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The
floor
of
the
room
was
a
mesh
grid
,
like
a
giant
sheet
of
chicken
wire
Visible
beneath
the
grid
was
the
metallic
blur
of
a
huge
propeller
.
"
Free
fall
tube
,
"
Kohler
said
,
stopping
to
wait
for
him
.
"
Indoor
skydiving
.
For
stress
relief
.
It
’
s
a
vertical
wind
tunnel
.
"
Langdon
looked
on
in
amazement
.
One
of
the
free
fallers
,
an
obese
woman
,
maneuvered
toward
the
window
.
She
was
being
buffeted
by
the
air
currents
but
grinned
and
flashed
Langdon
the
thumbs
-
up
sign
.
Langdon
smiled
weakly
and
returned
the
gesture
,
wondering
if
she
knew
it
was
the
ancient
phallic
symbol
for
masculine
virility
.
The
heavyset
woman
,
Langdon
noticed
,
was
the
only
one
wearing
what
appeared
to
be
a
miniature
parachute
.
The
swathe
of
fabric
billowed
over
her
like
a
toy
.
"
What
’
s
her
little
chute
for
?
"
Langdon
asked
Kohler
.
"
It
can
’
t
be
more
than
a
yard
in
diameter
.
"
"
Friction
,
"
Kohler
said
.
"
Decreases
her
aerodynamics
so
the
fan
can
lift
her
.
"
He
started
down
the
the
corridor
again
.
"
One
square
yard
of
drag
will
slow
a
falling
body
almost
twenty
percent
.
"
Langdon
nodded
blankly
.
He
never
suspected
that
later
that
night
,
in
a
country
hundreds
of
miles
away
,
the
information
would
save
his
life
.
When
Kohler
and
Langdon
emerged
from
the
rear
of
CERN
’
s
main
complex
into
the
stark
Swiss
sunlight
,
Langdon
felt
as
if
he
’
d
been
transported
home
.
The
scene
before
him
looked
like
an
Ivy
League
campus
.
A
grassy
slope
cascaded
downward
onto
an
expansive
lowlands
where
clusters
of
sugar
maples
dotted
quadrangles
bordered
by
brick
dormitories
and
footpaths
.
Scholarly
looking
individuals
with
stacks
of
books
hustled
in
and
out
of
buildings
.
As
if
to
accentuate
the
collegiate
atmosphere
,
two
longhaired
hippies
hurled
a
Frisbee
back
and
forth
while
enjoying
Mahler
’
s
Fourth
Symphony
blaring
from
a
dorm
window
.
