The Airlock

You decide to give the spacesuit a bit of a trial run first. It’s probably safer that way. The suit’s puffiness makes it a little bit more challenging to move around. It’s like wearing a winter coat, complete with a tight pair of boots and gloves you can barely move your fingers in. But nevertheless, you begin to get used to it. First, you perform some simple movements. You touch your toes, do the Macarena, and even pat your head whilst rubbing your stomach. You occasionally bump an elbow on the wall, but nothing catastrophic so far. You decide to try out some fine motor skills as well. Eyeing a far floating in front of you, you place one hand on its side and the other on the lid. Carefully, you choreograph your fingers into twisting the lid from its base. Then, with a “pop!” It comes off, releasing a supply of cookies into the air. Sweet! Failing to resist your temptations, you pluck a few out from in front of you. They’re not half bad, although perhaps a bit blander than you like. Instinctively, you wipe the crumbs from your hands. Unfortunately, you fail to notice it swipe over the control panel of the suit, inconveniently pressing several buttons at once. You pause in your cookie endeavors as a beeping comes from the suit’s speakers. Then, a pre-recorded message chimes in. “Preparing EVA Suit for storage!” That doesn’t sound good... With a sudden hiss, you notice the suit beginning to deflate. At first, it just sags into what feels like a onesie rather than a snowsuit. Then, it begins to tighten more and more... with you stuck inside! Realizing your predicament, you begin reaching for the zipper, only to realize that your arms can’t reach that far! You whimper as the suit tightens more and more. All your strength has been sapped from your body, eventually leaving you as a helpless sticker of your former self. How could this get any worse? On cue, another siren sounds in the suit. Then, that robot helper from before enters the room. Maybe you can get his attention? Fat chance! He grabs your head and feet and begins to fold them towards each other. He creases you, then repeats the action width-wise. After about seven folds, you’re now pocket sized, not to mention completely disoriented. Thankfully for you, the kind helper has you placed back onto the suit shelf where you belong, ready to be worn by a real astronaut for a proper spacewalk. Maybe they’ll know better than to play around with expensive technology, hmm?

Suit Storage!

You have found 24 Endings out of 24!