It was here, in the deepest recesses of the mountain, that Julián finally spotted his father and came to an abrupt halt.
The king of Spain was completely alone, covered with heavy blankets, and slumped in a wheelchair.
CHAPTER 87
INSIDE THE MAIN sanctuary of the deserted chapel, Langdon and Ambra followed Winston’s voice around the perimeter of the two-story supercomputer. Through the heavy glass, they heard a deep vibrating thrum emanating from the colossal machine inside. Langdon had the eerie sense that he was peering into a cage at an incarcerated beast.
The noise, according to Winston, was generated not by the electronics but by the vast array of centrifugal fans, heat sinks, and liquid coolant pumps required to keep the machine from overheating.
“It’s deafening in there,” Winston said. “And freezing. Fortunately, Edmond’s lab is on the second floor.”
A freestanding spiral staircase rose ahead, affixed to the outer wall of the glass enclosure. On Winston’s command, Langdon and Ambra climbed the stairs and found themselves standing on a metal platform before a glass revolving door.
To Langdon’s amusement, this futuristic entrance to Edmond’s lab had been decorated as if it were a suburban home—complete with a welcome mat, a fake potted plant, and a little bench under which sat a pair of house slippers, which Langdon realized wistfully must have been Edmond’s.
Above the door hung a framed message.
Success is the ability to go
from one failure to another
with no loss of enthusiasm.
—WINSTON CHURCHILL
“More Churchill,” Langdon said, pointing it out to Ambra.
“Edmond’s favorite quote,” Winston chimed. “He said it pinpoints the single greatest strength of computers.”
“Computers?” Ambra asked.
“Yes, computers are infinitely persistent. I can fail billions of times with no trace of frustration. I embark upon my billionth attempt at solving a problem with the same energy as my first. Humans cannot do that.”
“True,” Langdon admitted. “I usually give up after my millionth attempt.”
Ambra smiled and moved toward the door.
“The floor inside is glass,” Winston said as the revolving door began turning automatically. “So please remove your shoes.”
Within seconds, Ambra had kicked off her shoes and stepped barefoot through the rotating portal. As Langdon followed suit, he noticed that Edmond’s welcome mat bore an unusual message:
THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE 127.0.0.1
“Winston, this mat? I don’t under—”
“Local host,” Winston replied.
Langdon read the mat again. “I see,” he said, not seeing at all, and continued through the revolving door.
When Langdon stepped out onto the glass floor, he felt a moment of weak-kneed uncertainty. Standing on a transparent surface in his socks was unnerving enough, but to find himself hovering directly over the MareNostrum computer downstairs felt doubly disconcerting. From up here, viewing the phalanx of stately racks below reminded Langdon of peering down into China’s famous Xi’an archeological pit at the army of terra-cotta soldiers.
Langdon took a deep breath and raised his eyes to the bizarre space before him.
Edmond’s lab was a transparent rectangle dominated by the metallic blue-gray cube he had seen earlier, its glossy surface reflecting everything around it. To the right of the cube, at one end of the room, was an ultra-sleek office space with a semicircular desk, three giant LCD screens, and assorted keyboards recessed into the granite work surface.
“Mission control,” Ambra whispered.
Langdon nodded and glanced toward the opposite end of the chamber, where armchairs, a couch, and an exercise bike were arranged on an Oriental carpet.
A supercomputing man cave, Langdon mused, suspecting that Edmond had all but moved into this glass box while working on his project. What did he discover up here? Langdon’s initial hesitation had passed, and he now felt the growing pull of intellectual curiosity—the yearning to learn what mysteries had been unveiled up here, what secrets had been unearthed by the collaboration of a genius mind and a powerful machine.
Ambra had already padded across the floor to the massive cube and was gazing up in bewilderment at its polished blue-gray surface. Langdon joined her, both of them reflected in its shiny exterior.
This is a computer? Langdon wondered. Unlike the machine downstairs, this one was dead silent—inert and lifeless—a metallic monolith. The machine’s bluish hue reminded Langdon of a 1990s supercomputer called “Deep Blue,” which had stunned the world by defeating world chess champion Garry Kasparov. Since then, the advances in computing technology were almost impossible to comprehend.
“Would you like to look inside?” Winston chimed from a set of speakers overhead.
Ambra shot a startled glance upward. “Look inside the cube?”
“Why not?” Winston replied. “Edmond would have been proud to show you its inner workings.”
“Not necessary,” Ambra said, turning her eyes toward Edmond’s office. “I’d rather focus on entering the password. How do we do that?”
“It will take only a matter of seconds, and we still have more than eleven minutes before we can launch. Have a look inside.”
Before them, a panel on the side of the cube facing Edmond’s office began to slide open, revealing a thick pane of glass. Langdon and Ambra circled around and pressed their faces to the transparent portal.
Langdon expected to see yet another densely packed cluster of wires and blinking lights. But he saw nothing of the sort. To his bewilderment, the inside of the cube was dark and empty—like a small vacant room. The only contents appeared to be wisps of white mist that swirled in the air as if the room were a walk-in freezer. The thick Plexiglas panel radiated a surprising coldness.