Order from chaos!
He completed the entire decryption and stared in disbelief at the solution before him. A stark image had taken shape. The jumbled grid had been transformed. . reorganized. . and although Mal’akh could not grasp the meaning of the entire message, he understood enough. . enough to know exactly where he was now headed.
The pyramid points the way.
The grid pointed to one of the world’s great mystical locations. Incredibly, it was the same location at which Mal’akh had always fantasized he would complete his journey.
Destiny.
CHAPTER 107
The stone table felt cold beneath katherine solomon’s back.
Horrifying images of Robert’s death continued to swirl through her mind, along with thoughts of her brother. Is Peter dead, too? The strange knife on the nearby table kept bringing flashes of what might lie in store for her as well.
Is this really the end?
Oddly, her thoughts turned abruptly to her research. . to Noetic Science. . and to her recent breakthroughs. All of it lost. . up in smoke. She would never be able to share with the world everything she had learned. Her most shocking discovery had taken place only a few months ago, and the results had the potential to redefine the way humans thought about death. Strangely, thinking now of that experiment. . was bringing her an unexpected solace.
As a young girl, Katherine Solomon had often wondered if there was life after death. Does heaven exist? What happens when we die? As she grew older, her studies in science quickly erased any fanciful notions of heaven, hell, or the afterlife. The concept of «life after death,» she came to accept, was a human construct. . a fairy tale designed to soften the horrifying truth that was our mortality.
Or so I believed. .
A year ago, Katherine and her brother had been discussing one of philosophy’s most enduring questions — the existence of the human soul — specifically the issue of whether or not humans possessed some kind of consciousness capable of survival outside of the body.
They both sensed that such a human soul probably did exist. Most ancient philosophies concurred. Buddhist and Brahminical wisdom endorsed metempsychosis — the transmigration of the soul into a new body after death; Platonists defined the body as a «prison» from which the soul escaped; and the Stoics called the soul apospasma tou theu —»a particle of God»—and believed it was recalled by God upon death.
The existence of the human soul, Katherine noted with some frustration, was probably a concept that would never be scientifically proven. confirming that a consciousness survived outside the human body after death was akin to exhaling a puff of smoke and hoping to find it years later.
After their discussion, Katherine had a strange notion. Her brother had mentioned the Book of Genesis and its description of the soul as Neshemah — a kind of spiritual «intelligence» that was separate from the body. It occurred to Katherine that the word intelligence suggested the presence of thought. Noetic Science clearly suggested that thoughts had mass, and so it stood to reason, then, that the human soul might therefore also have mass.
Can I weigh a human soul?
The notion was impossible, of course. . foolish even to ponder.
It was three days later that Katherine suddenly woke up from a dead sleep and sat bolt upright in bed. She jumped up, drove to her lab, and immediately began work designing an experiment that was both startlingly simple. . and frighteningly bold.
She had no idea if it would work, and she decided not to tell Peter about her idea until her work was complete. It took four months, but finally Katherine brought her brother into the lab. She wheeled out a large piece of gear that she had been keeping hidden in the back storage room.
«I designed and built it myself,» she said, showing Peter her invention. «Any guesses?»
Her brother stared at the strange machine. «An incubator?»
Katherine laughed and shook her head, although it was a reasonable guess. The machine did look a bit like the transparent incubators for premature babies one saw in hospitals. This machine, however, was adult size — a long, airtight, clear plastic capsule, like some kind of futuristic sleeping pod. It sat atop a large piece of electronic gear.
«See if this helps you guess,» Katherine said, plugging the contraption into a power source. A digital display lit up on the machine, its numbers jumping around as she carefully calibrated some dials.
When she was done, the display read:
0.0000000000 kg
«A scale?» Peter asked, looking puzzled.
«Not just any scale.» Katherine took a tiny scrap of paper off a nearby counter and laid it gently on top of the capsule. The numbers on the display jumped around again and then settled on a new reading.
0008194325 kg
«High-precision microbalance,» she said. «Resolution down to a few micrograms.»
Peter still looked puzzled. «You built a precise scale for. . a person?»
«Exactly.» She lifted the transparent lid on the machine. «If I place a person inside this capsule and close the lid, the individual is in an entirely sealed system. Nothing gets in or out. No gas, no liquid, no dust particles. Nothing can escape — not the person’s breath exhalations, evaporating sweat, body fluids, nothing.»
Peter ran a hand through his thick head of silver hair, a nervous mannerism shared by Katherine. «Hmm. . obviously a person would die in there pretty quickly.»
She nodded. «Six minutes or so, depending on their breathing rate.»
He turned to her. «I don’t get it.»
She smiled. «You will.»
Leaving the machine behind, Katherine led Peter into the Cube’s control room and sat him down in front of the plasma wall. She began typing and accessed a series of video files stored on the holographic drives. When the plasma wall flickered to life, the image before them looked like home-video footage.
The camera panned across a modest bedroom with an unmade bed, medication bottles, a respirator, and a heart monitor. Peter looked baffled as the camera kept panning and finally revealed, near the center of the bedroom, Katherine’s scale contraption.
Peter’s eyes widened. «What the. .?»
The capsule’s transparent lid was open, and a very old man in an oxygen mask lay inside. His elderly wife and a hospice worker stood beside the pod. The man’s breathing was labored, and his eyes were closed.
«The man in the capsule was a science teacher of mine at Yale,» Katherine said. «He and I have kept in touch over the years. He’s been very ill. He always said he wanted to donate his body to science, so when I explained my idea for this experiment, he immediately wanted to be a part of it.»
Peter was apparently mute with shock as he stared at the scene unfolding before them.
The hospice worker now turned to the man’s wife. «It’s time. He’s ready.»
The old woman dabbed her tearful eyes and nodded with a resolute calm. «Okay.»
Very gently, the hospice worker reached into the pod and removed the man’s oxygen mask. the man stirred slightly, but his eyes remained closed. now the worker wheeled the respirator and other equipment off to the side, leaving the old man in the capsule totally isolated in the center of the room.
The dying man’s wife now approached the pod, leaned down, and gently kissed her husband’s forehead. The old man did not open his eyes, but his lips moved, ever so slightly, into a faint, loving smile.
Without his oxygen mask, the man’s breathing was quickly becoming more labored. The end was obviously near. With an admirable strength and calm, the man’s wife slowly lowered the transparent lid of the capsule and sealed it shut, exactly as Katherine had taught her.