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 >get umbrella You pick up the umbrella. "Awk! It go BOOM. Awk!" >x paper The words "Long Water, Four O'Clock" are scrawled on the piece of paper. >fold paper You're not holding a piece of paper. >get paper Taken. "Awk! Get paper. Awk!" >fold it Your fumbling attempt to fold the paper back into a bird fails. You can feel the umbrella pulling towards the lump of metal. >u 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. >u 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. A long metal lever stands at a sharp angle to the platform. At the center of the platform stands a handsome antique sundial. The circumference is enclosed in a wide brass ring. >turn ring to mars [the symbols] The sun sweeps across the sky as you rotate the brass ring. It clicks into place at the dial's sixth 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. You see a birdcage, an axe, a lump of metal and a bag of crumbs here. Inside the birdcage you see a magpie. You can feel the umbrella pulling towards the lump of metal. >e The Bend An exhausted stream trickles into a river that bends to the south and east. The opposite shore is veiled behind a thick mist. Paths meander off in many directions from the river's edge. A dark shadow lies across the ground. >e Moor Tall, solemn cattails line the banks of a great river that flows eastward across the silent moor. A dense fog on the water obscures your view of the opposite shore. A pair of giant toadstools is growing among the cattails. The larger one has an open white door set into the stem. A triangular shadow lies across the ground. Its sharp point rests exactly on the open door in the toadstool. >in You pass the threshold of the white door... ... and step into empty air. Thin Air You're fourteen hundred feet above a small city, falling straight down at a velocity of seventy miles an hour. A white door is dwindling away in the sky overhead. >open umbrella The umbrella snaps open and nearly flies to pieces in the fury of your descent. But a sympathetic breeze fills the cloth panels with air, and your death-plunge slows to a leisurely drift. The city below draws closer. You glimpse a river, railroad tracks, streets busy with horses and bicycles, a playground... Crunch. Playground, in a sandpile A set of children's swings moves slowly back and forth in the humid breeze. Behind them stands a long building, its windows hung with flowers and birds folded from colored paper. Mounds of dirt are heaped around a dark opening to the east. It appears to be a shelter of some kind. Several small children are happily chasing dragonflies north of the swing set. Turning south, you see a group of adults (schoolteachers, by the looks of them), wearily digging another shelter like the first. Somewhat shaken, you rise to your feet in a child's sandpile. In the pile you see a splinter (providing light), an umbrella and a piece of paper. >get umbrella and paper and splinter The umbrella: Taken. The piece of paper: Taken. The splinter: Taken. >e [climbing out of the sandpile first] You descend into the darkness. Shelter You wouldn't want to spend much time in this wretched hole. The bare floor is damp and filthy, and the corners reek of urine. Luckily, there's an opening to the west. A spade is leaning against the wall. >get spade Taken. [Your score just went up by 1 point. The total is now 38 out of 100.] >out You ascend into daylight. Playground A set of children's swings moves slowly back and forth in the humid breeze. Behind them stands a long building, its windows hung with flowers and birds folded from colored paper. Mounds of dirt are heaped around a dark opening to the east. It appears to be a shelter of some kind. Several small children are happily chasing dragonflies north of the swing set. Turning south, you see a group of adults (schoolteachers, by the looks of them), wearily digging another shelter like the first. A child's sandpile covers the ground at your feet. >/undo [Undone] >/undo [Undone] >get spade You take the spade. [Your score just went up by 1 point. The total is now 38 out of 100.] >w You ascend into daylight. Playground A set of children's swings moves slowly back and forth in the humid breeze. Behind them stands a long building, its windows hung with flowers and birds folded from colored paper. Mounds of dirt are heaped around a dark opening to the east. It appears to be a shelter of some kind. Several small children are happily chasing dragonflies north of the swing set. Turning south, you see a group of adults (schoolteachers, by the looks of them), wearily digging another shelter like the first. A child's sandpile covers the ground at your feet. >z Time passes. A little girl races between the swings, hot on the trail of a dragonfly. She trips and sprawls across the sand, laughing with hysterical glee. Then she sees you. At first, you're sure she's going to scream. Her eyes dart back and forth between you and the teachers; you can see a cry forming on her lips. Suddenly, the umbrella in your hand catches her eye. You watch her expression soften from fear to curiosity. >give paper to child The girl's eyes brighten with surprise when she sees the piece of paper. "Origami," she squeaks, accepting the piece of paper with a gracious bow. Her fingers explore the creases in the paper, bending them this way and that. Then, with a few deft maneuvers, she refolds the sheet to its original shape and holds it up for you to see. The girl can't keep her eyes off the umbrella. >give umbrella to child The girl's mouth opens into a little "o" at the magnificence of your gift. She humbly exchanges the paper bird for the umbrella, smiles shyly and descends into the shelter with her prize. [Your score just went up by 3 points. The total is now 41 out of 100.] The edges of the paper bird begin to flicker faintly. Something twitches in your hand. The paper bird is growing! The wings and tail are unfolding like the petals of a flower, the long neck craning further and further out of the expanding body... You drop the demonic thing with a yelp of dismay. In moments, it opens up into a monstrous construction of folded paper the size of a foreign car. >x bird It looks like a sixteen-foot version of the paper bird you found in the Round Pond. The giant bird turns to look at you. Though the paper face is utterly featureless, you somehow get the feeling that it likes you. >i You're holding a spade and a splinter (providing light). You're wearing a wristwatch, and you have a small coin and a credit card in your pocket. >get on bird Gulping with fear, you climb into the crackling folds of the giant bird's back. With a powerful beat of its wings, the strange creature lifts away from the ground. Blowing sand obscures the view, but you can hear voices crying out in wonder. When the air clears, the playground is far below. Thin Air, on the giant bird You're soaring high over the city on a giant paper bird. The giant bird soars high over the city, banking left and right with effortless grace. You hear the rhythmic pump of its great wings, wind whipping past your ears... and, far overhead, the drone of approaching aircraft. A speck in the sky grows into the familiar outline of the white door. The bird circles once, slows to a stall and hovers only a few feet from the threshold. >enter door You climb off the giant bird and leap through the white door. Moor Tall, solemn cattails line the banks of a great river that flows eastward across the silent moor. A dense fog on the water obscures your view of the opposite shore. A pair of giant toadstools is growing among the cattails. A triangular shadow lies across the ground. Its sharp point rests exactly on the toadstool. The white door fades away into the texture of the toadstool. >restore [RESTORE completed.] 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. You see a birdcage, an axe, a lump of metal, an umbrella, a bag of crumbs and a piece of paper here. Inside the birdcage you see a magpie. >get umbrella and paper The umbrella: Taken. The piece of paper: Taken. You can feel the umbrella pulling towards the lump of metal. The magpie makes a croaking sound. >u 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. >u 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. A long metal lever stands at a sharp angle to the platform. At the center of the platform stands a handsome antique sundial. The circumference is enclosed in a wide brass ring. >set ring to mars [the symbols] The sun sweeps across the sky as you rotate the brass ring. It clicks into place at the dial's sixth 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. You see a birdcage, an axe, a lump of metal and a bag of crumbs here. Inside the birdcage you see a magpie. >e The Bend An exhausted stream trickles into a river that bends to the south and east. The opposite shore is veiled behind a thick mist. Paths meander off in many directions from the river's edge. A dark shadow lies across the ground. >e Moor Tall, solemn cattails line the banks of a great river that flows eastward across the silent moor. A dense fog on the water obscures your view of the opposite shore. A pair of giant toadstools is growing among the cattails. The larger one has an open white door set into the stem. A triangular shadow lies across the ground. Its sharp point rests exactly on the open door in the toadstool. >in You pass the threshold of the white door... ... and step into empty air. Thin Air You're fourteen hundred feet above a small city, falling straight down at a velocity of seventy miles an hour. A white door is dwindling away in the sky overhead. >save [SAVE completed.] >