Angels & Demons - Hassaan Bin Khalil
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word. Five days before her ninth birthday, Vittoria moved to Geneva. She attended Geneva<br />
International School during the day and learned from her father at night.<br />
Three years later Leonardo Vetra was hired by CERN. Vittoria and Leonardo relocated to a<br />
wonderland the likes of which the young Vittoria had never imagined.<br />
Vittoria Vetra’s body felt numb as she strode down the LHC tunnel. She saw her muted reflection in<br />
the LHC and sensed her father’s absence. Normally she existed in a state of deep calm, in harmony<br />
with the world around her. But now, very suddenly, nothing made sense. The last three hours had been<br />
a blur.<br />
It had been 10 A.M. in the Balearic Islands when Kohler’s call came through. Your father has been<br />
murdered. Come home immediately. Despite the sweltering heat on the deck of the dive boat, the words<br />
had chilled her to the bone, Kohler’s emotionless tone hurting as much as the news.<br />
Now she had returned home. But home to what? CERN, her world since she was twelve, seemed<br />
suddenly foreign. Her father, the man who had made it magical, was gone.<br />
Deep breaths, she told herself, but she couldn’t calm her mind. The questions circled faster and<br />
faster. Who killed her father? And why? Who was this American “specialist”? Why was Kohler<br />
insisting on seeing the lab?<br />
Kohler had said there was evidence that her father’s murder was related to the current project. What<br />
evidence? Nobody knew what we were working on! And even if someone found out, why would they kill<br />
him?<br />
As she moved down the LHC tunnel toward her father’s lab, Vittoria realized she was about to unveil<br />
her father’s greatest achievement without him there. She had pictured this moment much differently.<br />
She had imagined her father calling CERN’s top scientists to his lab, showing them his discovery,<br />
watching their awestruck faces. Then he would beam with fatherly pride as he explained to them how it<br />
had been one of Vittoria’s ideas that had helped him make the project a reality… that his daughter had<br />
been integral in his breakthrough. Vittoria felt a lump in her throat. My father and I were supposed to<br />
share this moment together. But here she was alone. No colleagues. No happy faces. Just an American<br />
stranger and Maximilian Kohler.<br />
Maximilian Kohler. Der König.<br />
Even as a child, Vittoria had disliked the man. Although she eventually came to respect his potent<br />
intellect, his icy demeanor always seemed inhuman, the exact antithesis of her father’s warmth. Kohler<br />
pursued science for its immaculate logic… her father for its spiritual wonder. And yet oddly there had<br />
always seemed to be an unspoken respect between the two men. Genius, someone had once explained<br />
to her, accepts genius unconditionally.<br />
Genius, she thought. My father… Dad. Dead.<br />
The entry to Leonardo Vetra’s lab was a long sterile hallway paved entirely in white tile. Langdon<br />
felt like he was entering some kind of underground insane asylum. Lining the corridor were dozens of<br />
framed, black-and-white images. Although Langdon had made a career of studying images, these were<br />
entirely alien to him. They looked like chaotic negatives of random streaks and spirals. Modern art? he<br />
mused. Jackson Pollock on amphetamines?<br />
“Scatter plots,” Vittoria said, apparently noting Langdon’s interest. “Computer representations of<br />
particle collisions. That’s the Z-particle,” she said, pointing to a faint track that was almost invisible in<br />
the confusion. “My father discovered it five years ago. Pure energy—no mass at all. It may well be the<br />
smallest building block in nature. Matter is nothing but trapped energy.”<br />
Matter is energy? Langdon cocked his head. Sounds pretty Zen. He gazed at the tiny streak in the<br />
photograph and wondered what his buddies in the Harvard physics department would say when he told<br />
them he’d spent the weekend hanging out in a Large Hadron Collider admiring Z-particles.<br />
“Vittoria,” Kohler said, as they approached the lab’s imposing steel door, “I should mention that I<br />
came down here this morning looking for your father.”