The Doomsday Code

He sat down on the end of his bed. ‘It’s the ultimate challenge for code-breakers,’ he started. ‘It’s a several- hundred-pages-long document that’s been carbon-dated back to the twelfth century and the entire volume is written in a completely unknown language. I mean the whole thing … is a bunch of characters and glyphs that have never been used in any other written form.’

Adam’s ragged nerves seemed to be settling a little. ‘People have been trying to decipher this thing since the seventeenth century when it was first discovered. It’s been floating around from one archived library to another. Spent a hundred years or so in the papal library in Rome until the Jesuit order desperately needed some cash and flogged off a whole section of their library in 1912. It was a job-lot bought by a trader in old manuscripts called Wilfrid Voynich. He found it buried among crates of old papal paperwork. He had it for a while, and tried selling it on to various collectors. He realized there was something very special about it. He never did manage to sell it, though.’

‘What happened to it?’

‘He died in 1930, left it to his wife. She died in 1960 and left it to a friend who sold it to another dealer, a bloke called Hans Kraus. Like Voynich, he took it around a bunch of collectors hoping to make some money, but no one took it. Eventually Kraus donated it to Yale University in 1969.’ He opened a bottle of flat, weak Pepsi and took a gulp. ‘And that’s when it became public domain. And ever since then code-breakers, linguistic hackers have all been having a go at it.’ He offered the Pepsi to Maddy. She nodded and took a polite sip.

‘It really is the most incredible coded document in history,’ he continued. ‘No one — I mean no one — has managed to extract even a single meaningful sentence from it, not even a single word.’

‘Until you did.’

He nodded. ‘Until I managed to decipher that, uhh … that bit, yeah.’

‘Information,’ said Becks. ‘Adam Lewis is exhibiting behavioural stress indicators. He is concealing truth from you, Maddy.’

Adam looked at her, suspiciously. ‘Are you two some sort of secret-service types?’

Maddy laughed. ‘God, no!’ She cocked an eyebrow. ‘Becks here is pretty paranoid. She’s good at spotting things like this. So … is she right? Is there something you’re not telling me, Adam?’

‘I …’ He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing like a fisherman’s float. ‘OK … all right, I–I deciphered a little more than the sentences I made public.’

‘How much more?’

He looked up uncertainly at Maddy. ‘How do I know I can trust you?’

Maddy shook her head. ‘I can’t help you make sense of this unless you tell us what you’ve got, Adam.’ She looked at him, then around the room. Clearly the poor young man had been holed up in here for too many days. Presumably too frightened to step outside. ‘You want someone to share this with, don’t you?’

His head nodded vigorously. ‘I … yes. Actually, I’m totally freaked. This is seriously hardcore. I … yes. Jesus, tell me you can make sense of this stuff, tell me!’

‘We’ll do our best, Adam. Just let me know what you decoded.’

He licked his lips again, took a deep breath and steadied his nerves. ‘All right, then … OK, this is how it goes.’ He took another slurp from the two-litre bottle of Pepsi.

‘You must make public the last part of this message, Adam Lewis, and I promise you someone will come and explain everything. When she comes, it is important you tell her this: “Seek Cabot at Kirklees in 1194”. Do not reveal any more of this message to anyone else. The last part now follows. Pandora is the word. The word leads to truth. Fellow traveller, time to come and find it.’

‘That’s all of it?’

He nodded.

Maddy turned to Becks. ‘What do you think?’

‘At this time I can offer no data.’

Adam stood up. ‘I really have to go pee. You’re gonna stick around, right?’

Maddy nodded and watched him tiptoe across the messy floor and open the door to an equally grubby bathroom. She waited until she heard the door lock click before turning to Becks. ‘My God, Becks — this Voynich Manuscript, it’s a drop-point document! It has to be! It’s got to be another team, do you think?’

Becks’s eyes fluttered — processing going on inside. ‘This is possible. It is also possible this is a document that will be used at a later date by your team.’

Maddy shook her head. ‘No, there’s no way I’d use it now. Because it’s … look, now I know it’s been decoded by some teen hacker, I certainly wouldn’t allow Liam to use it to talk through time to us. Not now we know it’s compromised, that it’s been hacked. And I’ll tell Liam when we get back, of course. So, look, whatever happens in the future, we know we can’t use it. Therefore it has to be someone else.’

Becks nodded. ‘A logical argument.’

‘What we’ve got to do is get back home to 2001. Then I’ll send a warning message into the future, to 2056. I’ll send a warning that the Voynich Manuscript isn’t safe for any other teams to be using.’

Becks nodded approval.

There was the sound of a flushing toilet, and a moment later the lock clacked and Adam emerged. Maddy hastily picked up her anorak from his bed. ‘Adam,’ she said, ‘we have to leave. We’ve got a … got a train to catch.’

His jaw dropped open. ‘But — but … you said …’

‘We can’t stay, I’m really sorry.’

‘But I need someone else. I need someone to explain what this means!’

Maddy shook her head. ‘Sorry.’ She pointed at the door and Becks reached to open it.

‘Please don’t go! I–I’m completely freaked here! Who wrote that message? Why was it me that deciphered it? Why me?’ Adam grabbed at her arm, holding it tight.

‘I don’t know, Adam. But, look, we have to go. When I know what this all means, I’ll come back, OK? I’ll come back and tell you! I promise!’

‘Please! Don’t go!’ His grasp was tightening. Hurting her.

Becks noticed and with one swift movement she grabbed one of his fingers and twisted it savagely back. He screamed with pain and released his grip.

‘Ahhh! Jesus! It’s broken!’

Maddy winced. ‘I’m really sorry, Adam … We’ll be back, I promise.’ She stumbled out of the open door and into the hall, down the noisy wooden steps and past the young man who’d answered the door. ‘Everything OK, girls?’ he asked as they swept through the hallway towards the front door.

‘Fine,’ said Maddy hastily.

He reached out an arm in front of Becks, blocking her way. ‘Sure you don’t wanna stay and share a few beers with me and the lads?’ Lance offered her his most charming smile, the one that never let him down. ‘We could part-eee, sweetheart.’

Her cold grey eyes locked on him — calmly assessing what level of force would be appropriate to remove the obstruction from her path — but Maddy stepped in and casually pushed his arm out of her way. ‘I really wouldn’t recommend doing that — she’s, uh … she can get quite tetchy.’

CHAPTER 11

2001, New York

Liam’s stomach was groaning from the burden of consuming a dozen pancakes glistening with maple syrup. He belched so loudly it made Sal jump.

‘Shadd-yah, you are too gross!’

‘Sorry,’ he uttered shamefaced as he sat down in front of the computer screen. ‘Hello, Bob.’

› Hello, Liam, did you enjoy a good breakfast?