infocom/shipped-documentation/sample.from.stationfall

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>WAIT
Time passes...

The scooter glides into the station's docking port. The retro-thrusters
bring the scooter to a halt. As the docking port fills with air the
scooter's hatch opens.

>LOOK
Scooter, in the pilot's couch
You are in the cramped one-man space scooter. Through the viewport, you
see the docking port of Space Station BG-12. The scooter's hatch is open.
You can see a toolbox here.

>OPEN THE TOOLBOX
You can't reach it from the pilot's couch.

>STAND UP
You are standing again.

>OPEN THE TOOLBOX
It's locked.

>LEAVE THE SCOOTER
Docking Port
This is the huge docking port of the space station. Only one ship is
here at the moment, a one-man scooter, so the docking port seems
unusually empty. A tube leads down toward the heart of the station,

>DOWN
Main Hallway, Sector M
This is the station's main corridor, which continues to port and starboard.
A tube leads up toward the docking port.

>STARBOARD
Main Hallway, Sector N
This is the station's main corridor, which continues to port and starboard.
A room lies to fore, and a tube leads down to the next level of the station.
Lying at the base of the wall is a key.

>TAKE THE KEY
Taken.

>EXAMINE IT
The key looks like one of those new all-purpose keys that molds itself
to any lock. A typical example of Garfoogian ingenuity.

>FORE
Sick Bay
Like the rest of the station, the medical facility is deserted. This is
odd, for regulations require that the sick bay be staffed around the
clock, ten chrons a day! The only exit is aft.
At the far end of the room, inside a steel cage, is a Thoosian
Fussbudget, apparently asleep.

>WAKE THE FUSSBUDGET
It jumps to its feet, all twelve of them. "Hey, what's going on? Who are
you? Lemme outta here!"

>OPEN THE CAGE
The cage is locked.
"Open the cage!" begs the Fussbudget, clawing at the bars. "I'm
claustrophobic! I'll starve to death! I wanna go jogging!"

>UNLOCK THE CAGE WITH THE KEY
This seems to be one of those new sophisticated all-purpose-key-proof
locks.  
"Break the bars! Get an acetylene torch! Find a teleporter! I've got an
appointment with my lawyer in five minutes! I'm allergic to cages!"  The
Fussbudget begins sneezing wildly.

>AFT.PORT.UP.ENTER THE SCOOTER.UNLOCK THE TOOLBOX WITH THE KEY
Main Hallway, Sector N
Main Hallway, Sector M
Docking Port
You are beginning to get hungry.
Scooter
You can see a toolbox here.
The toolbox is now unlocked.

>OPEN THE TOOLBOX
Opening the toolbox reveals an identity bracelet, a hacksaw,
and a tube of nutrient paste.

>TAKE ALL FROM THE TOLBOX
[I don't know the word "tolbox."]

>OOPS TOOLBOX
identity bracelet: Taken.
hacksaw: Taken.
tube of nutrient paste: You're carrying too much weight already.

>INVENTORY
You are carrying a hacksaw, an identity bracelet, a key, and a box of
radioactive isotopes. You are wearing a Patrol uniform.

>DROP ALL BUT THE HACKSAW AND THE BRACELET THEN TAKE THE TUBE
key: Dropped.
box of radioactive isotopes: Dropped.
Patrol uniform: You'll have to remove it first.
Taken.
You are now quite hungry.

>EAT THE PASTE
Mmmm...one of your favorites...anchovies and peanut butter.
You empty the entire tube, and your hunger dissipates.

>OUT.DOWN.STARBOARD.FORE
Docking Port
Main Hallway, Sector M
Main Hallway, Sector N
Sick Bay
"It's about time you got back. You think it's fun being locked in a
cage? What if there was a fire?"

>CUT THE BARS WITH THE HACKSAW
You cut through one of the bars.  The Fussbudget sticks its head through
the gap.  "Come on, cut some more! I'm almost out...do you think these edges
where you cut the bars are sharp?"

>AGAIN
You cut a second bar. The Fussbudget squeezes through and leaps to the floor.
"Thanks, bud. By the way, I'm a Fussbudget." It hops across the room and pokes
four or five eye stalks cautiously through the doorway.  "Where is everyone?
Hey, that looks like a tube of nutrient paste you've got there."

>GIVE THE TUBE TO THE FUSSBUDGET
The Fussbudget grabs the tube, wildly squeezes it with all six hands,
and then throws it to the deck. "Empty! If I don't eat something soon
I'll get sick."

>AFT
Main Hallway, Sector N
The Fussbudget gangles after you.

>PORT
Main Hallway, Sector M
The Fussbudget gangles after you.

>PORT
Main Hallway, Sector L
This is the station's main corridor, which continues to port and starboard.
Rooms lie fore and aft.  
The Fussbudget gangles after you. It suddenly notices your identity bracelet.
"Hey, a bracelet. If you gimme it, I can get us lotsa food, whaddya say,
huh?"

>GIVE BRACELET TO FUSSBUDGET
The Fussbudget grabs the bracelet and dashes forward.

>FORE
You bounce off the invisible security barrier.
Within the room, you can see the Fussbudget, wearing the bracelet, greedily
devouring a whole crate of Mondoweed fruits.

>FUSSBUDGET, GIVE ME THE BRACELET
Without looking up or pausing for a second, the Fussbudget tosses you the
bracelet.

>PUT ON THE BRACELET
You are now wearing the bracelet.

>FORE
Store Room
This is a small storage room of some sort...A hallway lies aft.
You can see an adapter plug here.

The Fussbudget is just shoving the last few fruits into its huge mouth.
"All the food is gone," it says with its mouth full. "Where am I gonna
sleep tonight?"

>AFT.AFT
Main Hallway, Sector L
The Fussbudget gangles after you.

Director's Office
This is the office of the station manager. It is simply furnished, with
a file cabinet and a desk. There's an electrical outlet on one wall.
Sitting on the desk is a portable computer and a slip of paper.
The Fussbudget gangles after you.

>READ
[what do you want to read?]

>SLIP OF PAPER
[taking the slip of paper first]
'Buy milk. Dentist at 3300. New password is 133."

>TURN ON THE PORTABLE COMPUTER
Nothing happens.
The Fussbudget shivers. "Does it seem chilly in here? I hate drafty
places." A look of concern crosses its face. "Do you think the
heating units have failed?"

>EXAMINE THE COMPUTER
The portable computer has a screen, a keyboard, and a power cord.
The screen is blank.  
The Fussbudget says, "See ya later, bub.  I'm gonna go catch some winks." 
It gangles out.

>PLUG THE POWER CORD INTO THE ELECTRICAL OUTLET
The cord ends in a nine-prong plug, but the outlet will only accept
five-prong plugs.

>FORE.FORE
Main Hallway, Sector L
Store Room
The Fussbudget is snoring loudly in the corner.
You can see an adapter plug here.

>TAKE
[the adapter plug]
Taken.

>EXAMINE IT
The adapter seems designed to fit nine-prong plugs into five-prong outlets.

>AFT.AFT.PLUG THE ADAPTER INTO THE SOCKET.PLUG THE CORD INTO THE ADAPTER.
Main Hallway, Sector L
Director's Office
Sitting on the desk is a portable computer.
Done.
Done.

>TURN ON THE COMPUTER
The computer beeps and the screen lights up, saying, "Please type password."

>TYPE "133"
The screen says "Password accepted. Type 7 for memo file. Type 11 for
correspondence file."

>TYPE 7
The last page of the memo pad appears on the screen:
"22-Bozbar. All personnel have teleported down to the planet. I will be
joining them in a chron or so, but I wanted to say goodbye to this old
station; it's too bad we couldn't stop that reactor build-up. By the
way, the latest reading for Critical is 6900."

>TIME
Adjusted Galactic Standard Time is exactly 6897.

>FORE
Main Hallway, Sector L
Suddenly, a giant fireball engulfs the entire station.

                          *** You have died ***

Your score is 9 points out of a total of 80, in 92 moves. This gives you
the rank of pot scrubber.