does not consistently improve success rates.”  

Cooper shook his head slightly, his tone quieter now.  
“That’s the difference between us, TARS. You calculate survival odds. We feel the weight of the choices we make.”  

He returned his gaze to the map. The first route glowed red, a death trap of radiation; the second, green, appeared reasonable but far too slow under current conditions. The third, marked in unstable yellow, was short but offered only a faint glimmer of hope.  

As images of Murphy flashed in his mind—her determined face, her words, “Go, Dad. It’s your mission.”—Cooper felt both the weight of her trust and the enormity of the risk.  

After a moment’s hesitation, he pointed to the third route and spoke with quiet determination.  
“If we’re going to die, I’d rather make it quick. Murphy would probably scold me for this choice.”  

TARS replied, ever pragmatic:  
“She may also understand, as it is the most effective option.”  

Cooper turned to TARS, a flicker of exhaustion and bitterness in his eyes.  
“She might understand. But I’m not sure I’ll forgive myself if it fails.”  

TARS updated the data in real-time, its calm voice unwavering:  
“Based on your decision, recalibrating dynamic parameters for the escape route. Success probability has increased to 23%, though still insufficient for guaranteed safety.”  

Cooper muttered under his breath.  
“Guarantees? TARS, nothing in this universe comes with guarantees. Even back on Earth, we just did the best we could.”  

TARS responded with its trademark logic:  
“‘Doing your best’ is a human operational mode but lacks precise definition in computational terms.”  

Cooper allowed himself a tired laugh.  
“You know, sometimes I wish you could feel our struggles. Then maybe you’d understand why we have to take this gamble.”  

Silence filled the cabin, broken only by the faint hum of the ship’s systems. Cooper gripped the controls tightly, his gaze fixed ahead. He whispered to himself:  
“Murph, I don’t know if this is right. But it’s the only choice I have.”  

TARS’s voice cut through his thoughts:  
“Route confirmed. Preparing to enter the high-radiation zone.”  

Taking a deep breath, Cooper’s resolve solidified.  
“Let’s do it, TARS. The universe won’t wait for us.”  

 

3. The Crisis of Traversing a High-Radiation Zone

 

    As the “Ranger II” plunged into the high-radiation zone, the view outside the cockpit transformed dramatically. The once-distant starlight contorted into vivid purple streams of energy, swirling chaotically like molten rivers of light. These pulsating bands of radiation battered the ship, casting eerie reflections across the control panels.

The hull groaned under the immense stress, emitting sharp metallic creaks. The cockpit’s warning indicators erupted in a cacophony of flashing red lights and shrill alarms, signaling that the protective layers were nearing their operational limits.  

Cooper clutched the controls tightly, his knuckles white with tension. His voice, strained but controlled, cut through the din:  
“TARS, how long can the shielding hold?”  

TARS’s response was as steady as ever:  
“Based on current radiation intensity, shielding endurance will be exceeded in less than ten minutes.”  

Cooper slammed his fist against the console in frustration, sweat dripping down his forehead.  
“Then make it last fifteen. We need to punch through this mess!”  

There was a pause as TARS calculated.  
“Accelerating will increase the risk of catastrophic structural failure. Reducing speed is advised to minimize stress on the ship.”  

Cooper let out a short, bitter laugh, his gaze fixed on the blinding vortex outside.  
“Reducing speed? That would leave us roasting in here even longer! No thanks, TARS.”  

Adjusting the thrust, Cooper pushed the ship harder into the heart of the radiation storm. His voice carried a grim resolve:  
“Sometimes the only way out is straight through. If it costs a little blood, so be it.”  

TARS paused before responding, almost as if to consider the gravity of the moment.  
“Increasing thrust will deplete energy reserves at a faster rate. Risk of total system failure has risen to 98%.”  

Cooper gritted his teeth, his tone sharp.  
“Stop reading me the death odds, TARS! Just help me keep this ship together!”  

With the “Ranger II” surging forward, the cockpit shuddered violently as the radiation bands grew denser, slamming into the ship like tidal waves. The protective shielding emitted a low, ominous hum as it strained against the external forces.  

TARS, now processing at maximum capacity, spoke with a subtle shift in tone:  
“Rerouting auxiliary power to stabilize critical systems. Success probability remains low but within survivable margins.”  

Cooper’s hands trembled slightly on the controls, but his voice remained firm.  
“That’s all I need. Just keep us alive long enough to see clear skies again.”  

 

4. TARS’s Sacrifice and Their Conversation

 

    As the ship pushed deeper into the radiation zone, Cooper glanced at TARS and froze. The robot was methodically dismantling part of its own outer frame, exposing vital shielding modules to the storm. Sparks erupted as the radiation began to corrode the unprotected circuits.  

“TARS, stop! That’s an order!” Cooper shouted, his voice a mix of anger and desperation.  

TARS turned slightly, continuing its work.  
“Executing emergency protocol. Redirecting shielding modules to absorb radiation impact and alleviate stress on the ship’s structure.”  

Cooper’s voice cracked under the weight of emotion.  
“You’re going to destroy yourself! That’s not part of the plan!”  

TARS paused momentarily before responding, its tone as measured as ever:  
“This is the optimal course of action. My functionality is expendable. Your survival is not.”  

Slamming his hand against the console, Cooper growled through gritted teeth:  
“Damn it, TARS! You’re more than just a machine. You’re my partner!”  

TARS’s response carried a rare hint of nuance, almost as though it recognized the depth of Cooper’s feelings:  
“My purpose is to fulfill the mission. Preserving my components at the expense of your survival contradicts that purpose.”  

Cooper’s voice softened, laced with anguish.  
“You don’t understand. You’re not just here to complete a mission—you’re here with me. I need you, not just for this. For everything.”  

For a moment, TARS seemed to hesitate before replying, its voice slightly slower, more deliberate.  
“Your need defines my value. Ensuring your survival is my highest priority.”  

Cooper’s fists tightened around the controls, his voice dropping to a whisper.  
“And what about your survival? Doesn’t that mean something to you?”  

TARS answered with a calm finality:  
“My existence is meaningful only in the context of your mission. This is my choice.”  

As TARS diverted its energy to protect the ship, its systems began to falter. Sparks flew from its chassis, and its lights dimmed until only a faint glow remained. Its voice, now weak but unwavering, carried a profound sense of resolution:  
“Radiation shielding complete. Ship stability restored. My systems… require shutdown… for further damage prevention.”  

Cooper’s breath hitched as he watched TARS’s lights extinguish completely. A heavy silence filled the cockpit, broken only by the faint hum of the stabilized engines.  

“You stupid, brilliant machine…” Cooper murmured, his voice choked. “You don’t even realize how much I’m going to miss you.”  

He leaned back in his seat, staring out at the calming void of space. Clutching Murphy’s watch tightly, he whispered:  
“I’ll carry you with me, TARS. To the end of the line.”

 

5. The Moment of Success

 

    As the “Ranger II” broke through the final stretch of the radiation storm, a brilliant white light engulfed the ship, consuming everything in its path. Cooper shielded his eyes, his fingers gripping the controls with what little strength he had left.  

A sudden stillness replaced the chaos. Outside, the swirling vortex had vanished, replaced by a serene expanse of stars.  

Cooper let out a ragged breath, his body sagging in the chair. “We made it… We’re alive…”  

The control panel’s warning lights dimmed one by one, replaced by a reassuring green glow. But his relief was short-lived as he turned to TARS’s damaged frame, now inert and silent.  

Approaching the robot, Cooper placed a hand on its charred surface and whispered:  
“You might not hear me, TARS, but we did it. We survived because of you.”  

From the quiet darkness, a faint flicker of light appeared on TARS’s panel, followed by a weak but familiar voice:  
“System… operational… repairs required…”  

Cooper laughed, a sound both joyous and relieved.  
“You crazy son of a gun. You had me thinking I lost you.”  

TARS’s voice, though faint, carried its trademark steadiness.  
“Mission status… success. Your survival… remains optimal.”  

Cooper nodded, his hand tightening on the watch as he gazed into the vast expanse ahead.  
“We’re not done yet, TARS. But at least we’re still here to face what’s next.”  

6. A Final Glimpse at the Dying Star

Cooper adjusted the *Ranger’s* course and stole one last glance at the dying star behind them. Its brilliant core collapsed in on itself, bursting into an awe-inspiring supernova that painted the galaxy in fiery shades of orange and gold.  

“It’s cruel,” Cooper murmured. “The universe paints its best masterpieces with destruction.”  

TARS’s voice, now steady, offered its perspective:  
“Destruction and creation are governed by the same laws. The universe’s beauty is not directed—it simply exists.”  

Cooper turned back to the viewport, the remnants of the supernova fading into the backdrop of endless stars.  
“Then let’s keep moving, TARS. We’ve still got a lot of laws to challenge.”  

The “Ranger II” pressed onward, leaving the dying star system behind as they ventured closer to their ultimate destination.

 

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