In a coarse whispering voice the oracle intones...
And with that, the crystal ball flashs a brilliant white, blinding you momentarily. And you hear with out hearing, a voice from some distant dimension...
``From past, present and future,''
``From distant dimensions as yet unseen,''
``From books, lost in time or as yet unwritten,''
``A message comes with the light for thee... ''
All computers wait at the same speed.
When your vision returns the oracle has returned to the way she was before.
You can return to the ante-chamber or throw another silver zorkmid onto the oracle's table.