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Maybe someone accidentally turned on the lights in the cavern, said Louise, sounding dubious even to herself.

The prolonged bleep finally stopped. Paul pressed a couple of buttons, activating five TV monitors slaved to five underwater cameras inside the observatory chamber. Their screens were perfectly black rectangles. Well, if the lights were on, he said, theyre off now. I wonder what

A supernova! declared Louise, clapping her long-fingered hands together. We should contact the Central Bureau for Astronomical Telegrams; establish our priority. Although SNO had been built to study neutrinos from the sun, it could detect them from anywhere in the universe.

Paul nodded and plunked himself down in front of a Web browser, clicking on the bookmark for the Bureaus site. It was worth reporting the event, Louise knew, even if they werent yet sure.

A new series of pings sounded from the detector panel. Louise looked at the LED board; several hundred lights were illuminated all over the grid. Strange, she thought. A supernova should register as a directional source

Maybe somethings wrong with the equipment? said Paul, clearly reaching the same conclusion. Or maybe the connection to one of the photomultipliers is shorting out, and the others are picking up the arc.

The air split with a creaking, groaning sound, coming from next doorfrom the deck atop the giant detector chamber itself. Perhaps we should turn on the chamber lights, said Louise. The groaning continued, a subterranean beast prowling in the dark.

But what if it is a supernova? said Paul. The detector is useless with the lights on, and

Another loud cracking, like a hockey player making a slap shot. Turn on the lights!

Paul lifted the protective cover on the switch and pressed it. The images on the TV monitors flared then settled down, showing

Mon dieu, declared Louise.

Theres something inside the heavy-water tank! said Paul. But how could?

Did you see that? said Louise. Its moving, andgood Lord, its a man!

The cracking and groaning sounds continued, and then

They could see it on the monitors and hear it coming through the walls.

The giant acrylic sphere burst apart along several of the seams that held its component pieces together. Tabernacle, Louise swore, realizing the heavy water must now be mixing with the regular H2O inside the barrel-shaped chamber. Her heart was jackhammering. For half a second, she didnt know whether to be more concerned about the destruction of the detector or about the man who was obviously drowning inside it.

Come on! said Paul, heading for the door leading to the deck above the observatory chamber. The cameras were slaved to VCRs; nothing would be missed.

Un moment, said Louise. She dashed across the control room, grabbed a telephone handset, and pounded out an extension from the list taped to the wall.

The phone rang twice. Dr. Montego? said Louise, when the Jamaican-accented voice of the mine-site physician came on. Louise Benoit here, at SNO. We need you right away down at the neutrino observatory. Theres a man drowning in the detector chamber.

A man drowning? said Montego. But how could he possibly get in there?

We dont know. Hurry!

Im on my way, said the doctor. Louise replaced the handset and ran toward the same blue door Paul had gone through earlier, which had since swung shut. She knew the signs on it by heart:

Keep Door Closed
Danger: High Voltage Cables
No Unauthorized Electronic Equipment Beyond This Point
Air Quality CheckedCleared for Entry

Louise grabbed the handle, pulling the door open, and hurried onto the wide expanse of the metal deck.

There was a trapdoor off to one side leading down to the actual detector chamber; the final construction worker had exited through it, and had sealed it shut behind him. To Louises astonishment, the trapdoor was still sealed by forty separate boltsof course, it was supposed to be sealed, but there was no way a man could have gotten inside except through that trapdoor

The walls surrounding the deck were covered with dark green plastic sheeting to keep rock dust out. Dozens of conduits and polypropylene pipes hung from the ceiling, and steel girders sketched out the shape of the room. Computing equipment lined some walls; others had shelves. Paul was over by one of the latter, desperately rummaging around, presumably for pliers strong enough to crank the bolts free.

Metal screamed in anguish. Louise ran toward the trapdoornot that there was anything she could do to unseal it with her bare hands. Her heart leapt; a sound like machine-gun fire erupted into the room as the restraining bolts shot into the air. The trapdoor burst open, slapping back on its hinges and hitting the deck with a reverberating clang. Louise had jumped out of the way, but a geyser of cold water leapt up through the opening, soaking her.

The very top of the detector chamber was filled with nitrogen gas, which Louise knew must be venting now. The water spout quickly subsided. She moved toward the opening in the deck and looked down, trying not to breathe. The interior was illuminated by the floodlights Paul had turned on, and the water was absolutely pure; Louise could see all the way to the bottom, thirty meters below.

She could just make out the giant curving sections of the acrylic sphere; the acrylics index of refraction was almost identical to that of water, making it hard to see. The sections, separated from each other now, were anchored to the roof by synthetic-fiber cables; otherwise, they would have already sunk to the bottom of the surrounding geodesic shell. The trapdoors opening gave only a limited perspective, and Louise couldnt yet see the drowning man.

Merde!

The lights inside the chamber had gone off. Paul! Louise shouted. What are you doing?

Pauls voicenow coming from back in the control roomwas barely audible above the air-conditioning equipment and the sloshing of the water in the huge cavern beneath Louises feet. If that mans still alive, he shouted, hell see the lights up on the deck through the trapdoor.

Louise nodded. The only thing the man would now be seeing was a single illuminated square, a meter on a side, in what, to him, would be a vast, dark ceiling.

A moment later, Paul returned to the deck. Louise looked at him, then back down at the open trapdoor. There was still no sign of the man. One of us should go in, said Louise.

Pauls almond-shaped eyes went wide. But the heavy water

Theres nothing else to do, said Louise. How good a swimmer are you?

Paul looked embarrassed; the last thing he ever wanted to do, Louise knew, was look bad in her eyes, but Not very, he said, dropping his gaze.

It was already awkward enough down here with Paul mooning over her all the time, but Louise couldnt very well swim in her SNO-issue blue-nylon jumpsuit. Underneath, though, like almost everyone else who worked at SNO, she only had on her underwear; the temperature was a tropical 40.6 Celsius this far beneath Earths surface. She yanked off her shoes, then pulled on the zipper that ran down the front of the jumpsuit; thank God shed worn a bra todayalthough she wished now that it hadnt been as lacy.

Turn the lights back on down there, said Louise. To his credit, Paul didnt tarry. Before hed returned, Louise had slipped through the trapdoor into the cold water; the water was chilled to ten degrees Celsius to discourage biological growth and to reduce the spontaneous noise rate of the photomultiplier tubes.