looked nothing like he had imagined. It was perfectly straight, about three feet in diameter, and extended horizontally the visible length of the tunnel before disappearing into the darkness.
"This accelerator
Langdon was flabbergasted.
"The LHC is the largest machine in the world."
Langdon did a double take. He remembered the CERN driver saying something about a huge machine buried in the earth.
"It is over eight kilometers in diameter… and twenty-seven kilometers long."
Langdon’s head whipped around. "Twenty-seven kilometers?" He stared at the director and then turned and looked into the darkened tunnel before him. "This tunnel is twenty-seven kilometers long? That’s… that’s over sixteen miles!"
Kohler nodded. "Bored in a perfect circle. It extends all the way into France before curving back here to this spot. Fully accelerated particles will circle the tube more than ten thousand times in a single second before they collide."
Langdon’s legs felt rubbery as he stared down the gaping tunnel. "You’re telling me that CERN dug out millions of tons of earth just to smash tiny particles?"
Kohler shrugged. "Sometimes to find truth, one must move mountains."
16
Hundreds of miles from CERN, a voice crackled through a walkie-talkie. "Okay, I’m in the hallway."
The technician monitoring the video screens pressed the button on his transmitter. "You’re looking for camera #86. It’s supposed to be at the far end."
There was a long silence on the radio. The waiting technician broke a light sweat. Finally his radio clicked.
"The camera isn’t here," the voice said. "I can see where it was mounted, though. Somebody must have removed it."
The technician exhaled heavily. "Thanks. Hold on a second, will you?"
Sighing, he redirected his attention to the bank of video screens in front of him. Huge portions of the complex were open to the public, and wireless cameras had gone missing before, usually stolen by visiting pranksters looking for souvenirs. But as soon as a camera left the facility and was out of range, the signal was lost, and the screen went blank. Perplexed, the technician gazed up at the monitor. A crystal clear image was still coming from camera #86.
He studied the monitor a long moment. Finally he picked up his walkie-talkie. "Are there any closets in that stairwell? Any cupboards or dark alcoves?"
The voice replying sounded confused. "No. Why?"
The technician frowned. "Never mind. Thanks for your help." He turned off his walkie-talkie and pursed his lips.
Considering the small size of the video camera and the fact that it was wireless, the technician knew that camera #86 could be transmitting from just about
Despite the dilemma posed by the camera’s relocation, there was another far more unsettling matter at hand. The technician gazed up at the image the lost camera was transmitting. It was a stationary object. A modern- looking device like nothing the technician had ever seen. He studied the blinking electronic display at its base.
Although the guard had undergone rigorous training preparing him for tense situations, he still sensed his pulse rising. He told himself not to panic. There had to be an explanation. The object appeared too small to be of significant danger. Then again, its presence inside the complex was troubling.
Security was always a top priority for his employer, but
Then, sweating, he dialed his superior.
17
Not many children could say they remembered the day they met their father, but Vittoria Vetra could. She was eight years old, living where she always had,
She was soaked to the bone when the young priest came out to get her. She didn’t know him. He was new there. Vittoria waited for him to grab her and drag her back inside. But he didn’t. Instead, to her wonder, he lay down beside her, soaking his robes in a puddle.
"They say you ask a lot of questions," the young man said.
Vittoria scowled. "Are questions bad?"
He laughed. "Guess they were right."
"What are you doing out here?"
"Same thing you’re doing… wondering why raindrops fall."
"I’m not wondering why they fall! I already know!"
The priest gave her an astonished look. "You
"Sister Francisca says raindrops are angels’ tears coming down to wash away our sins."
"Wow!" he said, sounding amazed. "So
"No it doesn’t!" the girl fired back. "Raindrops fall because
The priest scratched his head, looking perplexed. "You know, young lady, you’re right. Everything
"It must be
He gave her an astonished look. "You haven’t heard of
"No."
The priest shrugged sadly. "Too bad. Gravity answers a
Vittoria sat up. "What’s gravity?" she demanded. "Tell me!"
The priest gave her a wink. "What do you say I tell you over dinner."
The young priest was Leonardo Vetra. Although he had been an award-winning physics student while in university, he’d heard another call and gone into the seminary. Leonardo and Vittoria became unlikely best friends in the lonely world of nuns and regulations. Vittoria made Leonardo laugh, and he took her under his wing,