Secret Agent Law Student

I come into the law school to study around 6:30-7:00 on most mornings. My usual study nook is the law student "lounge" in the library - or as I like to call it "the cage" since it's mostly just an area glassed off from the rest of the library, which can make me feel a bit like a zoo animal on display for the rest of the library (or perhaps just cordoned off for the safety of the stray undergrads and/or bums who make it into the building, but of course I digress). To access this area, I must swipe my Huskey Card four times: once to get into the building, once to get on the elevator (the only way to reach any secondary floor before 8 a.m.), once to get into the library, and once again to reach the promised land of whispering and snoring that is the law student lounge. For all of the security clearance required to reach my destination, I feel that there should be infinitely niftier gadgets in the law student lounge. There are admittedly some slightly comfortable seats and a spout from whence spurts steaming water for tea and possibly third degree burns, depending on one's mood. I appreciate these things. I also appreciate having any space that allows me to eat my lunch in peace. Nonetheless, I feel like I am one retinal scan short of a 1960's spy show; should I ever (heaven forbid) forget my card, I would probably need to lower myself from the ceiling Tom-Cruise-style after neutralizing the librarians Steven-Segal-Style. As such, we should at least have things that rise up from the floor and some kind of mainframe computer that... I don't know... refills my tea for me? I'd take an Aston Martin and some nifty high tech weapons, but I know we're in a budget crunch here. At the very least, I want computers with soothing anthropomorphic voices greeting me personally as I enter the room. During National Library Week (or whatever the holiday was that involved some kind of candy in a jar contest and an elaborate crossword puzzle), they did maintain a well-stocked bowl of candy on one of the tables, which went a long ways towards sating my need for something a little more exciting at the end of the long trek. As Whatever-it-was Week has passed, this is sadly absent. At any rate, I suppose I may have to start bringing my mp3 player to school with me so that I can blare the theme from Secret Agent Man as I make my trek through the building.