nkis.txt

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It's a charcoal briquette, smoking away.
It's a clue!
It's a cookie shaped like a kitten.
It's a copy of Knuth with the chapter on kitten-search algorithms torn out.
It's a copy of the robotfindskitten EULA.
It's a copy of "The Rubaiyat of Spike Schudy".
It's a copy of "Zen and The Art of Robot Maintenance".
It's a dark, amphorous blob of matter.
It's a DVD of "Crouching Monkey, Hidden Kitten", region encoded for the moon.
It's a Dvorak keyboard.
It's a fly on the wall. Hi, fly!
It's a free beer cozy (with your paid subscription.)
It's a free Dmitry Sklyarov!
It's a free Jon Johansen!
It's a funky beat!
It's a giant slorr!
It's a gun of some sort.
It's a hologram of a crashed helicopter.
It's a "HOME ALONE 2: Lost in New York" novelty cup.
It's a hundred-dollar bill.
It's a Java applet.
It's a limbo bar! How low can you go?
It's a Linux install CD.
IT'S ALIVE! AH HA HA HA HA!
It's all a dream.
It's a lost wallet. It's owner didn't have pets, so you discard it.
It's a mighty zombie talking about some love and prosperity.
It's a moment of silence.
It's a mousetrap, baited with soap.
It's an altar to the horse god.
It's an autographed copy of "Secondary Colors," by Bob Ross.
It's an autographed copy of "Secondary Colors", by Bob Ross.
It's an automated robot-disdainer. It pretends you're not there.
It's Andrew Plotkin plotting something.
It's a NetBSD install CD.
It's an Internet chain letter about sodium laureth sulfate.
It's an inverted billiard ball!
It's an old Duke Ellington record.
It's an ordinary bust of Beethoven... but why is it painted green?
It's another robot, more advanced in design than you but strangely immobile.
It's a perpetual immobility machine.
It's a piece of cloth used to cover a stage in between performances.
It's a pool with a straw in it.
It's a portable hole. A sign reads: "Closed for the winter".
It's a Quaker Oatmeal tube, converted into a drum.
It's a recursive recursive recursive recursive recursive...
It's a revised business plan for a new startup, my.kitten.net.
It's a rim shot. Ba-da-boom!
It's a roll of industrial-strength copper wire.
It's a rotten old shoe.
It's a segmentation fault. Core dumped, by the way.
It's a Shamrock Shake(tm). At least I hope it is.
It's Asimov's Laws of Robotics. You feel a strange affinity for them.
It's a solitary vaccuum tube.
It's a solitary vacuum tube.
It's a squad of Keystone Kops.
It's a square.
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 U.S. president.
It's a wonderful life.
It's a zen simulation, trapped within an ASCII character.
It's Babe Flathead's favorite bat.
It's Bach's Mass in B-minor!
It's Brian Kernigan.
It's "Chicken Soup for the Kitten-seeking Soulless Robot."
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 Death.
It's Dennis Ritchie.
It seems to be a copy of "A Tail of Two Kitties".
It's either a mirror, or another soulless kitten-seeking robot.
It's Emporer Shaddam the 4th's planet!
It's "Finding kitten", published by O'Reilly and Associates.
It's Grundle, the Green Dragon.
It's just an object.
It's Kieran Hervold. Damn dyslexia!
It's KITT, the talking car.
It's Lucy Ricardo. "Aaaah, Ricky!", she says.
It's Mary Poppins!
It's nothing but a corrupted floppy. Coaster anyone?
It's nothing but a G-thang, baby.
It's nothing in particular.
It's Princess Leia, the yodel of life.
It's Professor Feedlebom.
It's Rhindle, the Red Dragon.
It's Richard Nixon's nose!
It's Roya Naini.
It's scenery for "Waiting for Godot".
It's Sirhan-Sirhan, looking guilty.
It's some compromising photos of Babar the Elephant.
It's the amazing self-referential thing that's not kitten.
It's the ASCII Floating Head of Seth David Schoen!
It's the astounding meta-object.
It's the author of "Randomness and Mathematical Proof".
It's the Bass-Matic '76! Mmm, that's good bass!
It's the constellation Pisces.
It's the cork to someone's lunch.
It's the crusty exoskeleton of an arthropod!
It's the Donation of Constantine!
It's the embalmed corpse of Vladimir Lenin.
It's the Golden Banana of Discord!
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 missing chapter to "A Clockwork Orange".
It's the phrase "and her", written in ancient Greek.
It's the proverbial wet blanket.
It's the Tiki Room.
It's the triangle leg adjacent to an angle divided by the leg opposite it.
It's the Will Rogers Highway. Who was Will Rogers, anyway?
It's this message, nothing more.
It's TV's lovable wisecracking Crow! "Bite me!", he says.
It's Uncle Doctor Hurkamur!
It's "War and Peace" (unabridged, very small print).
It's Yorgle, the Yellow Dragon.
It's your favorite game -- robotfindscatan!
Judith Platt insults librarians.
Just a big brick wall.
Just a box of backscratchers.
Just a broken hard drive containg the archives of Nerth Pork.
Just a cage of white mice.
Just a man selling an albatross.
Just a moldy loaf of bread.
Just a monitor with the blue element burnt out.
Just an autographed copy of the Kama Sutra.
Just a pincushion.
Just some glop of some sort.
Just some old play by a Czech playwright, and you can't read Czech.
Just some stuff.
Just some swamp gas.
Just the empty husk of a locust.
Just Walter Mattheau and Jack Lemmon.
"Kibo was here"
"Kilroy was here"
Kitten is the letter 'Q'. Oh, wait, maybe not.
"Lend us a fiver 'til Thursday", pleas Andy Capp.
Leonard Richardson is here, asking people to lick him.
Long lost needle nose pliers.
Look at that, it's the Crudmobile.
Look, it's Fanny the Irishman!
Look out! Exclamation points!
Lysine, an essential amino acid. Well, maybe not for robots.
"Mail Routing and the Domain System" by Craig Partridge.
Marvin is complaining about the pain in the diodes down his left side.
"Meow meow meow meow..." How discouraging! It's only a recording.
More grist for the mill.
"Move along! Nothing to see here!"
Mr. Hooper is here, surfing.
Mr. Kamikaze and Mr. DNA are here drinking tea.
Ne'er but a potted plant.
Nipples, dimples, knuckles, NICKLES, wrinkles, pimples!!
No kitten here.
"No!" says the bit.
Not kitten, just a packet of Kool-Aid(tm).
Oh boy! Grub! Er, grubs.
ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND CARPET FIBERS!!!!!
One of the few remaining discoes.
One of those stupid "Homes of the Stars" maps.
One person shouts "What do we want?" The crowd answers "Free Dmitry!"
"On this spot in 1962, Henry Winkler was sick."
Ooh, shiny!
Paul Moyer's necktie.
Plenty of nothing.
"Plexar was here"
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 may not injure kitten, or, through inaction, ..."
Robot should not be touching that.
Roger Avery, persona un famoso de los Estados Unidos.
Run away! Run away!
Seargent Duffy is here.
Seven 1/4" screws and a piece of plastic.
Several meters of cat5 cable.
Sigmund Freud is here asking about your mother.
Slack!
Snarf?
Some coconut crabs are milling about here.
Someone has written "ad aerarium" on the ground here.
Someone is talking to Ralph on the big white phone here.
Someone's identity disk lies here.
Some sort of electronic handheld game from the 1970s.
Something is written here in the dust. You read: "rJbotfndQkttten".
So, THAT's what an invisible barrier looks like!
Spoon!!!
Stimutacs.
"Sure hope we get some rain soon," says Farmer Joe.
Sutro Tower is visible at some distance through the fog.
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 boom box cranks out an old Ethel Merman tune.
The Digital Millennium Copyright Act of 1998.
The dirty old tramp bemoans the loss of his harmonica.
The ghost of your dance instructor, his face a paper-white mask of evil.
The Inform Designer's Manual (4th edition)
The intermission from a 1930s silent movie.
The ionosphere seems charged with meaning.
The letters O and R.
The Monolith of Spam towers above you.
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.
There is an opulent throne here.
"There is no kitten!" cackles the old crone. You are shocked by her blasphemy.
There is no tea here.
There's nothing here; it's just an optical illusion.
The rothe hits! The rothe hits!
The score for a Czech composer's "Kitten-Finding Symphony in C".
These aren't ordinary beans. They're magic beans!
The spectre of Sherlock Holmes wills you onwards.
The swampy ground around you seems to stink with disease.
"The Theory and Practice of Oligarchical Collectivism" by Emmanuel Goldstein.
The United States Court of Appeals for the Federal Circuit.
The World's Biggest Motzah Ball!
The world's largest ball of pocket lint.
...thingy???
This appears to be a rather large stack of trashy romance novels.
This appears to be a statue of Perseus.
This balogna has a first name, it's R-A-N-C-I-D.
This copy of "Steal This Book" has been stolen from a bookstore.
This corroded robot is clutching a mitten.
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 large brown bear. Oddly enough, it's currently peeing in the woods.
This is an anagram.
This is another fine mess you've gotten us into, Stanley.
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 isn't the item you're looking for.
This is the chapter called "A Map of the Cat?" from Feynman's autobiography.
This is the forest primeval.
This is the tenth key you've found so far.
This is the world-famous Chain of Jockstraps.
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 kit is the fourteenth in a series of kits named with Roman letters.
This looks like Bradley's "Appearance and Reality", but it's really not.
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 nonkitten may contain peanuts.
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 smiling family is happy because they eat LARD.
This subwoofer was blown out in 1974.
This toaster strudel is riddled with bullet holes!
This tomography is like, hella axial, man!
This TRS-80 III is eerily silent.
This was no boating accident!
Three half-pennies and a wooden nickel.
Thunder, Thunder, Thunder, Thunder Cats!!!
Tigerbot Hesh.
"Topsoil's all gone, ma," weeps Lil' Greg.
TV says donuts are high in fat.
'Twas brillig in the slivey-toves...
Two crepes, two crepes in a box.
Vladimir Lenin's casket rests here.
Wait! This isn't the poker chip! You've been tricked! DAMN YOU, MENDEZ!
Werner's "Pocket Field Guide to Things That Are Not Kitten".
We wish you a merry kitten, and a happy New Year!
What in blazes is this?
What's that blue thing doing here?
Why are you touching this when you should be finding kitten?
YEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAA!!!!!
"Yes!" says the bit.
You can see right through this copy of Brin's "Transparent Society".
You disturb a murder of crows.
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 found Chinchilla! Too bad this isn't "Robot Finds Chinchilla".
You found kitten! No, just kidding.
You found netkit! Way to go, robot!
You found nettik, but that's backwards.
You found Parakeet. Too bad this isn't "Robot Finds Parakeet".
You found Puppy! Too bad this isn't "Robot Finds Puppy".
You found the marble in the oatmeal!
You have found some zinc, but you must not stop here, for you must find kitten.
You have new mail in /var/spool/robot
You hit the non-kitten item. The non-kitten item fails to yowl.
You really don't want to know what this is.
Your pal Floyd is here and wants to play Hucka-Bucka-Beanstalk.
Your State Farm Insurance(tm) representative!
You see a snowflake here, melting slowly.
You stumble upon Bill Gates' stand-up act.
You suddenly yearn for your distant homeland.
You've found Harvey, the Wonder Hamster!
You've found... Oh wait, that's just a cat.
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.