180 >Enter (also, name yourself)

You enter the Pickle.

Your name is the SOULLESS STRAY.  You are an exile from a distant planet, you fondly remember hating.  You've spent many countless nights wandering the deserts of this abomination of a planet.  You remember a time not long ago, when planets were built to fit the needs of their inhabitants, not the needs of time.

One day, long ago, you saw this tube in the middle of the desert.  You told yourself you'd come back in a few days, but you forgot the way back, so, now's the time to enter.  Which you did.

You find yourself in a tube-shaped lab with a Large computer with 4 monitors, and a small device that reminds you of a Transportalizer.  In this lab, there's also tons of extra things inside it, like a stack of videogames, piles of sand, and cans upon cans of abandoned food.  You suppose this place used to be home to some weird hoarder, or worse, wasn't the home of some weird hoarder.

>Type something on the computer