She took her hands from the keyboard and rubbed her eyes. The words were still there when she looked again.

And is that dark matter? YES.

Where GO TO A ROAD CALLED SUNDERLAND AVENUE AND FIND A TENT. DECEIVE THE GUARDIAN AND GO THROUGH.

When she reached the laboratory, she was still trembling. There had never been any more "security" in this building than a lock on the door and an elderly porter, and she knew why the change had come about. But it meant that she had very little time; shed have to get it right at once, because once they realized what she was doing, she wouldnt be able to come back again.

And Shadow matter is what we have called spirit?

An hour and a half later she parked her car in a road near Sunderland Avenue. She had had to find it on a map of Oxford; she didnt know this part of town. Up till this moment she had been moving on pent-up excitement, but as she got out of her car in the dark of the small hours and found the night cool and silent and still all around her, she felt a definite lurch of apprehension. Suppose she was dreaming? Suppose it was all some elaborate joke?

Why me? And whats this journey? And YOU HAVE BEEN PREPARING FOR THIS AS LONG AS YOU HAVE LIVED. YOUR WORK HERE IS FINISHED. THE LAST THING YOU MUST DO IN THIS WORLD IS PREVENT THE ENEMIES FROM TAKING CONTROL OF IT. DESTROY THE EQUIPMENT. DO IT NOW AND GO AT ONCE.

"Will this do?" she said, showing him the card she used to operate the barrier in the car park.

Mary Malones head rang. Shed been brought up as a Catholic. More than that—as Lyra had discovered, she had once been a nun. None of her faith was left to her now, but she knew about angels. St. Augustine had said, "Angel is the name of their office, not of their nature. If you seek the name of their nature, it is spirit; if you seek the name of their office, it is angel; from what they are, spirit, from what they do, angel."

Better not hesitate. She walked straight across toward the tent. When she was nearly there, the back door of the van swung open and a policeman stepped out. Without his helmet he looked very young, and the streetlight under the dense green of the leaves above shone fu

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"Still, this seems all right," he said, and handed it back. Nervous, wanting to talk, he went on. "Do you know whats in there under that tent?"

She gathered herself and typed again, and again the answers zipped into being with no discernible pause.

UNCOUNTABLE BILLIONS But, what are you? ANGELS

"Where are you going?" he said.

"Well, I understand her position in your organizations been terminated, and she wouldnt be allowed through here. In fact, weve got orders to detain her if she tries. And seeing a woman, I naturally thought you might be her, if you see what I mean. Excuse me, Dr. Payne."

"Ive got an experiment running. I have to check the computer periodically."

ASK A QUESTION.

But her expression silenced him. She took off her white coat and hung it on the door, gathered a few papers into a bag, and left without a word. As soon as shed gone, he took Sir Charless card and picked up the phone.

"Oh, yes. Shes a colleague." "Do you know where she is now?"

Ridiculous.

"Well, yes," he said. "But have you got anything to show who you are?"

"Good," she said. "Im glad theyve got the place protected. But Im from the Department of Physical Sciences— Sir Charles Latrom asked us to make a preliminary survey and then report back before they look at it properly. Its important that its done now while there arent many people around. Im sure you understand the reasons for that."

Several hours later, just before midnight in fact, Dr. Malone parked her car outside the science building and let herself in at the side entrance. But just as she turned to climb the stairs, a man came out of another corridor, startling her so much she nearly dropped her briefcase. He was

"Could I ask where youre going, madam?" he said. "Into that tent."

"Of course you have."

"Mary, Ive got to think of—"

Hello. Im not sure what Im doing. Maybe this is crazy.

"What are you doing here at this time of night?" he said.

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She shivered. Theyd been listening to her thoughts.

After the war in Heaven— Satan and the Garden of Eden—but it isnt true, is it? Is that what you FIND THE GIRL AND THE BOY. WASTE NO MORE TIME.

Well, it was too late to worry about that. She was committed. She lifted out the rucksack shed often taken on camping journeys in Scotland and the Alps, and reflected that at least she knew how to survive out of doors; if worse came to worst, she could always run away, take to the hills....

She locked the door behind her and lowered the blinds. She switched on the detector and then took a floppy disk from her pocket and slipped it into the computer that controlled the Cave.

"Yes, I do. Its very simple. You promise to do as he says, you get the funding, I leave, you take over as Director. Its not hard to understand. Youd have a bigger budget. Lots of nice new machines. Half a dozen more Ph.D.s under you. Good idea. You do it, Oliver. You go ahead. But thats it for me. Im off. It stinks."

He stood back and let her unlace the flap of the tent. She hoped he wouldnt see the shaking of her hands. Clutching the rucksack to her breast, she stepped through. Deceive the guardian—well, shed done that; but she had no idea what she would find inside the tent. She was prepared for some sort of archaeological dig; for a dead body; for a meteorite. But nothing in her life or her dreams had prepared her for that square yard or so in midair, or for the silent sleeping city by the sea that she found when she stepped through it.

The words arranged themselves on the left of the screen, which was the first surprise. She wasnt using a word-processing program of any kind—in fact, she was bypassing much of the operating system—and whatever formatting was imposing itself on the words, it wasnt hers. She felt the hairs begin to stir on the back of her neck, and she became aware of the whole building around her: the corridors dark, the machines idling, various experiments running automatically, computers monitoring tests and recording the results, the air-conditioning sampling and adjusting the humidity and the temperature, all the ducts and pipework and cab九九藏书网ling that were the arteries and the nerves of the building awake and alert ... almost conscious in fact.

Mary Malone pushed back the chair and stood up, trembling. She pressed her fingers to her temples and discovered the electrodes still attached to her skin. She took them off absently. She might have doubted what she had done, and what she could still see on the screen, but she had passed in the last half-hour or so beyond doubt and belief altogether. Something had happened, and she was galvanized.

He seemed to be searching for a reason to forbid her, or perhaps he was just exercising his power.

She felt as if she had stepped on a space that wasnt there. Her whole being lurched with shock. It took several moments for her to calm down enough to try again. When she did, the answers lashed themselves across the right of the screen almost before she had finished.

"At home in bed, if shes got any sense. Why?"

"You havent..."

wearing a uniform.

"Dr. Olive Payne," he read. "Do you happen to know a Dr. Mary Malone?"

"Well..." He walked around the laboratory, spreading his hands, shrugging, shaking his head. "Well, if you dont get in touch with him, I will," he said finally.

She stopped, took a deep breath, pushed her chair back, flexed her fingers. She could feel her heart racing. Every single thing about what was happening was impossible. All her education, all her habits of mind, all her sense of herself as a scientist were shrieking at her silently: This is wrong! It isnt happening! Youre dreaming! And yet there they were on the screen: her questions, and answers from some other mind.

Im trying to do with words what Ive done before with a state of mind, but Before she had even finished the sentence, the cursor raced across to the right of the screen and printed:

The security guard was standing at the foot of the stairs, speaking into his telephone. He put it away as she came down, and escorted her silently to the side entrance, watching through the glass door as she drove away.

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"Im afraid you cant, madam. Ive got orders not to let anyone near it."

But as she turned the corner and saw those strange childlike trees that Will had seen, she knew that something at least was true about all this. Under the trees on the grass at the far side of the road there was a small square tent of red and white nylon, the sort that electricians put up to keep the rain off while they work, and parked close by was an unmarked white Transit van with darkened glass in the windows.

"You dont understand—"

He looked at it briefly.

"No, no."

But why? YOU MUST PLAY THE SERPENT.

But she swung the rucksack onto her back, left the car, turned into the Banbury Road, and walked the two or three hundred yards up to where Sunderland Avenue ran left from the rotary. She felt almost more foolish than she had ever felt in her life.

She noticed he had a mobile phone in a holster at his hip. Or was it a gun? No, surely, she was being paranoid. And he hadnt answered her questions. But if she persisted, shed make him suspicious, and the important thing now was to get into the lab. Soothe him like a dog, she thought. She fumbled through her bag and found her wallet.

Are you the same as Lyras Dust? YES.

It was almost instantaneous.

She tried again.

"Im going to my laboratory. I work here. Who are you?" she said, a little angry, a little frightened.

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"Youre hinting. What are you getting at?"

Dark matter is conscious? EVIDENTLY.

I dont understand.

"Ah, I see," said Mary Malone. The policeman looked at the card once more.

But I BEFORE YOU GO, DESTROY THIS EQUIPMENT.

She switched off the detector and the amplifier. Then she bypassed all the safety codes and formatted the computers hard disk, wiping it clean; and then she removed the interface between the detector and the amplifier, which was on a specially adapted card, and put the card on the bench and smashed it with the heel of her shoe, there being nothing else heavy at hand. Next she disconnected the wiring between the electromagnetic shield and the detector, and f九九藏书ound the wiring plan in a drawer of the filing cabinet and set light to it. Was there anything else she could do? She couldnt do much about Oliver Paynes knowledge of the program, but the special hardware was effectively demolished.

"Its not that—"

Within a minute she had begun to manipulate the numbers on the screen, going half by logic, half by guesswork, and half by the program shed worked on all evening at home; and the complexity of her task was about as baffling as getting three halves to make one whole.

NO. BUT HUMANS HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN Us? Theres more than one of you?

Finally she brushed the hair out of her eyes and put the electrodes on her head, and then flexed her fingers and began to type. She felt intensely self-conscious.

He stood in the way, bulky, his eyes hardly visible under the low brim of his cap.

Finally he nodded and stood aside. She went past, smiling at him, but his face remained blank.

She was silent. Then she said, "Oh, I see."

"Oh, sure," she said, and swung the rucksack off her back to get at her purse. Among the items she had taken from the drawer in the laboratory was an expired library card of Oliver Paynes. Fifteen minutes work at her kitchen table and the photograph from her own passport had produced something she hoped would pass for genuine. The policeman took the laminated card and looked at it closely.

The mind that is answering these questions isnt human, is it?

And did you intervene in human evolution?

"I suppose it is. All right then, Dr. Payne."

"Security. Have you got some ID?"

FROM WHAT WE ARE, SPIRIT; FROM WHAT WE DO, MATTER. MATTER AND SPIRIT ARE ONE.

Are you Shadows? YES.

"Well, not firsthand," she said. "Thats why Im here now."

Dizzy, trembling, she typed again:

She crammed some papers from a drawer into her briefcase, and finally took down the poster with the I Ching hexagrams and folded it away in her pocket. Then she switched off the light and left.

TAKE PROVISIONS FOR A LONG JOURNEY. YOU WILL BE PROTECTED. THE SPECTERS WILL NOT TOUCH YOU.

"Heres my ID," said the man, showing her a card, too quickly for her to read it. "Wheres yours?"