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.The program would have culled out any differences.So far, there were none.It reassured them that they had not mistranscribed, that there were no apparent transmission errors, and that if some small dense interstellar cloud between Vega and the Earth was able to eat the occasional zero or one, this was an infrequent occurrence.Argus was by now in real-time communication with dozens of other telescopes that were part of the World Message Consortium, and the news of recycling was passed on to the next observing stations westward, to California, Hawaii, the Marshal Nedelin now in the South Pacific, and to Sydney.Had the discovery been made when Vega was over one of the other telescopes in the network, Argus would have been informed instantly.The absence of the primer was an agonizing disappointment, but it was not the only surprise.The Message page numbers had jumped discontinuously from the 40,000s to the 10,000s, where recycling had been uncovered.Evidently Argus had discovered the transmission from Vega almost at the moment it first arrived at Earth.It was a remarkably strong signal, and would have been picked up even by small omni directional telescopes.But it was a surprising coincidence that the broadcast should arrive at Earth at the very moment Argus was looking at Vega.Also, what did it mean for the text to begin on a page in the 10,000s? Were there 10,000 pages of text missing? Was it a backward practice of the provincial Earth to start numbering books on page I? Were these sequential numbers perhaps not page numbers but something else? Or--and this worried Ellie the most--was there some fundamental and unexpected difference between how humans thought of things and how the aliens thought? If so, it would have worrisome implications about the ability of the Consortium to understand the Message, primer or no primer.The Message repeated exactly, the gaps were all filled in and nobody could read a word of it.It seemed unlikely that the transmitting civilization, meticulous in all else, had simply overlooked the need for a primer.At least the Olympic broadcast and the interior design of the Machine seemed to be tailored specifically for humans.They would hardly go to all this trouble to devise and transmit the Message without making some provision for humans to read it.So humans must have overlooked something.It soon became generally agreed that somewhere was a fourth layer to the palimpsest.But where?The diagrams were published in an eight volume "coffee table" book set that was soon reprinted worldwide.All over the planet people tried to figure out the pictures.The dodecahedron and the quasi-biological forms were especially evocative.Many clever suggestions were made by the public and carefully sifted by the Argus team.Many harebrained interpretations were also widely available, especially in weekly newspapers.Whole new industries developed--doubtless unforeseen by those who devised the Message--dedicated to using the diagrams to bilk the public.The Ancient and Mystical Order of the Dodecahedron was announced.The Machine was a UFO.The Machine was Ezekiel's Wheel.An angel revealed the meaning of the Message and the diagrams to a Brazilian businessman, who distributed--at first, at his own expense--his interpretation worldwide.With so many enigmatic diagrams to interpret, it was inevitable that many religions would recognize some of their iconography in the Message from the stars.A principal cross section of the Machine looked something like a chrysanthemum, a fact that stirred great enthusiasm in Japan.If there had been an image of a human face among all the diagrams, messianic fervor might have reached a flash point.As it was, a surprisingly large number of people were winding up their affairs in preparation for the Advent.Industrial productivity was off worldwide.Many had given away all their possessions to the poor and then, as the end of the world was delayed, were obliged to seek help from a charity or the State.Because gifts of this sort constituted a major fraction of the resources of such charities, some of the philanthropists ended up being supported by their own gifts.Delegations approached government leaders to urge that schistosomiasis, say, or world hunger be ended by the Advent; otherwise there was no telling what would happen to us.Others counseled, more quietly, that if there was a decade of real world madness in the offing, there must be a considerable monetary or national advantage in it somewhere.Some said that there was no primer, that the whole exercise was to teach humans humility, or to drive us mad.There were newspaper editorials on how we're not as smart as we think we are, and some resentment directed at the scientists who, after all the support given to them by the governments, have failed us in our time of need.Or maybe humans are much dumber than the Vegans gave us credit for.Maybe there was some point that had been entirely obvious to all previous emerging civilizations so contacted, something no one in the history of the Galaxy had ever missed before.A few commentators embraced this prospect of cosmic humiliation with real enthusiasm.It demonstrated what they'd been saying about people all along.After a while, Ellie decided that she needed help.They entered surreptitiously through the Enlil Gate, with an escort dispatched by the Proprietor.The General Services Administration security detail was edgy despite, or perhaps because of, the additional protection.Although there was a little sunlight still left, the dirt streets were lit by braziers, oil lamps, and an occasional guttering torch.Two amphoras, each large enough to contain an adult human being, flanked the entrance to a retail olive oil establishment.The advertising was in cuneiform.On an adjacent public building was a magnificent bas relief of a lion hunt from the reign of Assurbanipal.As they approached the Temple of Assur, there was a scuffle in the crowd, and her escort made a wide berth.She now had an unobstructed view of the Ziggurat down a wide torchlit avenue.It was more breathtaking than in the pictures
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