robotsfindkitten 0.0.2

data/README.md

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+robotsfindkitten
+================
+
+In this game, you are robots (#). Your job is to find kitten. This task
+is complicated by the existence of various things which are not kitten.
+Robots must touch items to determine if they are kitten or not. The game
+ends when robotfindskitten.
+
+Install
+=======
+
+```
+$ gem install robotsfindkitten
+```
+
+Play
+====
+
+On server computer:
+
+```
+$ rfk-server
+```
+
+On client computers:
+
+```
+$ rfk-client
+```

data/bin/rfk-client

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+#!/usr/bin/env ruby
+require 'robotsfindkitten/client'
+
+client = RobotsFindKitten::Client.new
+client.connect
+client.start

data/bin/rfk-server

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+#!/usr/bin/env ruby
+require 'robotsfindkitten/server'
+
+$SAFE = 1
+DRb.start_service('druby://localhost:50293', RobotsFindKitten::Server.new)
+DRb.thread.join

data/data/vanilla.nki

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+"50 Years Among the Non-Kitten Items", by Ann Droyd.
+"Blup, blup, blup", says the mud pot.
+"Dear robot, you may have already won our 10 MILLION DOLLAR prize..."
+"I pity the fool who mistakes me for kitten!", sez Mr. T.
+"Kibo was here"
+"Kilroy was here"
+"Mail Routing and the Domain System" by Craig Partridge.
+"No!" says the bit.
+"Plexar was here"
+"Robot may not injure kitten, or, through inaction, ..."
+"Sure hope we get some rain soon," says Farmer Joe.
+"Take a penny, leave a penny." You do both.
+"The Theory and Practice of Oligarchical Collectivism" by Emmanuel Goldstein.
+"There is no kitten!" cackles the old crone. You are shocked by her blasphemy.
+"Topsoil's all gone, ma," weeps Lil' Greg.
+"Yes!" says the bit.
+'Twas brillig in the slivey-toves...
+...thingy???
+3.14159... Pi is all over the place here...
+99 bottles of beer are on a wall here.
+A "Get Out of Jail Free" card.
+A 100 meter long chain of jumbo paper clips.
+A 256 kilobyte write-only memory chip.
+A 540Hz tuning fork.
+A Gregorian date palm, its fronds gently waving.
+A Mentos wrapper.
+A Sanrio catalog.
+A Scooby Snack! Yay!
+A Swiss-Army knife. All of its appendages are out. (toothpick lost)
+A Texas Instruments of Destruction calculator.
+A baboon with a bassoon hoots angrily at you.
+A baby catapult and a little pile of pebbles.
+A badly dented high-hat cymbal lies on its side here.
+A ball of yarn.
+A bartender growls, "No robots allowed!"
+A big bass drum bearing a hole and suspicious clawmarks.
+A big chunk of frozen chocolate pudding.
+A bit of luck.
+A blank deposit slip.
+A bobolink is twittering a happy tune here.
+A book with "Don't Panic" in large friendly letters across the cover.
+A book: Feng Shui, Zen: the art of randomly arranging items that are not kitten.
+A bottle of ammonia.
+A bottle of distilled water.
+A bottle of hair tonic.
+A bottle of oil! Refreshing!
+A bottle of smelling salts.
+A bowl of cherries.
+A bowling ball with the name "Bob" inscribed on it.
+A box of brand-new nixie tubes.
+A box of dancing mechanical pencils. They dance! They sing!
+A brain cell. Oddly enough, it seems to be functioning.
+A breadbox that's bigger than a breadbox.
+A briefcase filled with spy stuff.
+A broken metronome sits here, its needle off to one side.
+A brown glass vial labeled "tincture of iodine".
+A caboodle.
+A camera obscura.
+A canister of pressurized whipped cream, sans whipped cream.
+A card sharp sits here, practicing his Faro shuffle. He ignores you.
+A cardboard box of sheet metal screws.
+A chain hanging from two posts reminds you of the Gateway Arch.
+A clay pot with grass growing it in sits here.
+A claymore mine.
+A cluster of cattails are growing here.
+A coat hanger hovers in thin air. Odd.
+A cockatoo shrieks at you.
+A compendium of haiku about metals.
+A coupon for one free steak-fish at your local family diner.
+A crouton.
+A crowd of people, and at the center, a popular misconception.
+A cyclops glowers angrily at you.
+A dangly thing.
+A dark-emitting diode.
+A dead battery.
+A dead click beetle.
+A digital clock. It's stuck at 2:17 PM.
+A discarded bagpipe chanter reed.
+A discarded pop bottle.
+A discarded refrigerator in a discarded refrigerator box.
+A discredited cosmology, relic of a bygone era.
+A dodecahedron bars your way.
+A dog dressed in a cheap suit is here.
+A dogcow moofs at you.
+A failing unit test.
+A family of integrals is here integrating.
+A featureless black monolith.
+A five-horned rhinoceros beetle with rings on every other horn.
+A flask of hydrochloric acid is here.
+A flyer advertising a big sale on flyers.
+A flyer reads, "Please donate hydraulic fluid"
+A forgotten telephone switchboard operator.
+A forgotten telephone switchboard.
+A freshly-baked pumpkin pie.
+A frosted pink party-cake, half eaten.
+A gecko clings to the ceiling here.
+A geyser sprays water high into the air.
+A giant mechanical octopus spews flames from its tentacles.
+A glorious fan of peacock feathers.
+A gold-dipped rose.
+A gravestone stands here. "Izchak Miller, ascended."
+A green yo-yo.
+A grin.
+A haircut and a real job. Now you know where to get one!
+A hairless rat.
+A half empty milk carton. Or is it half full?
+A half-eaten cheese sandwich.
+A hammock stretched between a tree and a volleyball pole.
+A hastily scribbled note reads, "kitten is the letter Q."
+A hedgehog. It looks like it knows something important.
+A helicopter has crashed here.
+A herd of wild coffee mugs slumbers here.
+A hickory stump.
+A historical marker showing the actual location of /dev/null.
+A hollow voice says "Fool!"
+A hollow voice says "Plugh."
+A homemade Tesla coil, fully charged.
+A hovercraft full of eels is parked here.
+A huge pile of pancakes.
+A jar of Vegemite is playing hopscotch here.
+A jar of dehydrated water.
+A jar of lemon curd.
+A jar of library paste.
+A ketchup bottle (nearly empty).
+A kitten sink, for washing kitten (if only kitten liked water).
+A kitten source (to match the kitten sink).
+A large Turkish rug, worn threadbare by years of pacing.
+A large block of dry ice.
+A large blue eye floats in midair.
+A large coil of rope is here.
+A large pile of rubber bands.
+A large snake bars your way.
+A largish bath towel.
+A leather pouch filled with multisided dice.
+A little glass tub of Carmex. ($.89) Too bad you have no lips.
+A little teapot, short and stout.
+A livery stable! Get your livery!
+A lone, forgotten comma, sits here, sobbing.
+A lotus. You make an interesting pair.
+A magic switch.
+A magical... magic thing.
+A marijuana brownie.
+A mason jar lies here open. Its label reads: "do not open!".
+A meat-scented air-freshener on a string dances in the breeze.
+A mere collection of pixels.
+A model of a twin-hulled sailboat.
+A naked singularity. You avert your eyes.
+A neat pile of plastic irrigation pipe.
+A neural net -- maybe it's trying to recognize kitten.
+A nondescript box of crackers.
+A noun and a boat bound to the wrong verb.
+A number of short theatrical productions are indexed 1, 2, 3, ... n.
+A packet of catnip.
+A packet of pipe cleaners.
+A pair of combat boots.
+A pair of saloon-style doors swing slowly back and forth here.
+A pangolin.
+A parade of ants crosses your path.
+A parrot, kipping on its back.
+A passing tiger tells you a terrible tale.
+A patch from the Mammoth Caves.
+A patch of grape jelly grows here.
+A patch of mushrooms grows here.
+A pile of blood-red maple leaves. You do not have time to count them.
+A pile of coaxial plumbing lies here.
+A pile of coconuts.
+A pile of discarded "no dumping" signs.
+A pile of irrigation valves.
+A pirate joke.
+A pirate!
+A pizza, melting in the sun.
+A plush Chewbacca.
+A post hole digger is stuck in a pile of dirt here.
+A puddle of chocolate sauce.
+A puddle of mud, where the mudskippers play.
+A puddle of purple semi-gloss latex paint.
+A punch bowl, filled with punch and lemon slices.
+A radio hisses away.
+A rancid corn dog.
+A realistic toy kitten. Suspended high above is a large steel cage.
+A river of liquid nitrogen flows through here.
+A robot comedian performs here. You feel amused.
+A roll of duct tape.
+A roll of scratch-and-sniff stickers.
+A rusted safety pin.
+A rusted telephone booth.
+A rusty crowbar.
+A rusty melon-baller.
+A rusty slinky. It was such a wonderful toy!
+A sack of doorknobs.
+A sack of hammers.
+A sack of wet mice.
+A salmon hatchery? Look again. It's merely a single salmon.
+A saucer of milk.
+A scrap of parchment bears the single word, "meow".
+A scratching-post.
+A screwdriver.
+A sealed tin bearing only the word "yummy".
+A section of glowing phosphor cells sings a song of radiation to you.
+A set of keys to a 2001 Rolls Royce. Worthless.
+A sheep and a lamp, lounging beneath a myrtle tree.
+A sign reads "Don't step on the Mome Raths".
+A sign reads: "Go home!"
+A sign reads: "Ignore this sign!"
+A sign reads: "No robots allowed!"
+A signpost saying "TO KITTEN". It points in no particular direction.
+A singing frog. Useless.
+A six-wheeled robot sits lifeless, stuck in the dirt.
+A slightly-used smellovision set.
+A small box of fishing weights.
+A small, featureless, white cube.
+A smoking branding iron shaped like a 24-pin connector.
+A spindle, and a grindle, and a bucka-wacka-woom!
+A spiral-bound copy of the Necronomicon.
+A squirrel contentedly gnaws on a sprinkler head here.
+A stack of 7 inch floppies wobbles precariously.
+A statue of a girl holding a goose like the one in Gottingen, Germany.
+A steam-powered bunnytron.
+A stegosaurus, escaped from stegosaurusfindsrobot. It finds you.
+A stony meteorite.
+A street map of the city of Anaheim.
+A sub-atomic particle languishes here all alone.
+A sudden burst of maniaical cackling makes you feel homesick.
+A team of Arctic explorers is camped here.
+A technical university in Australia.
+A tetradrachm dated "42 B.C."
+A threadbare tweed suit.
+A tiny robot scuttles across the floor.
+A tiny velvet pouch.
+A toenail? What good is a toenail?
+A toilet bowl occupies this space.
+A ton of feathers.
+A toupee.
+A toy zeppelin.
+A traffic signal. It appears to have been recently vandalized.
+A train of thought chugs through here.
+A trash compactor, compacting away.
+A travel-sized cyclotron.
+A tree with some jelly nailed to it.
+A tube of heat sink grease.
+A tube of toothpaste. Too bad you have no teeth.
+A tube of white lithium grease. Perfect for your robotic joints.
+A twist of lemon.
+A vacuum cleaner appears to have exploded here.
+A vanilla pudding pop.
+A vase full of artificial flowers is stuck to the floor here.
+A voice booms out "Onward, kitten soldiers..."
+A waffle iron is here and it's still hot.
+A warranted genuine Snark.
+A waterlogged grand piano.
+A willing, ripe tomato bemoans your inability to digest fruit.
+A wireframe model of a hot dog rotates in space here.
+A wondrous and intricate golden amulet. Too bad you have no neck.
+A zorkmid coin.
+Ah, the skirl of the pipes and the rustle of the silicon...
+Ah, the uniform of a Revolutionary-era minuteman.
+Air.
+Alien underwear.
+An Internet chain letter.
+An abandoned used-car lot.
+An albatross, around its own neck.
+An aromatherapy candle burns with healing light.
+An assortment of highly-nutritious vegetables.
+An atomic vector plotter.
+An authentic 1953 veeblefetzer, sadly in need of adjustment.
+An autographed copy of the works of Anonymous.
+An automated robot-disdainer. It pretends you're not there.
+An automated robot-doubter. It doesn't believe in you.
+An automated robot-hater. It frowns disapprovingly at you.
+An automated robot-liker. It smiles at you.
+An electric engraving pencil.
+An electric fan lies on its side here.
+An eminently forgettable zahir.
+An empty Altoids tin.
+An empty coaxial cable spool.
+An empty shopping bag. Paper or plastic?
+An erroneous proof of the Goldbach Conjecture.
+An expired transistor.
+An historical marker.
+An ice cube.
+An iron meteorite.
+An obvious metaphor for Sysiphisian futility.
+An old bootable business card, unfortunately cracked down the middle.
+An old pattern is here going on and on.
+An old rusty revolver.
+An ordinary bust of Beethoven... but why is it painted green?
+An oven mitt with kittens on it.
+An overflowing bit bucket.
+An overturned bottle of rainbow-colored ink.
+An underwater avocado.
+An unlicensed nuclear accelerator.
+An unripe orange.
+Another rabbit? That's three today!
+Bars of lard, stacked a mile high.
+Beef stew.
+Biscuits.
+Bits of red construction paper are scattered all about.
+Blod.
+Brass tacks.
+Bright copper kettles.
+Bronzed baby shoes.
+Butane!!!
+Carbonated Water, High Fructose Corn Syrup, Color, Phosphoric Acid, Flavors.
+Ceci n'est pas un chaton.
+Chewing gum and baling wire.
+Colorless green ideas sleep furiously here.
+Could it be... a big ugly bowling trophy?
+Diogenes is here, demanding whisky.
+Dirty socks.
+Ed Witten sits here, pondering string theory.
+Empty jewelboxes litter the landscape.
+Five pounds of flax.
+For a moment, you feel something in your hands, but it disappears!
+Grind 'em up, spit 'em out, they're twigs.
+Haphazard stacks of white uppercase letters.
+Haven't you touched this before?
+Heart of Darkness brand pistachio nuts.
+Heeeeeeeeeeeere's Johnny!
+Here is no kitten but only rock, rock and no kitten and the sandy road.
+Here you are, at the behest.
+Here you are, over the objections.
+Here you are, under the auspices.
+Hey, I bet you thought this was kitten.
+Hey, look, it's war. What is it good for? Absolutely nothing. Say it again.
+Hey, robot, leave those lists alone.
+Ho hum. Another synthetic a posteriori.
+Hydraulic fluid and jagged metal bits. You recoil from the scene of carnage.
+I don't know what that is, but it's not kitten.
+IT'S ALIVE! AH HA HA HA HA!
+If it's not one thing, it's another.
+If it's one thing, it's not another.
+In Soviet Russia, kitten finds you. Unfortunately, this isn't Soviet Russia.
+Insane laughter issues from this vibrating shipping crate.
+Is that an elephant's head or a winged sandal?
+It is -- I just feel something wonderful is about to happen.
+It is a cloud shaped like an ox.
+It is a marzipan dreadnought that appears to have melted and stuck.
+It is a set of wind-up chatter teeth.
+It is an ancient mariner, and he stoppeth one of three.
+It pleases you to be kind to what appears to be kitten -- but it's not!
+It seems to be a copy of "A Tail of Two Kitties".
+It's "Finding kitten", published by O'Reilly and Associates.
+It's "War and Peace" (unabridged, very small print).
+It's 1000 secrets the government doesn't want you to know!
+It's Babe Flathead's favorite bat.
+It's Bach's Mass in B-minor!
+It's Brian Kernighan.
+It's Death.
+It's Dennis Ritchie.
+It's Grundle, the Green Dragon.
+It's Jesse James's severed hand and it's still moving.
+It's KITT, the talking car.
+It's Lucy Ricardo. "Aaaah, Ricky!", she says.
+It's Mary Poppins!
+It's Professor Feedlebom.
+It's Richard Nixon's nose!
+It's Schrodinger's non-kitten.
+It's Uncle Doctor Hurkamur!
+It's a "HOME ALONE 2: Lost in New York" novelty cup.
+It's a Bergenholm drive.
+It's a Cat 5 cable.
+It's a DVD of "Crouching Monkey, Hidden Kitten", region encoded for the moon.
+It's a Dvorak keyboard.
+It's a Franklin Ebookman.
+It's a Java applet.
+It's a Linux install CD.
+It's a MITS Altair 8800.
+It's a NetBSD install CD.
+It's a Quaker Oatmeal tube, converted into a drum.
+It's a U.S. president.
+It's a banana! Oh, joy!
+It's a battery-powered brass lantern.
+It's a big block of ice. Something seems to be frozen inside it.
+It's a big smoking fish.
+It's a black hole. Don't fall in!
+It's a blob of blue goo.
+It's a blob of grey goo.
+It's a blob of red goo.
+It's a bottle of nail polish remover.
+It's a box of lox.
+It's a box of pinball machine parts.
+It's a bucket of water.
+It's a bug.
+It's a business plan for a new startup, kitten.net.
+It's a cardboard box full of 8-track tapes.
+It's a cat. Are you too late?
+It's a charcoal briquette, smoking away.
+It's a child's pull-toy.
+It's a clue!
+It's a concatenation of circumstances.
+It's a continental breakfast.
+It's a cookie shaped like a kitten.
+It's a copy editor, reading aloud from the Associated Press Stylebook.
+It's a copy of "Zen and The Art of Robot Maintenance".
+It's a copy of Knuth with the chapter on kitten-search algorithms torn out.
+It's a copy of the Book of Found Kittens.
+It's a copy of the robotfindskitten EULA.
+It's a dark, amphorous blob of matter.
+It's a fleet of mothballs.
+It's a fly on the wall. Hi, fly!
+It's a fossil trilobite.
+It's a fragment of an old Russian spacecraft.
+It's a free Dmitry Sklyarov!
+It's a free Jon Johansen!
+It's a funky beat!
+It's a groat coated with pocket fluff.
+It's a grue. Fortunately, they don't like to eat robots.
+It's a gun of some sort.
+It's a hanging chad.
+It's a hologram of a crashed helicopter.
+It's a hundred-dollar bill.
+It's a hyperkinetic rabbity thing.
+It's a large pile of crumpled notepaper.
+It's a left-handed smoke shifter.
+It's a limbo bar! How low can you go?
+It's a list of the zeroes of the Riemann zeta function.
+It's a merry-go-round (broken down).
+It's a mighty zombie talking about some love and prosperity.
+It's a model of a catamaran.
+It's a moment of silence.
+It's a mousetrap, baited with soap.
+It's a nameless MSX computer from Japan.
+It's a nasty knife.
+It's a perpetual immobility machine.
+It's a pigeon with a TCP/IP packet duct-taped to its leg.
+It's a pile of wine corks.
+It's a pool with a straw in it.
+It's a portable hole. A sign reads: "Closed for the winter".
+It's a prosthetic wheel, bent out of shape.
+It's a rapidly oscillating function.
+It's a recursive recursive recursive recursive recursive...
+It's a red staple-remover.
+It's a red stapler.
+It's a rhyton. Right on!
+It's a rim shot. Ba-da-boom!
+It's a roll of industrial-strength copper wire.
+It's a rotating potato.
+It's a rotten old shoe.
+It's a rousing rendition of "O Canada."
+It's a segmentation fault. Core dumped, by the way.
+It's a sleeping lion.
+It's a solitary vacuum tube.
+It's a spade.
+It's a squad of Keystone Kops.
+It's a square.
+It's a steaming bowl of homemade gnocci.
+It's a stone, unturned.
+It's a stupid mask, fashioned after a beagle.
+It's a symbol. You see in it a model for all symbols everywhere.
+It's a synthetic a priori truth! Immanuel would be so pleased!
+It's a tape of '70s rock. All original hits! All original artists!
+It's a tribute to fishnet stockings.
+It's a typewriter, covered in dust.
+It's a universal Turing machine constructed from LEGO blocks.
+It's a wallet full of blank credit cards.
+It's a week-old baloney sandwich.
+It's a whirly thing of some sort.
+It's a zen simulation, trapped within an ASCII character.
+It's an altar to the horse god.
+It's an argon-filled vault.
+It's an elongated brown sack, smelling of hot peppers.
+It's an elvish sword of great antiquity.
+It's an external dependency.
+It's an incomplete
+It's an inverted billiard ball!
+It's an oil portrait of you, about to find kitten.
+It's an old Duke Ellington record.
+It's an unknown area code.
+It's another robot, more advanced in design than you but strangely immobile.
+It's creepy and it's kooky, mysterious and spooky. It's also somewhat ooky.
+It's cute like a kitten, but isn't a kitten.
+It's either a mirror, or another robot.
+It's evidence.
+It's just an object.
+It's more money than you'll ever need.
+It's nothing but a corrupted floppy. Coaster anyone?
+It's nothing in particular.
+It's part of a complete breakfast.
+It's probably nothing.
+It's scenery for "Waiting for Godot".
+It's skeuomorphism. Yay, skeuomorphism!
+It's something fizzy.
+It's the <blink> tag!
+It's the ASCII Floating Head of Seth David Schoen!
+It's the Brass Nodes of the Universe.
+It's the Capable Prune.
+It's the Donation of Constantine!
+It's the Golden Banana of Discord!
+It's the Maltese Falcon.
+It's the Queen of Hearts! "Off with their heads!", she shouts.
+It's the Super Bass-O-Matic '76! Mmm, that's good bass!
+It's the Tiki Room.
+It's the Will Rogers Highway. Who was Will Rogers, anyway?
+It's the amazing self-referential thing that's not kitten.
+It's the astounding meta-object.
+It's the classification of all finite simple groups.
+It's the constellation Pisces.
+It's the cork to someone's lunch.
+It's the crusty exoskeleton of an arthropod!
+It's the handheld robotfindskitten game, by Tiger.
+It's the horizon. Now THAT'S weird.
+It's the instruction manual for a previous version of this game.
+It's the local draft board.
+It's the mark of the beast!
+It's the missing chapter to "A Clockwork Orange".
+It's the proverbial wet blanket.
+It's the set of uninteresting natural numbers.
+It's the shock of recognition.
+It's the shortest distance between two points.
+It's the triangle leg adjacent to an angle divided by the leg opposite it.
+It's the whites of their eyes.
+It's the wrong number.
+It's this message, nothing more.
+It's wholesale, direct to you.
+Jacket fluff.
+Just a big brick wall.
+Just a box of backscratchers.
+Just a cage of white mice.
+Just a moldy loaf of bread.
+Just a monitor with the blue element burnt out.
+Just a pincushion.
+Just an autographed copy of the Kama Sutra.
+Just some glop of some sort.
+Just some old play by a Czech playwright, and you can't read Czech.
+Just some rusted lug nuts and an ancient hub cap.
+Just some spite.
+Just some stuff.
+Just some swamp gas.
+Just the empty husk of a locust.
+Just the usual gang of idiots.
+Keep looking and you will find kitten eventually.
+Lentil loaf.
+Long lost needle nose pliers.
+Look at that, it's the Crudmobile.
+Look out! Exclamation points!
+Lysine, an essential amino acid. Well, maybe not for robots.
+Marvin is complaining about the pain in the diodes down his left side.
+Mere shells cannot contain these peanuts!
+More grist for the mill.
+Mr. Hooper is here, surfing.
+Ne'er but a potted plant.
+Not kitten, just a packet of Kool-Aid(tm).
+Nothing but some scribbles in crayon.
+ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND CARPET FIBERS!!!!!
+Oh boy! Grub! Er, grubs.
+One liter of fuming nitric acid.
+One of the few remaining discos.
+Ooh, shiny!
+Paul Moyer's necktie.
+Pieces of broken clay pigeons are scattered all about.
+Plenty of nothing.
+Preoccupation with finding kitten prevents you from investigating further.
+Pumpkin pie spice.
+Quidquid Latine dictum sit, kitten non est.
+Rene Descarte is whistling a happy tune here.
+Robot should not be touching that.
+Run away! Run away!
+Seargent Duffy is here.
+Seven 1/4" screws and a piece of plastic.
+Several hackles are here and they appear to be up.
+Several meters of Cat 5 cable.
+Sigmund Freud is here, asking about your mother.
+Slack!
+Snacky things.
+So, THAT's what an invisible barrier looks like!
+Some coconut crabs are milling about here.
+Some sort of electronic handheld game from the 1970s.
+Someone dropped a cheap ballpoint pen here.
+Someone dropped an expensive fountain pen here.
+Someone has written "ad aerarium" on the ground here.
+Someone's identity disk lies here.
+Something borrowed, something blue.
+Something is written here in the dust. You read: "rJbotf ndQkttten".
+Stimutacs.
+Sutro Tower is visible at some distance through the fog.
+TV says donuts are high in fat.
+Talcum powder.
+Tea and/or crumpets.
+Ten yards of avocado-green shag carpet.
+Thar's Mobius Dick, the convoluted whale. Arrr!
+That's just a charred human corpse.
+That's just an old tin can.
+The Digital Millennium Copyright Act of 1998.
+The Inform Designer's Manual (4th edition)
+The Monolith of Spam towers above you.
+The United States Court of Appeals for the Federal Circuit.
+The World's Biggest Matzoh Ball!
+The boom box cranks out an old Ethel Merman tune.
+The intermission from a 1930s silent movie.
+The ionosphere seems charged with meaning.
+The letters O and R.
+The man page for the UNIX 'find' command.
+The non-kitten item bites!
+The non-kitten item like this but with "false" and "true" switched is true.
+The non-kitten item like this but with "true" and "false" switched is false.
+The object pushes back at you.
+The pants that Curly died in.
+The rothe hits! The rothe hits!
+The rusted gates of an abandoned bemusement park.
+The score for a Czech composer's "Kitten-Finding Symphony in C".
+The spectre of Sherlock Holmes wills you onwards.
+The swampy ground around you seems to stink with disease.
+There are many coins here!
+There is a small mailbox here.
+There is no tea here.
+There's nothing here; it's just an optical illusion.
+There's something behind you.
+These aren't ordinary beans. They're magic beans!
+This TRS-80 III is eerily silent.
+This appears to be a rather large stack of trashy romance novels.
+This appears to be a statue of Perseus.
+This bouncy castle is filled with helium.
+This corroded robot is clutching a mitten.
+This drawer is full of dried out rubber stoppers.
+This grain elevator towers high above you.
+This invisible box contains a pantomime horse.
+This is a Lagrange point. Don't come too close now.
+This is a disaster area.
+This is a porcelain kitten-counter. 0, 0, 0, 0, 0...
+This is a remote control. Being a robot, you keep a wide berth.
+This is a tasty-looking banana creme pie.
+This is a television. On screen you see a robot strangely similar to yourself.
+This is an anagram.
+This is only a test of the Emergency Broadcast System.
+This is the forest primeval.
+This is the tenth key you've found so far.
+This is the world-famous Chain of Jockstraps.
+This isn't the item you're looking for.
+This jar of pickles expired in 1957.
+This jukebox has nothing but Cliff Richards albums in it.
+This kind of looks like kitten, but it's not.
+This looks like Bradley's "Appearance and Reality", but it's really not.
+This looks like a skateboarding arcade video game.
+This looks like an umbrella turned inside out.
+This looks remarkably like last Tuesday.
+This map is not the territory.
+This might be the fountain of youth, but you'll never know.
+This non-kitten item no verb.
+This non-kitten item was present in a previous version, but has been removed.
+This object here appears to be Louis Farrakhan's bow tie.
+This object is like an analogy.
+This particular monstrosity appears to be ENIAC.
+This peg-leg is stuck in a knothole!
+This place is called Antarctica. There is no kitten here.
+This seems to be junk mail addressed to the finder of the Eye of Larn.
+This subwoofer was blown out in 1974.
+This thing appears to be an ancient Roman breastplate.
+This tiny barbecue is spotlessly clean.
+This toaster strudel is riddled with bullet holes!
+This tomography is like, hella axial, man!
+This vending machine dispenses only coffee grounds.
+This was no boating accident!
+Three half-pennies and a wooden nickel.
+Three lizards lie here, playing Rock-Paper-Scissors.
+Three mismatched gloves.
+Tweeting birds.
+Two crepes, two crepes in a box.
+Two magnets cling to each other in the darkness.
+Two vast and trunkless legs of stone.
+Uh-oh...
+Vitriol.
+Vladimir Lenin's casket rests here.
+Wait! This isn't the poker chip! You've been tricked! DAMN YOU, MENDEZ!
+We wish you a merry kitten, and a happy New Year!
+Welcome back, robot.
+What in blazes is this?
+What's that blue thing doing here?
+Whatever it is, it's circular. Oh, it's a circle!
+Why are you touching this when you should be finding kitten?
+You can't touch that.
+You discover the entrance to a forgotten mine.
+You disturb a murder of crows.
+You encounter a cheap knockoff of this game: "androidfindspuppy."
+You feel strangely unfulfilled.
+You find a bright shiny penny.
+You find a fraud scheme in which loans are used as security for other loans.
+You find a random assortment of dots and dashes.
+You find an Atari 2600 game cartridge with no label.
+You found kitten! No, just kidding.
+You found netkit! Way to go, robot!
+You found the marble in the oatmeal!
+You have new mail in /var/spool/robot
+You search this barrel thoroughly, but find only dried mango slices.
+You see a rhinestone-studded dog collar, but no dog.
+You see a snowflake here, melting slowly.
+You stumble upon Bill Gates's stand-up act.
+You stumble upon a digital signature.
+You suddenly yearn for your distant homeland.
+You won't believe what this is.
+You've discovered an enormous pile of socks.
+You've found a black screen filled with colorful ASCII characters.
+You've found a precautionary measure.
+You've found a speed bump.
+You've found the Gingerbread Man!
+You've found the fabled America Online disk graveyard!
+You've found the fish! Not that it does you much good in this game.
+You've found the snows of yesteryear! So that's where they all went to.
+Your current score: 3.
+Your existential dread.
+Your pal Floyd is here and wants to play Hucka-Bucka-Beanstalk.
+Your permanent record.