Here begins a transcript of interaction with TRINITY An Interactive Fantasy Copyright (C)1986 Infocom, Inc. All rights reserved. Trinity is a trademark of Infocom, Inc. Interpreter 1 Version C Release 12 / Serial Number 860926 >ask woman about trinity Broad Walk A brooding statue of Queen Victoria faces east, where the waters of the Round Pond sparkle in the afternoon sun. Your eyes follow the crowded Broad Walk north and south until its borders are lost amid the bustle of perambulators. Small paths curve northeast and southeast, between the trees. An aged woman is selling crumbs nearby. There's a perambulator here. >ask woman about trinity The bird woman just smiles. >ask woman about time The bird woman sighs. "Time." >ask woman about roadrunner The bird woman gives you a sharp look, but doesn't reply. >ask woman about watch The bird woman sniffs. "Looks cheap." >ask woman about soccer [the soccer ball] "Football! Sorry, hon, I'm too old to play," replies the bird woman. >ask woman about pond "It's just east o' here," replies the bird woman. >ask woman about gnomon "A lovely bit o' metal! And so useful. Hold onto it, ducky," replies the bird woman. >ask woman about birds "'Ave ye ever seen such beauties? So loyal. And so, so hungry," replies the bird woman. >ask woman about credit card "I ain't Harrod's, dearie. Thirty p," replies the bird woman. >ask woman about small coin "That's yer change, ducky. Twenty p out of fifty." >ask woman about boy "Lots o' boys around here, dearie," replies the bird woman. >ask woman about crane "Looks a bit ragged to me," replies the bird woman. >ask woman about paper The bird woman scowls. "Pay attention, ducky! I told ye once already." >ask woman about umbrella "Don't know what you're talkin' 'bout, ducky," scowls the bird woman. >ask woman about corpse "Shh!" The old woman shudders. "Ye musn't speak o' such things." >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:48:30 pm. "Thirty p! Thirty p a bag!" >z Time passes. "Feed the hungry birds!" >z Time passes. "Thirty p for the starving birds!" cries the bird woman. >z Time passes. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:50:45 pm. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:51:00 pm. "Thirty p!" hollers the bird woman. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:51:15 pm. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:51:30 pm. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:51:45 pm. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:52:00 pm. "Feed the birds!" >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:52:15 pm. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:52:30 pm. "Thirty p! Thirty p a bag!" >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:52:45 pm. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:53:00 pm. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:53:15 pm. "Feed the hungry birds!" calls the bird woman. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:53:30 pm. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:53:45 pm. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:54:00 pm. "Thirty p for the starving birds!" >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:54:15 pm. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:54:30 pm. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:54:45 pm. "Thirty p!" yells the bird woman. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:55:00 pm. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:55:15 pm. "Feed the birds!" >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:55:30 pm. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:55:45 pm. "Thirty p! Thirty p a bag!" >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:56:00 pm. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:56:15 pm. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:56:30 pm. "Feed the hungry birds!" cries the bird woman. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:56:45 pm. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:57:00 pm. "Thirty p for the starving birds!" >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:57:15 pm. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:57:30 pm. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:57:45 pm. A steady drone begins to rise above the east wind. As it grows louder and more insistent, you recognize a sound you've heard only in old war movies. Air-raid sirens. "Sirens! The sirens!" hollers the bird woman. [They are of sick and diseased imaginations who would toll the world's knell so soon. -- Henry David Thoreau] >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:58:00 pm. Another siren joins the first. Tourists search the sky, eyes wide with apprehension. >x watch/undo [The word "watch/undo" isn't in the vocabulary that you can use.] >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:57:30 pm. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:57:45 pm. A steady drone begins to rise above the east wind. As it grows louder and more insistent, you recognize a sound you've heard only in old war movies. Air-raid sirens. [They are of sick and diseased imaginations who would toll the world's knell so soon. -- Henry David Thoreau] >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:58:00 pm. Another siren joins the first. Tourists search the sky, eyes wide with apprehension. "Sirens! The sirens!" >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:58:15 pm. Sirens are howling all around you. Children, sensing fear in the air, begin to whimper for their nannies. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:58:30 pm. Confused shouts can be heard in the distance. Worried nannies turn their perambulators toward the gates. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:58:45 pm. Police and fire alarms join in the rising din as the crowd rushes to escape the open sky of the Gardens. "Lord, have mercy!" >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:59:00 pm. Distant megaphones can be heard barking orders. Frightened tourists and screaming perambulators flee in every direction. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:59:15 pm. A round of gunfire drowns out the wailing sirens. Tourists cover their heads and trample one another in blind panic. "What to do, what to do!" >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:59:30 pm. The ground trembles with the roar of jet interceptors. Terror-stricken tourists dive for cover. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:59:45 pm. The east wind falls silent, and a new star flashes to life over the doomed city. The River You're on a lifeless strip of sand beside a great river. The water is unnaturally dark and still; ribbons of mist coil across its surface like ghostly fingers, obscuring what lies beyond. As you peer across the river you notice a lone vessel gliding out of the fog. You can make out a dark oarsman at the stern. The oarsman guides his dory to a soundless landing. Something in the way he crooks his skeletal finger compels you to board. You surrender a silver coin you didn't know you had, take a seat and wait patiently for your first glimpse of the opposite shore. [Your score is 10 points out of 100, in 119 moves. This gives you the rank of Tourist.] Do you want to restart the story, restore a saved position, or quit? [Type RESTART, RESTORE or QUIT.] >quit