The Federated Nations have collapsed. Lennon City-Tokyo, Feingrad, Nuevo Paris thunder with strife and violence. In Capitol City, seventy thousand crazed rioters storm the Washington Monument. As the weapons of oblivion assemble on the horizon, the long-feared apocalypse seems inevitable. The howling, demented crowd shrieks for action. Only Doctor Virgil understands the narrow, mysterious path to your civilization's survival. But Virgil desperately seeks a Mind Adventurer! Do you dare?
Robert Pinsky is an American poet, essayist, literary critic, and translator. From 1997 to 2000, he served as Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress. Pinsky is the author of nineteen books, most of which are collections of his own poetry. His published work also includes critically acclaimed translations, including The Inferno of Dante Alighieri and The Separate Notebooks by Czesław Miłosz. He teaches at Boston University and is the poetry editor at Slate. wikipedia
This 1984 hardcover book came with an 8-bit text-based game (aka "text adventure", aka "interactive fiction"), both of which were written by Robert Pinsky. Pinsky is a poet of note: he served as the Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 1997 to 2000, and his poetry was nominated for a Pulitzer.
The premise is that you (2nd-person narrative) must dive into the minds of prominent historical figures in an attempt to save the world. Apparently (p46), no one has survived more than a few seconds after diving into the mind of Edward Teller (in real life, I met Teller in the late '90s, and he didn't seem *that* bad). I haven't played the game yet, but it's on my TODO list.
In the 1980s, game copy protection could be achieved merely by including content in the accompanying printed materials, since there were no document OCR or digitizing technologies available at the time. Pinsky literally put the copy protection directly into his book's poetry (changing the parts involved in the protection). Here's how one begins:
"Afternoon sun on her back, calm irregular slap of water against a dock."...
I didn't learn to love poetry until my 40s, so I'm glad I didn't discover them gem until now. Time to play the game.