You are exploring a universe beneath the streets of New York City. You hear a strange scraping noise. There is a dim light. The odor of limes fill your nostrils. In your left hand is the book Strange Brains and Genius.

You are currently 740 feet below the city.
You step in some Day-Glow substance -- psychedelic vomit? You quickly withdraw your foot and recoil from the hideous stench.

Click on either angelic light to continue your journey. Do not despair. If you ever find the golden calf, let me know.