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 me Aside from your London vacation outfit, you're wearing a wristwatch. >w The iron fence blocks your path. >n The east wind makes it difficult to walk straight. 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. A cloud of pigeons fills the air! They circle overhead and congregate around a nearby bench, where an aged woman is selling bags of crumbs. "Feed the birds! Thirty p!" Her voice quavers with heartbreak. >e "Thirty p! Thirty p a bag!" Round Pond Ducks and swans bob on the sparkling surface of the Round Pond. They share the water with an impressive fleet of toy boats, directed by the excited shouts of children. Crowded paths radiate from the Pond in many directions. >w Broad Walk An aged woman is selling crumbs nearby. >verbose [Maximum verbosity.] 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. >x woman You get the feeling that she's been selling crumbs on this same bench, year after year, since well before you were born. Her face is lined with care for her feathered charges, who perch on her round shoulders without fear. "Feed the hungry birds!" cries the bird woman. >se "Thirty p for the starving birds!" hollers the bird woman. The Wabe This grassy clearing is only twenty feet across, and perfectly circular. Paths wander off in many directions through the surrounding thicket. A shaft of golden sunlight falls across a handsome antique sundial, erected at the exact center of the clearing. >x sunlight The sun is warm and bright. >x sundial The perimeter of the sundial is inscribed with seven curious symbols and a compass rose, with the legend "TEMPUS EDAX RERUM" emblazoned across the bottom. A triangular gnomon casts a fingerlike shadow that is creeping slowly towards the first symbol. ["And 'the wabe' is the grass-plot round a sun-dial, I suppose?" said Alice, surprised at her own ingenuity. "Of course it is. It's called 'wabe,' you know, because it goes a long way before it, and a long way behind it --" -- Lewis Carroll] >x symbols The seven symbols are arranged in a circle. The series begins with a Greek omega and runs clockwise around the dial, ending with a Greek alpha. [You'll find the symbols reproduced on the sundial in your Trinity package.] [ Can ye not discern the signs of the times? -- Matthew 16:3 ] >x gnomon It's a triangular piece of metal, about a quarter-inch thick and four inches long, screwed into the center of the sundial. >w The thicket blocks your path. >take gnomon The gnomon on the dial wobbles loosely when you try to move it. >turn gnomon You can feel the gnomon getting more and more wobbly as you turn it. A final twist, and it falls with a clatter onto the face of the sundial. >get gnomon You take the gnomon off the sundial. [Your score just went up by 5 points. The total is now 5 out of 100.] [NOTE: You can turn score notification on or off at any time with the NOTIFY command.] >nw 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. >s "Thirty p!" Palace Gate A tide of perambulators surges north along the crowded Broad Walk. Shaded glades stretch away to the northeast, and a hint of color marks the western edge of the Flower Walk. >e Flower Walk Gaily colored flower beds line the walks bending north and west, filling the air with a gentle fragrance. A little path leads northwest, between the trees. You can see a soccer ball half-hidden among the blossoms. The spires of the Albert Memorial are all too visible to the south. Passing tourists hoot with laughter at the dreadful sight; nannies hide their faces and roll quickly away. >get ball You take the soccer ball off the flower beds. [Your score just went up by 1 point. The total is now 6 out of 100.] >x spires Your London guide book warned you that the Albert Memorial was ugly, but nothing could have prepared you for this embarrassing spectacle! >nw The Wabe This grassy clearing is only twenty feet across, and perfectly circular. Paths wander off in many directions through the surrounding thicket. A shaft of golden sunlight falls across a handsome antique sundial, erected at the exact center of the clearing. You see a threaded hole on the dial's face. >sw Palace Gate A tide of perambulators surges north along the crowded Broad Walk. Shaded glades stretch away to the northeast, and a hint of color marks the western edge of the Flower Walk. >ne The Wabe This grassy clearing is only twenty feet across, and perfectly circular. Paths wander off in many directions through the surrounding thicket. A shaft of golden sunlight falls across a handsome antique sundial, erected at the exact center of the clearing. You see a threaded hole on the dial's face. >e The thicket blocks your path. >n Round Pond Ducks and swans bob on the sparkling surface of the Round Pond. They share the water with an impressive fleet of toy boats, directed by the excited shouts of children. Crowded paths radiate from the Pond in many directions. One of the toy boats on the Round Pond catches your eye. The east wind blows it closer, and you realize that the white sails are actually wings. It's a folded paper bird, floating just within reach. >get boat The toy boats are far out of reach. >get bird You lean over the edge of the Round Pond, and pluck the paper bird out of the water. [Your score just went up by 3 points. The total is now 9 out of 100.] >se A surge of offended nannies blocks your path. >e Lancaster Walk An impressive sculpture of a horse and rider dominates this bustling intersection. The Walk continues north and south; lesser paths curve off in many directions. A broad field of grass, meticulously manicured, extends to the east. Beyond it you can see the Long Water glittering between the trees. A printed notice is stuck into the grass. >x notice The words Do Not Walk On The Grass are sternly printed on the notice. >e As your feet touch the grass you sense a strange motion around you. Looking down, you watch with horror as the grass begins to ripple and writhe with vegetable indignance! Angry green stalks whip around your legs, pull you to the ground and drag you, kicking and screaming, back to the paved surface of the Lancaster Walk. A chorus of offended little voices subsides as you regain your footing. >x water You can see it sparkling between the trees to the east. A young couple zooms down the Lancaster Walk on bicycles. You watch them roll across the grass and disappear into the crowd. >s Flower Walk Gaily colored flower beds line the walks bending north and west, filling the air with a gentle fragrance. A little path leads northwest, between the trees. The spires of the Albert Memorial are all too visible to the south. Passing tourists hoot with laughter at the dreadful sight; nannies hide their faces and roll quickly away. >n Lancaster Walk An impressive sculpture of a horse and rider dominates this bustling intersection. The Walk continues north and south; lesser paths curve off in many directions. A broad field of grass, meticulously manicured, extends to the east. Beyond it you can see the Long Water glittering between the trees. There's a notice here. >x sculpture According to a plaque, the sculpture is called Physical Energy. >n Lancaster Gate A crooked old tree shades the perambulators as they roll south down the Lancaster Walk. Shady paths lead west along an iron fence, and southwest between the trees. There's an old woman under the tree, struggling to open an umbrella. The stiff east wind isn't making it easy for her. >x woman Her face is wrong. You look a little closer and shudder to yourself. The entire left side of her head is scarred with deep red lesions, twisting her oriental features into a hideous mask. She must have been in an accident or something. A strong gust of wind snatches the umbrella out of the old woman's hands and sweeps it into the branches of the tree. The woman circles the tree a few times, gazing helplessly upward. That umbrella obviously means a lot to her, for a wistful tear is running down her cheek. But nobody except you seems to notice her loss. After a few moments, the old woman dries her eyes, gives the tree a vicious little kick and shuffles away down the Lancaster Walk. >x umbrella The closed umbrella dangles in the tree overhead, high out of reach. Its handle is carved in the shape of a parrot's head. >x tree It's quite a nice tree, actually, except for the umbrella wedged in its branches. >w Inverness Terrace Crowded walkways lead east and west along an iron fence. Narrow paths wander south into the Gardens. A young boy sits nearby, listening to a pair of headphones and idly blowing soap bubbles. There's a dish full of soapy water by his side. The boy dips the bubble wand in the dish and swishes it around. >x boy The boy pulls the bubble wand out of the dish, puts it to his lips and blows a big soap bubble. The boy snaps his fingers to the headphone music as the soap bubble bursts with a flabby pop. [Atoms or systems into ruin hurled, And now a bubble burst, and now a world. -- Alexander Pope] >w Black Lion Gate Nannies and tourists hurry through the Lancaster Gate to join the perambulators rolling south down the Broad Walk. Less crowded paths wind east along an iron fence, and southeast between the trees. A careless nanny has left her perambulator unattended. >x pram It looks as if the perambulator is closed. >open it You open the perambulator. >x it It looks as if the perambulator is open. >search it You see nothing unusual inside the perambulator. >s 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. >n "Feed the birds!" Black Lion Gate Nannies and tourists hurry through the Lancaster Gate to join the perambulators rolling south down the Broad Walk. Less crowded paths wind east along an iron fence, and southeast between the trees. A careless nanny has left her perambulator unattended. >get pram You can't lift the clumsy perambulator. >push pram south 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. The perambulator rolls to a stop. >i You're holding a paper bird, a soccer ball and a gnomon. You're wearing a wristwatch, and you have a credit card and a seven-sided coin in your pocket. >x card You'll have to take it out of your pocket first. "Thirty p! Thirty p a bag!" calls the bird woman. >get card then x it You take the credit card out of your pocket. [There aren't any verbs in that sentence.] >x card The credit card is embossed with the usual codes. It expires tomorrow. >x coin You'll have to take it out of your pocket first. >get coin then examine it You take the seven-sided coin out of your pocket. "Feed the hungry birds!" It's standard British currency, worth fifty pence. >buy crumbs [with the seven-sided coin] "Bless yer," coos the bird woman, taking your money with a practiced snatch. "Twenty p's the change." She holds out a bag of crumbs and a small coin for you. [Your score just went up by 1 point. The total is now 10 out of 100.] "Take yer bag and change, guv'ner!" >get bag and coin The bag of crumbs: Taken. The small coin: Taken. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:42:30 pm. "Thirty p for the starving birds!" yells the bird woman. >x bird The paper bird is skillfully folded from a piece of paper. Something is written between the folds. >read bird You'd have to unfold the paper bird to do that. >unfold bird You gently unfold the paper bird to its full size. "Thirty p!" >read paper The words "Long Water, Four O'Clock" are scrawled on the piece of paper. >x watch Your wristwatch says it's 3:43:45 pm. "Feed the birds!" >i You're holding a piece of paper, a small coin, a bag of crumbs, a credit card, a soccer ball and a gnomon. You're wearing a wristwatch. Your pocket is empty. >x me Aside from your London vacation outfit, you're wearing a wristwatch. >save [SAVE completed.] >quit [Your score is 10 points out of 100, in 57 moves. This gives you the rank of Tourist.] Are you sure you want to leave the story now? [Please type YES or NO.] >yes