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Dazed
,
Sylvie
moved
down
the
hallway
past
the
other
lounges
.
All
the
TV
rooms
were
packed
.
She
began
wondering
now
about
the
call
Kohler
had
gotten
from
the
Vatican
earlier
.
Coincidence
?
Perhaps
The
Vatican
called
CERN
from
time
to
time
as
a
"
courtesy
"
before
issuing
scathing
statements
condemning
CERN
’
s
research
—
most
recently
for
CERN
’
s
breakthroughs
in
nanotechnology
,
a
field
the
church
denounced
because
of
its
implications
for
genetic
engineering
.
CERN
never
cared
.
Invariably
,
within
minutes
after
a
Vatican
salvo
,
Kohler
’
s
phone
would
ring
off
the
hook
with
tech
-
investment
companies
wanting
to
license
the
new
discovery
.
"
No
such
thing
as
bad
press
,
"
Kohler
would
always
say
.
Sylvie
wondered
if
she
should
page
Kohler
,
wherever
the
hell
he
was
,
and
tell
him
to
turn
on
the
news
.
Did
he
care
?
Had
he
heard
?
Of
course
,
he
’
d
heard
.
He
was
probably
videotaping
the
entire
report
with
his
freaky
little
camcorder
,
smiling
for
the
first
time
in
a
year
.
As
Sylvie
continued
down
the
hall
,
she
finally
found
a
lounge
where
the
mood
was
subdued
…
almost
melancholy
.
Here
the
scientists
watching
the
report
were
some
of
CERN
’
s
oldest
and
most
respected
.
They
did
not
even
look
up
as
Sylvie
slipped
in
and
took
a
seat
.
On
the
other
side
of
CERN
,
in
Leonardo
Vetra
’
s
frigid
apartment
,
Maximilian
Kohler
had
finished
reading
the
leather
-
bound
journal
he
’
d
taken
from
Vetra
’
s
bedside
table
.
Now
he
was
watching
the
television
reports
.
After
a
few
minutes
,
he
replaced
Vetra
’
s
journal
,
turned
off
the
television
,
and
left
the
apartment
.
Far
away
,
in
Vatican
City
,
Cardinal
Mortati
carried
another
tray
of
ballots
to
the
Sistine
Chapel
chimney
.
He
burned
them
,
and
the
smoke
was
black
.
Two
ballotings
.
No
Pope
.
Flashlights
were
no
match
for
the
voluminous
blackness
of
St
.
Peter
’
s
Basilica
.
The
void
overhead
pressed
down
like
a
starless
night
,
and
Vittoria
felt
the
emptiness
spread
out
around
her
like
a
desolate
ocean
.
She
stayed
close
as
the
Swiss
Guards
and
the
camerlegno
pushed
on
.
High
above
,
a
dove
cooed
and
fluttered
away
.
As
if
sensing
her
discomfort
,
the
camerlegno
dropped
back
and
lay
a
hand
on
her
shoulder
.
A
tangible
strength
transferred
in
the
touch
,
as
if
the
man
were
magically
infusing
her
with
the
calm
she
needed
to
do
what
they
were
about
to
do
.
What
are
we
about
to
do
?
she
thought
.
This
is
madness
!
