The Infinite Corridor (with the visitor's pass)

You are in a long, east-west corridor, brightly lit and cheerful. Potted plants break the monotony of clean, shiny floor and freshly painted walls. The ridiculousness is brought home as you pass by a flower bed, replete with fluttering butterflies. You realize this has nothing to do with the reality of MIT's old, worn Infinite Corridor.

You can logout and go home.

You can continue east.

You can go back west.

You can stop to smell the roses.

Exit back to my homepage.