"You stand in the middle of a dusty brown desert, mountains in the distance and a blueish sky filled with off-white clouds. A big metal box stands before you, your vehicle rests behind you. This place is said to be a popular tourist attraction, and you had to drive a few hours to get here, but there is no one else around. Are you really completely by yourself, though? You stare up at the machine; flashing buttons of different colors and ever turning gears coated in a layer of dirt cover its surface. Beside the structure is a sign, reading:"
YOU ARE VISITOR:
"It must not have been fixed in a while. Directly in front of you is a door. Maybe door isn't the right word. It is an entrance concealed by thin sheets of plastic and metal that look like they can be easily pried away to reveal what's inside, although, if you glance the right way you can see a bit without entering. From your perspective there are many moving mechanisms that don't seem to have a purpose, and wires writhing against themselves for no real reason. It piques your curiosity. You have an urge to look deeper."
