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Starting analysis pass at address 2a93

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S001: "FROZEN"
S002: "
A Night at the Lab
Copyright (c) 1996 by Jeremy Farnham.
"
S003: "951024"
S004: "5/12"
S005: "a"
S006: "You can't go that way."
S007: "the"
S008: "the"
S009: "the"
S010: "the"
S011: "the"
S012: "the"
S013: "the"
S014: "the"
S015: "the"
S016: "the"
S017: "the"
S018: "the"
S019: "Darkness"
S020: "It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing."
S021: "As good-looking as ever."
S022: "Nameless item"
S023: "your former self"
S024: "A low hum is the only sound that arises from the serried ranks of
computers.  The few remaining students, shackled like slaves to the projects in
front of them, appear almost frozen in the glare from the flourescent lights. 
You can escape to the northeast."
S025: "This is the computer you spent the last six hours working fiendishly
away on.  The fruits of your labor are currently displayed on the screen."
S026: "One look at the unfinished story still on the screen, causes an
involuntary groan, since you've been working on the ending for the last hour
and you still haven't gotten it right.  Perhaps a walk will help you think."
S027: "This bag has served you well over the last several years.  Carrying
books, food, clothes, and miscellanea whenever asked and without complaint."
S028: "The halls are quiet this late at night, and the squeak of your sneakers
on the tiles seems loud as a result.  The locked doors and dark rooms indicate
that most people went home hours ago.  If only you had that luxury.  The stairs
lie to the north and south."
S029: "The halls are quiet this late at night, and the squeak of your sneakers
on the tiles seems loud as a result.  The locked doors and dark rooms indicate
that most people went home hours ago.  If only you had that luxury.  The stairs
lie to the north and south, while the computer lab lies back to the west."
S030: "The halls are quiet this late at night, and the squeak of your sneakers
on the tiles seems loud as a result.  The locked doors and dark rooms indicate
that most people went home hours ago.  If only you had that luxury.  The stairs
lie to the north and south, and a man is frozen in the midst of closing a door
off to the northeast.  The opening looks just big enough to allow you passage."
S031: "Judging by the thinning hair, the rather outdated fashion sense, sundry
writing implements pearing out of the shirt pocket, the briefcase, and the
slightly abstracted expression, you'd say he was a professor, and a vague spark
of recognition says he's a department head, though which one you couldn't say. 
Unfortunately he's as frozen as everyone else you've seen."
S032: "The battered leather case looks like it's seen a lot of use.  It is
tucked under the man's arm, presumably so he can close the door.  It looks
fairly immovable."
S033: "This almost claustrophobic stairway is papered with student ads, and
department notices.  The first floor lies to the south, and stairs lead up to
the second floor and down into the basement.  In addition a door leads north
into the parking lot."
S034: "This almost claustrophobic stairway is papered with student ads, and
department notices.  To the south lies the second floor.  Stairs lead up to the
third, and down to the first."
S035: "This almost claustrophobic stairway is papered with student ads, and
department notices.  You can go south to the third floor, or down to the
second."
S036: "This almost claustrophobic stairway is papered with student ads, and
department notices.  To the south lies the basement, a strange and forbidding
place where the Grad students live.  More familiar territory lies upwards."
S037: "This almost claustrophobic stairway is papered with student ads, and
department notices.  The first floor lies to the north, and stairs lead up to
the second floor.  In addition a door leads south onto the campus."
S038: "This almost claustrophobic stairway is papered with student ads, and
department notices.  To the north lies the second floor.  Stairs lead up to the
third, and down to the first."
S039: "This almost claustrophobic stairway is papered with student ads, and
department notices.  You can go north to the third floor, or down to the
second."
S040: "You always found massive steel entry doors a chore to open.  It might
have been the stiff hinges, the sheer weight, or maybe just the fact that you
never found the time to work out much.  In any case, a half hearted attempt
confirms your fear that these doors at least won't be opening for you any time
soon."
S041: "The sheets lining the walls, and each other, are an apparently random
mix of housing opportunities, things for sale, class notices, job
opportunities, and transportation pleas.  You get the feeling some of this
stuff hasn't been touched in years."
S042: "This is the office of the department head.  Textbooks line the shelves,
a computer sits quietly on a table in the corner and his desk sits up against
the south wall, buried in paper.  The half open door lies in the southwest
corner of the room."
S043: "A typical professor's desk, covered in papers, most of which look
incredibly dull.  This one includes a desk calendar half buried in the papers."
S044: "A large number of books with such titles as 'Electromagnetic Theory of
Semi-Conductors' and 'The Science of Radio'.  He must be the head of the
Electrical Engineering Department."
S045: "A brand new, top of the line computer, light years beyond your own sorry
piece of equipment.  It is turned off, and a few flips of the power switch
indicates that it won't turn on."
S046: "The calendar is covered with various doodles, notes,  and appointments. 
Today's date has note about a 'basement test'.  Maybe that's where he was
heading when... whatever happened, happened."
S047: "The hidden romantic deep within you always envisioned this room as being
dark and mysterious with enigmatic machines flashing and humming away.  The
more practical part of you thought it would be like the hallways upstairs.  To
your disappointment this is indeed the case.  This hallway looks virtually
identical to the ones above you, though light is visible under the door to the
northwest."
S048: "The door has the words 'Experimental Laboratory' stenciled on it."
S049: "Now this is more like what you expected.  A huge machine dominates the
room with projections in every direction, one almost to the ceiling.  The room
is lit from a large sphere atop the highest projection, brilliant colored
lights crawling across its surface almost as if alive.  The shifting glow
reveals several people frozen in poses of jubilation, one hovering several
inches above the floor, frozen in mid leap."
S050: "The device, upon further inspection, calls forth the word 'Impressive'. 
Followed immediately by the word 'Gaudy'.  The huge machine hums, whirrs, and
flashes dizzyingly, its purpose completely undefined.  Its form, reminiscent of
a giant sea urchin meshed with a thermonuclear reactor and the entire Las Vegas
strip, is no help.  In any case, the people around it seemed convinced that
it's doing what it's supposed to.  You can only hope that this is not indeed
the case."
S051: "Everyone seems caught in various poses of excitement.  You would guess
that their test was successful."
S052: "A diagram of some sort is attached to the wall."
S053: "The schematic on the sheet appears to be the design specs for the device
currently dominating the room, though the sphere is missing.  Must have been a
last minute design change."
S054: "The pentagram seems to consist of two concentric circles surrounding a
five pointed star.  Various symbols, none of which you recognize, fill, the
space between the circles, as well as the five areas between the star and the
inner circle.  Looking carefully, you think that both the figures, and the
symbols, are picked out in gold."
S055: "A female figure, made entirely of dust, stands here gazing at you."
S056: "The lights swirl, dive, and soar throughout the room, making you feel
like a giant moving through a galaxy of hyperactive stars."
S057: "A clear bottle filled with silver sand.  The label on the bottle reads
'Rexal'."
S058: "The labels, though neatly written in a very angular script, are in a
language you neither know nor can identify."
S059: "The age blackened wood of the landing creaks gently beneath your feet. 
This small landing has stairs leading both up and down, while a square doorway
leads south into what looks like a ransacked kitchen."
S060: "Whoever was here last was not real happy.  The cupboard doors are
hanging off their hinges, where they are not gone entirely.  Whatever dishes
were once here are now scattered in pieces over the floor.  The window in the
west wall has been smashed and now only isolated fragments of glass stick
defiantly out of the frame.  The elements have done their share of damage as
well.  Wind and rain have deposited both leaves and dirt all over the room's
interior, and the resulting mess looks like it would take a week's worth of
effort to clean, should anyone even be inclined to make the attempt.  To your
surprise, the only visible exit from the room is to the east, which may explain
why the downstairs is so untouched."
S061: "The debris on the floor is rather reminiscent of some of your friends
apartments.  And any attempted cleaning appears just as futile."
S062: "The cupboards yawn empty and abandoned.  The shelves inside shattered
and broken."
S063: "Despite the design carved onto the headboard, the bed looks like it was
chosen more for comfort than appearance.  The feather mattress is easily large
enough for two people to sleep comfortably, and the depressed area in the
middle of the bed suggests it was used for quite some time."
S064: "The thick gray dust lies over most of the room, your footprints the only
mark in the pristine surface.  Your wanderings have kicked up quite a bit
however and your nose itches as a result."
S065: "This passage is in even worse shape than the kitchen, if that's
possible.  The remnants of the southern door, leading out to an overgrown lawn
are hanging from the hinges.  The rest of it is scattered in pieces on the
floor, mixed with the mud and leaves the weather has brought in.  The kitchen
is to the west and the passage extends north to another room."
S066: "This room was obviously a library at one time, though the books are now
strewn across the floor, ripped from their shelves by angry hands.  The torn
chairs, stuffing gushing from their wounds, and smashed tables, their legs
broken and useless, lie overturned amidst the brutalized books.  Here and there
scorch marks are visible in the mess on the floor, as if someone tried to set
it aflame, and individual pages tumble forlornly in the gentle breeze through
the shattered windows.  The only path from the descecration lies to the south."
S067: "The books lie abandoned amongst the wreckage on the floor, reminding you
heartbreakingly of an old, worn, and much loved teddy bear, accidentily left
propped up in the corner of the empty house when its owner moved away.  The
books do seem to be in remarkably good condition, however.  The weather has
left them relatively untouched, the pages white and crisp.  The only damage you
can see is that caused by human hands, even the torn and loose pages seem
relatively untouched by the weather.  In fact, if it wasn't for the layers of
dirt and leaves covering most of them, you would swear they just now fell from
their broken shelves."
S068: "Broken furniture covers the floor.  A couch, broken in half, its
mildewing stuffing trailing away from it like blood;  Two chairs, their once
fine upholstry shredded and torn;  A table and desk, once polished to a rich
mahogany, now useful for naught more than kindling."
S069: "The sheer sides of the chasm are well beyond your meager climbing
skills, and the remains of what look to be several people testify to the
effectiveness of jumping across."
S070: "The grass is in desperate need of a lawnmower, but it is extremely
unlikely anyone will be by anytime soon to do something about it."
S071: "an"
S072: "The amulet appears to be made of solid gold, though why it didn't melt
in the fire you couldn't say.  On its face is a single complex geometric design
that seems to twist under your eyes as you try to trace it."

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