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 >x ring The brass ring fits perfectly around the dial's perimeter. >x shadow The long shadow stretches east across the ground below. >x ground You see nothing interesting on the ground. >d Fighting back fear, you descend the stairway. Halfway Down The breeze feels noticeably warmer here, about halfway to the ground. The landscape below is gray in the shadow of the triangle. >d The air grows warmer as you continue your descent. Bottom of Stairs The triangular structure before you must be thousands of feet high. It divides the sky like a razor, casting a stern, precise shadow over the surrounding landscape. A narrow stairway climbs north, up the hypotenuse of the triangle. Footpaths converge on the stair from every direction. >s Trellises A fortresslike wall of arborvitaes stretches east and west through the forest. The only breach is an identical pair of arched trellises. A mountain stream trickles between the trees. Paths wander from its banks in many directions. >se Arborvitaes Barely eighteen inches separate the thick walls of arborvitae that tower on either side. They form an uncomfortably narrow corridor that bends sharply to the west and northwest. >w Arboretum A spectacular pergola of arborvitaes arches over your head like a great green Ferris wheel. Its tangled surfaces are peculiarly twisted, making it difficult to tell where the inside ends and the outside begins. Steep, leafy tunnels curve up into the pergola to the north and south. Other paths lead east and west, into the surrounding hedge. An abstract sparkling sculpture stands between the tunnels. The words Felix Klein 1849-1925 are inscribed on the base. >n You ascend the north side of the pergola. North Arbor The "floor" of the pergola curves up and around in an inexplicable way that makes your eyes cross. It seems as if you'd be standing on your head if you went much higher. Little daylight makes its way through the thick walls of arborvitae. >u The floor twists alarmingly as you continue your ascent. Top of Arbor The tangled vines and tendrils seem to writhe malignantly in the flickering light of the splinter. The air is pungent with the odor of arborvitaes. Dark, leafy tunnels curve down to the north and south. Your sense of direction is very confused. >s South Arbor The "floor" of the pergola curves up and around in an inexplicable way that makes your eyes cross. It seems as if you'd be standing on your head if you went much higher. Little daylight makes its way through the thick walls of arborvitae. >d The floor twists alarmingly as you descend. Arboretum A spectacular pergola of arborvitaes arches over your head like a great green Ferris wheel. Its tangled surfaces are peculiarly twisted, making it difficult to tell where the inside ends and the outside begins. Steep, leafy tunnels curve up into the pergola to the north and south. Other paths lead east and west, into the surrounding hedge. An abstract sparkling sculpture stands between the tunnels. The words 5291-9481 nielK xileF are inscribed on the base. >w Arborvitaes Barely eighteen inches separate the thick walls of arborvitae that tower on either side. They form an uncomfortably narrow corridor that bends sharply to the east and northeast. >ne Trellises A fortresslike wall of arborvitaes stretches east and west through the forest. The only breach is an identical pair of arched trellises. A mountain stream trickles between the trees. Paths wander from its banks in many directions. >n Bottom of Stairs The triangular structure before you must be thousands of feet high. It divides the sky like a razor, casting a stern, precise shadow over the surrounding landscape. A narrow stairway climbs north, up the hypotenuse of the triangle. Footpaths converge on the stair from every direction. >n With a fearful gulp, you ascend the narrow stairway. Halfway Up The breeze feels noticeably cooler here, about halfway to the vertex. The landscape below is gray in the shadow of the triangle. >n The air grows colder as you continue your ascent. Vertex The temperature on this tiny platform is well below freezing. But it isn't just the cold that makes your teeth chatter when you look down that narrow stairway, thousands of feet high. Far below, the shadow of the structure stretches across the landscape. From this great altitude it looks like a dark finger, accusing a point on the west horizon. At the center of the platform stands a handsome antique sundial. You see a threaded hole on the dial's face. The circumference is enclosed in a wide brass ring. >x dial The perimeter of the sundial is inscribed with seven curious symbols and a compass rose, with the legend "MURER XADE SUPMET" emblazoned across the bottom. A threaded hole is set into the center of the dial. >put gnomon in hole You screw the gnomon into the hole on the sundial. A long metal lever silently rises out of the floor. As it clicks to a stop, the ring around the sundial emits a brilliant twinkle of light. [Your score just went up by 5 points. The total is now 22 out of 100.] A voice in your ear remarks, "The Gnomon Conquest." The brass ring on the sundial rotates with a sudden click. >x ring The brass ring fits perfectly around the dial's perimeter. It's inscribed with an arrow, which is pointing to the seventh symbol on the dial. >x symbols The seven symbols are arranged in a circle. The series begins with a Greek omega and runs counterclockwise around the dial, ending with a Greek alpha. All of the symbols are inscribed backwards. [You'll find the symbols reproduced on the sundial in your Trinity package.] >x lever The lever is about five feet long, and stands vertically out of the platform. >pull lever The lever is moved up as far as it can go. >push lever As you lower the lever you hear a loud, mechanical groan below your feet. The floor lurches and stops vibrating; you feel a momentary dizziness, and a brief gust of wind. Then all is still. >turn ring You grasp the edges of the brass ring and begin to turn it. An ominous vibration makes the platform tremble. Then a motion catches your eye. The sun is moving! It's arcing across the sky like a time-lapse movie, smooth and terribly silent. You let go of the ring with a cry. The sun instantly stops, and the strange vibration with it. After your pulse slows, you grasp the ring again and turn it, ever so carefully, until it clicks into place at the dial's fifth symbol. >turn ring to first symbol The sun sweeps across the sky as you rotate the brass ring. It clicks into place at the dial's first symbol. >d Fighting back fear, you descend the stairway. Halfway Down The breeze feels noticeably warmer here, about halfway to the ground. The landscape below is gray in the shadow of the triangle. >d The air grows warmer as you continue your descent. Bottom of Stairs The triangular structure before you must be thousands of feet high. It divides the sky like a razor, casting a stern, precise shadow over the surrounding landscape. A narrow stairway climbs north, up the hypotenuse of the triangle. Footpaths converge on the stair from every direction. >s Trellises A fortresslike wall of arborvitaes stretches east and west through the forest. The only breach is an identical pair of arched trellises. A mountain stream trickles between the trees. Paths wander from its banks in many directions. >sw Arborvitaes Barely eighteen inches separate the thick walls of arborvitae that tower on either side. They form an uncomfortably narrow corridor that bends sharply to the east and northeast. >e Arboretum A spectacular pergola of arborvitaes arches over your head like a great green Ferris wheel. Its tangled surfaces are peculiarly twisted, making it difficult to tell where the inside ends and the outside begins. Steep, leafy tunnels curve up into the pergola to the north and south. Other paths lead east and west, into the surrounding hedge. An abstract sparkling sculpture stands between the tunnels. The words 5291-9481 nielK xileF are inscribed on the base. >n You ascend the north side of the pergola. North Arbor The "floor" of the pergola curves up and around in an inexplicable way that makes your eyes cross. It seems as if you'd be standing on your head if you went much higher. Little daylight makes its way through the thick walls of arborvitae. >u The floor twists alarmingly as you continue your ascent. Top of Arbor The tangled vines and tendrils seem to writhe malignantly in the flickering light of the splinter. The air is pungent with the odor of arborvitaes. Dark, leafy tunnels curve down to the north and south. Your sense of direction is very confused. >s South Arbor The "floor" of the pergola curves up and around in an inexplicable way that makes your eyes cross. It seems as if you'd be standing on your head if you went much higher. Little daylight makes its way through the thick walls of arborvitae. >d The floor twists alarmingly as you descend. Arboretum A spectacular pergola of arborvitaes arches over your head like a great green Ferris wheel. Its tangled surfaces are peculiarly twisted, making it difficult to tell where the inside ends and the outside begins. Steep, leafy tunnels curve up into the pergola to the north and south. Other paths lead east and west, into the surrounding hedge. An abstract sparkling sculpture stands between the tunnels. The words Felix Klein 1849-1925 are inscribed on the base. >e Arborvitaes Barely eighteen inches separate the thick walls of arborvitae that tower on either side. They form an uncomfortably narrow corridor that bends sharply to the west and northwest. >nw Trellises A fortresslike wall of arborvitaes stretches east and west through the forest. The only breach is an identical pair of arched trellises. A mountain stream trickles between the trees. Paths wander from its banks in many directions. >n Bottom of Stairs The triangular structure before you must be thousands of feet high. It divides the sky like a razor, casting a stern, precise shadow over the surrounding landscape. A narrow stairway climbs north, up the hypotenuse of the triangle. Footpaths converge on the stair from every direction. >ne Under Cliff Smooth walls of rock vault straight up and then lean inward, forming a natural roof that partially hides the sky. Trails lead out from under the cliff in many directions. A swarm of bees has staked out this formation for itself by building an enormous hive under the arch. The faint buzzing sound from the hive is magnified by the cliff's acoustics into a loud, frightening drone. >nw The cliff blocks your path. >w Chasm's Brink The chasm at your feet is striped with colorful layers of rock. Narrow paths twist northeast and northwest, uneasily close to the edge. Other trails lead off into the forest. To the north, a rocky mesa towers like a golf tee from the depths of the chasm. Only thirty feet separate you from its flattened summit. An oak tree stands at the chasm's brink. >x tree The oak tree spreads like a green canopy overhead. >chop tree with axe You chop at both sides of the oak's trunk until it teeters uncertainly, deciding which way it will fall. >say timger [The word "timger" isn't in the vocabulary that you can use.] >say timber [You don't need to use the word "timber" to complete this story.] >push tree north You push the teetering oak northward with all your strength. It arcs across the chasm with a leafy whoosh and crashes onto the mesa, barely missing the toadstool. [Your score just went up by 3 points. The total is now 25 out of 100.] A soap bubble appears high overhead. It hovers for a moment before it bursts with a flabby pop. >n You step gingerly across the fallen oak, and leap onto the mesa. Mesa The mesa's summit is a flat platform of stone, surrounded on every side by a deep chasm. A fallen oak bridges the gulf to the south. A giant toadstool has somehow taken root in the solid rock. The white door in its stem is closed. >save [SAVE completed.] >