I don’t even know when he was here in the past or what he’s done. All I get from his wink is that he is distracting the monks so I can solve the machine’s puzzle.“Come with me, Xian,” I tell the old man, walking back to Deep Blue.“So you know how the numbers go to the machine?” He asks.“Hardly,” I say, looking at the note again. “All I know is that the other side of the note should be the way to do it.”“White stones?” Xian wonders.“Do you have any idea what it means?”“I am trying to think.”“If Lewis, or Fabiola, or whoever designed this global puzzle, meant the ‘white stones’ to help us open the machine, then it should point at something nearby.”“We’re in the middle of nowhere. There is nothing nearby.”He is right. My eyes dart back to the machine itself. I notice the back of the machine is divided into small squares, carved with a sharp tool. The squares are many from top to bottom, and they have circles inside. Not all squares but some.“What is this, Xian?”“We’ve never known exactly.
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