we have to realize that this means there is equal light growing. We are on the verge of a truly great period of illumination, and all of us — all of
«The Apocalypse?» she said.
«Absolutely. The Book of Revelation is a vibrant example of our shared
Someone else said, «But isn’t the Apocalypse about the end of the world? You know, the Antichrist, Armageddon, the final battle between good and evil?»
Solomon chuckled. «Who here studies Greek?»
Several hands went up.
«What does the word
«It means,» one student began, and then paused as if surprised. «
Solomon gave the boy a nod of approval. «Exactly. The Apocalypse is literally a
High over his head, the bell began to toll.
The students erupted into bewildered and thunderous applause.
CHAPTER 112
Katherine Solomon was teetering on the edge of consciousness when she was jolted by the shock wave of a deafening explosion.
Moments later, she smelled smoke.
Her ears were ringing.
There were muffled voices. Distant. Shouting. Footsteps. Suddenly she was breathing more clearly. The cloth had been pulled from her mouth.
«You’re safe,» a man’s voice whispered. «Just hold on.»
She expected the man to pull the needle out of her arm but instead he was yelling orders. «Bring the medical kit. . attach an IV to the needle. . infuse lactated Ringer’s solution. . get me a blood pressure.» As the man began checking her vital signs, he said, «Ms. Solomon, the person who did this to you. . where did he go?»
Katherine tried to speak, but she could not.
«Ms. Solomon?» the voice repeated. «Where did he go?»
Katherine tried to pry her eyes open, but she felt herself fading.
«We need to know
Katherine whispered three words in response, although she knew they made no sense. «The. . sacred. . mountain.»
Director Sato stepped over the mangled steel door and descended a wooden ramp into the hidden basement. One of her agents met her at the bottom.
«Director, I think you’ll want to see this.»
Sato followed the agent into a small room off the narrow hallway. The room was brightly lit and barren, except for a pile of clothing on the floor. She recognized Robert Langdon’s tweed coat and loafers.
Her agent pointed toward the far wall at a large, casketlike container.
Sato moved toward the container, seeing now that it was fed by a clear plastic pipe that ran through the wall. Warily, she approached the tank.
now she could see that it had a small slider on top. she reached down and slid the covering to one side, revealing a small portal-like window.
Sato recoiled.
Beneath the Plexiglas. . floated the submerged, vacant face of Professor Robert Langdon.
The endless void in which Langdon hovered was suddenly filled by a blinding sun. Rays of white-hot light streamed across the blackness of space, burning into his mind.
The light was everywhere.
Suddenly, within the radiant cloud before him, a beautiful silhouette appeared. It was a face. . blurry and indistinct. . two eyes staring at him across the void. Streams of light surrounded the face, and Langdon wondered if he was looking into the face of God.
Sato stared down into the tank, wondering if Professor Langdon had any idea what had happened. She doubted it. After all, disorientation was the entire purpose of this technology.
Sensory-deprivation tanks had been around since the fifties and were still a popular getaway for wealthy New Age experimenters. «Floating,» as it was called, offered a transcendental back-to-the-womb experience. . a kind of meditative aid that quieted brain activity by removing all sensory input — light, sound, touch, and even the pull of gravity. In traditional tanks, the person would float on his back in a hyperbuoyant saline solution that kept his face above the water so he could breathe.
In recent years, however, these tanks had taken a quantum leap.
This new technology — known as Total Liquid Ventilation (TLV) — was so counterintuitive that few believed it existed.
Liquid breathing had been a reality since 1966, when Leland C. Clark successfully kept alive a mouse that had been submerged for several hours in an oxygenated perfluorocarbon. In 1989, TLV technology made a dramatic appearance in the movie
Total Liquid Ventilation had been born of modern medicine’s attempts to help premature babies breathe by returning them to the liquid-filled state of the womb. human lungs, having spent nine months in utero, were no strangers to a liquid-filled state. perfluorocarbons had once been too viscous to be fully breathable, but modern breakthroughs had made breathable liquids almost the consistency of water.
The CIA’s Directorate of Science and Technology — «the Wizards of Langley,» as they were known within the intelligence community — had worked extensively with oxygenated perfluorocarbons to develop technologies for the U.S. military. The navy’s elite deep-ocean diving teams found that breathing oxygenated liquid, rather than the usual heliox or trimix, gave them the ability to dive to much greater depths without risk of pressure sickness. Similarly, NASA and the air force had learned that pilots equipped with a liquid breathing apparatus rather than a traditional oxygen tank could withstand far higher g-forces than usual because liquid spread the g-force more evenly throughout the internal organs than gas did.
Sato had heard that there were now «extreme experience labs» where one could try these Total Liquid Ventilation tanks — «Meditation Machines,» as they were called. This particular tank had probably been installed
