The Cargo Hold

You look to the corner of the module and see what resembles a car cuber from a junkyard, only if it was built to be sleek, spotless, and space-age. A sign is attached to the front reading “trash compactor.” For some reason, you foolishly decide to jump inside. Um, alright? Maybe you misread that? Oh, no, it seems you know exactly what it is. Okay, fine. Perhaps you just want to examine it, like a good Station-keeper should. It must be in need of cleaning then! Or... you could just hit the activation button too... You know there’s a cutoff switch, right? It’s part of a notoriously safe space program, so it’s almost certainly there... ...you don’t care do you? Fine, we’ll play that way. As you sit in a balled-up position, knees tucked to your chest. you feel awesome pressure building on your sides, like a tight hug. Within seconds, the machine has made short work of you, turning you into a hieroglyphic mat of some kind. Of course, it’s only the beginning. Meanwhile in the control room, the robot seems to have picked up the sound of the compactor in action. He listens a little closer, managing to pick up the subtle squeaks and creaks you make as your geometry becomes physically persuaded. He could probably pull you out in time, assuming you’d even want that. But he couldn’t possibly go in there. What if it would crush him! That seemed far too foolish and reckless to do. What could possibly compel him to try something like that? I really wonder. Well, after minutes of crushing on all sides, you pop out as a freshly compacted trash cube, your features reduced to what appear as printings on your six cubic faces. You let out a muffled noise of some kind, although whether it’s a groan or sigh is beyond me. I hope you’re pleased with your decisions leading up to this point. I mean, what did you think was going to happen?

Cubed!

You have found 24 Endings out of 24!