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When he saw his selection, he knew he had chosen well. She was exactly as he had requested. He crossed the room and ran a dark finger across her ivory abdomen.
I killed last night, he thought. You are my reward. But not in the modern sense. The rumors of satanic black-magic animal sacrifices and the pentagram ritual were nothing but lies spread by the church as a smear campaign against their adversaries.
Over time, opponents of the church, wanting to emulate the Illuminati, began believing the lies and acting them out. Thus, modern Satanism was born. Kohler grunted abruptly. I want to know how this symbol got here. The brotherhood kept the design secret, allegedly planning to reveal it only when they had amassed enough power to resurface and carry out their final goal.
There is one chapter of Illuminati history that I have not yet explained. They were taken in by another secret society. The brotherhood of the Masons currently had over five million members worldwide, half of them residing in the United States, and over one million of them in Europe. The Masons fell victim of their own benevolence. After harboring the fleeing scientists in the s, the Masons unknowingly became a front for the Illuminati.
The Illuminati grew within their ranks, gradually taking over positions of power within the lodges. Then the Illuminati used the worldwide connection of Masonic lodges to spread their influence. They feared that if religion continued to promote pious myth as absolute fact, scientific progress would halt, and mankind would be doomed to an ignorant future of senseless holy wars. Kohler was right.
Holy wars were still making headlines. My God is better than your God. It seemed there was always close correlation between true believers and high body counts.
Langdon gathered his thoughts and continued. The Illuminati took advantage of the infiltration and helped found banks, universities, and industry to finance their ultimate quest. They called it their Luciferian Doctrine. The church claimed Lucifer was a reference to the devil, but the brotherhood insisted Lucifer was intended in its literal Latin meaning—bringer of light.
Or Illuminator. Langdon, please sit down. Kohler moved his wheelchair closer. He was also a friend. I need you to help me locate the Illuminati.
Despite appearances, it is extremely unlikely that this brand was put here by the Illuminati. There has been no evidence of their existence for over half a century, and most scholars agree the Illuminati have been defunct for many years.
Kohler stared through the fog with a look somewhere between stupefaction and anger. The appearance of the Illuminati ambigram was astonishing. Symbologists worldwide would be dazzled. Apparently a lot of people think this group is still active. He had always been annoyed by the plethora of conspiracy theories that circulated in modern pop culture.
What does this murder prove? He also was having trouble imagining where anyone could have turned up the Illuminati brand after years. The Illuminati may have believed in the abolition of Christianity, but they wielded their power through political and financial means, not through terrorists acts.
Furthermore, the Illuminati had a strict code of morality regarding who they saw as enemies. They held men of science in the highest regard. There is no way they would have murdered a fellow scientist like Leonardo Vetra. For the love of God, Langdon groaned. He followed. Kohler was waiting for him in a small alcove at the end of the hallway. Langdon peered into the study and immediately felt his skin crawl. Holy mother of Jesus, he said to himself.
He watched as images flashed before him—live feeds from hundreds of wireless video cameras that surveyed the sprawling complex. The images went by in an endless procession. An ornate hallway. A private office. An industrial-size kitchen. As the pictures went by, the guard fought off a daydream. He was nearing the end of his shift, and yet he was still vigilant. Service was an honor. Someday he would be granted his ultimate reward.
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As his thoughts drifted, an image before him registered alarm. Suddenly, with a reflexive jerk that startled even himself, his hand shot out and hit a button on the control panel. The picture before him froze. His nerves tingling, he leaned toward the screen for a closer look. The reading on the monitor told him the image was being transmitted from camera 86—a camera that was supposed to be overlooking a hallway. But the image before him was most definitely not a hallway.
Kohler said nothing as he followed Langdon inside. Langdon scanned the room, not having the slightest idea what to make of it. It contained the most peculiar mix of artifacts he had ever seen. On the far wall, dominating the decor, was an enormous wooden crucifix, which Langdon placed as fourteenth-century Spanish. Above the cruciform, suspended from the ceiling, was a metallic mobile of the orbiting planets.
To the left was an oil painting of the Virgin Mary, and beside that was a laminated periodic table of elements. Langdon moved into the room, looking around in astonishment. Talk about eclectic, Langdon thought. The warmth felt good, but something about the decor sent a new set of chills through his body. He felt like he was witnessing the clash of two philosophical titans.
He scanned the titles on the bookshelf: Langdon turned. I thought you said he was a physicist. Men of science and religion are not unprecedented in history.
Leonardo was one of them. He considered himself a theo-physicist. Langdon thought it sounded impossibly oxymoronic. Leonardo was responsible for many of them. He called the field New Physics.
Langdon studied the cover. Leonardo believed his research had the potential to convert millions to a more spiritual life. Last year he categorically proved the existence of an energy force that unites us all.
He actually demonstrated that we are all physically connected. And the power of God shall unite us all. Vetra actually found a way to demonstrate that particles are connected? Langdon suddenly found himself thinking of the antireligious Illuminati. Reluctantly, he forced himself to permit a momentary intellectual foray into the impossible. If the Illuminati were indeed still active, would they have killed Leonardo to stop him from bringing his religious message to the masses?
Langdon shook off the thought. The Illuminati are ancient history! All academics know that! Even here at CERN. They felt that using analytical physics to support religious principles was a treason against science. Ask yourself why the U. Christian Coalition is the most influential lobby against scientific progress in the world. The battle between science and religion is still raging, Mr.
It has moved from the battlefields to the boardrooms, but it is still raging. Just last week the Harvard School of Divinity had marched on the Biology Building, protesting the genetic engineering taking place in the graduate program. The chairman of the Bio Department, famed ornithologist Richard Aaronian, defended his curriculum by hanging a huge banner from his office window.
Kohler reached down into the array of electronics on his wheelchair. He slipped a beeper out of its holder and read the incoming message. Vetra is arriving at the helipad right now. We will meet her there. I think it best she not come up here and see her father this way.
It would be a shock no child deserved. Vetra to explain the project she and her father have been working on. Leonardo told me he was working on something groundbreaking. That is all he said.
He had become very secretive about the project. He had a private lab and demanded seclusion, which I gladly afforded him on account of his brilliance. His work had been consuming huge amounts of electric power lately, but I refrained from questioning him.
Langdon followed, not knowing what to expect. He ushered Langdon to join him. Look at his face? Langdon frowned. I thought you said something was stolen.
Hesitantly, Langdon knelt down. Kohler held it there a moment. A single hazel eye stared lifelessly back at him. The other socket was tattered and empty. The sun helped dissolve the image of the empty eye socket emblazoned into his mind. The electric wheelchair seemed to accelerate effortlessly. Vetra will be arriving any moment. Besides, there was the eye. The missing eye is proof.
Cult specialists see desultory defacement from inexperienced fringe sects—zealots who commit random acts of terrorism—but the Illuminati have always been more deliberate.
It serves no higher purpose. He turned. Langdon, believe me, that missing eye does indeed serve a higher purpose. A chopper appeared, arching across the open valley toward them. It banked sharply, then slowed to a hover over a helipad painted on the grass.
Somehow, he doubted it. As the skids touched down, a pilot jumped out and started unloading gear. There was a lot of it—duffels, vinyl wet bags, scuba tanks, and crates of what appeared to be high-tech diving equipment. Langdon was confused. She studies the interconnectivity of life systems. Einstein and tuna fish? He was starting to wonder if the X space plane had mistakenly dropped him off on the wrong planet. A moment later, Vittoria Vetra emerged from the fuselage.
Robert Langdon realized today was going to be a day of endless surprises. Descending from the chopper in her khaki shorts and white sleeveless top, Vittoria Vetra looked nothing like the bookish physicist he had expected. Lithe and graceful, she was tall with chestnut skin and long black hair that swirled in the backwind of the rotors. Her face was unmistakably Italian—not overly beautiful, but possessing full, earthy features that even at twenty yards seemed to exude a raw sensuality.
As the air currents buffeted her body, her clothes clung, accentuating her slender torso and small breasts. Langdon mused. The ancient Buddhist art of meditative stretching seemed an odd proficiency for the physicist daughter of a Catholic priest. Langdon watched Vittoria approach. She had obviously been crying, her deep sable eyes filled with emotions Langdon could not place.
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Still, she moved toward them with fire and command. Her limbs were strong and toned, radiating the healthy luminescence of Mediterranean flesh that had enjoyed long hours in the sun. When she spoke, her voice was smooth—a throaty, accented English. You would be better to remember him as he was. A group of scientists passing near the helipad waved happily. Then she turned to Kohler, her face now clouded with confusion. Including a thorough examination of his lab.
Your father has told me only two things about your current project. And two, that it is not ready for public disclosure because it is still hazardous technology. Considering these two facts, I would prefer strangers not poke around inside his lab and either steal his work or kill themselves in the process and hold CERN liable. Do I make myself clear? I need you to take us to your lab.
What evidence? Kohler was dabbing his mouth again. He could hear her breathing slowly and deliberately, as if somehow trying to filter her grief. Langdon wanted to say something to her, offer his sympathy. He too had once felt the abrupt hollowness of unexpectedly losing a parent. He remembered the funeral mostly, rainy and gray. Two days after his twelfth birthday. The house was filled with gray-suited men from the office, men who squeezed his hand too hard when they shook it.
They were all mumbling words like cardiac and stress. It was the most beautiful thing Langdon had ever seen. A few days later, Langdon got a stool, retrieved the rose, and took it back to the store. His father never noticed it was gone. The ping of an elevator pulled Langdon back to the present. Vittoria and Kohler were in front of him, boarding the lift.
Langdon hesitated outside the open doors. He only used elevators when absolutely necessary. He preferred the more open spaces of stairwells. Wonderful, Langdon thought as he stepped across the cleft, feeling an icy wind churn up from the depths of the shaft. The doors closed, and the car began to descend.
Langdon pictured the darkness of the empty shaft below them. He tried to block it out by staring at the numbered display of changing floors.
Oddly, the elevator showed only two stops. Langdon was vaguely familiar with the term. He had first heard it over dinner with some colleagues at Dunster House in Cambridge. A physicist friend of theirs, Bob Brownell, had arrived for dinner one night in a rage. One of the most important scientific projects of the century! Two billion dollars into it and the Senate sacks the project! Damn Bible-Belt lobbyists! Fully accelerated particles circled the tube at over , miles per second.
Colliding particles is the key to understanding the building blocks of the universe. So CERN has a particle accelerator? Langdon thought, as the elevator dropped. A circular tube for smashing particles. He wondered why they had buried it underground. When the elevator thumped to a stop, Langdon was relieved to feel terra firma beneath his feet.
But when the doors slid open, his relief evaporated. Robert Langdon found himself standing once again in a totally alien world. The passageway stretched out indefinitely in both directions, left and right. It was a smooth cement tunnel, wide enough to allow passage of an eighteen wheeler.
Brightly lit where they stood, the corridor turned pitch black farther down. A damp wind rustled out of the darkness—an unsettling reminder that they were now deep in the earth. Langdon could almost sense the weight of the dirt and stone now hanging above his head. For an instant he was nine years old. Clenching his fists, he fought it off.
Overhead the flourescents flickered on to light her path.
The effect was unsettling, Langdon thought, as if the tunnel were alive. Langdon and Kohler followed, trailing a distance behind. The lights extinguished automatically behind them. Langdon eyed the tube, confused. It was perfectly straight, about three feet in diameter, and extended horizontally the visible length of the tunnel before disappearing into the darkness. Looks more like a high-tech sewer, Langdon thought. The circumference of this tunnel is so large that the curve is imperceptible—like that of the earth.
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This is a circle? He remembered the CERN driver saying something about a huge machine buried in the earth. 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. The waiting technician broke a light sweat. Finally his radio clicked. Somebody must have removed it. Hold on a second, will you? 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 If the camera was stolen, he wondered, why are we still getting a signal? He knew, of course, there was only one explanation. The camera was still inside the complex, and someone had simply moved it. But who? And why? He studied the monitor a long moment.
Finally he picked up his walkie-talkie. Any cupboards or dark alcoves? Thanks for your help. 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 anywhere within the heavily guarded compound—a densely packed collection of thirty-two separate buildings covering a half-mile radius.
The only clue was that the camera seemed to have been placed somewhere dark. The complex contained endless dark locations—maintenance closets, heating ducts, gardening sheds, bedroom wardrobes, even a labyrinth of underground tunnels.
Camera 86 could take weeks to locate. 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. Very troubling, indeed. Today of all days, he thought.
Security was always a top priority for his employer, but today, more than any other day in the past twelve years, security was of the utmost importance. The technician stared at the object for a long time and sensed the rumblings of a distant gathering storm.
Then, sweating, he dialed his superior. She was eight years old, living where she always had, Orfanotrofio di Siena, a Catholic orphanage near Florence, deserted by parents she never knew.
It was raining that day. The nuns had called for her twice to come to dinner, but as always she pretended not to hear. She lay outside in the courtyard, staring up at the raindrops. The nuns called again, threatening that pneumonia might make an insufferably headstrong child a lot less curious about nature. She was soaked to the bone when the young priest came out to get her. He was new there. Vittoria waited for him to grab her and drag her back inside.
Instead, to her wonder, he lay down beside her, soaking his robes in a puddle. Vittoria scowled. I already know! Everything falls! Not just rain! Everything does fall. It must be gravity. Gravity answers a lot of questions. 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, teaching her that beautiful things like rainbows and the rivers had many explanations.
He told her about light, planets, stars, and all of nature through the eyes of both God and science. Leonardo protected her like a daughter. Vittoria was happy too. She had never known the joy of having a father. When every other adult answered her questions with a slap on the wrist, Leonardo spent hours showing her books. He even asked what her ideas were.
Vittoria prayed Leonardo would stay with her forever. Then one day, her worst nightmare came true. Father Leonardo told her he was leaving the orphanage. Which is why I want to study his divine rules. The laws of physics are the canvas God laid down on which to paint his masterpiece.
But Father Leonardo had some other news. He told Vittoria he had spoken to his superiors, and they said it was okay if Father Leonardo adopted her. Father Leonardo told her. Vittoria hugged him for five minutes, crying tears of joy.
Five days before her ninth birthday, Vittoria moved to Geneva. She attended Geneva International School during the day and learned from her father at night. Vittoria and Leonardo relocated to a wonderland the likes of which the young Vittoria had never imagined. Normally she existed in a state of deep calm, in harmony with the world around her. But now, very suddenly, nothing made sense. The last three hours had been a blur.
It had been 10 A. Your father has been murdered. Come home immediately. Now she had returned home. But home to what? CERN, her world since she was twelve, seemed suddenly foreign. Her father, the man who had made it magical, was gone. The questions circled faster and faster.
Who killed her father? Why was Kohler insisting on seeing the lab?
Nobody knew what we were working on! And even if someone found out, why would they kill him? She had pictured this moment much differently. Vittoria felt a lump in her throat. My father and I were supposed to share this moment together. But here she was alone. No colleagues. No happy faces. Just an American stranger and Maximilian Kohler. Maximilian Kohler. Even as a child, Vittoria had disliked the man.
Kohler pursued science for its immaculate logic. And yet oddly there had always seemed to be an unspoken respect between the two men. Genius, someone had once explained to her, accepts genius unconditionally.
Genius, she thought. My father. Langdon felt like he was entering some kind of underground insane asylum. Lining the corridor were dozens of framed, black-and-white images. Although Langdon had made a career of studying images, these were entirely alien to him. They looked like chaotic negatives of random streaks and spirals. Modern art? Jackson Pollock on amphetamines? Pure energy—no mass at all. It may well be the smallest building block in nature.
Matter is nothing but trapped energy. Langdon cocked his head. Sounds pretty Zen. Characters Robert Langdon: A professor of symbology at Harvard University and the protagonist of the novel. He is described as wearing a pair of chino pants, turtleneck, and tweed jacket.
His name is a tribute to John Langdon. He is researching on antimatter when he is murdered by the Assassin.
He is also the adoptive father of Vittoria. Vittoria Vetra: The adopted daughter of Vetra. She, like her father, works with CERN. Her research focuses on biology and physics. The reader learns early in the novel that Vittoria worked with her father in their research of antimatter.
He murdered the pope, who is later revealed to have been his biological father. His codename for dealing with the assassin, "Janus", was taken from the two-faced Roman god of beginnings and ends, and for whom the month of January was named.
He was the Devil's Advocate for the late pope.
Commander Olivetti: The commandant of the Swiss Guard. He is initially skeptical on the claims of Langdon and Vittoria until he talks with the Hassassin. He, along with other Swiss Guards, search desperately for the missing antimatter hidden somewhere at the Vatican.
He is killed by the Hassassin at the church of Santa Maria della Vittoria. Captain Rocher: The second in command after Commander Olivetti. He is contacted by Max Kohler telling his knowledge on the real cause of the events. He is killed by Lt. Chartrand, who was under the impression that Rocher was an Illuminatus. Hassassin: The killer hired by Janus, the Camerlengo in disguise, to fulfill his plans. He is of Middle Eastern origin and displays his sadistic lust for women throughout the novel. He dies after being pushed from a balcony by Langdon at the Castel Sant'Angelo and breaking his back on a pile of cannonballs below.
He is feared at CERN despite his paralysis. His wheelchair contains electronic gadgets such as a computer, telephone, pager, video camera, and a gun. He contacts Langdon to help him find the killer of his friend, Leonardo Vetra.
He blames the Church for his paralysis, due to his highly religious parents denying him medical care as a child, becoming a scientist as a way to rebel. They are contacted by the Hassassin regarding the events happening in the Vatican. Glick has a notorious reputation as a sensationalist and conspiracy theorist journalist. Macri, meanwhile, is a veteran camera crew and a foil to Glick.
They have the first-hand account on the events in the novel, from the beginning of the conclave to the election of Mortati as pope. Lieutenant Chartrand: A young Swiss Guard.
He, together with Commander Olivetti and Capt. Rocher, search desperately for the antimatter hidden somewhere in the Vatican.
He shoots and kills Captain Rocher after he is mistaken as an Illuminatus.The exhilaration had worn off. Her research focuses on biology and physics. The electric wheelchair seemed to accelerate effortlessly. Chartrand, who was under the impression that Rocher was an Illuminatus. Vittoria and Kohler were in front of him, boarding the lift. It read 7: They can still be seen today. To the legendary George Wieser, for convincing me to write novels.
Without warning the pilot jammed on the brakes.
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