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The Experiment 117
It took some trial and error at different exposure times, with minor
adjustments of the lenses and mirrors each time. On the seventh
try the image was clear, floating in space just a few inches on the
other side of the plate.
“Look!” cried Rachel. “Do you see?”
“Yes, by God!” said Arnold with awe. “It’s Brillig’s stone, in
three dimensions!”
“Not only that,” said Rachel. “Move your head . . . there! Do
you see it?”
I was craning over their shoulders, slowly moving my head this
way and that. Suddenly I saw what she meant.
Brillig’s stone was only a small portion of a much larger but vaguer
image.
“Holy smoke!” I shouted, while in my ears there arose that dramatic
music in the film 2001, heralding the discovery of a towering
obelisk in the desert.
Brillig saw it too. He rubbed his hands.
“Mama mia!” he yelled. “The Kraznac rock!”
We linked arms and hopped around like maniacs. Sunny barked
and scampered to avoid our feet.
Breathless, I broke away and turned on the lights.
Everything became still, except for the humming laser.
We looked at each other.
“I’ve seen that shape before,” said Rachel quietly.
She searched along her bookshelf. Extracting a book she opened
it to an illustration of a large rock covered with hieroglyphics. The
caption described it as “a Sumerian Ur tablet.” 112
“Here,” she said. “Isn’t this what we just saw?”
A chill went up my spine, for indeed they looked identical.
“Let me see,” said Brillig.
He took the book and leafed through it.
“ ‘Inanna, Queen of Heaven and Earth,’ ” he read. “Hmm, yes,
uh-huh, hmm . . . oh, goodness me, listen to this”:
112 See Diane Wolkstein and Samuel Noah Kramer, Inanna, Queen of Heaven and
Earth: Her Stories and Hymns, p. 133.