There are two laws in this world of computer technology.
One of the laws of computer science: There is no unbreakable firewall unless it is isolated in hardware.
The second law of computers: Unless the hardware is physically destroyed, any intrusion will leave traces.
Bishop Langdon in the room slowly pressed the last key, looked at the logic virus that had been injected into the screen, and rubbed his aching temple.
He pushed the keyboard back, then slowly turned his wheelchair and headed towards the hallway amid rapid knocks on the door.
"Come in," Bishop Langdon said.
The door opened, and armed papal guards rushed in quickly, aiming their guns at Bishop Langdon in the wheelchair. A papal guard pulled out the anesthetic needle and was about to inject it into the back of his neck, but was stopped by a voice behind him.
"Let him go. He had no intention of escaping from the beginning."
Bishop Varian walked into the room and frowned slightly as he looked at Bishop Langdon who was held at gunpoint:
"I didn't expect... it was really you."
"Are you surprised?" Bishop Langdon smiled slightly.
"I should have thought of it earlier." Bishop Varian said regretfully, "You would rather sit in a wheelchair than replace yourself with a pair of prosthetic limbs... You are not only an anti-mechanist, but also an extreme human pure-blood advocate, right?"
"I have never concealed my political views." Bishop Langdon looked at him calmly, "It's just that you never want to doubt a retired cardinal."
"No." A papal guard came up from behind Bishop Varian, speaking the voice of Innocent, "We are not without doubts."
“I just don’t want to accept it.”
"Your Excellency Bishop Edan Langdon, you were once a member of the Cardinals' Church. Why can't you spend the rest of your life in peace and quiet with this honor?"
"Innocent, this is how people are." Bishop Langdon lowered his eyelids. "The older you are, the more conservative you become. The more you worry that the foundation you once fought for will be destroyed by the younger generation with contempt and disdain."
"We are all old." Innocent's voice was unremarkable. "The future belongs to the young after all."
"But Innocent, have you ever thought about this?" Bishop Langdon asked calmly, "Is the future destined to be created by your young people the future we were pursuing in the first place?"
“Innocent, or should I address you as Your Holiness?” The bishop in the wheelchair unbuttoned his collar to make his breathing smoother. “Although we have worked together for many years… many years, and have developed a deep understanding and friendship, we have never reached a consensus on the most fundamental issues.”
"You are the son of Count Trasimone, and you have received a perfect family education since childhood. You understand the law, are proficient in science, and are used to dealing with superior people. Therefore, in your eyes, the world is orderly, traceable, and can be solved with sophisticated means and tactics."
"But you have never seen the other side of this world. It is dark, chaotic, and crazy. It cannot be solved with any reason, because chaos itself stands on the opposite side of order, and they can never coexist with each other."