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 >save [SAVE completed.] >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. 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. >push lever The lever is moved down as far as it can go. >pull lever As you raise the lever you hear a loud, mechanical groan below your feet. The floor lurches and begins to vibrate again; you feel a momentary dizziness, and a brief gust of wind. Then all is still. >look 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 vertically out of the platform. At the center of the platform stands a handsome antique sundial. The circumference is enclosed in a wide brass ring. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. The brass ring on the sundial rotates with a sudden click. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. The brass ring on the sundial rotates with a sudden click. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. The brass ring on the sundial rotates with a sudden click. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. The brass ring on the sundial rotates with a sudden click. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. The brass ring on the sundial rotates with a sudden click. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. The brass ring on the sundial rotates with a sudden click. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. Shadows lengthen in the gathering dusk. You pause to watch as the sun touches the western horizon, painting the clouds with a fiery glow that spreads across the sky. Wait a minute. The sky is getting brighter. You rub your eyes and blink as the mountains and treetops magically emerge from darkness, suffused in a golden light swelling somewhere behind you... Another sun is rising! You turn east and west, gaping with astonishment as the twin orbs rise and set in perfect synchronization. For a moment, both are bisected by the horizon, casting double shadows that cross the ground in fantastic patterns. Then the western sun sinks from view, and the eastern sun rises to command the morning. >z Time passes. >