Astronauts on a field mission on a hostile planet

“An astronaut is a space traveler. The term has Greek roots and means something like star traveler. The USA in particular call their space travelers astronauts. In Russia they say cosmonaut and in China often taikonaut. Both also mean space traveler.

The first men for space travel came from the army. They flew fighter planes and were therefore used to sitting in fast-moving machines.” (Klexikon)

"According to the HA article, the alerted police quickly gained access to the apartment after receiving a tip-off over the phone. However, the officers found the woman already lifeless. Even the emergency doctor 'could only determine that she had died'. The Bild article goes on to say:

'According to the article, the man suspected of the crime was also in the apartment at the time, but could not be arrested immediately. He had barricaded himself in the apartment and repeatedly threatened to take his own life.'

SWAT forces were finally able to overpower the Iraqi. According to a police spokesperson, nothing is yet known about the motives for his crime." (RT.de)

Those SWAT clowns who “finally overpowered the Iraqi” - they are also astronauts.
Police astronauts. Polinauts.

 

Cool space cops in sleek hazmat suits out in the field on a hostile, dirty, smelly planet filled to the brim with defiant & potentially unlawful civilians.

You can't be too careful. Always keep your finger on the trigger & secure on all sides.

After a tough assignment, the cool cops return exhausted to their own world.
There, everything is regulated down to the smallest detail by regulations, standards and laws, and everyone abides by them down to the last fucking byte of the i-dot on their motherfucking screens.
That's all they do in this world all day long: obey the law.

Nobody has to work there, because everything the Polinauts need to live
- Food, shelter, energy, cars, computers, furniture, appliances, protective suits, equipment...
All this miraculously appears when it is needed. And when it's gone or broken, whatever, it's available anew.

 

Of course, the Polinauts know that not everything is perfect as it is.
But that's the way it is. There's nothing you can do about it. But someone has to do the job, damn it. What else could we do?

As difficult as it is to deal with the riff-raff out there.
The way it looks ... It's all totally chaotic. Violations everywhere you look. And worse.
And the smell of it.

Oh, well. What the hell - you have to look on the bright side: If "they" didn't exist, we'd have nothing else to do but abide by the law. We might even have to do real work.