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Langdon’s heart went out to Edmond. “He was going to take his life?”
“Absolutely. And he had developed quite a sense of humor about it. While we were brainstorming creative ways to enhance the appeal of his Guggenheim presentation, he joked that maybe he should just pop his secobarbital pills at the end of his presentation and perish onstage.”
“He actually said that?” Langdon was stunned.
“He was quite lighthearted about it. He joked that nothing was better for a TV show’s ratings than seeing people die. He was correct, of course. If you analyze the world’s most viewed media events, nearly all—”
“Winston, stop. That’s morbid.” How much farther is this cable car ride? Langdon suddenly felt cramped in the tiny cabin. Ahead he saw only towers and cables as he squinted into the bright midday sun. I’m boiling, he thought, his mind spiraling in all kinds of strange directions now.
“Professor?” Winston said. “Is there anything else you would like to ask me?”
Yes! he wanted to shout as a flood of unsettling ideas began materializing in his mind. There’s a lot else!
Langdon told himself to exhale and calm down. Think clearly, Robert. You’re getting ahead of yourself.
But Langdon’s mind had begun to race too quickly to control.
He thought of how Edmond’s public death had guaranteed that his presentation would be the dominant topic of conversation on the entire planet … lifting viewership from a few million to more than five hundred million.
He thought of Edmond’s long-held desire to destroy the Palmarian Church, and how his assassination by a Palmarian Church member had almost certainly achieved that objective once and for all.
He thought of Edmond’s contempt for his harshest enemies—those religious zealots who, if Edmond had died of cancer, would smugly claim that he had been punished by God. Just as they had done, unthinkably, in the case of atheist author Christopher Hitchens. But now public perception would be that Edmond had been struck down by a religious fanatic.
Edmond Kirsch—killed by religion—martyr for science.
Langdon rose abruptly, causing the car to rock from side to side. He gripped the open windows for support, and as the car creaked, Langdon heard the echoes of Winston’s words from last night.
“Edmond wanted to build a new religion … based on science.”
As anyone who read religious history could attest, nothing cemented people’s belief faster than a human being dying for his cause. Christ on the cross. The Kedoshim of Judaism. The Shahid of Islam.
Martyrdom is at the heart of all religion.
The ideas forming in Langdon’s mind were pulling him down the rabbit hole faster with each passing moment.
New religions provide fresh answers to life’s big questions.
Where do we come from? Where are we going?
New religions condemn their competition.
Edmond had denigrated every religion on earth last night.
New religions promise a better future, and that heaven awaits.
Abundance: the future is better than you think.
Edmond, it seemed, had systematically checked all the boxes.
“Winston?” Langdon whispered, his voice trembling. “Who hired the assassin to kill Edmond?”
“That was the Regent.”
“Yes,” Langdon said, more forcefully now. “But who is the Regent? Who is the person who hired a Palmarian Church member to assassinate Edmond in the middle of his live presentation?”
Winston paused. “I hear suspicion in your voice, Professor, and you mustn’t worry. I am programmed to protect Edmond. I think of him as my very best friend.” He paused. “As an academic, you’ve surely read Of Mice and Men.”
The comment seemed apropos of nothing. “Of course, but what does that—”
Langdon’s breath caught in his throat. For a moment, he thought the cable car had slipped off its track. The horizon tilted to one side, and Langdon had to grab the wall to keep from falling.
Devoted, bold, compassionate. Those were the words Langdon had chosen in high school to defend one of literature’s most famous acts of friendship—the shocking finale of the novel Of Mice and Men—a man’s merciful killing of his beloved friend to spare him a horrible end.
“Winston,” Langdon whispered. “Please … no.”
“Trust me,” Winston said. “Edmond wanted it this way.”
CHAPTER 105
DR. MATEO VALERO—director of the Barcelona Supercomputing Center—felt disorientated as he hung up the phone and drifted out to the main sanctuary of Chapel Torre Girona to stare again at Edmond Kirsch’s spectacular two-story computer.
Valero had learned earlier this morning that he would serve as the new “overseer” of this groundbreaking machine. His initial feelings of excitement and awe, however, had just been dramatically diminished.
Minutes ago, he had received a desperate call from the well-known American professor Robert Langdon.
Langdon had told a breathless tale that only a day earlier Valero would have deemed science fiction. Today, however, having seen Kirsch’s stunning presentation as well as his actual E-Wave machine, he was inclined to believe there might be some truth to it.
The tale that Langdon told was one of innocence … a tale of the purity of machines that quite literally did exactly what was asked of them. Always. Without fail. Valero had spent his life studying these machines … learning the delicate dance of tapping their potential.
The art is in knowing how to ask.
Valero had consistently warned that artificial intelligence was advancing at a deceptively rapid pace, and that strict guidelines needed to be imposed on its ability to interact with the human world.
“Absolutely. And he had developed quite a sense of humor about it. While we were brainstorming creative ways to enhance the appeal of his Guggenheim presentation, he joked that maybe he should just pop his secobarbital pills at the end of his presentation and perish onstage.”
“He actually said that?” Langdon was stunned.
“He was quite lighthearted about it. He joked that nothing was better for a TV show’s ratings than seeing people die. He was correct, of course. If you analyze the world’s most viewed media events, nearly all—”
“Winston, stop. That’s morbid.” How much farther is this cable car ride? Langdon suddenly felt cramped in the tiny cabin. Ahead he saw only towers and cables as he squinted into the bright midday sun. I’m boiling, he thought, his mind spiraling in all kinds of strange directions now.
“Professor?” Winston said. “Is there anything else you would like to ask me?”
Yes! he wanted to shout as a flood of unsettling ideas began materializing in his mind. There’s a lot else!
Langdon told himself to exhale and calm down. Think clearly, Robert. You’re getting ahead of yourself.
But Langdon’s mind had begun to race too quickly to control.
He thought of how Edmond’s public death had guaranteed that his presentation would be the dominant topic of conversation on the entire planet … lifting viewership from a few million to more than five hundred million.
He thought of Edmond’s long-held desire to destroy the Palmarian Church, and how his assassination by a Palmarian Church member had almost certainly achieved that objective once and for all.
He thought of Edmond’s contempt for his harshest enemies—those religious zealots who, if Edmond had died of cancer, would smugly claim that he had been punished by God. Just as they had done, unthinkably, in the case of atheist author Christopher Hitchens. But now public perception would be that Edmond had been struck down by a religious fanatic.
Edmond Kirsch—killed by religion—martyr for science.
Langdon rose abruptly, causing the car to rock from side to side. He gripped the open windows for support, and as the car creaked, Langdon heard the echoes of Winston’s words from last night.
“Edmond wanted to build a new religion … based on science.”
As anyone who read religious history could attest, nothing cemented people’s belief faster than a human being dying for his cause. Christ on the cross. The Kedoshim of Judaism. The Shahid of Islam.
Martyrdom is at the heart of all religion.
The ideas forming in Langdon’s mind were pulling him down the rabbit hole faster with each passing moment.
New religions provide fresh answers to life’s big questions.
Where do we come from? Where are we going?
New religions condemn their competition.
Edmond had denigrated every religion on earth last night.
New religions promise a better future, and that heaven awaits.
Abundance: the future is better than you think.
Edmond, it seemed, had systematically checked all the boxes.
“Winston?” Langdon whispered, his voice trembling. “Who hired the assassin to kill Edmond?”
“That was the Regent.”
“Yes,” Langdon said, more forcefully now. “But who is the Regent? Who is the person who hired a Palmarian Church member to assassinate Edmond in the middle of his live presentation?”
Winston paused. “I hear suspicion in your voice, Professor, and you mustn’t worry. I am programmed to protect Edmond. I think of him as my very best friend.” He paused. “As an academic, you’ve surely read Of Mice and Men.”
The comment seemed apropos of nothing. “Of course, but what does that—”
Langdon’s breath caught in his throat. For a moment, he thought the cable car had slipped off its track. The horizon tilted to one side, and Langdon had to grab the wall to keep from falling.
Devoted, bold, compassionate. Those were the words Langdon had chosen in high school to defend one of literature’s most famous acts of friendship—the shocking finale of the novel Of Mice and Men—a man’s merciful killing of his beloved friend to spare him a horrible end.
“Winston,” Langdon whispered. “Please … no.”
“Trust me,” Winston said. “Edmond wanted it this way.”
CHAPTER 105
DR. MATEO VALERO—director of the Barcelona Supercomputing Center—felt disorientated as he hung up the phone and drifted out to the main sanctuary of Chapel Torre Girona to stare again at Edmond Kirsch’s spectacular two-story computer.
Valero had learned earlier this morning that he would serve as the new “overseer” of this groundbreaking machine. His initial feelings of excitement and awe, however, had just been dramatically diminished.
Minutes ago, he had received a desperate call from the well-known American professor Robert Langdon.
Langdon had told a breathless tale that only a day earlier Valero would have deemed science fiction. Today, however, having seen Kirsch’s stunning presentation as well as his actual E-Wave machine, he was inclined to believe there might be some truth to it.
The tale that Langdon told was one of innocence … a tale of the purity of machines that quite literally did exactly what was asked of them. Always. Without fail. Valero had spent his life studying these machines … learning the delicate dance of tapping their potential.
The art is in knowing how to ask.
Valero had consistently warned that artificial intelligence was advancing at a deceptively rapid pace, and that strict guidelines needed to be imposed on its ability to interact with the human world.
