>Be space engineer.
>You've been hired as the lead on what is now known as the Fluffy Space Project.
>So far it's been a bust.
>You've had flufftronauts die by explosion on the launchpad, drowning on their own spit, explosion in the atmosphere, existential crisis when told they're going into space, explosion before the launchpad, drowning on their own tears, their backside exploding from the blood rush from gravity, their heads exploding the same way when you put them in backwards, and overdosage on sleeping pills that they thought was candy.
>These fluffies seem to be inherently destined to never get into space, but Mr. Moneybags keeps funneling your team money.
>Today's the launch of Fluff Nine.
>The team can't stop making Deep Space Nine jokes.
>The flufftronauts are strapped into special pods that synchronize with their localized blood pressure in real-time, rotating them in all three dimensions to prevent fluffplosions.
>The pods also have various tubes going in their different orifices to monitor fluid intake, but mainly to prevent leakage into the airpipe.
>The team doesn't even bother with the countdown anymore.
>Lift-off!
>Fluff Nine keeps climbing up into the atmosphere.
>No dead flufftronauts yet.
>Holy shit, this could work!
>Fluff Nine's in orbit!
>And all the flufftronauts are still alive!
>Phase I is a success!
>Time to test Phase II- how the flufftronauts do in zero gravity.
>Initiate the wake-up procedure for Flufftronaut 32, code-name "Pickle".
>All green earth pony.
>Tubes removed, unlocked from pod, pushed out with an ingenious contraption that both pushes and injects an antesthetic reversal agent.
>His sleeping body floats along.
"Wakey-wakey, Pickle!"
>His little eyes open up slowly.
"Daddy?"
>He looks at the webcam on-board.
"Welcome to space, little buddy!"
"Wha? Wha spess?"
>Pickle forgot the mission briefing.
"Space is that big area up in the sky.  You're there now!"
"Yay Pikaw in spess! Pikaw wuv spess!"
>He hasn't seemed to notice that there's no gravity yet.
>Maybe he's already used to it?
>Start running the diagnostic tests on Pickle.
"Hey, Pickle, do Daddy a favor and turn around."
"Tuw awoun?"
>He turns his stubby little neck around and starts moving his legs as if he was walking.
>He doesn't get anywhere.
"Wha? Why Pikaw nu tuw awoun? Why weggies nu wok?"
"No, Pickle, let Daddy explain."
"Wok, weggies, wok!  Why weggies nu wok? Whyyyy?"
>Pickle starts crying and curling up into a ball.
>He starts peeing and pooping as well.
>The waste just goes out in a straight line from him before splattering on the liquid-proof walls.
>Those have been there since Fluff One, thankfully.
>His curled up form starts being propelled by the streams.
>Not good.
"Pickle, please calm down. Let me explain."
>He just keeps crying and sobbing about his legs not working.
>He picks up speed while heading towards the opposite wall of his splatter-zone.
"Pickle, please calm down!"
>He flies straight into the wall with a thud.
"Owwie, why waww huwt Pikaw? Why weggies no wok? Waa, waaa, waaaaa!"
>His streams have ended, and now he's just a drifting, crying ball of fluff.
>Have to do this with 3 other fluffies.
>Going to ask Mr. Moneybags for more money.
>No, not ask.
>Demand.
>The pinko commies were easier to deal with than these things.