The day of the Robopope's visit has finally arrived. The Pontiff of Logic; Vicar of the Prince of Cyberspace; Ruler of the Holy C++; The Primal Prime Pope Fortran; here, in this very building.
(Or, to be precise--and you are always telling your students to be precise--this very building complex.)
Now that you have finished grading these student examinations, you are going to find the Robopope and then kiss its papal ring, or your name isn't Morgen Santamore.
A Text Adventure by Caleb Wilson
Release 2 / Serial number 140601 / Inform 7 build 6G60 (I6/v6.32 lib 6/12N)
The classroom is quiet now. The quiet has the frayed edges that indicate tumult and excitement just a few doors away. The lights are low. The metal walls of the classroom rise, bending at precise yet inexplicable angles as they are lost in the darkness forty, sixty, one-hundred feet overhead.
Your stainless-steel teacher's desk stands at the head of the classroom. Twenty-five student desks of molded wire, in five rows of five, sit empty before it. There is an exit to the south.
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