And you've got these long, long antennae. And your wings feel far too small to let you fly.
And you have an intense craving for food. Any food. Fresh food, rotting food, plastic, doesn't matter. You'll eat anything.
Oh no, you must be a roach.
You are in the south end of a spaceous room, its high vaulted ceiling lit by harsh lights. To the far north of the chamber is a strange translucent door. To the east of the room is a strange, tubelike structure, sort of an overgrown piece of macaroni. To the west of the room is a neon sign; at the middle of the room, there seems to be some sort of big thing in the floor.
As far as you can tell, all that distinguishes this part of the room is the panel on the wall and its three colored buttons, in blue, red, and yellow. Unfortunately, you have the bad feeling you can't possibly reach them, much less press any of them.